HAA, it looks like she’s getting impatient hubby. Remember, NO hands. You make her cum and you get a release this weekend. You don’t, and you’ll be one sorry husband.
Mouthing off to Emma nearly always means the cane!
Katy seems very pleased that the maids have brought you in naked and cuffed for your caning.
200 cane strokes later and the ladies laugh as you sob and beg for the punishment to be over. The Matron has informed you that she will begin with the prison strap after a 30 minute break—there seems to be a problem with your credit card company processing the 1000 Euro fine. It seemed like the longest 30 minutes of your life, as you could barely regain your composure from the caning. The humiliation of having the girls so full of glee was almost too much to bear.
After about 25 minutes the Magistrate came into the room along with the Matron to inform you that they were unable to collect the fine—which was a serious problem as the fine went directly to the victims. She mentioned she had called the contact info you had listed on your entry Visa—your step- sister and that your step-sister had refused to pay your fine. Your step- sister had apparently been unmoved by the Magistrate’s telling her that all males who had unpaid debts to female victims were sent to a special male correction center.
She went on to describe the center as a place where not only will you earn the money to pay your debt, but will also be reminded of the importance of always treating females with respect. Prisoners are keep naked at all times, and the all female staff is trained to punish any transgression. The ladies light up when she tells them that, in addition to daily punishments, every Sunday is “Visitors Day” in which they will be invited to watch the prisoners punished and will even be allowed to participate. She also mentions that your step-sister has asked for and been granted a standing invitation to attend and participate in Visitor’s Day whenever she likes. The girls hold hands and smile as the Magistrate sentences you to 6 months in the Correction Center—and that you would be transported there upon the administration of the remaining 200 stokes of the prison strap.
You been so preoccupied with what the Magistrate had been telling you that you had almost forgotten about the prison strap that the Matron had taken up position behind you with. The Magistrate then leaned down and whispered that your step-sister had promised to be here for your first “Visitor’s Day”. As the Magistrate left the room, you could have sworn you heard the Matron say, “your step-sister sends her regards” right before the thud of the strap exploded across your ass the first time. Your suffering is just beginning…
Your step-sister had helped book your trip to the latest enclave of debauchery in Eastern Europe. She claimed it was little known but that they had some special rules that would make the local ladies go crazy for young American men.
One night out and you had quickly discovered that it was illegal for males to be rude and females, and in fact that calling them certain names was punishable be a fine and corporal punishment—which the aggrieved parties would get to witness. You were immediately dragged before a special “Magistrate of the Matriarch” straight from the Club—where she fined you $1,000 Euros and sentenced you to 200 cane strokes to be followed by 200 strokes with a prison strap. Apparently the word “cunt” is especially frowned upon!
Stripped naked on the spot and taken to the punishment room, the ladies seemed very pleased as they watched you manacled over the punishment bench. Your head is fastened so that the ladies can see every expression as the Matron carries out the sentence.
Your sense of dread grows as she finishes your preparations and then strolls over to a cabinet and picks out a very ominous looking cane. She assumes her position behind you and you feel the cane lightly tap your ass as she measures her first stroke. Right then, it occurs to you—did your step sister know about this?
Your train of thought is immediately interrupted by the loud “wooosh” sound of the first cane stroke…