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A Welcome for Wilson by Candy Angel - Edited by Simonne Danielle
The time, the near future; the place, a male prison run by the new
Gynarchic Government.
In a holding cell, a new prisoner, Wilson - #36956, awaits his welcome.
He knows what this means. He has known since the that day when he was
sentenced to 24 months by Judge Mary Mills for showing disrespect
towards a female, one Miss Holly Taylor. Not a good idea, getting a
little tipsy and telling the young girl she had nice legs and a sexy
ass. In fact it was a very bad idea. What he knows is this; very soon
now, he will be strapped down, naked on a bench, and a female prison
official will whip or strap or cane his bare backside until she feels
like stopping. There is no limit as to how hard or long his punishment
can be. He consoles himself with the knowledge that no one has died from
this form of punishment - yet. What he doesn't know is that many men had
wished that they had died before the end of their punishment - on the
very bench to which he is about to be strapped.
In an office not far away from Wilson's cell two women are waiting for a
third to arrive. The older one is Wing Governor, Kay O'Hara. She is 29
years old and is as magnificent as she is gorgeous. The younger woman,
Emily Woods, is a very pretty 22 years old with the face of an angel but
with a heart like a steel trap. Kay and Emily are lesbian lovers and
both know that a man's place is under a woman's heel. Kay gives Emily a
smile.
"Try to keep this one from fainting too quickly this time, Em, and see
if you can get him to break the decibel record. Let's hear this one
really howl. Tell you what; if they hear him in the infirmary, you can
go on top tonight."
Emily gave the idea some thought before answering, "How many times on
top?"
"As many times as you can manage darling."
They both gave a hearty laugh at that. They were still chuckling when
the door opened and a guard led a young girl in, announcing her name in
a confident female voice.
"Miss Holly Taylor, Ma'am."
Both Kay and Emily gave Holly a warm smile. Kay invites Holly to sit.
She seems a little nervous. The women, sensing her apprehension, sit
either side of her. Kay takes her hand and gives it a reassuring pat.
"Don't worry, Holly, he is about to learn about the power of women and
you will be a witness to that power. Now let's go; must not keep our
guest waiting."
All three women laughed at Kay's joke before moving off. Meanwhile
Wilson had been led by two female guards to the Punishment Room. When
the trio of women entered he had already been stripped naked and tied
down over the Punishment Bench. The two front legs of the bench were
several inches lower than the two in back. This had the effect of
raising his backside to a convenient height for punishment. The room
itself was bare, save for the bench in the centre, four or five chairs
for witnesses or spectators, and a table. Displayed on the table was an
array of wicked looking straps and canes. Kay escorts Holly to a chair
and after making sure she is comfortable and has a good view turns to
Wilson.
"Well Wilson I am sure you recognise Miss Holly. She is here to witness
how we deal with males who fail to show proper respect to Females. My
name is Governor Kay O'Hara. The woman now selecting a strap is Strap-
Mistress Emily Woods. Together we will, over the next twenty-four
months, re-educate you to show all women the correct level of respect.
Strap-Mistress Woods will now show you how.
With a nod from Kay, Emily took her place facing Wilson. Emily, having
chosen a thick two foot long strap, placed herself just behind and
slightly to the right of Wilson. She raised her right arm high and with
some force brought it down in a long arc full on Wilson's naked
buttocks. A loud crack echoed around the room. Wilson gritted his teeth
and except for a small grunt made no sound. Emily had a small smile on
her face. She loved it when men attempted to keep their dignity by
remaining silent. It made that point, where their dignity was shattered,
so much sweeter. A second and third blow fell in quick succession. The
second drew a gasp; the third an ear piercing scream from Wilson's lips.
The scream motivated Emily to increase both the pace and the force of
the strapping. As Wilson increased the level of his shrieking, Emily
felt that tell-tale dampness spread in the crotch of her panties.
Meanwhile Wilson had entered his own personal hell. The red-hot pain in
his buttocks continued to grow with each stroke of the strap. His
resolve to keep his self-respect had dissolved like an ice cube in front
of a fire. The same fire that now burnt in his backside. He pleaded and
he begged for mercy. The words often cut short as a new thwack of the
strap tore an even louder scream >from his throat. Indeed his vocal
chords were nearly as raw as his bottom. Just when he thought that death
would be a happy release from this torment a welcome blackness enveloped
him. He had passed out!
When Wilson's screams stopped, Emily ceased her own efforts. She had
delivered well over one hundred strokes of the strap to her victim's
naked buttocks. As she took a few sips of water she surveyed her
handiwork. The man's bum cheeks resembled two ripe tomatoes set in
cotton wool. She made a mental note to consider ear plugs for the next
time, as her ears were ringing from Wilson's bawling. Kay, in the
meantime, had produced a bottle of smelling salts and was waving it
under Wilson's nose.
The strong aroma of the smelling salts dragged Wilson back from the
black well of oblivion where, for a short time, he had escaped the all-
encompassing sting of the strap. He whimpered as the real world imposed
a fresh wave of pain on his tortured rump. As his vision cleared he saw
Kay standing in front of him as she screwed the cap back on the bottle
of smelling salts.
"Ah Wilson, so glad you decided to rejoin us."
Kay's voice was taunting him as her words dripped with sarcasm.
"We wouldn't want you to leave when we were having so much fun, did we,
Miss Holly?"
The young girl shook her head, "No, Miss Kay."
"Now let's see. What's next? Oh yes, I think Strap-Mistress Woods now
has the cane in her hand."
Wilson could not see Emily but he heard the swish as the dragon cane cut
the air as Emily tried several practise strokes. The panic that overtook
Wilson was devastating. He knew that a caning on his very tender and
sore hindquarters would be much more painful than the strapping. He
began to pull on his bonds, the terror and dread of the cane driving all
reason from him. The bonds were, of course, far too sturdy for any hope
of escape. He now commenced to plead again. Tears and blubbering
accompanied his appeal for mercy.
"Please, please Miss Kay, don't cane me. I am so sorry. I won't do it
again, I promise." Oh God, help me please!"
After his hysterical pleading Kay paused for a moment, as if she was
considering Wilson's plea for mercy. She wanted this sniveling male to
think there might be some hope of clemency. In fact, of course, there
would be not an iota. Wilson was sobbing like a baby and Kay's silence
gave him some optimism for a reprieve but her next words crushed that
optimism totally.
"You are sorry, you say, but not as sorry as you're going to be! You
promise to never do it again. I promise you that once you feel that cane
on your buttocks, showing disrespect to a female will be the last thing
you will ever do again. As to God helping you, I am afraid she is not
listening to you. But?"
Kay let the word hang in the air. She was playing with her prey like a
cat tormenting a mouse before the kill. This was Kay's area of
expertise. Emily was the specialist at imparting physical pain but Kay
was supreme at delivering mental anguish.
She continued, "If Miss Holly is satisfied that you have repaid your
debt to her and to all women. We will release you." With a great effort,
Wilson turned his head to try to plead with the teenage girl. He was not
prepared for the picture he set eyes upon.
At the start of Wilson's punishment Holly had been anxious. In spite of
the efforts of Kay and Emily to put her at ease, she had not been
looking forward to being in the man's presence again. But all her
girlfriends had urged her to witness his punishment and, despite her
misgivings, she had reluctantly agreed.
That night, when a drunken man had accosted her and made lewd remarks
about her body, was still fresh in her mind. It had been an extremely
upsetting experience. She had been taught at her women's study group how
men had, in the past, used their greater physical strength to oppress
women. The nightmare of her rape was still fresh in her mind.
That had been then, this was now. From the moment the sting of Emily's
strap had made the man howl in pain all her fears had vanished like
smoke in a strong wind. What's more, the fears had been replaced by a
new emotion, desire; the desire for more pain to be inflicted on the
man. She loved the way that Emily made him beg and plead. Any
apprehension she had once had of men had vanished with each stroke of
the strap. She felt liberated. So liberated, in fact, that she had an
urgent need to satisfy the excitement she felt in her panties. Of
course, she had no idea that both Kay and Emily felt that same
excitement. They were saving the stimulus for later and a night of
uninhibited sex. Holly had not wanted to wait and she hadn't. Her hand
had found its way to her panties and was now inside satisfying her
sexual needs.
Kay was seated next to her. Kay's arm around Holly's waist was a
physical demonstration that she was totally supportive of her conduct.
This was the scene that greeted Wilson's eyes.
Kay whispered something in Holly's ear before asking, "Holly darling,
are you satisfied that Wilson has been punished enough or shall we
resume with the cane?"
With her voice interspersed with soft moans of sexual satisfaction she
responded with just three words, "Cane the bastard!"
Emily did not wait a second before laying the first cut of the fearsome
dragon cane on Wilson's oh-so tender buttocks. The scream that followed
was even more ear-splitting than before, and the interval between each
cut was filled with a crying-like howl. Emily was now in her element.
The way she loved the cane was almost sensual. There was a physical
connection between her arm, the bamboo, and her victim's rear that was
almost mystical. She was simply the best. She knew, unlike so many
others, just how much pain to inflict. Too much was just wasted effort.
And too little was a wasted opportunity. She would take Wilson to the
brink but never tip him over; which was why she never gave the sufferers
a set amount of cuts. Emily, and only Emily, knew when their despair was
at an end. Now, after a couple of dozen cuts or thereabouts, Wilson was
nearing the end of his pilgrimage into pain. His vocal cords were about
shot. The last cut brought no more than a hiss from his throat. His eyes
were starting to roll and he no longer pulled at his bonds in a hopeless
effort to escape. Emily ceased her efforts and replaced the cane on the
table. At almost the same instant Holly had an earth shattering climax.
A silent anticlimax settled on the room, but a sexual energy which
needed no words buzzed between the three women. The tension was broken
as the prison doctor entered the room. After a quick check she gave
Wilson a shot of a mild pain killer mixed in with a powerful stimulant.
He was released from his bonds and made to stand. His vocal cords had
recovered enough for him to utter a horse groan.
Even now, Wilson's torment was not at an end. The doctor, with a
theatrical flourish, grabbed Wilson's penis and slipped a chastity cage
over it and snapped the lock shut. The key was handed to Holly. Kay
looking straight at Wilson said,
"If he is a good boy, Holly, he can request that you release him in five
years. Wilson was, not for the first time that day, humiliated at the
hands of a group of women. He hoped for the last time. Of course he
hoped in vain.
That night Kay and Emily enjoyed a glass of chilled Champagne in Kay's
bedroom. As they made love, a DVD of Wilson's punishment was playing on
a large wide screen TV. It was a close call as who was making the most
noise, Wilson or Kay and Emily, as they had orgasm after orgasm.
Epilogue:
Six months later Holly Taylor is back at the prison for a cocktail
party. She had been invited by Kay and Emily. It was a reunion of all
the girls who had witnessed a punishment. Holly, along with her stunning
new girlfriend, was chatting with the two lesbian lovers when a voice
behind her said, "Glass of Champagne, Miss?"
She turned and was surprised to see a cute blond girl dressed as a
French Maid. She was perched on six-inch high heels and her very short
black satin dress was resting on a multi-layered lace petticoat. In
fact, the dress was so short that her stockings, suspenders, plus her
panties, were in clear view. Holly was very surprised to see a girl
dressed in such a demeaning manner these days. Kay resolved her
confusion.
"It's so nice when old friends meet, isn't it Holly? And I see you are
still wearing the key around your neck."
The mention of the key was enough to make the penny drop for Holly.
"Wilson, is that you?"
Holly's hand went to her mouth to stifle a laugh.
"Yes Miss Holly."
Wilson gave a very sweet curtsy which made all the women howl with
laughter. Emily took Wilson's arm and pulled him towards her. Flipping
up his skirt she pulled his panties down until they were round his
knees. The chastity cage and the lock were still firmly in place.
"Never mind, Wilson, only four and a half years to go."
As Wilson stumbled away, desperately trying to pull his panties up, the
shrieks of laughter were ringing in his ears and the tears of frustrated
humiliation were running down his cheeks.
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