Summary: Kyra, discipline administrator at a reform school, takes drastic measures to get through to a repeat offender. Keywords: F/M, spank, femdom, strapon Author: Rick_oh Title: Pump And Punish Story: Pump and Punish The weekends, including Fridays, were the busiest days for Kyra, the headmistress and primary discipline administrator at the reform school. It was 8 in the morning on Friday. As she brought up the roster of discipline for that day, four residents' files appeared on the screen. Kyra sighed. "Damn good thing I have Monday through Wednesday off," she said aloud, although there was no one else in the office. She assigned the appointment times for the four miscreants after seeing what their offenses were. She scheduled resident 377 for 10:00 AM. This was his first discipline appointment, for loud talking after lights out. "He'll make some loud noises when I'm strapping him," Kyra mused to herself. Resident 410 got the 11:00 slot. "We'll see if he can sit down at lunch after I'm done with him," thought Kyra. She noted that #410 had been repeatedly disrespectful to the other administrators. When she clicked on resident #290's file her eyes opened wide. "Whoah!" she exclaimed. "This one's gonna need some special treatment to get through to him." Several lines came up for #290's offenses: Talking after lights out; Bullying other residents; Food fight; Disrespect to females. She checked on why #290 was at the reform school: Intercourse in a public place - third offense. Kyra flagged #290's record as needing medical services, and entered in the instructions "Colonic irrigation at 11:00 AM - Extensive and Complete". She then entered the disciplinary appointment time for 2:00 PM, and sent a bulletin for an all-staff meeting: "It is necessary for all the staff to attend a meeting this afternoon at 2:15 PM in the punishment room of the disciplinary quarters. The duration of the meeting is expected to be approximately 30 to 45 minutes." A series of quiet beeps at 9:55 AM reminded her that it was time for the first appointment of the day. Kyra locked her office door and proceeded to the punishment room, where she unlocked a cabinet and retrieved a leather tawse. She then stood in front of the punishment bench, her feet apart, her hands in front of her, one hand holding the tawse. This was for effect; when the resident is led into the room, and while being secured to the punishment bench, he sees Kyra standing there with a dispassionate expression on her face, holding the instrument of punishment. Exactly on time, #377 was led in by two staffers. He got a feeling of impending dread when he caught sight of Kyra with the strap. "Does he need to be undressed and bound?" one of the staff asked. "No. I will need both of you to hold him down, though," answered Kyra. "Just bend him over the punishment bench and hold him still." They forced the now-frightened young man into a bent-over position. Kyra now spoke to him. "I want you to bare your bottom now," she instructed. "Remember that if you don't comply, I will give you extra." His trembling hands reached back and he slowly pulled his trousers down past his nether cheeks. He felt all the more vulnerable with the sensation of the cool ambient air on his newly exposed buttocks. Kyra stated "We will begin now," and walked around to the left side of the male. She extended her arm and touched the strap to the male's bared bottom, gauging her position. A slight adjustment in her position, and she was ready. She drew her arm back, and energetically swiped the tawse across both nether cheeks of the male, ending the swing with a follow-through similar to that of a tennis player. He reacted with a jolt, as if startled. A few seconds later Kyra placed another forceful stroke of the tawse. "Uhhhhhh!" exclaimed #377. Another swipe. "Owwwwww!" He reacted more vocally with each successive swat, writhing and struggling against the firm hands of the two females holding him down. After fourteen swats, Kyra paused and asked him, "No more noise after lights out?" "No more! I won't do it again!" Kyra resumed the strapping to the tune of the male's loud shouts, enthusiastically giving him ten more swats to bring the total to twenty four, and replaced the tawse in the cabinet. She was busy with phone calls and other administrative duties when her PC beeped and her screen showed that it was time for the next appointment. A slight smile brightened her face and she sent to the punishment room and retrieved the paddle and the rattan cane. Exactly on time, #410 was escorted in. "Loosen his trousers, bind him so he can't move, and bare his bottom," Kyra instructed the escorts. She stood watching with her hands on her hips while the two escorts did her bidding. She picked up the oak paddle and prepared to commence his discipline. "You know why you're here," she addressed the resident. "You can expect more of this every time that you repeat the offense." The paddle whacked against the bared buttocks of the male. Scarcely a few seconds later, another loud 'CRACK!' reverberated through the room. And again... CRACK! "Owwww!" CRACK! "OW! NO!" CRACK! "Aaaaaugh!" Kyra paused for about a minute, and continued. Both the sound the paddle made at contact, plus the male's strident reaction, filled the room each time Kyra swung the paddle. After twenty swats, Kyra put the paddle down and picked up the straight rattan cane. Whisking it swiftly through the air, she spoke to the bound miscreant, "That was your main course, number 410. Now it's time for dessert, with the frosting on the cake." Kyra, with the well-placed and enthusiastic swats of the paddle, had taken him past the point where he thought that he couldn't take any more punishment. Every paddle stroke felt blazing hot. Now, when the realization sank in that he had no choice but to take still more, he was truly afraid. "Please, no more! Please! I can't take any more!" "Oh?" asked Kyra. "It doesn't look to me like you have any choice. Let's get on with it now - it's getting close to lunchtime, and I know all this is giving you a big appetite." Kyra expertly striated the miscreant's well-paddled bare bottom with twenty brisk, fast-paced whisks of the thin whippy cane. The room was amply filled with the strident shouts of the male receiving the punishment. Satisfied that she had gotten his attention, she put the paddle and the cane away and went back to her office. Over a light lunch, Kyra took care of her ever-increasing paperwork, made some phone calls, and browsed the web. At precisely 1:55 PM, her alarm signaled that it was time for the next punishment session of the day. She smiled to herself as she got up to let herself in to the punishment room. She unlocked the cabinet and retrieved the oak paddle and the leather tawse. At precisely 2:00, the door opened and #290 came in, escorted by two security staffers. "I want him totally undressed for this session," she instructed. "Please bind his hands and waist." "Yes ma'am," they replied in unison, also being aware of the all-staff meeting that had been called for fifteen minutes hence. "He had his colonic, didn't he?" asked Kyra. "I personally saw to it that he did," replied Michelle. "It was very deep and thorough," she continued with a smile. Everyone waited silently after #290 had been stripped naked and bound to the punishment bench. He knew that something was different because he usually got his discipline immediately after being secured. For ten long minutes he waited and wondered, until he heard the door open and a crowd of people come in. All the staff was present - the security staff, the nurses, the kitchen workers, the maintenance staff, the landscapers, the clerical staff, and Kyra's assistants - all in all, more than thirty women. "We can begin the meeting now," Kyra announced. "It seems that previous punishment sessions have not made enough of an impression on this one. So I wanted everyone to see him being punished today, Also, I have a special treat for him. But first, I'd like each of you to give him five swats with the paddle. He has been disrespectful to most of you, and I think it's fitting that everyone has a hand in his punishment today. Analisa, you may start. When you have given him five swats, hand the paddle to the next staffer in line." Analisa needed no further encouragement, having been on the receiving end of many disparaging comments from #290 in the past few days. She recalled these events vividly as she swung the paddle with full force. As each woman took her turn wielding the paddle, #290 tried his best to present a tough exterior; but as the repeated strokes of the paddle tenderized his bared bottom, he felt each succeeding woman's swats more and more keenly. Every swat was a red-hot ordeal of blazing sensation, and he was sure that some of the swats rattled his teeth. He could not refrain from, at first, a muffled exclamation at each impact; later on, he dropped all pretension and freely shouted an "Oh!" or an "Aughh!" with every swat. A few of the women gave rather light swats, but most of them gladly and enthusiastically delivered them. When all the staff had finished wielding the paddle, Kyra announced, "Now that our exhibitionist has a bright red tail to show off, I thought he might enjoy being watched while I use a strap-on dildo on it." A cacophony of excited exclamations and comments filled the room for a moment, and Kyra held up her hand. "His punishment is not over yet - that red tail of his will also be well strapped before he leaves this room. Feel free to move around the room and watch from wherever you want." She moved to where #290 could see her, and stepped out of her white cotton panties, which had absorbed some dampness from the day's activities. She proudly draped them over #290's head while several of the spectators giggled. She retrieved the strap-on that was to be used, turned her skirt so that the slit was toward the front, stepped into the strap-on harness and adjusted it. "Nurse Linda, please bring me the dropper bottle of lubricant," she directed. Kyra inserted several droppers full of lubricant through #290's back way before generously applying some to the strap-on probe that protruded from her hips. The staff members crowded around her as she spread #290's nether cheeks and placed the tip of the probe at the puckered opening. She inserted nearly two inches of it with a brusque thrust. "Auuuuugh!" he cried. Holding his cheeks apart, Kyra none too gently worked the probe in and out, going a little further in each time. "Ohh! Auugh! Ooooh! Owwwww! Oooooh!" he further exclaimed in time with the thrusts, while Kyra worked him for about two minutes. She popped out, removed the leather tawse from a hook on her belt, stepped back directly behind him, and, with alternating forehand and backhand strokes, delivered ten quick and powerful swats of the leather onto his buttocks. "Ahhh! Ahhhh! Ahhh! ..." he shouted, each one in reaction to the tawse swiping across his bottom, each one louder and more urgent than the previous. She smeared some more lubricant on the probe, parted #290's cheeks, and roughly penetrated him. She worked in and out, going in all the way with each thrust. He uttered loud protests and kicked his legs continuously as Kyra's hips rhythmically undulated. She continued her oscillating movement for a couple of minutes, then withdrew, stepped back, and imparted ten more strokes of the leather. Upon the next penetration, she brusquely worked the probe in and out for close to four minutes, telling him that the next time she had to do this, the entire population of residents would be in the auditorium watching him get his tail end worked over in more ways than one. Then she gave him twenty fast-paced strokes of the leather as he chimed in with a one-man symphony of lament. Kyra removed the strap-on harness, thanked the staff for participating, and called an end to the meeting. Back in her office, she locked her door, leaned back in her chair, and reflected on the day's events. Her hands went between her legs as she spread them, and she closed her eyes and visualized ravaging #290's bottom with a strap-on while on stage. ----- I hope you enjoyed this story. I enjoyed writing it. 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