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Evelyn is invited to join a very exclusive club, but she must first be interviewed by the admissions committee and explain why she deserves to be a part of SaM's very exclusive club. The series begins with her first night at the club and then progresses through the stories she tells the committee to prove she is worthy to become a permanent part of SaM's Club.
The stories are better understood if you have read the previous chapters, but each chapter stands more or less on its own.
In Chapter Four, Evelyn watches the unique method of punishment used at SaM's club.
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Two of the serving slaves were brought forward by the simple process of the rail system dragging them forward by their hair. One, a male, was positioned in front of a pillory-like device. The other, a woman, was positioned a few feet behind him. The pillory had the typical half circle for the hands and head, but there was no upper piece that clamped the arms and head in place. Instead there were two metal rods, somewhat like bicycle handles that were positioned so that the slave could grasp them with his hands. He placed his head and hands in the stocks and grasped the handles. When he did so, a green light came on within the column of the pillory.
A large clock face descended from the darkness of the ceiling area as the voice from the speaker explained. "Slave 142, as the slave who has gone the longest without punishment, has won the right to be first punisher. She will have 30 seconds to deliver five swats. They must not be less that 7 or more than 10 on SaM's Place Scale of Punishment. Swats cannot be delivered less than 4 seconds apart nor more than 6 seconds. Failure to deliver the punishment within the prescribed range means that the punisher goes to the end of the line, something none of these slaves wants to do, especially Slave 142, since her position keeps her our of the stocks tonight.."
Evelyn wondered exactly what SaM's Place Scale of Punishment was, but then a second disk descended from the ceiling. It resembled the tacheometer in Evelyn's car, except it went from zero to two hundred. The female slave picked up a paddle that looked like many other spanking paddles except that it had a small cord leading out of the tip of the handle. She swung the paddle and it connected with the male slave's ass with a resounding smack. The punishment meter read twelve and the announcer exclaimed, "Oh, that is outside the specified range. Slave 142 can have only two of the five outside the range or she goes to the end of the line."
It was not apparent whether the slave could hear the announcer or not, but she delivered four more swats with the paddle with a measured pace. The meter read 9 for each of them. "A nice recovery," came the voice from the speakers. "All within range and all within time. Our increment for tonight is 2, so the range is now 9 to 12." As the voice spoke, the male slave left the pillory and took the place of the female slave who had been the punisher. She was led off into the darkness and another female slave, a black female, was brought up to the stocks. Once she had grasped the metal rods, the green light came on the male slave swung the paddle.
Evelyn watched the black globes of the slave's ass compress and bounce with each slam of the paddle. "A pity that redness doesn't show on such black skin," she said quietly to herself. Two of the swats registered 12, one registered 9 and the other two registered 11.
"Not very consistent," commented the voice from the speakers, "but all within range. The range is now 11 to 14."
The male slave was led off and another female slave was brought up to the stocks. The black slave was guided into place as the punisher. Smack.... smack.... smack.... smack.... smack.... Each of the five times, the meter read 14.
"Now that is proper paddling," the announcer said, "Number 287 really knows how to use that paddle."
Evelyn watched closely as the black slave turned and was led into the darkness. She looked so familiar to her. Almost like someone she knew from her college days, but she couldn't place the face..., and why would she know a slave?
The cycle continued with slave after slave, each taking their place on the pillory and then as punisher as the required punishment number climbed higher and higher. Almost all of the slaves had cycled through and the punishment range had reached 93 through 96 when on the third blow of the paddle, the slave at the pillory let go of the rods and jerked into a standing position. The green light on the pillory post turned red and a siren sounded. "We have a position fault. Those of you in the position fault pool please hold your cards. This is slave 381 on strike three at an punishment level of 95. If anyone has that combination in the pool, please push your server call button at this time."
