Well, there's a business opportunity...Hum, I was suddenly thinking that it was a pity that they dont admit lesbians'couples (they said that they were not for sexual divergency !) : this Center could be arousing for Judith and I ...
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The Decision - A Madiosi Story
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The institute is new and will probably extend the offer.Hum, I was suddenly thinking that it was a pity that they dont admit lesbians'couples (they said that they were not for sexual divergency !
Hondoboot2
QUAESTOR PULCHRITUDINIS
I may have to hurry, and get married. Then I can file for divorce, so I go to this institution
Also a good idea. But, divorced is also good life.I may have to hurry, and get married. Then I can file for divorce, so I go to this institution
Repertor
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Is Messa going to divorce?Hum, I was suddenly thinking that it was a pity that they dont admit lesbians'couples (they said that they were not for sexual divergency !
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Repertor is delighted when he sees what Madiosi does with them.
messaline
Crucified Amazon
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Like Loxuru was suspecting, "Others would fake a divorce to get sent in.No, it's only the whip'attraction ...
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07 In the sleeping cage
It was an unusual situation for all the couples, a remarkable experience to be locked together, so close together, lying together so inescapably. The only possible position was to be laying down. Even slim pairs had permanent skin or body contact. In the first hour of the night's sleep, the couples tried to find tolerable reclining positions. Couple Yellow were back to back at first. But the place was so cramped that one could not easily flex the knee. Mr Yellow thought, ‘The smart go with the flow', and turned around. He was still somewhat annoyed that his wife had brought them to this. On the other hand his fury abated as he noted to himself that his Marianne was actually the prettiest of all the women here. So he had plenty of time to enjoy his furtive glances. Gently, he slid his arm under her head. She took it without comment. She wasn't in the mood to say thank you. In principle, she was still willing to divorce and considered this whole business as a necessary evil to achieve this goal. He carefully put his other arm around her and the palm of his hand on her breast. First he tenderly stroked the nipple, then he cupped her breast with his whole hand. He enjoyed handling the delicate, smooth, soft, flesh. He began to massage the breast. Then he stopped and stroked gently along her side, towards her ass. He felt the weals and the bumps. These were those places where the biting bullwhip had taken his Marianne. The tissue was swollen there.
"Does it hurt much?" he asked, whispering. He got a sob by way of reply. He felt a tear roll down his upper arm.
"Don't cry baby. We’ll get through this," he tried to comfort her. Her pride forbade her to respond. But she pushed slightly to the rear, so that the contact was more intimate. She felt his member hardening against her butt. He briefly used his hand to push his cock upwards between her bottom and his belly. Both felt the pulsing and the increasing hardness. He put his arm back over them and touched her slender belly. Gently stroking, the hand paved the way down.
He noted that she kept quiet, and didn’t reject him. He found it exciting to stroke over the smooth areas in her lap. He was almost in the mood to kiss her down there and lick. But the narrowness of the cage made that impossible. His hand reached her clit and gently rubbed that sensitive part of her body. He heard her begin to breathe deeply and yet he was anxious to suppress moans. And then she turned her pelvis slightly to one side. This position allowed her legs to spread a bit. So she was massaging her sensitive organ of lust by hand. And his hand began stroking it. Again and again, with increasing speed, and increasing joy. She felt his breath on her neck which was no longer covered with her hair. For now it was covered with something else - with caresses and love bites. She forgot the bizarre situation in which they found themselves amidst the burgeoning lust. She reached back to his stiff cock and began to rub it, to massage.
She wanted to give him a blow job, but that was as impossible for her as it was impossible to him to give cunnilingus. This "withdrawal" only made them both more horny. Meanwhile, his hands energetically worked her breasts. He kneaded her gorgeous flesh firmly but not painfully. He covered the parts of her neck that he could reach with kisses. She enjoyed it more than ever. His smooth hairless body was more attractive to her.
She pulled slightly upwards on the cage, again turning her ass to the side, pushing it back against his belly. He noted that she offered her slit to his stiff cock. She actively helped him to find her moist mucous slit in the confines of the cage. Initially, with fixed pressure his dick slipped only a few millimetres inside. But with every thrust, her juices covered some more of his shaft and it could slide deeper inside. And then came the shock as his whole penis sank into her pussy. His thrusts, having begun slowly, started getting faster and faster. He clung to her breasts, and she supported her own pleasure by vigorous rubbing her clit. The cage, the room, the place where they were located, the bizarre situation in which they found themselves were forgotten. For minutes, only pleasure and lust counted. She rubbed her Pearl intensively, joining the sensation of him driving deep and hard into her. He took his hands down and pressed her belly down backwards, in an impossible quest to penetrate even deeper and more firmly into her. Seconds before he came, Marianne squirted forcefully. Frightened, he pulled his cock out of her and rubbed it a couple of times on her backside. Then he squirted out his cum. Exhausted, her heavy breathing slowed.
Gerd fingered her wet thighs and the puddle under them.
"You did, didn't you?", he asked incredulously.
"You're really a simple-minded fool!" she replied in a not malicious tone. "It was just like the first time, I came several times."
He swallowed. "Does that mean that I never brought you to orgasm before?"
"Yes, Gerd. Not really. ", she held his arms and pressed it in itself. Because she felt like he was disappointed and offended, wanting to withdraw. "Don't pull away, wait," she asked. "It was so beautiful!"
Concerned, thoughtful, Gerd was behind his wife. It took him a few minutes to process her 'confession'.
Then, exhausted, the two fell asleep in close embrace.
Those in the other sleeping cages also played together that night. With the exception of Mr and Mrs Black. She despised him due to his sissy sensitivity, and he blamed her for causing him this abuse. Contempt and hatred for each other grew within them both.
It was an unusual situation for all the couples, a remarkable experience to be locked together, so close together, lying together so inescapably. The only possible position was to be laying down. Even slim pairs had permanent skin or body contact. In the first hour of the night's sleep, the couples tried to find tolerable reclining positions. Couple Yellow were back to back at first. But the place was so cramped that one could not easily flex the knee. Mr Yellow thought, ‘The smart go with the flow', and turned around. He was still somewhat annoyed that his wife had brought them to this. On the other hand his fury abated as he noted to himself that his Marianne was actually the prettiest of all the women here. So he had plenty of time to enjoy his furtive glances. Gently, he slid his arm under her head. She took it without comment. She wasn't in the mood to say thank you. In principle, she was still willing to divorce and considered this whole business as a necessary evil to achieve this goal. He carefully put his other arm around her and the palm of his hand on her breast. First he tenderly stroked the nipple, then he cupped her breast with his whole hand. He enjoyed handling the delicate, smooth, soft, flesh. He began to massage the breast. Then he stopped and stroked gently along her side, towards her ass. He felt the weals and the bumps. These were those places where the biting bullwhip had taken his Marianne. The tissue was swollen there.
"Does it hurt much?" he asked, whispering. He got a sob by way of reply. He felt a tear roll down his upper arm.
"Don't cry baby. We’ll get through this," he tried to comfort her. Her pride forbade her to respond. But she pushed slightly to the rear, so that the contact was more intimate. She felt his member hardening against her butt. He briefly used his hand to push his cock upwards between her bottom and his belly. Both felt the pulsing and the increasing hardness. He put his arm back over them and touched her slender belly. Gently stroking, the hand paved the way down.
He noted that she kept quiet, and didn’t reject him. He found it exciting to stroke over the smooth areas in her lap. He was almost in the mood to kiss her down there and lick. But the narrowness of the cage made that impossible. His hand reached her clit and gently rubbed that sensitive part of her body. He heard her begin to breathe deeply and yet he was anxious to suppress moans. And then she turned her pelvis slightly to one side. This position allowed her legs to spread a bit. So she was massaging her sensitive organ of lust by hand. And his hand began stroking it. Again and again, with increasing speed, and increasing joy. She felt his breath on her neck which was no longer covered with her hair. For now it was covered with something else - with caresses and love bites. She forgot the bizarre situation in which they found themselves amidst the burgeoning lust. She reached back to his stiff cock and began to rub it, to massage.
She wanted to give him a blow job, but that was as impossible for her as it was impossible to him to give cunnilingus. This "withdrawal" only made them both more horny. Meanwhile, his hands energetically worked her breasts. He kneaded her gorgeous flesh firmly but not painfully. He covered the parts of her neck that he could reach with kisses. She enjoyed it more than ever. His smooth hairless body was more attractive to her.
She pulled slightly upwards on the cage, again turning her ass to the side, pushing it back against his belly. He noted that she offered her slit to his stiff cock. She actively helped him to find her moist mucous slit in the confines of the cage. Initially, with fixed pressure his dick slipped only a few millimetres inside. But with every thrust, her juices covered some more of his shaft and it could slide deeper inside. And then came the shock as his whole penis sank into her pussy. His thrusts, having begun slowly, started getting faster and faster. He clung to her breasts, and she supported her own pleasure by vigorous rubbing her clit. The cage, the room, the place where they were located, the bizarre situation in which they found themselves were forgotten. For minutes, only pleasure and lust counted. She rubbed her Pearl intensively, joining the sensation of him driving deep and hard into her. He took his hands down and pressed her belly down backwards, in an impossible quest to penetrate even deeper and more firmly into her. Seconds before he came, Marianne squirted forcefully. Frightened, he pulled his cock out of her and rubbed it a couple of times on her backside. Then he squirted out his cum. Exhausted, her heavy breathing slowed.
Gerd fingered her wet thighs and the puddle under them.
"You did, didn't you?", he asked incredulously.
"You're really a simple-minded fool!" she replied in a not malicious tone. "It was just like the first time, I came several times."
He swallowed. "Does that mean that I never brought you to orgasm before?"
"Yes, Gerd. Not really. ", she held his arms and pressed it in itself. Because she felt like he was disappointed and offended, wanting to withdraw. "Don't pull away, wait," she asked. "It was so beautiful!"
Concerned, thoughtful, Gerd was behind his wife. It took him a few minutes to process her 'confession'.
Then, exhausted, the two fell asleep in close embrace.
Those in the other sleeping cages also played together that night. With the exception of Mr and Mrs Black. She despised him due to his sissy sensitivity, and he blamed her for causing him this abuse. Contempt and hatred for each other grew within them both.
They should have in sex."They have too much room! They still can have sex! We should make these cages smaller!"
Good episode, Madiosi!
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
who does not agree!
Hondoboot2
QUAESTOR PULCHRITUDINIS
08 The first day
"Phew! It really stinks in here," remarked the Amazon, wrinkling her nose as she entered the room with the private areas. "There may be a few people who have scored!" She turned on the light and came to a hatch on the wall. She could hear the sounds from the sleeping cages as the couples awoke and they looked quite content, snoozing in the narrow cages. She opened the box in the wall. Within it, a fire hose was wound up. She brought it out, set the nozzle and turned it on. With just a hint of masochistic joy, she directed the forceful, medium hard water jet onto the cages.
The couples were immediately wide awake. Male cursing and female squeals filled the room. The gorillas had also appeared, and they opened the cages and the couples were allowed to emerge. The water jet did not only the awaken the couples but it also flushed out the occasional turd into the drains from the hall.
The couples were wet and shivering in their cages and did not know what they should do. The Amazon now shut off the water jet. She was feeling the cold herself, because she was totally drenched by the uncontrolled splashes. "Come on, off to the shower with you!" she ordered, laughing. The tension dissipated. The couples went to their cabins. Here they were not showered but with water. A warm air flow dried the wet people.
The Amazon came to the yellow couple. "May I?" she asked, formally. Mr and Mrs Yellow dared not object. The Amazon examined their bodies and noted with satisfaction that all traces of the caning had almost disappeared. Only slightly pink welts bore witness to it. "Good stuff, that ointment, isn’t it?" she asked, conversationally.
The yellow couple had not thought much about pain. Their thoughts revolved instead around the highly satisfying fuck of last night. Marianne was surprised by herself that she had complied without resistance to Gerd. Gerd was still busy coming to terms with Marianne's confession about his previous sexual failure.
"Hmm, Yes." was the only response from Marianne.
"Are you still mad at me? I could not do otherwise. Rules are rules."
"It's okay. We have weathered it, indeed."
"Beautiful! The good thing about this form of punishment, indeed, is that the case has therefore been closed. You can check off the incident. I would be glad if you would also see it that way.” Smiling conspiratorially the Amazon Tanja went out. One of the muscle men carried her belt in one hand, and from the other a white sports bra dangled, which the Amazon took. The bra cups were emblazoned with the numbers 24 and 12. “That’s only my personal number," she replied to the inquiring glances.
"So come on girls, put on a sports bra. Time for the morning exercise."
No emphasis had to be put on the requirement. Tense and sometimes even sullen, the couples followed Amazon 2412. Many had gone for years with no sport. That should change here.
The Amazon led the pairs to a Sports Hall. Another three groups arrived there; those who had begun their 'courses', in the weeks before. These had collars like those of our couples, but the fronts of the collars had different coloured stripes. Newcomers had no stripes and for each week in the facility, a stripe was added.
The floor of the Hall was designed with solid coloured foam mats. These were also marked with stripes or not. So the couples immediately could see which mats they should go to.
On the side was a stage, approximately 50 cm high. On this a gymnast positioned herself. On her white bra was emblazoned 08 15. Mr Green remembered his time at the Federal Government and could not contain himself. He burst out laughing.
"What's going on? What is this?” demanded the Amazon of Mr Green.
He swallowed, caught himself and said: "Sorry! It is only because of the gymnast’s number! Don’t you know the saying: 08/15? To the Federal Government, that generally means ‘inferior’. I think your gymnast deserves a more appropriate number."
The Amazon and 0815 acknowledged this statement with a smile. There was general happiness. Only Mrs Green looked a bit sour about it. It would have been better if her Old Man could have focused on her boobs.
"As I demonstrate the exercises, you imitate them," 0815 was heard to say. "You don’t have to fully synchronise your movements with mine. If you do, it would be great. But as I said, it's not up to synchronicity. It is just important that you move. Unauthorised breaks are punishable misconduct. Is that clear?"
"Yessss!" they chorused. Some of the gentlemen, indeed, had secretly planned to quietly refuse the morning exercise. However, recalling the punitive action from the previous evening, and the instructions just given, they were motivated to participate.
The new participants initially worried that the exercises would be boring.
At a signal from 0815, the music began. Latin rhythms resounded. No boring exercises, aerobics, Zumba, that's what was practiced here. The ladies were completely hooked. Breasts and love handles were swinging in continuous movement. Some men did find it silly, however, none of the unruly gents dared not to participate, because Amazon 2412 just concentrated on watching the couples. When she noticed that one or the other of the men were weakening in their zeal, she brought the person concerned back up to speed with a piercing, threatening glare, eyes glinting.
The men's dangly bits bobbed to the beat of the music, making a really comical sight. The ladies were struck by the differences between the different genitals. There were as many variations as those interested in studying them. Circumcised and uncircumcised, long, middle and short dicks, low, medium, and short bags, large and small testicles, red, pink and white glans, pale pink and brownish skin, tight and wrinkled sacks. Never they had seen this variety or had the leisure to study it.
Similar considerations by the men were made more difficult because of the sports bra, but not impossible, because the material moulded itself to the form beneath. Even the occasional nipple stood out. Only Mrs. Pink wore no sports bra. She had almost nothing to be contained. The areolas were only slightly raised, but her nipples were stiff and erect. Even these unassuming mini tits magically attracted the looks of some men. Because this flat-chested woman had something in herself that many found fascinating. She could move dreamily, inspiring and exciting inspiring the male imagination. When she danced, and this workout was like a dance, this normally nondescript character was transformed into a wild, desirable and alluring sex bomb.
After 30 minutes of the workout, the music fell silent.
"That's enough for now. Back to the showers!" ordered 0815.
The Groups separated and took themselves to their respective private areas.
After a short shower, our couples dried themselves again. The women hung their bras to dry. There was also the possibility of visiting the ‘facilities’. The participants, under pressure, suffered the shrinkage of shame. If you’ve already seen the swaying tits and cocks of the other, sitting on a toilet bowl is nothing? Man is a herd animal and a creature of habit. If everyone does it, and here all had to do it, it became an acceptable standard.
It was now 7:00. Time for breakfast.
"I will now lead you to the kitchen room. Follow me please!"
The couples followed without complaint because everyone was pretty hungry by now. The salad of the night before was now a distant memory.
Amazon 2412 led her group to a room of approximately the same size as the dormitory.
The difference was that in the colour coded areas there were no sleeping cages, but small kitchenettes. In front was a square table with two chairs.
"Here you will take your meals this week," the Amazon informed them . “Please get acquainted with the contents of the cupboards and drawers."
The ladies made a tour of discovery. Only Mr Blue was interested enough to participate in this research. The other men, probably chauvinists, were accustomed to being waited on.
Amazon 2412 registered this carefully.
"You have until 07:30 to prepare your breakfast and to consume it."
A cart was pushed along the aisle after a signal by the Amazon. It carried colour coded consumables for the different couples.
Gerd allowed himself to be waited on, as was his habit. But because he failed to help, the coffee was ready a little late so that he didn’t manage to consume the hot beverage.
Punctually at half-past seven a gong rang out.
"Finish your breakfasts! You have 10 minutes to clear up!" announced the leader.
The Blue couple managed to tidy their mini kitchen in the specified amount of time. All the other pairs failed, because the men did not help. They didn’t take it at all seriously and watched Mr Blue with amusement as he participated in the routines of clearing up. They considered him henpecked. An unworthy man. It took 30 minutes for Mrs Red to finish. She herself had had little experience of kitchen work.
"Back to your private areas in the Hall!" commanded Amazon and the group began moving. Some of the couples held hands, as she had advised them on the previous day. Marianne was annoyed about Gerd’s laziness. She did not offer her hand.
"Enter your cages!"
Once they were ensconced, Amazon continued. "Here in this display case the relevant weekly schedule will be posted. Inform yourselves as to what is happening. There are plenty of clocks on the walls, you should not lose track of time. In sport you compete independently and are accompanied by coaches and supervised. The ladies should always wear their sports bra. You can find out now."
The group clustered around and studied the weekly schedule.
Tuesday
06:00 wake up
06:10 o'clock morning exercise, then morning toilet
07:00 breakfast
08:15 endurance training
11:00 showers, washing, toilet
12:00 preparing lunch, lunch, cleaning up
13:00 free time
14:00 home economics course
16:00 round table,
17:00 preparation of dinner, dinner, cleaning up
18:00 Evening sport,
18:30 Daily punishments (if necessary), free time/relaxing, personal hygiene
20:00 night's sleep
The following days were similarly structured. The courses and roundtables varied in their topic, the sport classes by the type of activity. Endurance, speed, strength, dance, team games. There was something of everything.
Our couples were in any case continuously supervised and employed.
For lunch and dinner there was a repeat of the drama from breakfast, with regard to the inaction of the men.
The evening sport turned out to be similar to the morning exercise. A good mood was created by the music. Once again the ladies applied themselves with fiery zeal, due mainly to a well-equipped coloured gymnast who turned up. Even some of the men began to enjoy themselves. Mind you, they didn’t particularly appreciate the giant dark brown swaying todger with a ruddy tip. The gents rather hoped that 0815 would turn up again. There the ladies disagreed with them.
At 18:30, the sweaty group gathered in the dormitory room with the private areas. A pillory was placed in the aisle. What did that mean?
The Amazon noticed the quizzical looks. "We need that for today’s punishment." And today all participants are to be punished, except the Blue couple."
"But we did everything right, at all times! For what? ", Mr Red rebelled.
"For passivity in housework. The men did not participate in the kitchen service. You must learn to form teams. It is unfair to pass this activity only on the women. Due to your lack of interest and your laziness, the task was not done in the scheduled time."
"But I have made an effort to make it. It was just a few minutes over time. Why should I suffer because my husband is a lazy, lazy dog?" Mrs. Yellow objected.
"Well, first and foremost, because that is the rule. But perhaps the following reasoning is more important. You have failed as during your marriage in that you let you your husband go through his inertia and laziness. We will help you to change that. Let today's punishment be an incentive to positively affect your men.
Time is short, let's not draw today. We will work in order. Green, Black, Pink, Red, and finally Yellow. So, let’s go. Mrs Green, if you please?"
"How many lashes will there be?" Mrs. Green wanted to know.
"Uh, sorry, that I'd forgotten all about. There's no lashes in the pillory. The penalty is carried out with this paddle here. For every meal five beats on the bum. So, overall 15."
Timidly, Mrs. Green put her wrists and neck into the recesses provided for this purpose. The top bar folded down and was locked. The muscle men lashed her ankles with bondage ropes. The legs of the delinquent were spread wide and lashed on to the fastening points provided for this purpose. It was thus ensured that the delinquent could not at any point move their ass.
Her big tits were gorgeous hanging down and swinging slightly. The men licked their lips at this sight.
Then the punishment began and with each stroke, the tits swung violently. Mrs Green, screamed out loud with each stroke. Within a minute, she had received her punishment. Mr Green was already ready. Before his wife was freed out of the block, he was there to rub the deep red shimmering backside of his wife with the house speciality healing ointment.
Mr Green’s procedure was straightforward. It was done in a short time. With raw and tender buttocks, the Green couple were reunited in their cage.
"Mrs. Black, you’re on. Come here please."
"Nope", she sniped. "I'm not coming voluntarily. You’ll have to come and get me."
"My treasure, none of this shit. I had enough yesterday." pleaded Mr. Black. In vain, the little witch did not move from the spot.
At a wink from the Amazon, two of the muscle-men went to Mrs Black and grabbed her arms. Although she fought tooth and nail, like an animal, she had no chance against the gorillas.
“15 hits for defective kitchen service, 10 strokes for contradiction, 20 beats for active resistance. This makes a total of 45 blows with the paddle ", sighed the Amazon. "You won’t be sitting comfortably for some days."
The sentence had barely been announced before the little witch calmed down suddenly. She submitted herself to the pillory willingly, without needing to be told, and demanded: "Well, come on!".
In no time the block was closed, her legs spread and tied down.
The first blows landed on the bare buttocks. No cry came. Only the loud, deep concentrated breathing of the delinquent was heard. Apart, of course, from the loud clapping of the paddle. Finally, after the tenth blow, a sigh escaped from her.
Quite a few of the "students" held their breath as her rear became more and more discoloured a deep red.
Her screams grew louder but up to the fortieth blow were cries of lust rather than pain. The Amazon registered this feature again. But her last cries were genuine cries of pain. The delicate skin of the butt had not got through the treatment unscathed. The flesh was ruptured at various points. Through ruptured capillaries, blood droplets had penetrated to the surface. So when everything was then rubbed with the ointment, the droplets of blood mixed with the ointment. In the end her backside shone with the colour of the Pink Panther.
The Amazon just shook her head.
Mr Black wanted to run away, but he knew that would only make things worse. And what he had seen was bad enough. He could only endure the shock from the first to the last with loud screaming. Some of the women covered their ears and closed their eyes so as not to see or hear. They were shocked.
The procedure was then repeated from couple to couple, without needing to describe it here in further detail.
Finally, it was Mr Yellow's turn. His wife Marianne was very displeased with him. She glared at him after the punishment, while she was rubbing her reddened bottom. She was angry at him. But now it was his turn. She was really pleased about his punishment.
Mr Yellow was a tall man, with long legs, which could not be spread so tight because the mounting rings were only designed for people of normal size. So he had the opportunity to ease the impact of the blows by moving his knees. His scrotum and balls swung as he did so. With each stroke, a suppressed sigh escaped him: "Phew!"
It is unclear whether he moved or the Amazon lowered the last stroke, but anyway, the paddle didn’t hit his butt, but his testicles just as they swung back..
The hall resounded to his powerful, shouted "Aaaauhhhhaaaa!" The pain was worse than that of the rest of the strokes put together. The pain moved through his groin and deep into his abdomen. His legs failed him for a short time and he hung helpless, trembling, in the pillory.
The Amazon was thunderstruck. When she realised what had happened, she carefully tested the balls she’d struck so hard with her fingers.
“That was close,” she said, somewhat relieved, because she’s struck him pretty hard.
"NO, no, no. Let me have a look!" Mrs Yellow also examined the condition of her husband’s crown jewels.
Gerd was liberated from the block and was somewhat shaky on his legs.
Silently, with deep sadness in her voice, the Amazon asked "Are you able to perform a punishment?"
Frightened, Gerd replied: "What?! What do you mean? I endured it all without resistance! "
"You misunderstand me." Amazon corrected him. "I am responsible for your health and well-being. The chastisement should cause no permanent damage. But that could have happened just because I wasn’t sufficiently focussed on the enforcement. This is a serious offence for which I must be punished. Are you able to give me the required 20 strokes with the paddle?"
"I- I- I couldn’t hit a woman!" Gerd stammered, eyes downcast.
"Look at me." the Amazon demanded firmly.
He looked up and gazed into her sad, almost pleading eyes.
"Please punish me!"
"But..."
"Please, do me the honour. It must be so. It is a rule, a law. And you must beat me as hard as I did you. I could not sleep if I knew that you’d spared me. And please don’t worry that I’ll exact revenge upon you. I promise you, here in front of all the participants, I won't."
When she thought that she recognised wordless acquiescence in his eyes, she put her neck and hands into the pillory. Carefully, somewhat inexpertly, the yellow couple tied their group leader.
She received the blows of her punishment bravely and quietly, only with tears rolling down from her eyes
The couples observed this with utter amazement, perplexed. Mr Blue whispered to his wife: "I think that the crazy people here are being honest with us. Normal people wouldn't do that."
The Yellow couple rubbed ointment into the maltreated ass of the Amazon. Then she was liberated.
"Thank you! Get ready for the night.", she turned to the group. "Lights out in ten minutes! Get yourselves into your sleeping cages. My assistants will monitor that you have a good night!"
Impressed by what they had seen, and exhausted by the day, all couples were in their sleeping cages in time.
"Phew! It really stinks in here," remarked the Amazon, wrinkling her nose as she entered the room with the private areas. "There may be a few people who have scored!" She turned on the light and came to a hatch on the wall. She could hear the sounds from the sleeping cages as the couples awoke and they looked quite content, snoozing in the narrow cages. She opened the box in the wall. Within it, a fire hose was wound up. She brought it out, set the nozzle and turned it on. With just a hint of masochistic joy, she directed the forceful, medium hard water jet onto the cages.
The couples were immediately wide awake. Male cursing and female squeals filled the room. The gorillas had also appeared, and they opened the cages and the couples were allowed to emerge. The water jet did not only the awaken the couples but it also flushed out the occasional turd into the drains from the hall.
The couples were wet and shivering in their cages and did not know what they should do. The Amazon now shut off the water jet. She was feeling the cold herself, because she was totally drenched by the uncontrolled splashes. "Come on, off to the shower with you!" she ordered, laughing. The tension dissipated. The couples went to their cabins. Here they were not showered but with water. A warm air flow dried the wet people.
The Amazon came to the yellow couple. "May I?" she asked, formally. Mr and Mrs Yellow dared not object. The Amazon examined their bodies and noted with satisfaction that all traces of the caning had almost disappeared. Only slightly pink welts bore witness to it. "Good stuff, that ointment, isn’t it?" she asked, conversationally.
The yellow couple had not thought much about pain. Their thoughts revolved instead around the highly satisfying fuck of last night. Marianne was surprised by herself that she had complied without resistance to Gerd. Gerd was still busy coming to terms with Marianne's confession about his previous sexual failure.
"Hmm, Yes." was the only response from Marianne.
"Are you still mad at me? I could not do otherwise. Rules are rules."
"It's okay. We have weathered it, indeed."
"Beautiful! The good thing about this form of punishment, indeed, is that the case has therefore been closed. You can check off the incident. I would be glad if you would also see it that way.” Smiling conspiratorially the Amazon Tanja went out. One of the muscle men carried her belt in one hand, and from the other a white sports bra dangled, which the Amazon took. The bra cups were emblazoned with the numbers 24 and 12. “That’s only my personal number," she replied to the inquiring glances.
"So come on girls, put on a sports bra. Time for the morning exercise."
No emphasis had to be put on the requirement. Tense and sometimes even sullen, the couples followed Amazon 2412. Many had gone for years with no sport. That should change here.
The Amazon led the pairs to a Sports Hall. Another three groups arrived there; those who had begun their 'courses', in the weeks before. These had collars like those of our couples, but the fronts of the collars had different coloured stripes. Newcomers had no stripes and for each week in the facility, a stripe was added.
The floor of the Hall was designed with solid coloured foam mats. These were also marked with stripes or not. So the couples immediately could see which mats they should go to.
On the side was a stage, approximately 50 cm high. On this a gymnast positioned herself. On her white bra was emblazoned 08 15. Mr Green remembered his time at the Federal Government and could not contain himself. He burst out laughing.
"What's going on? What is this?” demanded the Amazon of Mr Green.
He swallowed, caught himself and said: "Sorry! It is only because of the gymnast’s number! Don’t you know the saying: 08/15? To the Federal Government, that generally means ‘inferior’. I think your gymnast deserves a more appropriate number."
The Amazon and 0815 acknowledged this statement with a smile. There was general happiness. Only Mrs Green looked a bit sour about it. It would have been better if her Old Man could have focused on her boobs.
"As I demonstrate the exercises, you imitate them," 0815 was heard to say. "You don’t have to fully synchronise your movements with mine. If you do, it would be great. But as I said, it's not up to synchronicity. It is just important that you move. Unauthorised breaks are punishable misconduct. Is that clear?"
"Yessss!" they chorused. Some of the gentlemen, indeed, had secretly planned to quietly refuse the morning exercise. However, recalling the punitive action from the previous evening, and the instructions just given, they were motivated to participate.
The new participants initially worried that the exercises would be boring.
At a signal from 0815, the music began. Latin rhythms resounded. No boring exercises, aerobics, Zumba, that's what was practiced here. The ladies were completely hooked. Breasts and love handles were swinging in continuous movement. Some men did find it silly, however, none of the unruly gents dared not to participate, because Amazon 2412 just concentrated on watching the couples. When she noticed that one or the other of the men were weakening in their zeal, she brought the person concerned back up to speed with a piercing, threatening glare, eyes glinting.
The men's dangly bits bobbed to the beat of the music, making a really comical sight. The ladies were struck by the differences between the different genitals. There were as many variations as those interested in studying them. Circumcised and uncircumcised, long, middle and short dicks, low, medium, and short bags, large and small testicles, red, pink and white glans, pale pink and brownish skin, tight and wrinkled sacks. Never they had seen this variety or had the leisure to study it.
Similar considerations by the men were made more difficult because of the sports bra, but not impossible, because the material moulded itself to the form beneath. Even the occasional nipple stood out. Only Mrs. Pink wore no sports bra. She had almost nothing to be contained. The areolas were only slightly raised, but her nipples were stiff and erect. Even these unassuming mini tits magically attracted the looks of some men. Because this flat-chested woman had something in herself that many found fascinating. She could move dreamily, inspiring and exciting inspiring the male imagination. When she danced, and this workout was like a dance, this normally nondescript character was transformed into a wild, desirable and alluring sex bomb.
After 30 minutes of the workout, the music fell silent.
"That's enough for now. Back to the showers!" ordered 0815.
The Groups separated and took themselves to their respective private areas.
After a short shower, our couples dried themselves again. The women hung their bras to dry. There was also the possibility of visiting the ‘facilities’. The participants, under pressure, suffered the shrinkage of shame. If you’ve already seen the swaying tits and cocks of the other, sitting on a toilet bowl is nothing? Man is a herd animal and a creature of habit. If everyone does it, and here all had to do it, it became an acceptable standard.
It was now 7:00. Time for breakfast.
"I will now lead you to the kitchen room. Follow me please!"
The couples followed without complaint because everyone was pretty hungry by now. The salad of the night before was now a distant memory.
Amazon 2412 led her group to a room of approximately the same size as the dormitory.
The difference was that in the colour coded areas there were no sleeping cages, but small kitchenettes. In front was a square table with two chairs.
"Here you will take your meals this week," the Amazon informed them . “Please get acquainted with the contents of the cupboards and drawers."
The ladies made a tour of discovery. Only Mr Blue was interested enough to participate in this research. The other men, probably chauvinists, were accustomed to being waited on.
Amazon 2412 registered this carefully.
"You have until 07:30 to prepare your breakfast and to consume it."
A cart was pushed along the aisle after a signal by the Amazon. It carried colour coded consumables for the different couples.
Gerd allowed himself to be waited on, as was his habit. But because he failed to help, the coffee was ready a little late so that he didn’t manage to consume the hot beverage.
Punctually at half-past seven a gong rang out.
"Finish your breakfasts! You have 10 minutes to clear up!" announced the leader.
The Blue couple managed to tidy their mini kitchen in the specified amount of time. All the other pairs failed, because the men did not help. They didn’t take it at all seriously and watched Mr Blue with amusement as he participated in the routines of clearing up. They considered him henpecked. An unworthy man. It took 30 minutes for Mrs Red to finish. She herself had had little experience of kitchen work.
"Back to your private areas in the Hall!" commanded Amazon and the group began moving. Some of the couples held hands, as she had advised them on the previous day. Marianne was annoyed about Gerd’s laziness. She did not offer her hand.
"Enter your cages!"
Once they were ensconced, Amazon continued. "Here in this display case the relevant weekly schedule will be posted. Inform yourselves as to what is happening. There are plenty of clocks on the walls, you should not lose track of time. In sport you compete independently and are accompanied by coaches and supervised. The ladies should always wear their sports bra. You can find out now."
The group clustered around and studied the weekly schedule.
Tuesday
06:00 wake up
06:10 o'clock morning exercise, then morning toilet
07:00 breakfast
08:15 endurance training
11:00 showers, washing, toilet
12:00 preparing lunch, lunch, cleaning up
13:00 free time
14:00 home economics course
16:00 round table,
17:00 preparation of dinner, dinner, cleaning up
18:00 Evening sport,
18:30 Daily punishments (if necessary), free time/relaxing, personal hygiene
20:00 night's sleep
The following days were similarly structured. The courses and roundtables varied in their topic, the sport classes by the type of activity. Endurance, speed, strength, dance, team games. There was something of everything.
Our couples were in any case continuously supervised and employed.
For lunch and dinner there was a repeat of the drama from breakfast, with regard to the inaction of the men.
The evening sport turned out to be similar to the morning exercise. A good mood was created by the music. Once again the ladies applied themselves with fiery zeal, due mainly to a well-equipped coloured gymnast who turned up. Even some of the men began to enjoy themselves. Mind you, they didn’t particularly appreciate the giant dark brown swaying todger with a ruddy tip. The gents rather hoped that 0815 would turn up again. There the ladies disagreed with them.
At 18:30, the sweaty group gathered in the dormitory room with the private areas. A pillory was placed in the aisle. What did that mean?
The Amazon noticed the quizzical looks. "We need that for today’s punishment." And today all participants are to be punished, except the Blue couple."
"But we did everything right, at all times! For what? ", Mr Red rebelled.
"For passivity in housework. The men did not participate in the kitchen service. You must learn to form teams. It is unfair to pass this activity only on the women. Due to your lack of interest and your laziness, the task was not done in the scheduled time."
"But I have made an effort to make it. It was just a few minutes over time. Why should I suffer because my husband is a lazy, lazy dog?" Mrs. Yellow objected.
"Well, first and foremost, because that is the rule. But perhaps the following reasoning is more important. You have failed as during your marriage in that you let you your husband go through his inertia and laziness. We will help you to change that. Let today's punishment be an incentive to positively affect your men.
Time is short, let's not draw today. We will work in order. Green, Black, Pink, Red, and finally Yellow. So, let’s go. Mrs Green, if you please?"
"How many lashes will there be?" Mrs. Green wanted to know.
"Uh, sorry, that I'd forgotten all about. There's no lashes in the pillory. The penalty is carried out with this paddle here. For every meal five beats on the bum. So, overall 15."
Timidly, Mrs. Green put her wrists and neck into the recesses provided for this purpose. The top bar folded down and was locked. The muscle men lashed her ankles with bondage ropes. The legs of the delinquent were spread wide and lashed on to the fastening points provided for this purpose. It was thus ensured that the delinquent could not at any point move their ass.
Her big tits were gorgeous hanging down and swinging slightly. The men licked their lips at this sight.
Then the punishment began and with each stroke, the tits swung violently. Mrs Green, screamed out loud with each stroke. Within a minute, she had received her punishment. Mr Green was already ready. Before his wife was freed out of the block, he was there to rub the deep red shimmering backside of his wife with the house speciality healing ointment.
Mr Green’s procedure was straightforward. It was done in a short time. With raw and tender buttocks, the Green couple were reunited in their cage.
"Mrs. Black, you’re on. Come here please."
"Nope", she sniped. "I'm not coming voluntarily. You’ll have to come and get me."
"My treasure, none of this shit. I had enough yesterday." pleaded Mr. Black. In vain, the little witch did not move from the spot.
At a wink from the Amazon, two of the muscle-men went to Mrs Black and grabbed her arms. Although she fought tooth and nail, like an animal, she had no chance against the gorillas.
“15 hits for defective kitchen service, 10 strokes for contradiction, 20 beats for active resistance. This makes a total of 45 blows with the paddle ", sighed the Amazon. "You won’t be sitting comfortably for some days."
The sentence had barely been announced before the little witch calmed down suddenly. She submitted herself to the pillory willingly, without needing to be told, and demanded: "Well, come on!".
In no time the block was closed, her legs spread and tied down.
The first blows landed on the bare buttocks. No cry came. Only the loud, deep concentrated breathing of the delinquent was heard. Apart, of course, from the loud clapping of the paddle. Finally, after the tenth blow, a sigh escaped from her.
Quite a few of the "students" held their breath as her rear became more and more discoloured a deep red.
Her screams grew louder but up to the fortieth blow were cries of lust rather than pain. The Amazon registered this feature again. But her last cries were genuine cries of pain. The delicate skin of the butt had not got through the treatment unscathed. The flesh was ruptured at various points. Through ruptured capillaries, blood droplets had penetrated to the surface. So when everything was then rubbed with the ointment, the droplets of blood mixed with the ointment. In the end her backside shone with the colour of the Pink Panther.
The Amazon just shook her head.
Mr Black wanted to run away, but he knew that would only make things worse. And what he had seen was bad enough. He could only endure the shock from the first to the last with loud screaming. Some of the women covered their ears and closed their eyes so as not to see or hear. They were shocked.
The procedure was then repeated from couple to couple, without needing to describe it here in further detail.
Finally, it was Mr Yellow's turn. His wife Marianne was very displeased with him. She glared at him after the punishment, while she was rubbing her reddened bottom. She was angry at him. But now it was his turn. She was really pleased about his punishment.
Mr Yellow was a tall man, with long legs, which could not be spread so tight because the mounting rings were only designed for people of normal size. So he had the opportunity to ease the impact of the blows by moving his knees. His scrotum and balls swung as he did so. With each stroke, a suppressed sigh escaped him: "Phew!"
It is unclear whether he moved or the Amazon lowered the last stroke, but anyway, the paddle didn’t hit his butt, but his testicles just as they swung back..
The hall resounded to his powerful, shouted "Aaaauhhhhaaaa!" The pain was worse than that of the rest of the strokes put together. The pain moved through his groin and deep into his abdomen. His legs failed him for a short time and he hung helpless, trembling, in the pillory.
The Amazon was thunderstruck. When she realised what had happened, she carefully tested the balls she’d struck so hard with her fingers.
“That was close,” she said, somewhat relieved, because she’s struck him pretty hard.
"NO, no, no. Let me have a look!" Mrs Yellow also examined the condition of her husband’s crown jewels.
Gerd was liberated from the block and was somewhat shaky on his legs.
Silently, with deep sadness in her voice, the Amazon asked "Are you able to perform a punishment?"
Frightened, Gerd replied: "What?! What do you mean? I endured it all without resistance! "
"You misunderstand me." Amazon corrected him. "I am responsible for your health and well-being. The chastisement should cause no permanent damage. But that could have happened just because I wasn’t sufficiently focussed on the enforcement. This is a serious offence for which I must be punished. Are you able to give me the required 20 strokes with the paddle?"
"I- I- I couldn’t hit a woman!" Gerd stammered, eyes downcast.
"Look at me." the Amazon demanded firmly.
He looked up and gazed into her sad, almost pleading eyes.
"Please punish me!"
"But..."
"Please, do me the honour. It must be so. It is a rule, a law. And you must beat me as hard as I did you. I could not sleep if I knew that you’d spared me. And please don’t worry that I’ll exact revenge upon you. I promise you, here in front of all the participants, I won't."
When she thought that she recognised wordless acquiescence in his eyes, she put her neck and hands into the pillory. Carefully, somewhat inexpertly, the yellow couple tied their group leader.
She received the blows of her punishment bravely and quietly, only with tears rolling down from her eyes
The couples observed this with utter amazement, perplexed. Mr Blue whispered to his wife: "I think that the crazy people here are being honest with us. Normal people wouldn't do that."
The Yellow couple rubbed ointment into the maltreated ass of the Amazon. Then she was liberated.
"Thank you! Get ready for the night.", she turned to the group. "Lights out in ten minutes! Get yourselves into your sleeping cages. My assistants will monitor that you have a good night!"
Impressed by what they had seen, and exhausted by the day, all couples were in their sleeping cages in time.