David And Becky Foolish Choices Ch 12

This story is entirely fictional and is intended as a fantasy in the world of female domination and male submission. It involves tease and denial with the use of a male chastity device, cuckoldry and corporal punishment. No part of this story is written to suggest such lifestyles were realistic or believable. The characters, named and unnamed, are not based on any living or deceased persons. All locations, whether named or otherwise, in this story, including the nation of Siskovia Province, are also fictitious and any similarities to any that exist anywhere, are coincidental. If you are not interested in fiction in which males, whether willingly or forced, submit to dominant females, or find such subjects objectionable and in opposition to your own preferences, I would strongly suggest you exercise your right not to read any further.

Chapter 12

Day 367 -- Monday 1st August 2016

The morning of my judicial caning arrived and I waited, wide awake on my bed for the dreaded moment to arrive when I was to be taken up to the punishment room. I'd had my breakfast and my shower and I was left with only my thoughts to occupy my mind. I heard noises outside and three bangs on the door alerted me to the arrival of my escort. I don't know why I had done this to myself. It was one stupid thing to accept that ridiculous gamble, but to practically ask Madam Popescu to give me another judicial caning ... what the hell was I thinking? And yet, my penis ached with the anticipation of the pain and humiliation she had in store for me.

Madam Popescu herself had joined the guards. She told me to stand before her while my hands were secured behind me. "Mr Emerson, I am very much looking forward to caning you this morning. I wanted to escort you myself today as it is your first full judicial. Sixty strokes of the cane is the maximum I am allowed to give under Siskovian law. Even that many strokes is reserved usually for prison related offences of an extreme violent nature, and yet you are to receive that level of punishment for merely relieving yourself. How unfair that must seem to you. It is a mystery to me why the footage of your misdemeanour was missed twelve months ago."

I looked into Madam Popescu's cruel eyes and I hated her, but I also loved her and wanted to feel the pain her cane would give me. I don't know why, but I just wished Becky had come to witness it.

I entered the punishment room with the familiar faces of the femdom guards, the guards from the regular prison, the administration staff and the gorgeous girls from the spa all looking at me with anticipation; I even picked out the face of Kateryna Melnyk. All of them were eager to see me caned, lusting to see such brutal pain inflicted on me. I was strapped to the bench as I had been on the two previous occasions I'd been caned. The difference from before was that instead of a chair for that brat, Miss Radu, to sit on to watch me, a television screen took up the position in a convenient place for me to see it. This was in addition to the television in a permanent position higher on the wall which I always assumed was for prisoners to watch movies as reward for good behaviour. Both televisions were switched on but showing only blue screens.

When I was securely strapped, I noticed a camera being brought in by a couple of guards and set up on a tripod to my right. The blue screen before me flickered before showing the image of my bottom and the area Madam Popescu would be standing when she caned me. What was the point of me watching my own caning?

With everything in place and me securely fastened so I couldn't move a muscle. only my head was free to move, Madam Popescu called someone on her mobile phone. What was going on? When her call ended, she addressed her waiting audience.

"Welcome everyone to this judicial punishment. This morning, Prisoner Emerson is to receive a caning of sixty strokes. They will be given in two sets of thirty with a ten minute break between them. As usual, everybody's name, apart from the prison guards from the female domination wing have been placed in the bowl that Miss Radu is holding, and one name will be drawn out during the interval. The lucky winner will be allowed to give the prisoner six bonus strokes with a cane, and don't forget, he will have already received his first thirty strokes from me, so the lucky winner will be causing considerable pain by caning his already very sore bottom."

"Now, as an addition to proceedings, the prisoner's wife, Mrs Emerson, asked for something special to be arranged. As you can see, a tv screen has been positioned especially for the prisoner's viewing; the main screen behind me is for your entertainment. I have just spoken to Mrs Emerson by phone so we can synchronise what is about to happen."

The picture on the screen flickered again before changing from the side view of me on the frame to Becky's face filling the screen right in front of me. I was astonished to see her, but as I recognised my bedroom back home, it really sunk in, I would have been there right at this moment had I not made a stupid decision to take that gamble.

"Hi David," she smiled cheerfully and waved.

I didn't know what to say, I was so stunned, I found myself staring at the screen. I felt anger, frustration and humiliation welling up inside me.

"Mrs Emerson is watching the images relayed by the camera at your side," Madam Popescu said to me. "That camera shows the best angle for her to see me caning you."

The small screen inserted into the bottom corner of the big screen showed what she could see; it was the view of my bottom and Madam Popescu beside me.

"You look really securely fastened down, David," Becky said. "Did Madam Popescu tell you about this little surprise I've arranged for you?"

I shook my head.

"I have left that for you to explain, Mrs Emerson. Please start whenever you like and I will begin the caning at the appropriate time," Madam Popescu said.

What the hell was going on?

"I'm just going to switch the camera position so you can see what I'm doing, David; you'll really appreciate this."

I watched as the camera she was using jerked about and I was able to pick up more of the scene in the bedroom. Becky was naked, and so was the man who was lying on his back, a semi erection resting lazily on his abdomen. It appeared Becky was sitting either on his face or at least on his chest so he had an excellent view of her bare bottom. I didn't recognise the man from his body, and I couldn't see his face, but it definitely wasn't Liam, who had joined in the sex games we played when I was home.

I felt very frustrated and annoyed at this turn of events, and as the camera settled, I was given a clear, side on view of her straddling his chest with her hands reaching forward to caress his penis. I could see the whole of Becky's naked body, and all but the face and feet of the man. I was so angry, but there was nothing I could do about it but lie on the punishment bench and suffer what was about to happen.

Becky pressed a small remote control she held and the picture zoomed in so I got a closer view of Becky's upper body and the man's groin area. As her lovely delicate fingers played sexily with his penis, it grew quickly to full erection, as did my own. My throbbing erection had nothing to rest on and merely dangled between my restrained legs in mid air. As angry as I was, I was incredibly aroused, and when Becky stooped down and took the erect penis in her mouth, I uttered a moan of despair.

She allowed it to pop out of her mouth so she could speak to the camera. "I'm going to let you watch me give Josh a blow job, do you remember those, David. This is Josh's favourite position, just the same as you, so you know what it feels like for him. Madam Popescu and I have planned this so you can watch me doing all those lovely things to his penis, just how you like it, until he gets quite close to coming. Madam Popescu is going to start caning you at that point. Isn't that a great idea? And the closer he gets to coming, the quicker Madam Popescu will cane your bottom. As his pleasure increases, your pain increases."

"Please, Becky, no," I whispered as she leaned her face close to his penis and licked the end.

I started to struggle in the tight fastenings but I could barely move a muscle. I had never felt so helpless in all my life. I couldn't keep my eyes from the screen as my wife took hold of Josh's penis and pulled the skin back to stretch the exposed end before lowering her mouth onto it. I knew exactly what that felt like, and my own penis throbbed with desire knowing what he was feeling at that moment. She kept her eyes on me to taunt me with her actions and I could tell how aroused she was for doing this to me.

I imagined the feel of her tongue moving all over his swollen glans, delighting every nerve ending, sending a deep relaxing pleasure throughout his body. Slowly, she moved her head up and down, while at the same time gently stroking the stem of his penis with her hand. I heard her moan loudly, something I knew would add ecstatic vibrations to his already excited penis. I heard his moans too, he was enjoying it so much, I knew it wouldn't be long before his orgasm began its approach.

Then I felt Madam Popescu place her cane on my bottom; Miss Radu sat down just to the side of the screen in a position to watch my face. She always sat so she could observe me; this was for safety reasons it had been explained, in case I passed out, but she enjoyed watching the pained expressions on my face as I endured the punishments. These women, including my wife, had worked out the most cruel, harrowing, humiliating punishment a man could be subjected to.

As Becky quickened the movement of her mouth and hands on Josh's penis while keeping her eyes on mine, Madam Popescu raised the cane high before whipping it with a swish through the air to crack across my bare buttocks sending a devilish assault of pain to cut through my body. I shouted out with the shock of the first cold stroke, but I kept my eyes on the rock hard penis being sucked and stroked by my stunning, sexy wife.

She reacted to that first stroke I received with a moan of pleasure, and momentarily took her mouth from the penis. "Oh, my goodness, David, that must have hurt so badly." She gave the penis a few quick strokes with her hand before lowering her mouth onto the penis again.

The second stroke ripped across my bare bottom and another unbearable streak of agony ripped through me. The third followed quickly as Becky sucked and stroked the penis. Madam Popescu was caning differently to the other canings she'd given me; these strokes were coming thick and fast. She was an expert at what she did, despite the whole operation being quicker, there was no let up in the smoothness, accuracy or severity of the caning she was giving me.

I was crying out, begging her to stop as each stroke landed with full force. The pain each stroke delivered had no time to abate before the next whipped across my bare flesh. As Josh reached orgasm and he bucked his hips to pump his sperm into my wife's mouth, I was receiving my twentieth stroke from Madam Popescu. As he lay back to enjoy the ongoing ecstatic orgasm that was clearly raging through him, the cane strokes continued to land with unrelenting viciousness across my bottom. His ecstasy was equal and opposite to the searing pain I was experiencing as the final ten very hard, quick strokes continued to whip relentlessly across my bare flesh in unison with his climax.

It was the most humiliating experience of my life; to watch my wife giving oral sex to another man and him coming in her mouth while I was strapped naked to a whipping bench having my bare bottom severely caned, and the whole thing being witnessed by an audience of sadistic women. Rather than being destroyed by it, I felt such a sexual uplift rising from the depths of my submission, my penis throbbed with lust. By the time Josh had reached the final spasm of his orgasm, Madam Popescu was delivering the thirtieth blistering stroke of the cane to my helpless buttocks.

I had completely surrendered to the situation, not just that, I wanted more. Becky even moved her face to the screen and opened her delectable mouth to show me the creamy substance she held on her tongue and over her teeth, she even allowed some to spill onto her chin. The audience of women applauded as she closed her mouth and swallowed Josh's sperm, smiling at me before opening her mouth to show it was now empty.

"Josh really enjoyed that. He loves me to give him blow jobs. I hope you enjoyed watching, David. Anyway, time for a break, I'll see you in ten minutes." The screen turned blue.

The ladies in the room applauded and cheered, quietening down only when Madam Popescu called for silence. "I think that was a very successful start to this punishment session," she said. "And now, the regular treat for a lucky lady who will win the opportunity of administering six of the best to our the unfortunate prisoner."

The bowl, filled with the names of the ladies, was offered to Miss Radu right in front of me, and she flicked them around with her hand giving me a wicked smile as she did so. She picked one out and looked at it before handing it to Madam Popescu who looked straight at her with her eyebrows raised. She handed it back to Miss Radu to announce the winner.

"Nalina Radu," she said loudly, before looking down at me, a broad, wicked grin on her face.

The young secretary of Madam Popescu had drawn out her own name. The girl who had mocked me and stared into my eyes every time I'd been given a judicial caning was to be given the pleasure of caning me herself. The depths of degradation to which I was being subjected seemed to have no limit today.

The girl eagerly took the cane, picked by Madam Popescu from a basket of punishment implements, and felt it's weight. She swished it before me to intimidate me; it looked like she had good technique, then walked to my side. She tapped the cane on my bottom a couple of times to get her position right, then lifted it into the air and brought it down hard on the bruises that were rising on my bottom. The pain ripped right through me and I flinched within my restraints. Her strokes were quite hard considering it wasn't her usual job, but the pain was made worse by the thirty strokes Madam Popescu had already given me that were still simmering across my buttocks.

I quickly adjusted to the different technique and the new pain she was inflicting on me, in fact it only took the second stroke before I was relishing the punishment she was dealing me. By the time the sixth stroke landed, my penis was throbbing lustfully, only her hand wrapping around my penis and stroking it to orgasm would have been better.

When Miss Radu sat down beside the screen with a beaming, gloating smile, I smiled back at her and whispered: "Thank you, Miss Radu." I meant it.

When the screen flashed back into life, I was back in the bedroom, a thousand miles away at home. There was more to come from Becky and her temporary partner. The camera was now at the man's feet with Becky straddling his stomach facing him; her back to me. She was reaching behind her and massaging his penis, pressing it against her lovely, smooth buttocks; another feeling I knew well which caused my own penis more torture for not being able to experience it. The penis had, only ten minutes earlier, been treated to one of Becky's awesomely sensual blow jobs, now it had been aroused once more for a session of intercourse with Becky on top. I was so jealous, and anger once again welled up inside me.

"It seems we are ready to carry on with the remaining thirty strokes," said Madam Popescu.

The first stroke to land almost had me bursting out of my restraints, the pain cut into me so violently, I shouted out loudly, but quickly immersed myself in the agony that flowed through my body like a wave of pleasure. When the second stroke cracked against my bare, unprotected, bruised bottom I knew I had reached the point of lustful submission which would carry me through.

Josh's penis was inside Becky and she was slowly and sensually savouring every movement she made. The pain from the continuing strokes from Madam Popescu no longer hurt me in the conventional sense. I still registered the unbearable agony, but they were now like fiery caresses that took me on a journey to a level of submission where pain was a form of pleasure. My penis, having not ejaculated for several weeks was approaching that point where I was unable to control it. My mind was giving me a vision of the feeling Josh was experiencing as I watched Becky move up and down, enjoying her own pleasure.

I was willing Becky to enjoy that penis and to give it pleasure as I continued to receive the horrendous, wonderful strokes of agony that Madam Popescu whipped across my buttocks. I recognised Becky's tell tale approach to her own climax as her breathing changed, even the way she arched her back, grinding her pussy onto the penis inside her. How I wished it was me beneath her, but I wanted to be here too, enjoying both experiences. I had no idea how many strokes I'd received, or how many were left, but as Becky slumped forward onto Josh, both completely spent, Madam Popescu was landing the final strokes on my bruised and battered bottom. My penis could take no more, and it began to pulsate uncontrollably before jerking and emptying the contents of my balls, creating a small, creamy white pool on the floor beneath me.

Yet again my ejaculation felt no pleasure, especially with the overwhelming pain of the cane strokes in opposition. It was another waste of what could have been for me, an ecstatic feeling of extreme pleasure. I wanted the ladies to enjoy my humiliation, and when they shrieked with delight at me trying to hump fresh air to gain a modicum of anything pleasurable, an extra stroke of the cane whipped agonisingly across my buttocks. A wonderful reward for my display of degradation before the eager eyes of the ladies. The final dribble of sperm dropped from my penis, and a wave of euphoric humiliation flooded me.

I lay on the padded bench absolutely drained, Becky lay on Josh, just the same, and as his penis plopped out of her pussy, gobs of sperm dribbled from her; it was proof of his second orgasm. She sat up and turned around, her face flushed, her hair all over the place. She reached for her phone which had been filming, and being careful not to show the man's face, looked into the camera lens.

"I hope you enjoyed this video call as much as we did, David. Just think of the reality you are suffering for me; your poor penis won't feel my hand, or my mouth, or my pussy for another six months." She winced with mock concern. "And all that time you've already spent not having a woman give you an orgasm or even giving yourself an orgasm with your own hand. And you could have been home now having everything you wanted from me." She blew me a kiss. "I'm going to have to love you and leave you now, David, but I promise I will keep in touch."

The screen went blank.

Coming next in chapter 13: Four days of hard labour follow, but I have my next appointment with Dr Petran.