Punishment Codes and Anal Discipline

It took a lot longer than she expected, and by the time they were starting to get close to the finish line Salwa had already given up on holding herself back. She cried. She wasn’t ashamed to admit it. After a full ten minutes of being fingered by the officer and just over half an hour of the insert filling up her rear, every last bit of her body felt just about broken. All the while the thrusting of the machine never seemed to stop, and she sobbed as she felt another trickle of wetness leaking down the inside of her legs. Somewhere along the way her body had started to overflow with her nipples rising up from her chest, and the only thing she could think of now was how much she wanted to touch herself with her hands. A shame then, that she was still stuck in the middle of a punishment with nothing but a hijab to cover up her shame.

The only saving grace was that at least her fluids weren’t going into the container anymore now that they were stuck flowing down her thighs. As it was, the amount was already starting to get dangerously close to the limit.

“Just a couple more minutes left now,” said Officer Hughes again.

He had been saying that for quite a while, and a part of her suspected that he was just saying it to give her a sense of encouragement. Against the painful ache of the emptiness deep inside her vagina though, she clung to the words for dear life. Again and again the piston pushed forward to slide between her cheeks, and she groaned at the overwhelming sense of humiliation. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Her first experience was supposed to be with someone she loved. Instead, even if she had been able to keep her virginity intact, she had never felt so exposed and vulnerable in her entire life. Like every last bit of her most intimate places had been thoroughly exposed, and the fact that the entire thing was currently being filed only seemed to weigh even more against her mind.

Down below her clit let out another twitch, and she sobbed again at the sense of frustration inside. Never before did her body feel so hot. Unless she wanted the shame of her orgasm to be publicly recorded for the entire internet to see, however, she had no choice but to hold it in.

Thrust… thrust… thrust…

Thrust… thrust…

Thrust.

…

The machine slowed but didn’t stop entirely. It seemed like it was going through one last round of calibrations before the end. Biting down on her lips, Salwa prepared herself for the worst as the officer walked over to stand behind. There was the sound of gloves being put on, and she squirmed as she felt a soft touch pressing down on either side of her labia again.

“Please…,” she gasped.

Nothing she said seemed to move his fingers any closer, however, to the hardened nub of her clit.

“Stay still now,” he said, “I’m just checking to see how close you are to the edge.”

He reached over to draw back the protective layer of her hood, and she sobbed as another groan made its way past her lips. After having to stay bent over for so long with nothing to rub up against, the tiny little organ now felt rather neglected. It rose up in response to the stimulation, throbbing away in time to her pulse, and her toes curled inward as she tried to stop herself from pushing back against the stimulation. The only thing she got for her efforts, however, was another awkward thrust from the machine.

Just a tiny little brush, that was all she needed…

Salwa moaned at the thought. What she would give right now to have one hand free. As much as she tried to hope though, any opportunity she had remained just out of reach. There was one last tap against the opening of her vagina as the officer traced his fingers across her folds, and then it was back to the usual routine of punishment as he let go of her again. Apparently her climax was still quite some time away.

“Eighty percent,” he said, “A little on the higher end, but not bad for your first time. You haven’t tried to play with yourself back there before, have you? Maybe a finger or a pen?”

The only fingers that she had taken so far were his, and Salwa shook her head. She didn’t dare to do much more in case she ended up breaking her hymen.

“Interesting,” he said, “I’ll have to note that down on your record then. In the meantime, this should be the last bit of it now so try your best to hold on until the end. Remember that you can always ask me to stop if you feel that it’s too much for you to handle. We’ll have to start the entire thing all over again of course, but it’s better than earning an infraction…”

His words seemed to slowly trail away into the distance, however, as the tip of the insert moved forward to push past her cheeks, and her anus was starting to feel rather sore now with how long it had been. Salwa sobbed as she felt her hips rise up in a desperate attempt to escape. Even the generous amount of lubrication applied to her back there was starting to wear thin, and with nothing for her vagina to squeeze down against there was little she could do but suffer through the emptiness as her vagina let out another twitch. Was this something that all the other girls had to go through as well? An eternity of frustration that kept her trapped right on the edge?

For a moment, she tried to think about something else. Her parents, her siblings, the classes she had missed out on at school, anything at all to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. The entire thing was just awful. It was just enough to amp her up without giving her any meaningful satisfaction, and leaning forward a little more she pulled weakly at the restraints.

Just a couple more minutes left now, she tried to tell herself. Then she could go finally back home and cry herself to sleep.

Thrust… thrust… thrust…

Thrust… thrust…

Thrust.

More time passed. There was another pause as the officer spread her open to check on her clit, and Salwa groaned as she felt his fingers trace over the oversensitive folds of her labia before circling inward to focus on her opening. She tried everything she could to push back against the stimulation, but he simply moved his hand away before she could send herself over the edge. Was he trying to test how tight she was down there or something? Why couldn’t they just let her finish? She sobbed again. It just wasn’t fair. Why did all the other girls get to have boyfriends while she was still a virgin?

Eventually, however, the punishment had to come to an end. The machine finally started to slow, and she let out a thankful sigh of relief. The insert pushed forward one last time to bury itself all the way into her rear, and after holding itself there for a couple more seconds, that was it. Slowly it drew itself back out, and walking over to stand beside her the officer began to unstrap her from the machine.

“A little too close there at the end,” he said, “But you did well for someone going through their first punishment.”

His hands felt rough as they moved across her skin. Between her legs the camera zoomed in one last time to capture the parted lips of her labia along with the wetness of her arousal, and every muscle in her body protested at the movement. At least it was over now though, even if the recording was still going to be uploaded afterwards for the entire internet to see. Against the shame, she didn’t know how she could ever look her parents in the face ever again.

Biting down on her lips she slowly pushed herself back up as the last of the heat faded away. All of a sudden, her chest felt cold as if she had been left naked standing in the wind.

“Clothes?” she mumbled.

“Not yet,” said Officer Hughes, “We still need to get your belt on before you can leave.”

It took her a moment to register what that meant. Ah right, how could she ever forget. Of course there was still one more step for them to get through, and she blinked as he held out what looked like two metal bands for her to see. A chastity belt designed for her exact proportions, and she slowly lifted up one leg after another as he secured it in place.

The lock clicked shut as he turned the key, and then she was finally free to leave.

“The belt stays on until your next appointment,” he explained, as she reached over for her clothes to get dressed. It was a bit difficult to get her jeans over the metal wrapped around her waist, “It’s not always required, but since the punishment center could be held liable if you manage to lose your hymen before your next appointment we reserve the right to take any precautions necessary. You’ll be able to take it off again afterwards of course, but in the meantime just be warned that you might find certain activities to be a little more… limiting.”

The fact that he was talking about her ability to have sex wasn’t something that needed to be stated. Not that she had planned to anyways, but it was a bit hard to ignore the stiffness of her clit. She could always take care of that later on by herself though once the chastity belt came off again.

“Thank you,” said Salwa, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

The last thing she wanted was to remember the feeling of his fingers thrusting into her rear. She bowed, thankful that she had been allowed to keep her hijab on the entire way through, and the officer smiled at her one last time as she left.

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The bus that took her home was the same as always, and Salwa kept her legs pressed tightly together as she felt the vibrations travel through her seat. On any other day she wouldn’t have even noticed, but after nearly an entire hour of being punished with her rear, her body was still feeling quite sensitive. So much so that her nipples were still quite stiff, and if anyone were to look a little too closely then they would have no problem at all seeing the miniature little bumps poking up from her chest. Nobody did though, and she let out a sigh as she made it back safely.

Emily was there to greet her. The girl glanced up from the couch as she walked into the apartment.

“Hey, where were you all day?” she said, “You missed the review for the exam we’re about to have next week.”

Salwa hesitated as she walked over to the kitchen. Absently, she filled a glass of water before taking a sip. A flurry of thoughts raced through her head. Should she try and tell the other girl what she had just been through? Was it even normal for roommates to talk about such things? Somehow she didn’t exactly feel normal right now though with the video of her naked and bent over due to appear at any minute.

It was hard to tell when the punishment center would finally upload it to their website. Biting down on her lips, she went with her instinct.

“Busy,” she said, “I was busy.”

“With what?” scoffed Emily, “Trying to find a boyfriend and get laid?”

“No,” said Salwa, “Busy with other things.”

Somehow, she noted, her voice didn’t shake. The other girl glanced over at her again, but she left it at that. It was part of the agreement they had made when they first became roommates. She wouldn’t try and pry into her personal life, and in return Emily would do the same thing. It was just easier to do things that way since they both came from two different cultures that sometimes didn’t agree. So long as they didn’t end up fighting over it though, then most of the time it was fine to just leave things be.

The door to her room was over on the right, and Salwa closed it behind her. She let out another sigh as the weariness settled down over her feet. What she would give right now for a break. First things first though, before she forgot. Opening up her computer, she navigated over to the Judicial Punishment page. Today was Tuesday, and the next available appointment was for Wednesday of next week. A couple more clicks was enough to fill out the forms, and a moment later she received an email with the matching time and date.

There, done. Now she just had to find a way to put up with the chastity belt for the next eight or so days. Her clit let out another throb, and she forced herself to ignore the feeling. Instead, she walked over to take a much needed shower, and after carefully drying her hair she took in a deep breath as she grit her teeth. She had just gotten through the first part of her sentence and she was still alive. Now she just had to find the strength to follow it all the way through to the end.

The prayer mat was in the closet and she took it out. Mecca was to the east, and lowering her head to the floor she slowly began to pray.