Center for innovative punishment

[jackson]

Part 1

The room was simply massive. It looked like the inside of a warehouse that had been finished and painted pink. And astoundingly this was only one room in the huge center for innovative punishment complex. Inside the room were what could only be described as over sized toddler girls. Each was clad in a variety of extremely feminine and extremely short dresses, revealing a very predominate diaper bulge. On their feet they wore Mary Jane shoes. Each had long hair styled in a variety of girlish manner. If this had been all, they might look normal, especially in the scale of the room. The key things that stuck out were over-sized pacifiers that appeared to be secured tightly behind their heads, and fuzzy pink thumb-less mittens that were secured around each sissy's wrist with a thick leather band. Protruding from the leather band was a small yet sturdy looking D-ring.

"Its hard to believe that these sissy's were once tough criminals." Exclaimed Jane, head of the center and my tour guide for the day. "By using heavy humiliation and taking even the simplest of choices, we have reduced these men to a meek state, similar to the toddlers they look like."

Looking around the room, the sissy's were engaged in a whole variety of demeaning and humiliating activities. In one area there was a fenced in area, where the prisoners dully sat and "played" with a variety of dolls and other infantile toys. In another area was a string of over-sized high chairs. Each had a very unhappy looking sissy's strapped tightly into it, their hands secured to the tray by the D rings on their mittens. Some were being spoon fed a disgusting looking green lumpy much by what appeared to be care takers, whilst others sat suc-king away on their pacifiers which were attached by tubes to large bags of a strange orange liquid which hung on hooks behind them.

"Why are some of the sissy's being spoon fed whilst others are being fed through their pacifiers." I asked.

"You see, we try to incorporate further punishment for misbehavior into the daily routine. We also try to make the punishments somehow related to the crime. Ordinarily a sissy is spoon fed their disgusting lunch. The sissy's hate it, especially as it is laced with a whole variety of diuretics and laxatives, but they eat it anyway because they know if they don't they will be force fed through their pacifiers. You see, the bags are hung high enough that the force of gravity is stronger than the sissy's throat muscles. The formula fills the nipple of their pacifier until it starts leaking through holes placed strategically around the nipple. The sissy has no choice but to collapse the nipple and swallow the formula, which suc-ks more into the nipple. The formula is also not their usual green much either, but is instead a punishment formula, comprised of double the usual diuretics and laxatives, as well a large portion of caster oil and prune juice. Usually a week of being fed this way insures they will not put up any more fuss when they are fed."

Resuming my survey of the room, I noticed a large TV at one corner. Several sissies were sitting in front of it, strapped tightly to their chairs. Each sissy wore a set of headphones. Each also had a thin string attached to the ring of their pacifier which led to a small box with lights on it.

"What are the strings and the box with the lights for" I asked.

"They insure that the sissy's have to pay attention. If the sissy turns their head more than a few degrees, the pacifier will pull on the string, which will set off an alarm in the box, which will mean apunishment. Activities are rotated on a weekly schedule, so each sissy spends a full day each week in front of the TV watching what can only be described as the most boring toddler shows in existence. In addition to the strings on their pacifiers, the headphones they wear are tightly secured so they can not be shaken off, and are very loud to prevent the wearer from nodding off."

"Wow, you've though of everything here."

"This is just the beginning." Jane gloats. "There is much more to see."

[Anonymous]

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.

[jackson]

We came to yet another door which had a very long tinted glass window next to it. Peering through the window I saw dozens of over-sized cribs in two rows. The cribs had a grate covering them, and had bars which looked like they were metal. Inside each was a sissy wearing a pink onsie. There appeared to be a short cord on each sissy's back which attached to the center of the plastic covered mattress. Their mittened hands were attached to the side rails via the D-ring. Attached to each sissy's pacifier was a tube that appeared to have some milky yellow liquid flowing through it. Some sissies were sleeping, subconsciously suc-king on their pacifier, while others were moving around within the short confines of the tether. None of them looked all too happy.

"This is where the sissies sleep."

"How many hours of sleep do they get." I ask.

"Well, this is where we get creative. We tell the sissy's they get 8 hours, but we actually leave them in the crib for a full 18 hours. With no windows at the facility, the sissy's have no conception of day or night."

"Wow!" I explain. "I don't think I have ever stayed in bed for more than 12 hours, and that was when I was sick."

"Yes, it is quite torturous for the poor sissys, but very beneficial. You see, after 18 hours of lying in bed, the sissy's will take any kind of activity they can get, even the humiliation they suffer here. The sissy's will also be very wet and messy and desperate for a change."

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