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2010.01.29 12:30:05

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Fiction Writings → Special Punishment

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"Trial number 3835. The defendant Chritine P. R. at the date of 7/25 of the present year, did not stop her car at three different red lights." said the judge. "How does the defendant plead?"

"I plead innocent, your honor." replied Christine, as her lawyer recommended.

"Well, the automatic sign detector incorporated on your car and on every traffic light has verified that you did pass three red lights without stopping." said the judge. "This is irrefutable proof that you are indeed guilty of the charges. This court sentences you to two months of forced sexual deprivation. Does the defendant has anything to say in her defense?"

"Your honor, it was an accident. It wont happen again!" pleaded Christine.

"Your allegation makes no change on your sentence. Now, let the sentence be carried away." said the judge.

Christine is handcuffed and taken by a female officer to another wing of the building, where she is taken by another female officer to carry on her sentence.

Christine knew what her punishment consisted of . . .

"May I go to the bathroom first?" asked Christine in a tiny, pleading voice.

"No!" replied the female officer, "No you can't. You might try to masturbate, and that is forbidden for you since the sentence was announced by the judge. I'll be done in fifteen minutes, and you can go then."

The female officer unlocked Christine's handcuffs, "Okay, now take off your panties and sit over there." she ordered.

The thing that Christine was ordered to sit on looked a lot like those chairs with stirrups commonly used by gynecologists, Christine was then closely examined and all of her pubic hair was shaved off. After that, the female officer applied some strange cream on the shaved area which irritated Christine a little.

"This cream will keep your pubic hair from growing for at least five months, so it will prevent possible problems or infections." explained the female officer, "However, the cream is slightly irritating, the lab that makes it adds some extra ingredients, made especially for women." she added, "Imagine what it'll be like when I fasten the belt on you." she said with some irony.

"Okay, you can get off the seat now, rise up your skirt while I measure you." ordered the officer.

Christine blushed and did as she was told, exposing her shaved pussy and her butt to the female officer. The officer took out a measure tape and took measurements of Christine. Of her hips, 64 cm, then of the distance from her front to her back in between the legs, 59 cm.

"Okay, with that taken care of, let's pick your new underwear." said the officer, clearly enjoying herself. She walked over to a shelf filled with chastity belts in different sizes, all of them ordered by their size from bigger to smaller. Finally, she found one that matched Christine's measures, "Here we go! This one will do just fine! Okay, let's see how it looks on you."

The woman placed the belt on Christine, adjusting it as much as possible so it fitted snuggly around her hips and between her legs.

"It's too tight." complained Christine.

"It is?" asked the officer, "Well, let's see. Hold your breath and suck your stomach in."

Christine did as she was told. But the officer took the opportunity to fasten the belt even harder around her waist, and then locked the padlock on it with a loud CLICK.

"No! No! I wanted you to loose it a little bit!" complained Christine again.

"Oh, I'm so sorry." said the officer, with a voice that showed that she wasn't. "But once the padlock is locked on, I cannot open it until you finish the time of your sentence, which is two months from now."

"Okay, now let me tell you the ground rules for this," said the officer casually.

"You are not allowed to take off the chastity belt under any circumstance. If you try to open your chastity belt, and get caught, then your sentence will be increased by one year. In case of an emergency, you should come directly to us." explained the woman. "Also, if you happen to commit another crime while wearing the belt, you will be forced to wear it for one year more."

"And what about my right?" asked Christine.

"Oh yeah! I forgot! You have the right to remain 'chaste' for the next two months. Ha ha ha ha!" laughed the female officer at her little own joke. Christine did not find it funny at all.

"Now, let me write down your belt's number for the files." the female officer looked at the crotch plate of Christine's belt. "Let's see, the number is 522."