The Six-Month Punishment

PROLOGUE

This story takes place in the not-too-distant future. A sexually repressed political group has taken control of the country's government and installed laws that allow new punishments for any sexually related crimes.

Both Paul Catoni and his wife Mia voted for this coalition as they saw the prostitution in their city growing out of control. Little did they know how far the lawmakers would take their new powers.

PAUL

"All rise," the bailiff said as the judge appeared from the door at the side of the court wearing her long black robe. This was my second visit with the judge. Earlier I stood before her and, as my lawyer had suggested, pleaded guilty to public nudity. It was now time for sentencing.

This whole thing was stupid. A group of guys got together one Saturday night at a friend's apartment. There was some alcohol involved but not enough to make us sloppy drunk. Unfortunately, there was enough to get us doing some crazy dares.

I watched nervously as my friends put their heads together and whispered to each other. My dare was next. One of the guys would occasionally look up at me as if he was deciding whether or not I could handle whatever they were cooking up.

"Ok, Paul, your turn," my friend Don said. "You are going to go downstairs, run around the block, back up the stairs, and into the apartment within five minutes. If you don't make it, you get another dare."

That didn't sound too bad. "I can do that," I said confidently, even though I wasn't sure I could run that fast. I'm a small guy who has never been in as good shape as my friends. The worst that could happen was I'd end up with another dare.

"But wait, there's more!" Don continued. You are going to do it STARK NAKED!" There was a roar of laughter among the guys.

It may have been the alcohol or perhaps the need to win approval from my friends but I agreed to the dare, only negotiating to wear my sneakers. I knew I wouldn't have a chance of making it without them.

Moments later, I stood naked in front of my fully clothed friends which was not easy for me. I had always been a shy person, never comfortable naked. I was the guy who was often found pulling his underwear up under his towel in the locker room.

Two of the guys went downstairs to make sure I didn't cheat. Once they were in place, I heard the countdown. Three, two, one, GO!

I opened the door and started running. At first, I was nervously looking around worried that someone might see me but by the time I made it through the door and into the cool fall night I had decided that running fast was my best option. If anyone saw me I'd be streaking by so fast that I would escape embarrassment.

I passed the guys at the door without a word, turned left, and disappeared around the corner. It was dark and quiet as I moved to a steady pace. I was wondering how much time had gone by when my world instantaneously changed.

I first saw the blue lights bouncing off of the building in front of me. Then suddenly there was a loud siren next to me. I looked to my right and saw the police car coming to a standstill.

There was a moment when I thought m about ignoring them and picking up my pace but somewhere in my head, I knew better. I stopped, crossed my hands over my crotch, and bent down trying to make myself as small as possible. Moments later I found myself handcuffed and in a police car wearing a blanket that only partially covered me.

****

Now I stood before the judge awaiting my punishment for public nudity. I could feel Mia's eyes watching my back. My wife was there to support me even though she was pissed at me for being such an idiot and bowing to dares from my stupid friends.

My lawyer had suggested that she be there and that she dress nicely so that the judge would see us as a respectable couple with a husband who just made a silly mistake. Mia's idea of dressing up was not quite what the lawyer wanted. She arrives in a dress that showed off her shapely legs as well as her small but perky breasts.

She looked beautiful and I realized that day how lucky I was to have her as my wife. My friends always said that I married up in the looks department and it was true. I met Mia in college. She was just out of some sort of bad relationship with a guy on the football team and I was her rebound boyfriend. I was more than happy to fill that role and never expected it to turn into anything serious.

When Mia broke up with that guy she also lost all her friends. She never liked to talk about it and I never pushed. It was a big enough deal to push her away from all her college friends.

We were an odd couple that year. Her friends had shunned her and my nerdy friends didn't know how to handle me spending so much time with this hot girl. We were alone a lot.

Being alone had its perks especially because Mia was heavily into sex. I was a virgin and she quickly became my sexual mentor, showing me what to do to make her happy. And, of course, making her happy also made me happy in a way I had never known before. What had been daily masturbation sessions in my shower had quickly transformed into hot lovemaking in my bed!

MIA

I love Paul. He does some stupid things sometimes but he is my soulmate. He doesn't know it but he saved me from a life that would have most likely ended very badly.

One of the stupidest things he did brought him to his only day in court. I watched as he stood waiting to be sentenced after pleading guilty to being so dumb as to accept a dare to run through the city without his clothes on. I couldn't help but wonder where those "friends" were right now. They certainly weren't here supporting him in court. They were probably off somewhere telling stories about how this guy accepted a dare and ended up in jail.

Meanwhile, I'm sitting here wondering what kind of fine we were going to end up paying for this dare. Fortunately, my good friend, Cathy, is a lawyer and she took the case for free promising us that she would do everything she could to keep things reasonable in sentencing. I was hoping that the fine would be low enough that we didn't have to take out a loan.

I watched Cathy speak on Paul's behalf.

"Your honor," she opened, "Mr. Catoni is a respected member of this community. He is happily married and works full-time at a company here in the city. This was a silly mistake that didn't hurt anyone. As I noted earlier not a single person came forth with a complaint of public nudity. I ask that you give him a minimal fine and let him return to his life."

I watched as the judge lifted her gavel. This was about to be over. But then before it landed, the Assistant District Attorney was standing.

"Does the State have something more to say?" she asked before putting down the gavel.

"Yes, Your Honor. The State respectfully reminds you of the Sexual Misconduct Code which requires additional punishment."

Cathy was immediately back on her feet. "Your Honor, this event was not sexual in any way. It was a harmless run through darkened streets."

I could tell Cathy was nervous. She had all but promised us a fine. Now it was looking worse.

"I understand counselor but the State is correct and we cannot have people running around naked in this city no matter what the time of day or night. In addition to a $500 fine, I am sentencing the defendant to six months of state-enforced chastity."

PAUL

I was standing next to my attorney when the judge pronounced my sentence. I immediately felt my knees buckle beneath me. My palms went down onto the table to keep me steady. I wasn't sure what it meant but it didn't sound good.

Cathy put her arm around me and whispered for me to stay quiet. She didn't want this to get any worse than it already was. I saw her look back to Mia and mouth the words, 'I'm sorry.'

Things started happening very quickly. Two guards appeared from nowhere and cuffed my hands behind my back. I looked at Mia who was as white as a ghost. Cathy was walking toward her and before I was taken away I saw the two of them talking. Mia looked to be crying as she looked up and our eyes met just before I was taken through a door at the back of the courtroom.

The guards said little as we walked down a hallway to an elevator and then took it down several floors to what seemed like a basement. We finally arrived in a small empty room with a bunch of chairs. I was unceremoniously placed in a seat and left waiting for whatever was going to happen next.

I had heard of chastity punishments before. They were part of a set of punishments that were created by the new government. Until today, I had found the punishment arousing. I fantasized about being forced to wear a chastity cage and what it would be like to be kept from any contact for a period of time. Now, not only was it a reality, but it was for six whole months. I tried to think about how what six months looked like. It put me through Thanksgiving, Christmas, my birthday, and Valentine's Day, and then a long time after that. I counted the months in my head. I would wear this thing until April of next year! My stomach started to turn thinking about all this. Was I going to be sick sitting here with my hands cuffed behind me? I was trying to calm myself when a guard came through the door, wordlessly grabbed me by the arm, and delivered me to a small windowless office where an older heavyset woman sat behind a metal desk.

I guessed that she was a long-term government employee who was biding her time until her retirement.

"My name is Mrs. Kurtwellian and I am your intake officer," she said in an almost robot fashion. It was obvious that she did these meetings many times a day.

My arms were hurting in the handcuffs and she saw me struggling. "Just so you know we cannot remove your cuffs until your equipment is installed. We don't want you touching yourself."

I hadn't thought about touching my penis until she said that. Now I felt like I needed to touch. The reality that my penis would be untouched for six months was sinking in. Mrs. Kurtwellian didn't seem to care. She had a script to follow and she was going to continue no matter how scared I was.

"In a few minutes, your technician will arrive and take you back for your fitting and installation," she said sternly. "The equipment is property of the State of New Jersey and can only be removed by a qualified technician. I am also required to tell you that you are not allowed to leave the state without permission from this office. If you do not gain permission, you will receive an electric shock from the equipment as soon as you cross a state line."

My eyes widened. "You mean I can get shocked....down there?"

"Yes," she replied. "Now let me finish because I need to explain everything to you." She continued her prepared speech. "You are to come into this office every..." She paused to look down at a paper in front of her. "every Tuesday at 2:00 PM for a cleaning. If you are more than five minutes late, you will receive a shock from your equipment."

"I work," I responded. "Coming here in the middle of the afternoon will be difficult."

It was immediately obvious that Mrs. Kurtwellian did not want to negotiate my meeting time or even hear from me. "Mr. Catoni I suggest you find a way to be here every Tuesday at 2:00 PM for the next six months if you don't want to have your genitals shocked."

I shut my mouth and decided to say no more. I would be here every Tuesday at 2:00 PM for the next six months. I just hoped I wouldn't see Mrs. Kurtwellian again.

The technician must have been listening at the door because as soon as Mrs. Kurtwellian stopped talking the door opened behind me. The action signaled the old government worker to continue her script.

"This is Ms. Evans. She will be your technician. You are expected to comply with her orders. Any negative reports from Ms. Evans will result in a return trip to the judge."

I was surprised when I turned back to see Ms. Evans. She was the polar opposite of Mrs. Kurtwellian. She was young, probably younger than I, and extremely pretty. Her long blonde hair hung halfway down her back and her blue eyes were piercing. Apparently, technicians had no dress code as she wore tight jeans and a tee shirt that, while not tight, showed off her breasts nicely. Also, unlike Mrs. Kurtwellian, she had a pleasant smile.

When she reached down to take my arm, her soft hands against my skin sent shivers down my spine. Unlike all the guards who had led me around, Ms. Evans was gentle and caring.

"Hello Mr. Catoni," she said, "I'm going to take you back to the center. We will be there for about an hour."

As we walked down the hall she continued talking to me. "You can call me Margo, I have to be more formal with Mrs. K. She is a bit of a stickler about the rules. May I call you Paul?"

"Sure," I replied. I was more than happy that someone was being nice to me and the fact that she was cute was a bonus.

"Good. Paul, First, I am going to get these handcuffs off soon. I'm sure they are uncomfortable. Unfortunately, they have to stay on until I can get you situated in a chair. It won't be long. The second thing you need to know is that this isn't going to be a pleasant process. I'm sorry about that and promise I will do whatever I can to make it easy for you."

"Thank you, Margo" I replied. "I appreciate you being so open about it."

Within moments we were in a large room. Four chairs lined each of the two side walls. They looked like chairs you would find in a barbershop except that they had stirrups. A small round stool sat between the stirrups. It was the kind that could be adjusted by spinning the leather seat.

Only three of the chairs were occupied. Two of the occupants were men and one was a woman. I noticed immediately that all three were naked from the waist down. One of the men had what looked like an ice pack on his crotch while the other had a stiff cock standing straight up as a woman sat in front of him on the bench messaging him. The woman in the third chair was wearing what I thought was a chastity belt. It covered most of her crotch.

Margo watched as I took in the room. "These are people who are here for their weekly checks. You will be doing this as well. You will be meeting with me every Tuesday at 2:00"

"Will you be doing that to me?" I asked, pointing with my eyes to the very erect man across the room.

Margo's eyes followed mine. She smiled. "Yes, your penis needs to be exercised each week but I will warn you that it may not end the way you want it to."

I ignored the remark about the ending and only chose to think about Margo touching me the way that man was being touched. I felt my cock throbbing in my pants and wanted to adjust myself but my handcuffs would not allow me to do so.

Margo delivered me to my chair and had me stand with my back to it so she could put me down in the seat when she was ready. "I'm going to take off your pants," she said as if it was the most normal thing in the world. She called over one of the guards to keep me steady then sat in front of me on her stool and unbuckled, then removed my pants and underwear. I looked down in disbelief as this beautiful woman sat in front of me with my cock only inches from her face.

I was not around women a lot before I met Mia. She is the only person with whom I have had sex, so knowing that Margo was about to touch me down there thrilled me to the core, even if it was part of my punishment.

Margo looked up from my crotch and met my eyes. "This is the hard part, Paul. The guard is going to unlock you and I need you to sit down and immediately put your arms on the arms of the chair. Will you do that for me?"

"Yes," I responded. At this point, I would have done anything that Margo said.

The guard unlocked the cuffs and I immediately wanted to do two things; rub my sore wrists and touch my throbbing penis. Neither happened. As soon as my arms were freed, the guard pushed me back into the chair. My hands landed on the arms and metal cuffs appeared from nowhere and locked them to the chair.

"This will be the position you will be in every week when we meet," said Margo. There is a strict rule that you are not allowed to touch your penis at any point during your sentence. There's good news though," she continued with a hint of a giggle, "I will be touching it for you."

My feet were planted in the stirrups and Margo adjusted her seat so that she was at crotch level. She rolled herself close and placed her hands on my thighs. I was fully erect.

"The first thing we are going to do is get some measurements. Then you'll have a short wait while I get your equipment set up. From there we will do a few tests and you will be good to go."

I was so enthralled by having her hands touching me that I barely heard her. I shook my head, agreeing to whatever she said.

Margo laughed quietly as she continued. "Well, I guess we start with your full erection measurements since you are already there!" she said a bit too loudly.

Her hands went up to my rock-hard member and I somehow managed to hold in my groans of pleasure. As I looked down at her I could see she was measuring both its length and girth. I sat there staring at her hoping that she was impressed. I guessed that she had seen many penises in her work and I wondered how I stacked up.

"Wonderful," she said as she looked up at me with her dark blue eyes. In my mind, I questioned whether she thought my cock was wonderful or that she did a good job with her measurements. I chose to believe the former.

I quietly screamed when my crotch felt the ice pack, which suddenly appeared on my crotch. I could feel my cock deflating and my balls rising tight into my body as they tried to escape the cold.

Within a minute she had the ice pack off me and quickly took my measurements before her touch performed its magic again.

Once the measurements were done I was left alone, locked into my chair naked from the waist down with my legs in the stirrups. I looked around the room and noticed a few more people had arrived. A young woman whom I guessed may have been a prostitute was yelling at her technician, and a guy just a little older than me was moaning as his technician massaged his cock. I wondered what my Tuesday afternoons were going to look like.

When Margo returned, she had a box with her. I didn't have to guess what was inside. She pulled out a metal tube that had a thick metal loop coming off one end. Margo explained to me that the tube would cover my penis and the loop would keep it secure by going around my ball sack. The internal lock would hold it all together.

"You must not," she explained, "ever put anything in the keyhole. If you do it will set off the alarm function. In addition to alerting us, it will give you a painful shock. Mrs. K. Told you about the shocks, right?"

I nodded indicating that she had. Margo then went on to explain to me how the unit would beep four times giving me fair warning if the shocking mechanism was engaged. It would go off, she reminded me, if I was five minutes late to a session, left the state without permission, or tampered with the lock.

"I guess it is time we tried this on to see how it fits," she said, having finished all her warnings. As soon as she reached down to lift my balls found myself hard as a rock again. She laughed at my situation and pulled the ice pack out again.

Once I was relaxed, she fitted the tube over my cock. I had a moment of panic when I heard the lock make a menacing click.

"Perfect," she said studying her work. I knew she was talking about how it fits and not my junk. "There's only one more thing to be done and you're not going to like it."

Margo unlocked my arms from the chair and my hands went right to my cock. Instead of my soft skin, I felt a rough heavy piece of metal. Looking down I saw the words 'Property of the State of New Jersey.'