Nichola's Punitive Abdominal Cinch

Hi everyone

Something a little different this time. This is my first short story and looks at one of the punishments that wouldn't really make one of the longer ones. I appreciate this kink is a little niche, but hopefully you indulge a little and maybe you will find something that will interest you within it.

Please do let me know what you think -- as always, really keen on feedback and always happy to discuss around the theme. Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoy.

Jdb

Nichola had very much underestimated the punishment she was currently receiving when she first heard what was going to happen to her. She now realised the power of this punishment.

She was an incredibly organised person with direct debits and automatic payments set up for all her bills and contracts. Her car insurance was no different, set up to take a monthly payment overtime she got sent her salary and so when she was stopped by the police was she was indignant and dismissive, an attitude, which on reflection now, certainly didn't help.

She soon found herself reported for driving without insurance and her car was seized at the roadside. She had to call her husband to come and collect her, and whilst he was sympathetic, he was certainly enjoying that the mighty 'miss organised' had finally made a mistake. It was good natured and at that point, they both assumed she would be fined. No real drama, they were comfortable financially, both senior in their work and both on good salaries.

It was only when the paperwork came through that it became apparent that Nichola was heading for a date at a Punishment Centre for judicial correction. They began taking the whole thing somewhat more seriously and engaged a solicitor, but the die had been cast. It was open and shut -- she didn't have valid insurance - and what had made it worse was her attitude at the road side, which the police officer had documented in some detail. The best her solicitor could do was mitigate on her behalf and to avoid any of the impact based punishments available to the Magistrate, such as the cane.

So here she was, now nearly twelve hours into her abdominal cinch punishment. She has leapt at that opportunity thinking that a cinch around her stomach for twenty four hours was going to be easy. Sure, perhaps a little embarrassing, but hardly even a punishment, especially compared to the eight cane strokes which was one of the alternatives.

Her husband was sleeping soundly next to her after some pretty intense sex. There was no mistake that he had been very turned on when she got home, lifted her top and showed him the silver, shiny metal band cinching the soft flesh of her abdomen.

She was laying on her back in bed now, naked save for her thong, looking down at the band and the little bit of stomach fat she carries, pushed out below the belt and between her hip bones. Her navel was just visible to her, as she looked down between her breasts and it was forced upwards by the tightness of the metal band and so weirdly, it was facing her because of her current position.

She could understand why Adam was so turned on by it. There was a lovely curve to her stomach caused by the restraint, but more than that, it was the fact that neither of them had any control over it. It was locked on by the officials and there was no way out, and no choice about it, until they saw fit to unlock it again. Very much not what either of them were used to, both of them being used to giving the orders in their work lives.

They'd played with handcuffs a fair bit in both directions of who was the prisoner, depending on their mood, but that pair of cuffs was a sex toy with a little safety catch so that the 'restrained' person was really as much in control as the partner. She had to admit, the lack of control over her own body was sort of hot. At least, a little bit.

He had fucked her doggy style at one point earlier and she was surprised and strangely, a little ashamed when he slipped his fingers under the metal band, using the slight gap where it crossed the depression of her spine. He held on as he was fucking her, pulling her into him with each stroke. This pulled the band tighter around her stomach each time. The constant reminder of the restraint as he was fucking her was really very hot, but also she had never felt more submissive to a lover and she was caught a little bit by surprise.

He had used her punishment as a tool to control her for his sexual benefit. Should she have been angry? should she have stopped him? She wasn't sure, but she knew that she didn't want him to stop and that was powerful to her too. In fact, she had caught herself moving her hands to the bars on the head of the bed imagining her hands secured there so that she could be fucked whether she wanted it or not. She had had to think about something else at the time to stop herself cumming early.

As she lay thinking about the earlier events, she could feel herself getting horny again and looked at the clock on the bedside table which read 03:16 and she quickly decided that he would not be up for more sex now, so she opted to get up instead. She swung her legs out of the bed and as she sat up to put her feet on the floor, the metal band dug into her stomach tighter until she got herself stood up. It was the weird little impediments like that which added a real sting to the punishment that should have been a simple inconvenience. It was a warm night, so she headed downstairs without putting her dressing gown on, and caught the reflection of herself in the full length mirror in the hall way.

She stopped to check it out. Standing at 5'10" she was quite tall for a woman. 38 years old, she carried a little bit of extra weight, but nothing to be ashamed about. Her breasts had succumbed to the pull of gravity a bit since she was younger, she'd have to concede, but were full and Adam certainly enjoyed them. Her Spanish heritage gave her skin tone that Mediterranean colour, although a generation removed now, she still had the olive skin and dark hair of her ancestral relatives.

There was no escaping noticing the metal band around her waist. It was big and obvious and, she couldn't really think of a suitable descriptor... 'metal', she settled on. It was made of stainless steel according to the staff who fitted it at the Punishment Centre. It was a silver colour, slightly shiny against her skin. There was a modest lining between the metal and her skin made of neoprene rubber which apparently was safe to wear for extended periods.

The little paunch of stomach pushed out below the band was kind of cute actually, she figured as she turned slightly to get a side on view. She wasn't ashamed of her body, but her stomach certainly wasn't one of her favourite features, but it's new adornment had clearly turned Adam on, that was certain.

She thought about her experience earlier that afternoon where she had had to attend the Punishment Centre for her 'Punitive Device' as they termed it, to be fitted. That was a humiliating experience, and she figured they did that to enhance the punishment and the deterrent factor.

They had made her strip completely naked, a totally unnecessary step in her opinion, but she had learned from her experience with the police officer and kept it to herself, choosing instead to be contrite, at least in their presence. She wasn't used to being contrite and would rather fight her cause in whatever circumstance she found herself in. She was known at work to be the person to send in if there was going to be a robust discussion to be had. She was used to getting her own way.

There were two of them in the room with her, a man and a woman, the man older than her and the woman younger. They were watching her get undressed, making no effort to hide the fact and then they made her stand with her legs apart and her hands on the back of her head.

Every bit of her body was open to their scrutiny and she could feel her face redden even now, in the privacy of her own home, by herself. She did not enjoy their open assessment and didn't dare, at the time at least, wonder about what they might be thinking. Now she was out of the situation, she assumed that they didn't really think anything. She guessed that they saw naked people all day every day and while she was quite OK with her own body, she was certain there were hotter women there that day. She imagined the male guard had had fun with the younger woman who was in the waiting room, sitting opposite her before she was called in, for example.

When it came to the actual fitting of the device, the woman reached around and used a tape measure around Nichola's stomach and then had gone into a side room before reappearing with the metal belt device that was now locked around her.

A set of handles, much like bike handlebars had been lowered from the ceiling above her head on a pulley winch. There were wrist restraints attached to it, but she had simply been asked to take a hold and keep the hold as they were raised. They were taken to the point where she was up on her tiptoes, but it wasn't overly uncomfortable, at least physically. Mentally, she was acutely aware of how her body was on even more display now, her breasts lifted high on her chest and her waist stretched.

It was then that Nichola felt the cold surface of the band being placed around her body, the man was behind her and the woman was in front of her. They worked the band so that it was positioned above her hips and it was clicked into place with a loud, ominous sound.

The device was locked at the front, just above her navel and then the woman inserted a spanner key into a slot at the front. Nichola had felt the man step closer behind her and then before she realised what was happening, the woman had quickly poked her in the stomach with something sharp, making her gasp involuntarily. As she did this, the female guard twisted the key in the slot which tightened the metal band around her stomach that bit tighter. Then she was done.

The guard locked a cover over the slot, securing the device around her and she was told to get dressed. She let go of the handles about her head and felt the metal band around her middle. It seemed much tighter at first than it did now, nearly thirteen hours later.

She hadn't spent much time checking it out there and then and she had thrown her clothes on as fast as she could, suddenly super conscious of her nudity and the metal device now locked around her.

All the way home, she had been really conscious about how she moved and was constantly adjusting her top, sure that everyone around her knew exactly what she was trying to hide under her thin shirt. It seemed to take forever to get home and she felt wholly embarrassed all the way.

She turned around to look at herself over the shoulder in the mirror so she could see her back view, her tattoo visible between the top of her buttocks and the bottom of the metal band. She checked out her arse which was one of her favourite features and was really very glad that she wasn't looking at 8 red stripes across them.

She headed through to the laundry and found the clothes she planned to wear at work tomorrow. She popped the shirt on without bothering about the bra and did the fastenings up and headed back out to the mirror. She checked herself from all angles and she was certain she could see the unnatural shape under her shirt and was convinced that as soon as she walked into the office, someone would notice. Could she really go to work and brazen this out? she wondered to herself. Perhaps not. She'd see what Adam said in the morning when he woke up.

She took the shirt off again to hang it back up for the morning and sat on the sofa. Again, being sat down felt different to standing or lying, seemingly tighter somehow and the little paunch was pushed down against the top of her thighs.

She laid back against the back of the couch just to the point where the extra pressure eased again and she sat looking at her stomach again. Having done some research on the corporal punishments available, she was aware that sometimes the authorities would add a caning to the stomach with a cinch punishment and wondered about how she would look with those red stripes. She wondered about Adam and if he would find that attractive and hot?

She then got to thinking about how that would be done in the Centre and she began to imagine the handcuffs around her wrists and the pain of the cane stroke. She imagined her body stretched upwards like she was earlier. She found her hand slipping beneath the band of the thong and her fingers found her pussy lips that were already starting to get wet.

As she rubbed a bit harder and a bit faster, she used her other hand on the metal banding feeling the unyielding metal and thinking about the lock, preventing her removing it. She inserted a finger and then a second, slipping them each side of her clit as they entered. It really didn't take very long for her breathing to quicken and a familiar feeling to begin to build.

She tensed her stomach muscles, pushing against the restraint of the belt. She could feel the restriction from the unyielding band around her and she felt every bit the punished criminal. She didn't have control of her body and was at the mercy of the authorities. She imagined the female guard from earlier in the day standing over her holding a cane. She looked down at the soft, defenceless flesh of her stomach, imagining the cane crashing down on her olive skin and she was over the edge.

Her body tensed as she lifted her butt off the sofa, her pussy alive with the orgasm as she held her breath and fully enjoyed the moment. A good twenty seconds later, she relaxed her muscles and her butt fell to the sofa, her breathing ragged.

She relaxed and pulled the blanket off the back of the sofa over her, just planning to lay her head down for a moment or two to relax in the post orgasmic haze. She could see the clock showing nearly 4 am and realised she was more than half way through her punishment, wondered if you could buy these belts for personal use and if Adam would enjoy it as much as she was. She closed her eyes and fell asleep on the sofa.