My Shame

I was asleep for an unknown time when Officer Carla opened the door and flicked on the lights.

"So you couldn't help yourself, you little sicko. We're going to flay you alive tomorrow, and all you can do is beat off your little Vienna sausage?! We have infrared cameras in here, genius. And I can monitor them from my cell phone anywhere. Regulations state that anyone caught breaking rules gets additional punishment, at the guards' discretion."

I sat up.

"Lie back down. Hands at your sides and hold perfectly still or I get some taser practice."

I complied and lay down on my back, terrified at what my punishment might be. Carla unlocked my cell and entered. She produced two sets of cuffs and locked my wrists to the sides of the cot near my waist. She then attached the ankle shackles to the foot of the cot.

"That will keep you from flogging the bishop! From now on you are going to be restrained at all times."

She then pulled out another handful of some shiny metal objects.

"One of my favorite punishments... nipple clamps. I thought about the other choice, rectal dilation, but you'd probably like that too much."

I had never worn nipple clamps and was not looking forward to the experience with this mean old hag. Carla opened an alcohol wipe and roughly wiped each of my nipples. The cold from the alcohol evaporating made my nipples stand out.

"I picked these out a month ago because of their lovely little teeth. The website also said the springs were very strong and they should not be used more than ten minutes at a time. So two hours should be a good lesson for you."

Without warning, she opened the one clamp and allowed the clamp, with its sharp little teeth, to bite into my left nipple. She might as well have put out a lit cigar on it.

"Ooooooooooooh...OWWWWWW! Please take it off!"

She ignored me and placed the other clamp on my right nipple.

"Oh my GOD, it hurts so bad! Please, please PLEASE take them off! I will be good! I won't masturbate any more. I promise! They really, realy hurt bad!!"

Carla commented, "The website didn't lie; they really ARE strong! Look, the left one already has a little bit of blood!" I looked down and saw a tiny drops of blood forming where the nasty clamp crushed my left nipple so cruelly. Carla then walked out and locked the cell door again behind her.

"See you in two hours. When I come back, it will be time to clean up that hairy bush of yours."

She left me in the dark again.

Although it seemed like forever, for the next two hours I moaned and thrashed back and forth in pain, desperately and futilely trying to shake the clamps loose from my mangled nips. At one point I felt warm fluid drip down the side of my chest from my right nipple. So the right was bleeding now too. It was two hours of just terrible, unrelenting agony.

Just when I felt I might go insane if the clamps were not removed, the light came back on and Carla came into the cell.

"PLEEEEASE... take them off! Please! I won't masturbate again!" I blubbered. I was ignored. This time she had brought another woman with her.

"Jason, this is Myra. She does waxing at a local spa. The Punishment Center has contracted with her to do depilatory treatments for our prisoners who have too much hair. She's going to rip out your bush by the roots. Myra, this is Jason. As you can see, he is already getting a taste of some pain. The nipple clamps were placed because he does not know how to follow the rules and keep his hands off his little weewee."

"Oh very naughty!" said Myra with a cute Spanish accent.

Carla then reached over and unclamped both of my nipples at once. As the blood began to return to my mangled nubs, the pain ratcheted up a notch.

"Ah...ah...ah...AHHHHHEEEEOOOW!" I arched my back in pain.

"They say removing them is the worst," Carla commented to Myra, as if I was not even present and suffering right in front of them. "Oh wow. Look at his nips! Maybe I left these on too long." I raised my head and looked down to see both of my nipples caked in dried blood, with small rivulets of more dried blood running down the sides of my chest. There was also already some purplish-blue bruising forming.

"Let's clean these up so warden is not too upset with me. Wouldn't want an infection," said the sadistic bitch. She then took a bottle of rubbing alcohol and poured some over each of my crushed nipples, causing me to howl like a monkey again. She wiped off the dried blood with gauze and put a dab of antibiotic ointment on each nipple. "That ought to do it. Now I am going to sit out here in the hall and read while Myra does her thing. Please do try to remain quiet while I read."

Myra was an adorable, petite, soft-spoken young woman of Mayan descent with only a slight Mexican Spanish accent, who wore the lavender-colored scrubs of her spa. She had a pink plastic box full of her supplies that she put on the floor and opened. She ran an extention cord out to the hall and plugged in a heater for what I would later learn was wax. As the wax melted in the small pot, she started to wipe my genital area down with Betadine swabs.

She quietly blushed, "At our spa, I only do this on women, so seeing you here, a man, restrained in the nude, is a bit embarrassing for me. I am also sorry to be someone who makes your pain more intense, but the rule, apparently, is that all of your publc hair must be removed. Otherwise, I am told, you will not suffer enough pain to satisfy the court."

Oh, thanks, I thought. Embarrassing for YOU?

"Have you ever been waxed before?" she asked.

I shook my head 'no.'

"It will not be pleasant. And I noticed you are rather unendowed. Unfortunately, the waxing will really make your small penis more obvious to the crowd that will witness your punishment. OK. Let's get started." First, she took electric trimmers and trimmed my pubes down to about 1 cm. She then took what looked like popsicle stick, and spread hot wax on 3 cm strip just below my navel. A strip of paper was placed on the hot wax and pressed into my skin firmly. Immediately, Myra ripped the strip off, tearing my lower abdominal hair out by the roots. Shocked, I screamed like a little kid. She let out a chuckle. "Better get used to the pain; we have a long way to go." Another strip was waxed and then torn away. I tried to remain stoic, but grunted and arched my back.

"Please hold still!"

"It hurts!" I moaned. "Please. Do you really need to do this to me?"

"Shut up, Jason," Carla chimed in from the hallway. "You are going to be as hairless as a seal, whether you fuss or not. Keep going, Myra. He is not in charge of his body here."

She continued, working strip by strip down to my penis.

"Well, I won't need to waste much wax here, huh, Jason? You are just SO tiny! I would never have a boyfriend with such a tiny penis!" Once again, I was humiliated.

She spread the hot wax on the bottom of my penis, applied the paper, then ripped the hair out by the roots.

"Uggh!" I grunted. I looked down to see tiny droplets of blood where the hair follicles were. After a few more strips off my dick, she pulled and stretched out my saggy scrotum. After several even more excruciating strips, my gentals were hairless. I looked down to see my sex organs exposed to these two women, smooth and small. I knew I looked ridiculous. My feeling was confirmed by the women's chuckling. I wanted to cover up or turn away, but the restraints prevented this.

"Ok. Time to get the undercarriage!"

Carla came into my cell again and detatched my ankle shackles from the bottom of the cot. She then grabbed the shackles with both hands and pulled my feet and legs up toward my head. She kept pulling and eventually attached the ankle shackles to a point on the cot just above my head. I was completely bent in half with my knees beside my head, and my temporarily hairy asshole pointing straight up to the ceiling. It was a truly embarrassing position, to have my anus, my most intimate of areas, as spread open as possible, right under the eyes of the women. And all in the name of creating more pain for me when the prison whip would strike my genitals, taint and anal region.

"My, that is a also a hairy mess," said Myra. "Let's trim here first." Again she took my private asshairs down to about 1 cm. As she was using the electric clippers, she would occasionally blow the hair out of the way, with many of my anal hairs landing on my face and in my eyes and mouth. She put the first strip of wax direcly over my balloon knot and tore it off with gusto.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed. This was the worst part. My asshole must have started to spasm open and shut with the pain, because Myra laughed and commented "It is so funny... your bottom hole is trying to talk to me."

Haha.

After several terribly painful wax strips were ripped away, I had a nearly hairless anal region. Myra finished by plucking residual hairs with tweezers.

"Ok, Carla, he is all set for his anal and genital whipping," said Myra as she cleaned up her equipment. Then she leaned into my ear and whispered, "I am sorry you will be having so much pain, sir. I stand against the new corporal punishment laws, but at least I hope it teaches you to mend your sinful ways."

Carla and Myra then engaged in idle chit chat for several minutes, while I remained ass up with my feet attached above my head. As soon as Myra left, Carla dumped rubbing alcohol all over my asshole, balls, and cock. It stung like crazy.

"Can't have you getting infected, can we?" She then squirted a big blob of antibiotic ointment into her bare hand, and started rubbing it roughly all over my anus, taint, and genitals. She washed her hands in the sink before finally reattaching my ankle shackles back to the base of the cot.

Carla then stood there and gave me an ominous, head to toe look. "You know, the warden told me I am going to be the one to give you your caning. I have been practicing for weeks. I'm finally able to reach the velocities needed to get certified for judicial caning. You will be my first! I am so excited!" she said in her deep, gravely, smoker's voice. So she would do half of my torturing tomorrow. Just great. She squatted down and leaned in very close to my ear and said, "You know, if you want, I could possibly take it easy on you." I could smell her smoker's breath. She was just centimeters from my face. I was repulsed.

"What do you mean?" I asked tentatively.

"Well," she said slowly in her low-pitched, hoarse voice, "if you do something for me, I might make your caning a bit easier."

"Wha...what do you mean?" I was worried about what 'something' meant, but I was so terrified of the caning, I was willing to consider anything.

She then whispered, "My ex used to work magic on the old puss with his mouth and tongue. Since I got divorced, she has been a bit... lonely."

Oh gross, I thought. Did she really want oral sex in exchange for an easier caning?

"Let's suppose I turn off the cameras and you make me happy down here with your mouth for a while. I would still need to cane your ass. But I might go at 2/3 strength instead of full force. With any other male prisoner, I might use their cock to get off, but we all know that ain't gonna happen with your little guy." Then she grabbed my lower face and chin with one hand and turned me to face her like I was a child. She wore an evil grin. "What do you say? Clean my undercarriage with your cute little mouth and maybe you leave with less scarring on yours."

I was immediately nauseated at the thought of eating her out. She was ugly, cruel, old, overweight, had bad wrinkly skin, gray grandma hair, and stunk of cigarettes. But I felt like I could do anything at this point to avoid the dread of a full, judicial, eighteen-stroke caning.

"Ok," I blurted out. "Do what you want with me. Just please, I am begging you, go easy on me tomorrow."

She smiled again, then stuck out her tongue and slowly licked my cheek from my jawline up to right near my eye. She left a thick trail of saliva. It was repulsive to have this woman's smoky spit drying on my face, but I could not wipe it with my hands cuffed to the cot. The camera was behind her head, so her licking would not have been seen. "Looks like we have a deal! Let me go turn off the cameras. I will say they malfunctioned."

She went over to the wall and moved a couple of switches. Carla then came back and stood right next to me. She flicked off her shoes, then unbuckled her uniform pants and pulled them off. Of course. She was wearing well-used white 'granny panties' that had yellow stains in the crotch.

"You are going to shimmy yourself up so your head is on the edge of the cot. Then I will squat on your face while you lick me. You better do a good job if you want me to hold up my end of the deal!"

I could not believe I was actually going to do this, but I did as I was told and scooted up several inches. She pulled off the granny panties revealing a huge, almost completely grey, totally unkempt bush, showing beneath a fat gut. Her legs were also very plump and had pale, crepe paper-like skin. I felt sick, but was determined to get through this. Carla then stepped to the head of the cot and backed up so that her disgusting pelvis was positioned right over my face. She was facing the head of my cot. I then got a whiff. She was not the best in the hygiene department. Sweat, fish, cigarette. I instictively turned my head away, but she grabbed me by the hair with both hands, pulled my head straight and said, "Time to munch carpet, bitch!"

She squatted down so that her incredibly hairy old pussy was right on my mouth and started to rub herself back and forth. "Open that mouth and get your tongue to work, or the deal's off!"

I did as I was told and stuck out my tongue. The taste and smell was overwhelming. I wretched a few times, but managed not to vomit. All I could feel on my tongue was her dank, wiry pubes. Her disgusting thighs rubbed against my cheeks. Her immense FUPA hung over my eyes and nose, obscuring my vision and making it hard to breathe. She let go of my hair, widened her stance, and reached down to spread apart her pubes so she could grind her filthy cunt against my mouth. There was a thick, white discharge caked in her pussy lips that I was forced to consume. I had never tasted anything so disgusting. I tried to think of other things as she eagerly raped my face. I hated this sadistic woman who took pleasure in my suffering, and here I was, cuffed to the cot and forced to eat her old, repulsive pussy like she was my lover.

It seemed to last forever. She would grind herself on my nose and mouth quickly, and then slowly, and then quickly again. After probably twenty minutes, she started to really ooze vaginal juices. For an older woman, she sure did make a lot of pussy slime.

"Uh, uh, uh," she grunted like a pig. "Oh yeah, keep that mouth open, my little whore. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh..." She kept this up for several minutes, while I tried to keep breathing despite the copious, foul, granny grool now clogging my nostrils and throat. Then she stopped and said, "I'm going to turn around now. Time to taste my ass, Jason. I love a good salad tossing."

Oh fuck no! Was I really going to have to lick her shithole, too?!

She got up off my face and turned around to face my feet. She lowered her old, fat, cellulitic ass down onto my face.

"If I have to tell you again, you are going to get another prison punishment. Get that tongue out and eat my asshole!"

I hesitantly opened my mouth and extended my tongue. It landed right on her hairy, shit-stained, bunghole. It was so very foul, but I managed to keep my tongue in her cornhole out of fear. Then she smashed her pelvis down on my face and smacked my belly a few times with an open hand. The earthy taste of shit filled my mouth, but I was just determined to get her off as quickly as possible so this abuse would end. So I tried to worm my tongue up into her disgusting rectum. I thought of the ten thousand putrid turds that had been where my mouth was.

She started wiggling her ass on my tongue, while rubbing herself in front.

"Oh yeah, Jason! You are a good asslicker. You little slut!"

Eventually, her moans became more earnest, and her breathing more ragged. After several minutes of being this mean old hag's personal butt plug, she came, letting out some gutteral sounds and grunting like a pig. At the very climax, she apparently bore down hard, because she expelled a wet fart right into my mouth. I turned my head to the side and vomited.

As Carla stepped off of my face and pulled on her clothes, she said, "there now, that wasn't so bad, was it? You probably enjoyed yourself, didn't you? Haha!"

I certainly didn't. I was violated, disgusted, and humiliated. And now I got to lie there, pinned nude to the cot by my chains, unable to wipe off the repulsive old lady grool and shit drying on my face.

After she had dressed, Carla again leaned in close to me and gave my a kiss on the forehead.

"Thanks again. I can't believe you fell for that line about me being the one giving you your caning. I appreciate the asslicking, though!" With that she flicked on the cameras, turned out the lights, and left me there, sobbing in the dark.

Oh fuck me!!

I laid there for what seemed like hours. I had no idea if it was day or night. I slept for short periods, but would awaken to nightmares about my impending torture. There was also the hunger. I had never gone so long without anything to eat.

At some point, the lights came on and two people entered the area outside my cell. After my eyes adjusted, I realized they were the younger officer Mendez, followed by my incompetent attorney, Barbara.

Mendez shouted, "Rise and shine. Your lawyer has requested a visit. Do you want to see her?"

As she had promised, my mother's old lawyer friend Barbara had come to see me. It would be completely humiliating for this woman I had known (and lusted after) since childhood to see me completely nude and in chains, awaiting a brutal corporal punishment. But maybe she had some good news, so I accepted the visitor.

Barbara apparently was also sensing my embarrassment, as she asked Mendez if she could possibly get me something to cover up with.

"There is nothing like that here, and that would violate our policies anyway. Visit him naked or not at all."

"Hmmm," was all Barbara could muster. "Ok."

Mendez came into my cell and brought a chair which she sat facing my cot. I presumed this would be for Barbara. She then detached my wrists from the sides of the cot and the chain linking my feet to the bottom of the cot was also removed. She grabbed my arm and pulled me up. I swung my legs off the side so that I was sitting on the edge. Mendez then reattached my hands behind my back.

Barbara saw this and said, "No need to restrain him."

"Sorry, regulations. When a known sex offender gets a visitor, he must be restrained at all times."

She then pulled my left ankle out to the side and secured it to the one metal rod supporting the bottom end of the cot. She repeated this with my right ankle, cuffing it to the support for the head of the cot. This, of course resulted in me sitting there splayed wide open with my now hairless sex organs lewdly on display and no way to cover up with my hands.

"He's all yours, counsel." Mendez then left us alone.

Barbara came in and sat down. She was wearing a smart, black business suit. She looked as gorgeous as ever. Since the cell was tiny, her knees were just centimeters from my exposed genitals. It was so incredibly embarrassing, with her so conservatively dressed and me stark nude and hairless, and Barbara knew it. She stared at my tiny penis for just a little too long, and raised her eyebrows and frowned, probably surprised at how inadequate I was. But she kept her comments to herself. We were both blushing deeply.