Punishment Clause

Literotic asexstories – Punishment Clause by SubSimon19,SubSimon19
Ms. Palmer, the facility secretary, laughed at the pathetic story. It amused her to think of how disproportionate, yet richly deserved, this new inmate’s punishment would be. He had truly brought this upon himself.

“So, inmate 534, you think that because your debt was only $8.50 your level of punishment should be only a very light penalty?” she narrowed her eyes and shook her head incredulously. “it’s not the amount of debt that determines your civil confinement, but your motivation, attitude and breaching of the contract which you *voluntarily!* agreed to, including the punishment clauses. Nod, to acknowledge that this was indeed voluntary.”

Inmate 534 nodded, unable to speak, being gagged, an obvious erection appearing underneath the prison overalls as the words came from the prison secretary’s red lips.

“From your… enthusiasm… despite the serious consequences you now face, your attitude clearly requires some serious adjustment! From these notes I can clearly see that you have failed to take your contractual obligations seriously… being ‘turned on’ and signing because of your BDSM fantasies does NOT make it any less a valid contract.” Ms Palmer continued reading through the notes, and this pitiful attempt at avoiding the full range of civil penalties.

“the purpose of this facility is to ensure that those, like yourself… who cannot be responsible citizens, learn the importance of compliance with agreements.” She paused, her cold gaze chilling his heart, “To the contrary of your pathetic statement, being ‘turned on’ makes your infraction far more severe. Nod, or shake your head if you don’t agree.”

Inmate 534 nodded, still inappropriately aroused, despite the feeling of terror that now began to creep over him.

“We are professionals, here for your correction, not your unworthy titillation, and in my role as prison secretary, I select the most appropriate regime to ensure that you never ignore your civil obligations once released.”

She read the initial contract Punishment Clause 7: “Further punishment may be applied during a period of civil confinement in accordance with the professional judgement of an officer of the confining authority which the debtor may not appeal, having recourse only to the professional standards board of the civil punishment association”

Inmate 534 was still aroused. There was simply no other option for her, as a civil punishment professional. Sometimes chastity as an inducement could persuade men like this to take agreements more seriously, channeling their desire into submission and compliance. This might be possible, later. inmate 534 would, however have a more difficult path.

“As your genitals and their arousal seem to be the cause of your problem, but are not important enough for a magistrate to consider, I decide what will happen to them during your time in prison. In your case, this will be enforced chastity within a no-pleasure belt for a minimum of six months.” The eyes of inmate 534 widened, yet he was still aroused.

The facility secretary enjoyed the power she wielded to decide in a single moment the sexual future of each and every inmate. “You will now be fitted, and that will be your last erection for a very long time!” She pressed the call button, and two of the guards came.

“This inmate has been erecting without authorization even while being punished, so will be under level 7 restrictions at all times.”

Officers Brady and Columba, dressed sharply in their uniforms, with their hair tied up, seemed almost to physically embody the austere harshness of the punishment that awaited. Coldly, they took Inmate 534 to the fitting room.

“Inmate 534, you accept that you agreed to a contract with civil confinement as a punishment for breaching the contract, a contract you then breached, nod to agree” Officer Brady said, calmly. Inmate 534 nodded, still hard. “You will forget about that”, she said, pushing her baton onto his cock “and you will suffer until we judge you ready to return to society.”

Officer Columba leaned over into the supply drawer, pulling out a non-descript brown box, which she placed onto the cold metal bench. “Inmate 534, come here!” she said, watching with a look of impatience as his shackles rattled, until finally he was there. As he was hand-cuffed, she pulled down his trousers, exposing his twitching cock. She pulled out a scanning device and pointed it at his groin “This will measure your dimensions, so the np Belt can be calibrated.” He cried out in pain as Officer Brady, meanwhile, twisted his balls and struck his penis with the baton “This needs to be soft…”. After a minute of scanning, Officer Columba returned the scanner, and took a contraption out of the box.

“This is the no-pleasure belt.” she said. “It is designed to deny you any access to your genitals, and prevent any kind of pleasure. You are here to be punished, which under level 7 restrictions involves absolute denial. Internal sensors will detect any erections and immediately will flood the cavity surrounding the genitals with a cold, sludgy fluid, which will be the only thing your genitals contact during your sentence.” She said, as she closed the DP belt around inmate 534’s waist. “You will only receive bland, cold food to eat, and be subjected to a special work regime. Nod, if you understand, and to confirm you have agreed to this.” Inmate 534 nodded, underneath the weight of dread and the sense of an expanding future of suffering

Officer Columba smiled, a beaming smile with a glint in her eyes. She loved these moments, knowing this inmate would now face the fullest of consequences under her control, while she could enjoy all of life’s pleasures as she wished. Inmate 534 noticing the smile, still found himself getting turned on but, for the first time this led to consequences as it was ruined, the belt filling, and his cock shrinking in response, a sinking feeling in his heart. This was real punishment. Now he truly regretted not having taken the contract seriously. No more would he let his urges make him agree to something like this, he told himself.

“You will learn that we are your absolute superiors, even, or especially, when your body is entirely sexless and only brings you suffering.” Officer Brady stated. “Although as professionals we aim to correct and reform, in some cases we have had to extend sentences, and there are 3 cases where repeated non-compliance has resulted in life terms. I hope that this will not be required for you, for a debt of $8.50, but it is one potential outcome.”

The outside of the no-pleasure Belt resembled the finish of industrial equipment, and was ugly and disproportionate in appearance. Officer Brady banged on it with her baton over his groin, but he felt nothing. “It will auto-clean, and wastes are drained into the storage bladder which Officer Columba is now installing, so there will no removal, no sensation except aversive stimulus to ensure that you are effectively punished.”

Officer Columba laughed and her voice sent chills down his spine “You will have at least six months of a living hell. I, and all the civil punishment officers, love our jobs and the creativity with which you will individually receive the fate you deserve. Before we put you to work you will spend two days isolated to learn the power we have… to take everything from you” She pressed a button and the gag retracted.

“So!” she said. “I expect that you will be co-operative… please verbally acknowledge that this is within the terms of what you agreed to.”

“Red! Red!” inmate 534 said, as the terror of what lay ahead was so much that he had to safeword.

“Cute…” Officer Columba said raising her eyebrows… “That wasnt an attempt to safeword, was it? That would be silly. This isn’t some kind of BDSM game, you are facing the legal consequences of your actions.”

“No,” Officer Brady said, dismissively “Nobody would be that stupid……would they” Her eyes fixated on inmate 534 sent a chill down his spine… “I think he was saying ‘read! read!’ as in he has read these terms, and agreed to them.”

Both of them laughed…

“That’s good!” Officer Columba said. “Now that’s sorted, let’s take him to the isolation cage. Follow us, 534.”

Broken, feeling a cold, sludgy sensation encompassing his genitals, he complied. He was surprised to find himself returning the way he’d come. Could it be… the door opened and they were back in the secretary’s office. This must have been a mindfuck all along he thought…. Ms Palmer smiled, a devious smile..