Part 2
Jane led me down a hallway to the front of a door marked "Punishment room #1". I could hear cries and pleading from behind the door. Jane opened the door to reveal a sissy bound to a high bench, his, or rather her feet dangling a few inches from the ground. She was strapped in at the waist. Her wrists were also locked to the front of the bench. The hem of her dressed was folded back, and her diaper pulled down to her ankles. She squirmed violently, crying and pleading, as a helper laid blow after blow in fast succession with a large sturdy looking paddle.
"This is how we punish serious misbehavior. Attacking another sissy or helper or trying to escape will land you down here once a day for a week."
The helper stopped for a moment to let the poor thing catch its breath. She tightened the strap a little which had become a little loose, then as the sissy was starting to catch its breath she started again.
"Isn't this kind of cruel". I asked, feeling a little sorry for the bawling helpless sissy strapped to the bench.
"Well, they know the consequences and chose to violate the rules."
"I guess thats true."
"You see, we get 3 types of people at this complex." Jane explained. "Those who immediately realize that complying will make things go easier, those who are defiant but gradually learn to behave, and those who remain defiant for the full length of their sentence. The later tend to end up here quite often."
We leave the room and head on down the hall. The next door we come to is marked "Punishment Room #2". Their is a sign below this saying "quiet please". Their is a large window besides the door which Jane motions me towards. Looking in I see a sissy at one corner of the room facing the wall. She has her nose pressed tightly against what appears to be a button of some sort embedded in the wall. Her hands are secured behind their backs with the D-rings on their mittens.
"This is how we punish lesser offenses, such as refusing to play in the play pen or setting off the TV alarm. The sissy is forced to stand staring at the wall. They can not move their head away because removing pressure from the switch sets of an alarm, which will mean a visit to punishment room 1 for a spanking. Again, we try to make the punishment related to the crime. By not participating in the boring activities we have for them, they are forced to stand perfectly still and silent starting at a wall."
"How long do they have to stand there."
"Well, thats the beauty of it. We often tell them they have to spend 15 minutes, but then we leave them their for an hour. With no clocks in view of a sissy at any time, they don't know the difference. All they know is 15 minutes in this room is hell, so a threat of an hour in the room is enough to make any sissy snap back into line."
As we are talking we see a sissy being led down the hall and into the room by two helpers. She appears to be pleading with them, but all that comes out past the pacifier is mumbling and gurgling sounds. Instead of being brought right to the opposite corner, she is brought over to a table on the far side of the room. She is placed on the table face down and held by one of the helper while the other helper takes her panty hose and diaper down to her ankles.
"What are they doing?" I ask Jane.
"This is likely the sissy's third offense. When a sissy has broken the rules 3 or more times, we add a little extra to the punishment."
The helper, successfully having the sissy's bottom exposed, produces what can only described as a trailer hitch of a butt plug. The thing is huge. The helper spreads some KJ jelly on the massive thing and begins working it into the poor things rear. The sissy struggles violently, but gradually the plug is inserted. The sissy is now breathing heavily. The helper pulls the diaper and pantyhose back up and helps the sissy off the table. She is led over to the corner, her hands secured behind her back. The helpers leave the room, leaving the sissy standing there obviously very uncomfortable. She is squirming as much as she can (which is not very much) without removing her nose from the button. One of the helpers pulls out a remote control like device and presses a button. Suddenly the dull hum of a vibrator can be heard from within the room, and the sissy writhes with discomfort.
The sissy had been sentenced to two hours, which actually meant 5. We left the window knowing that she would be a very uncomfortable sissy when her time was up.