Catch And Release Part Seven: Naomi's Parents Punish An Irredeemable Girl With Irredeemable Punishments

Naomi did not have to create exaggerated versions of her subsequent punishment for her Catch and Release stories. She simply described them, blow by blow, and by doing so, produced some of her most popular stories ever.

They let her rest first, for a night, without allowing her any food or clothing. Starting the next morning, her Irredeemable punishments began. Naomi hadn't believed any of this "New Regimen" was truly part of a caring discipline method almost since the beginning. But she had hoped that she might be wrong. Until today. 

For two hours they simply took turns enjoying crudely beating her, beginning with their belts, moving on to their buckles, then moving past that to use whips, canes, crops, and a special hairbrush they had prepared with the ends cut off all every tooth of the brush so that each ended in a sharp spike. They would grin with accomplishment as a blow to her clit or across her nipples elicited ever sharper screams from her lips.

Two hours. Out of twenty four.

And when those two hours were finished, they untied her, and instructed her to hurt herself. She had to use the implements on herself, everywhere she could reach, and lest she not put her heart into it they set up a loudness meter to make sure each blow she landed on herself met a certain minimum level depending on the instrument she used. While she struggled to hurt herself as much as possible they took a break and ate breakfast in front of her.

Four hours.

There was a short sip of water, and no rest. Her parents dragged her into the garage where they had set up a thing she’d never seen before—a narrow round metal beam set between two stands. On either side of it was a large ice cube. Her parents efficiently bound her arms behind her, placed painful sharp and heavy clamps on both her nipples and forced her to stand on one of the ice cubes. They held her hand as she shivered in pain, forcing her to swing her leg over the beam. They then used some mechanism in the stands to raise the beam under her until her weight was supported on the beam mostly by her own vagina.

She shrieked in agony, but trying to relieve the pain by putting weight on the ice at her feet was practically no help, simply eliciting a different kind of shriek.

They occasionally whipped her back, ass, and legs but mostly simply let her situation play itself out, the ice eventually melting such that her entire weight was permanently focused on her vagina.

Two hours she was on the beam. Eventually they raised her feet and tied them to the beam as well. They also tied a rope from her arms (behind her back) to a beam above and in front of her, forcing her to lean on her clit.

To lean on her clit for an hour, while her parents poked and stabbed her with needles on the soles of her feet, on her butt, into her tits, into her nipples (sometimes taking the clamps off first, sometimes not).

Seven hours had gone by, four on the beam—and they still did not release her. Instead they spent another hour playing with clamps, placing them all over her body including the most sensitive parts right against the pole, then quickly yanking them off in succession. You can see how, just when she would think she couldn’t scream any longer or louder, they would find ways to elicit more.

Finally they released her from the beam, letting her writhe on the garage floor for a few minutes until handing her the clamps and forcing her, for an hour, to yank them off herself just as they had been doing, while they took another break to eat and rest.

On and on it went.

She spent hours forced to stand on one leg while holding her big toe in her mouth by the teeth, hopping in agony as her parents continued beating her, favoring the leg she was standing on for their mistreatment. They also continued periodically clamping some part of her body and yanking the clamp off. When she would accidentally let her toe go (because she had to scream if nothing else) they would simply take turns hitting her asshole and clit as hard as they could with a belt buckle or spikey brush, then bid her to stand, place her toe back into her mouth, and continue.

They also made her do all this to herself for a while, again using a loudness meter to ensure true compliance.

Fourteen hours into her nightmare they gave her a “break” of sorts, no longer hitting her for several hours but instead simply leaving her tied in the most uncomfortable possible positions. For a while she was stretched out on her bed so tightly she feared a dislocation would happen. For a while she was tied in a forced crouch causing her feet and calves to cramp horribly—but whenever she fell over she received needles to the asshole and clitoris before being righted.

They hogtied her with her feet stretching a rope that in turn choked her neck. The very moment she would lose consciousness they would loosen the tie, beat her breasts, and return her to her self-choking state.

When they had exhausted such positions they tied her spread eagled to their bed, on top of a tarp, and spread tobacco, lemon juice, salt, jalapeno seeds, all over her pussy and the little cuts she had all over her body from the needles and whippings she’d received so far.

They left her in the room to continue applying these things to herself – the whippings, the prickings, and the pain-inducing burning liquids -- for an hour while they ate dinner. She assumed they had a camera trained on her and strove to comply.

Finally with just four hours of punishment left, they had her shower—at the very hottest setting, for thirty minutes. They assured her they had done all the research necessary to know that this would be agonizing, but would result in no permanent injury. This did not make her feel better.

From this scalding shower, she was immediately made to switch it up to a freezing cold bath, for thirty minutes.

And for the last three hours of her punishment she was simply suspended by her wrists and ankles from a beam in the living room, her tummy facing the floor, while her parents entertained themselves and periodically slapped, pinched or whipped her if she seemed to be falling asleep.

In the last hour or so of this, they took turns massaging her clitoris with a vibrator. This should, she thought, by no rights, have led to anything like any kind of pleasure for her.

But when they stopped, she wanted them not to stop. After a long while she even begged them to keep going. Out loud, her body beaten and bruised as she hung from the ceiling before her parents while they molested her with a vibrator, her every bit of shame and pain having the horrible effect of simply focusing her desire—she begged her parents to make her cum.

They finally, at the very end of her twenty four hours, obliged. And kept the orgasm going long past the point where she begged them to let it end.

They released her and did allow her to sleep as long as she wished on the floor of the living room. But when she finally woke up hours later, it was back to the grind. The very next day, she was responsible, as always, for cleaning the house, mowing the lawn, and cooking each meal.

Having described all of the above, fictionally ascribing these actions to Catch and Release, as torments unleashed on their latest victim, she uploaded her story. The user C&R replied after several minutes. “We think you may be even sicker than we are lol.”