This is one of several stories set in a world where ideas on the control of male sexuality of a group called the Female Council have been imposed. The story "A Scrapbook" gives a simple overview of how things developed. With that as context other stories in this theme can be read independently.
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Female Council Punishment Sessions
Part 1 - Him
He was strapped down on the spanking bench, completely immobilized, and exposed. His Punisher was an attractive mature woman, possibly in her late thirties. She was wearing a simple print dress, her role was not to excite him, but to punish him. He was in one of the many punishment rooms at the Sexual Offender Justice Center. A large mirror covered the entire width of one wall, but he knew it was really one-way glass, and that on the other side would be witnesses to his punishment. The Council was very big on public punishment, so there was a whole channel dedicated to streaming punishments from the SOJC. The seemingly private and intimate settings (rather than an open arena or stage) had turned out to be more beneficial for personalizing the punishment as well as obtaining additional confessions from the victims. Large public spectacles were saved for special cases.
He could hear screams off in the distance, from other punishment rooms. The sounds both scared him and made him resolve to do his best to avoid adding his voice to them. But deep down he knew that would be futile, the punishment was authorized to continue until the Punisher felt that the lesson had been learned.
He could hear the smile in her voice as she toyed with him running her finger nail over his back.
"You're in some big trouble, young man. You're guilty of a very serious offense."
"Yes, Ma'am. I know what I did was against the law, and I'm very sorry. I meant no disrespect, it's just that..."
"You didn't think it was that serious?"
"Right. Ma'am," he added after what he hoped wasn't too long a pause.
She was walking around him, sizing up her victim, carrying her paddle and examining her target.
"Just a little harmless pleasure. It doesn't hurt anyone, right?"
"Yes, that's it," he answered quickly, believing that he had found an ally.
The paddle struck without warning quickly reddening his ass, and leaving him stunned by the pain it inflicted in a single swat.
The Punisher admired the first blush of red on his ass while she continued her interrogation.
"So you make a habit of breaking any law you don't agree with?"
More swats with the paddle and this time grunts from him while he tried to keep from yelling.
"No. I mean, no, Ma'am, I don't make a habit of breaking the law."
THWAAAACCCKK
"Oowwww!"
"An orgasm every week, sometimes two!? Going on for almost a year? Sounds like you made quite a habit of breaking the law."
More stinging swats rained down on his ass.
"AHHHHH! Oh PLEASE! No more. Just a minute, please give me just a moment!"
The paddling stopped. And then she dropped the other shoe.
"OK your warm up is done. Now your punishment begins. We will see how much more you have to tell us with the cane."
"No, please don't. Not the cane," his pleading had a small stammer to it. It won't take long to reduce this one to screaming tears, she thought pleasantly to herself.
There was a swoosh as the cane sliced through the air and striped his backside. And he let out the first of many screams, adding his own humiliating voice to the chorus from the other punishment rooms.
"Did you threaten or bully your girlfriend to allow you so many orgasms?"
"IIIIIEEEEEE!! No, no I never did anything like that!"
"Are you sure? Certain that there wasn't some intimidation?" She punctuated the question with another hard swipe of the cane.
Another ear splitting scream before he could catch his breath to answer. "No, nothing like that Ma'am. She didn't care."
"She didn't care?" the Punisher repeated with mock surprise in her voice. "She didn't care? Are you accusing her of willfully violating the Council's mandatory Guidelines on Male Sexual Management?"
Something in the formal way the question was worded made something click in his head, or else the brief pause allowed him to think clearly.
"No. Not at all, that's not what I meant. I just mean that, well she didn't try very hard to control me. It was easy to get away with."
"I see," the Punisher said smiling, "So her only 'crime' is trusting you?" She resumed caning her victim.
Swish. "AAAYYYYYIIIII!"
"So are you unable to control yourself? Are you obsessed with sex, and self-gratification? Do you need some sort of medical help with this condition?"
The blows were coming steady now, and in between his screams he did manage to croak out, "No, Ma'am. I'm just an ordinary guy, with an ordinary guy's urges."
She leaned close and whispered, "Not all of those screams are from spankings and whippings. You know they do a certain kind of surgery here, don't you?"
The Court Ordered Castrations, of course they would be done here, and of course without anesthetic.
"But that's for rapists and child molesters," he blurted out almost loud enough to be heard by the witnesses.
The Punisher continued in a low voice, "And just how much more of this pain could you stand before you confessed to anything to make it stop once and for all?" She tapped his balls a little roughly. "Give me a couple of hours and you'd confess to raping your mother before you were born." He was stricken to cold, fearful silence; he knew she was right.
Looking over his welted ass, she was pleased with her work.
"You know your girlfriend will be following the law from now on, and a lot more strictly I imagine. Just to be on the safe side, she might even restrict you more than the maximum orgasms allowed. You will both be more afraid of breaking the law in the future.
"And in case you're thinking that you'll just break up with your girlfriend and be free to wank all you want in private. You know we always catch you boys, sooner or later. Now that we know about you, we'll be watching a lot closer. And any woman you meet will be able to check your record and know that you need watching closely."
She unbound him from the spanking horse but soon had him secured in a standing position.
"Cheer up, your punishment is almost over. All that's left is to punish the offending parts directly. Think of it as helping you avoid temptation, at least till they heal."
He had only thought his screaming before could be heard all over the building, now it truly was.
In the witness' room and in front of countless TVs squeals of a different kind could be heard.
