This is a sequel to my last work. If you like this it, I hope you will check out the first one (Emma's Sentence). I think this story stands on its own, so no need to read the read the other one first. Be warned that Emma's Sentence is Nonconsent/Reluctance, if that isn't your kind of thing.
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It was four days after Emma had attended the Punishment Center. She kept her promise to herself and texted Sam as soon as she got home to ask him on a second date. She had ruined their last date a few weeks ago by being in a glum mood about receiving a traffic ticket but he said yes, and she had chance to redeem herself tonight.
Of course, she had also dove back into the survivor's group forum she had found. The website was dedicated to supporting people who had run afoul of the recent legal reforms that replaced a lot of fines jail sentences with corporal punishments. Emma had been sentenced to a J31 which, translated from legalese, meant she had been stripped naked and her breasts were pinched and flogged.
She had posted about her experience and she had been overwhelmed with supportive responses and private messages. Love bombing like that seemed to be the forum's way to help people who had just gotten through a traumatic experience. However, Emma didn't feel traumatized, but she had a confusing, tangled ball of emotions rolling around her head. Obviously, the Punishment Center was terrible, and she never wanted to go back, but she was embarrassed to admit that she had built a fantasy around one of the cute guards. She had been aroused stripping for him.
Fearing ridicule and hurt feelings, Emma decided against including that in her posts. Two days later, however, she had been messaged by one of the website administrators. She was invited to a private forum only for people whose sentence was complete. Apparently, many had expressed embarrassment writing about some aspects of their ordeals, so the site admins created a private area to be a judgement free zone.
She decided to give it a shot. Before going to bed, Emma asked if anybody else had developed a crush on a guard or had been turned on by the whole process. When she woke up, there were dozens of replies. Reading through them, she found that nobody had judged her. Some women said they felt the same way and were just as confused. Others told her it was totally normal to cling to whatever she needed to distract her from her ordeal. Any remaining shame melted away, the supportive messages made her feel so normal.
Some posts were outliers, though, a couple people suggested that she should explore some BDSM websites saying that it had helped them. That wasn't what she had expected, but it was interesting. She had a vague notion of what BDSM was but had never researched it before.
Emma started to browse the internet exploring the topic. Clicking past some of the more hardcore websites, she was drawn to the websites that explained BDSM in uplifting, empowering ways. She realized she liked the idea of being able to choose to submit and it being her choice to give somebody else power over her.
Being controlled like that turned her on, and roleplay scenes intrigued her. "
I could do that
," she thought to herself, fantasizing about replaying her Punishment Center ordeal. Some of the pain stuff scared her, she wouldn't be doing it to that extreme again, but maybe she needed just a little pain at the end to make if feel real. She was excited, this explained everything! The desire to feel controlled was what stirred in her while she was stripped and tied down by the hot guard.
Now that she was getting dressed for the night, her mind raced through the previous day's explorations. Emma wanted to shout her new discovery to the heavens. She didn't have to be ashamed or confused, there was this whole community that she could join, and they had words to describe her desires.
Still, she thought it was something to keep on the down low, for now, "
It seems like a lot for the second date, but maybe one day."
She had already showered and applied makeup that lightened her heavily freckled face and now she debated what to wear tonight. She committed herself to making tonight better than the last one. "
No reason to be a prude tonight. Let's take him home."
She pulled on a lacy, light blue thong and a matching push-up bra to make her little AA breasts look a little bigger. Checking herself out in the mirror, she knew he would like this look.
She chose a slinky, black, sleeveless, dress that showed off the freckles on her chest and arms. It was tight against what little curves she had and fell above her knees, showing off her long, toned legs. Checking the weather on her phone, she decided to eschew tights. "
I'll survive the cold, it's not too bad out."
Having put on diamond stud earrings, she stood in front of the mirror braiding her long, red hair. Her mind strayed back to when she was getting ready for her first date, it was at this point that she'd been interrupted by a knock on the door. A uniformed man had delivered her summons and completely ruined her night. Luckily that didn't happen now, instead she looked at herself satisfied in the mirror, "
Looking good, Em."
She walked to the door and, slipping on black ballet flats, left her apartment.
***
Emma walked into the sushi restaurant. She found Sam very impressive, he was charming and easy on the eyes, blessed, as he was, with light brown hair that was just the right amount of messy and an easy smile. He was just a little taller than her, but he had broad shoulders and he always wore nice clothes. Tonight, he wore khaki pants and a blue and white striped button-down shirt. "
He really is my type,"
she thought to herself.
When he saw her approaching the table, he stood to greet her, checking her out as she walked up. Emma tilted her head up for a kiss as they hugged. "
Not messing around this time."
"You look good tonight," he said, "I'm glad we are doing this again."
"Me too."
Soon they had put in their orders and were nursing Japanese beers. The conversation was much better than the last date, easy and free flowing. Emma was liberated from the anxiety from her traffic ticket and she was feeling good about herself.
***
It was an hour later. Time had zipped by as they enjoyed each other's company. Sam and Emma were just finishing the ice cream sundae they were sharing. Emma was so happy they were clicking, she knew she was right about him. Not wanting it to end, she tried to steer the conversation to what they were doing afterward, hoping to head to one of their apartments.
"This date has been so great. I really hope it can keep going after dinner, it's so much better than last time." She immediately realized she shouldn't have brought up the last date. It could lead to awkward conversation. "
Maybe, he'll let it slide."
Sam laughed. "It was better than the last one. You were distracted, it's ok. So, I guess that ticket must not have been so bad. How much did it cost?"
Emma blushed. "
He thinks it was just a fine. Did I hide it so well the last few weeks? Should I tell him?"
Her mind rushed through her options. "
I really like him, maybe I shouldn't lie to him. Then again, this could scare him off."
She took the last bite of ice cream to give her a few more seconds to decide. "
Let's just tell him. Maybe he'll be into it."
She grimaced slightly, "It was a little more than a fine."
Sam's eyes lit up. Emma could tell that he was interested and knew what she was intimating. He was the one that warned her about the new punishments, so he wasn't clueless. She was embarrassed to continue, and decided to put the ball in his court, "Do you want to talk about it?"
He hesitated before smiling at her, "I have to say, you have my imagination running. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I imagine it must be, um," he hesitated, "embarrassing."
"I'm a little embarrassed, but I want to tell you. Maybe not here, though," she said, suddenly aware of the surrounding tables in the crowded restaurant. Finishing off her drink, she suggested, "Let's go somewhere more private."
"Like where?"
Emma decided just to cut to the chase. Maybe the forum had given her confidence to speak her mind, "Let's go to my apartment, it's plenty private. I'll tell you my story, maybe we'll think of something to do afterward." She winked at him so there was no way he could miss her meaning.
She studied his face. He looked awestruck. "
This must be the greatest thing to ever happen to him. I hope we both like what we get."
"I'll get the bill," he exclaimed, struggling to keep his cool.
A few minutes later they were headed back across campus toward her apartment. Emma was ecstatic that the night was going her way, this cute man was coming back to her apartment, she was going to share her experience with a real person instead of strangers on the internet, and, surely, she was going to get some tonight. "
No way he can say no to me
