KUMIKINANG DISTRICT - Alison
Alison had felt like she'd never get to sleep. Her first night had been so intense--so strange--so... something--that she had lay in bed, aware that if her hands snuck under the covers to where her sex was, she would be caught and punished--badly.
She had barely been able to handle her own flood of emotions--many of which were confusing--or even confounding. She'd been kept out of the observation rooms after the two meetings--but the guests came on for three more hours.
Poor Rizal was, apparently, a favorite--being chosen by both boy and girl visitors and marched upstairs to be used. She got that it wasn't "rough"--no, she didn't think she could classify it like that--but the matron inspected his anus after the fifth visit and declared him done for the night. He was still available for some things--he got a light spanking and teasing from a girl who masturbated him over her lap, stroking his erect penis as he gasped and squirmed.
Amihan was considered a prize--apparently her sentence was lighter than some of the others and so her "usage" was less unpleasant. Less unpleasant, though, seemed terribly awful to Alison. Amihan was commonly spanked over someone's lap downstairs--usually by female visitors.
The slaps were sometimes hard--more often 'playful'--but it was clear that while she bore it quite well, being chosen for a recreational spanking wasn't fun for the spankee. Her buttocks were a bright pink by the end of the night.
Alison had thought she might be horrified or even repulsed by what she would see. She was unquestionably discomfited. She was, also, horrifyingly horny. She was powerfully aroused and she didn't think she'd sleep. She came very, very close to risking masturbating in bed--or maybe in the room's bathroom nook--but she knew better: Amihan had warned her that she'd be monitored for misbehavior.
The fact that she needed to orgasm so badly--or even at all--was disturbing to her. Was she truly this turned on by the judicial punishment of being assigned as a prostitute--one who was explicitly punished for other's pleasure? The idea was unthinkable--but here it was. The Tersnians seemed displeased with their lot and put-upon--but they weren't crushed or despondent. Even Rizal who was certainly one of the ones getting the worst of it seemed somewhat resigned to taking his punishment but nowhere near Alison would have been.
Now, it was morning and early and she squirmed in bed. Her hands felt the pull of her sex. Her buttocks squirmed on the bedsheets. She grit her teeth. One of her hands had pulled back and she slid it under the comforter.
Being careful, and moving as slowly as she could bear, she slid her fingers under the waist of her pajama-bottoms and along the tender skin of her pelvis. She stroked her labia gently, moving the pads of her fingers to press lightly around her clit--ohh! She caressed herself--oh--fuck.
Oh--it was so--so awful--horrible--unfair--OH! She bit her lower lip. She musn't make any outward sign! The horrible matron would punish her--just for touching herself! Her own body--denied her--OHHH! Each thought drove her closer. Each indignity--each awful unfairness--each horror of the Tersnian system drew her to the edge--built her inner pressure--ohh--ughh--ahh!
She heard the door open. Ugh. Her eyes flew open and she stifled a gasp as she Miss Atavan standing in the doorway.
Shit! Oh fuck! She tried to slip her hand out of her pants as quickly and quietly as she could--but in her panic she moved her hand up some, and she caught the ripple in the top comforter. SHIT!
The woman walked over and sat on the side of the bed, looking down at Alison.
"Alison-kan," she started.
"I'm sorry--I--"--red-faced and utterly humiliated, not to mention, scared, she didn't know what to say. It was her first time ever being caught masturbating and it was in a country where it was literally illegal!
Alison swallowed. Oh fuck--was she going to cry--oh--no.
"Your puki is telling you it wants you to be punished," Miss Atmas said. "That is what it means--she likes it when you are disciplined, you see? So she orders you to break the rules, which you do, because she is in charge of you, and so she gets you the correction she wants you to have."
Ohh--oh-no--oh--please--
The woman didn't sound furious or even angry. She sounded calm and gentle--but what was being discussed was... ohhh--
Miss Atmas pulled back the comforter and sheet revealing Alison and then plucked up her hand. Her fingers were wet with her lubrication. Alison broiled in blushing shame, as Miss Atmas examined her fingers.
"Please give me another chance," Alison pleaded. "Please--I'll be good!" She felt ridiculous begging like a school-girl--but there was no alternative--what she was in for--whatever it was--she had no idea--was going to be unbearable.
Miss Atmas laughed. "Your puki would get you in even more trouble then! No--Alison-kan is going to be punished. This is a correctional establishment. There are strict laws governing young unmarried submissives," Miss Atmas explained. Alison imagined the woman was dearly enjoying this. She grit her teeth. The idea of being taken to a Tersnian court over this was horrible!
"What are you going to do?" she asked miserably.
Miss Atmas laughed. "What your puki wants, nene--punish you--lightly and gently--" she stroked Alison's hair. "But there will be tears, I think."
Alison whimpered. "Are you going to tell the others?"
"Yes, nene," she said. "They will know. They sleep in restraining panties--locking diapers--to keep them from addressing themselves." She smirked. "We will get some for Alison-kan as well!"
Ughh!
Later, she stood in a row with the other occupants of the house, bare bottom and only wiped over her body with baby-wipes instead of showered.Rizal, having had his anus used extensively, wore a clear plastic panty and, she glimpsed the flange of a plug.
His cock was turgid in the cage.
Diwata and Samantha were both sporting light bruises and lines on their bottoms and looked subdued. Bernila had what looked like mild chafe-marks evenly spaced along her inner thighs and was down on all fours to prevent either stretching the tender skin or her thighs touching.
Amihan had light pink blotches on her pert buttocks--had she been spanked this morning? And seemed animated and consoling when Alison's status was announced. She hugged Alison tightly and kissed her, and murmured something in Islander before switching to English and assuring her it would be all right.
Now Alison sat, naked, next to Amihan--also naked--who held her hand tightly.
Alison saw with some degree of horror that her name had been added to the 'score-board' with a bunch of symbols and metrics after it.
"It means you misbehaved," Amihan explained. "So you're being punished with us--but--uhm--you aren't exactly a menu item."
That was a relief--save for the 'exactly' part.
"However," Amihan said, moving close so their thighs touched. Alison felt a little jolt of discomfort at that--but also she liked Amihan's comforting. "You are due--a bit of discipline--I asked if I could accompany you and Mistress said 'yes.'"
"What kind of discipline?" Alison asked.
"Mmm--oh--uh--sexual?" Amihan said carefully. "A very mild--uhm--punishment-fuck--you might even enjoy it!"
Alison's mouth hung open. "A--a--a punishment--"