Year 2020 (F/M) By OTKFME@comcast.net This story is set in the future, so it is a fictional story. All of the usual disclaimers apply. Year 2020 In the year 2020, society has drastically changed. Women are now in control of everything, and the men serve the women. It is a gentler society, but the men still need to be disciplined on a regular basis to keep them in their place. Although most of the women do spank their husbands, this new society set an unique system of correction to keep the men in line. For every 500 men living in a town or city, there was a "House of Correction". This is where the punishments were given to the men. After a man received 6 or 12 demerits, he needed to report to the "House of Correction" to receive his punishment. A demerit was received when a man was disrespectful to a woman, hit a woman, or if he showed off his male ego. Each man had an implanted chip that allowed any woman to identify the man by a special number. Once the woman had this number, she could add a demerit to his account using a small handheld device that also worked as a telephone. On the man's telephone, he had a constant read out of how many demerits he had. This is a story, from one man's point of view, of what happened once one man received his 12 demerits. #### I had just finished my day job when I looked at my portable phone and noticed that I was up to 12 demerits. So I called my wife to tell her that I would be late getting home from work because I had to stop at a "House of Correction", since I had 12 demerits. If I didn't call her and just showed up late, I would probably receive another demerit. This was a fairly new program that had just started about six months ago, so I wasn't sure what to expect. This was also the first time that I had received 12 demerits, since I was trying my best to respect all of the women around me. I went to a nearby "House of Correction", and walked up to the receptionist's desk. She pulled up my file on the computer, and then had me sign a piece of paper stating that I had acknowledged my demerits, and that I would submit to my punishment. I was also given a copy of the paper, for my own records, and it also listed why I had received each demerit. I was told to sit down and soon my punishment would begin. I was reading a magazine when a perky young woman came up to me and said, "Hi, my name is Cindy. You must be Clyde 17416, please follow me so that I can prepare you for your punishment". So I laid down the magazine and followed her down a hallway into a room called "Preparation Room #2". Inside the room were some lockers, paddles were hanging from the walls, and there was a rope which hang down from the center of the ceiling which had two wrist cuffs attached to it. "Clyde, I see by your records that this is the first time you have been to a "House of Correction". You are to speak only when spoken to, and be sure to follow any command given to you, otherwise your punishment will be more severe. I will explain things as we go along, but first, stand in the middle of the room and take off your shirt and undershirt." So I walked to the middle of the room and off went my shirt and undershirt, so I was bare chested. Then Cindy lowered the rope from the ceiling and secured my wrists into the cuffs. The rope was raised again, and now my arms were raised above my head. "This is the part I enjoy about my job", Cindy said. "I am going to strip you naked for your punishment. Please do not put up any resistance." First Cindy took off one shoe and sock, then the other shoe and sock, and then she was undoing my belt, unzipping my slacks, and pulling them off my body. All I had left on were my underpants. After she had neatly folded my slacks, she put her fingers into the waistband of my underpants, and soon they slid off my body. Now I was standing naked in front of this young woman, with my hands high above my head. Of course I had an erection, and I was sure that Cindy had noticed it. "Spread your legs as far as you can", was Cindy's next order. Once my legs were spread, she attached ankle cuffs and a spreader bar, so that my legs stayed spread apart. "This next step is how we identify you while you are our guest." She showed me a plastic ring that could be adjusted for size, and it had a small card on it that read Clyde 17416. "Be sure to stand still while I attach it to you." Then to my surprise, she grabbed my penis, and slid the plastic ring so that it went around the base of my penis. She had also grabbed my balls so that they too were inside this plastic ring. Then she went in back of me. "Does your wife spank you?" Cindy asked. "Yes she does", I replied, "Well, you bottom looks like it hasn't been spanked for a while, so let me add some color to it." Cindy said. I heard her walk across the room and grab some paddles, and then she started to spank me. At first the swats were gentle, and then they became harder and harder. After about 50 swats, she hung up the paddles and came around front of me again. She grabbed a hold of my erection and said, "That ends my preparation of you for your punishment. You will next receive at least 12 stokes of the cane, in another room by another person It has been nice working with you. Remember to obey our every command." Cindy left the room and in a few minutes a middle-aged woman came in. She immediately grabbed my penis and read the card that was attached to the base of my penis. "My name is Nancy", she said. "I will give you your 12 strokes of the cane. Once I let you down from here, follow me into the next room and don't say a word." So Nancy first undid my ankles, then the rope was lowered, and she unattached my wrists. We walked down the hallway to a door labeled "Punishment Room #3". Nancy opened the door for me and inside the room was a wooden bench with straps on it, and there were canes hanging from the walls. "Clyde, bend over the bench so that I can secure you to it", Nancy said. After I had leaned over the bench, she first secured my wrists. They were secured near the floor on the legs of the spanking bench. Then a strap was secured around my waist, so that I would be unable to rise up from my bent over position. Nancy now went behind me and said, "Spread your legs for me". Anklets were put on me and they were secured to the legs of the bench. Also, straps were attached to my thighs, right above the knee. Then I felt here hands on my bottom. "I see Cindy warmed up your bottom very nicely. Is this the first time at a "House of Correction"? "I was at another "House of Correction" for six demerits", I said. "Well, you will receive 12 strokes of the cane from me. I want you to count them out loud, and if you forget to count, that stroke will be delivered again. Do you understand?" "Yes I do", I said. "Good, then lets get this over with." There was a slight pause, and then I heard a whistle and it felt like a hundred bees had stung me in a straight line. I yelled out, "OUCH". "I didn't hear you count number one, so that stroke will be given again. I know it really hurts, but be sure and count." Nancy said. "Here comes number one again". I heard the whistle and the sting of the cane again, and said, "One". "That's good, Clyde. Here comes number two." Nancy said. I did very well in counting each stroke until I had my tenth stroke. My bottom felt like it was on fire and I asked Nancy, "Can't you stop at ten. I have learned my lesson." To my surprise, Nancy replied, "The rules are that you are only to speak when spoken to. For that infraction, another stroke will be added. Here comes three more strokes". So I had to endure the three more strokes of the cane. I was real good and counted in one. Nancy hung up the canes and then I felt here hands feeling the 14 welts on my poor bottom. "You will feel this punishment for at least a week or two. Cindy will come back here to give you your clothes and to unstrap you from the bench. I hope you can stay away from here for a while". I heard the door shut, and then there was silence. I felt the burning of my bottom and wondered when I would be allowed to get dressed and go home again. The door opened again and I felt hands on my bottom again. "I see you got 14 strokes of the cane. Nancy does a nice job; they are spaced so evenly. I will unstrap you from the bench, then I want you to face me with your hands at your sides". Once I was released from the bench, I really wanted to rub my sore bottom, but I stood and faced Cindy with my hands at my sides. "Spread your legs again, and I will take off your identification card". Cindy reached for my penis and soon released the plastic band from around my penis. "The cane must have been very painful for you, because you no longer have an erection." She next handed me my clothes and said, "That takes care of your punishment for today. You have been a very submissive male to work on. I hope that I will see you again, someday". After that punishment, I wasn't looking forward to going to the "House of Punishment" for another 12 demerits. But I knew there would be many more visits by me. I will have to concentrate on being a good boy and respecting women.