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Dildo Chair Punishment
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This story is fiction. Yes, that's right - Fiction. All the characters have been made up, and what follows did not actually happen. The names are not real, and any correlations between this story and real live events are pure coincidences. This story contains themes of underage sex and may offend some people of a nervous or sensitive disposition. If you are under 18 or your reading of this ficticious story is illegal in your country or jurisduction, or you will feel that you will be disturbed by reading this story, then please stop now. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy it, and I urge you to give me your feedback, by emailing raymondstories at graffiti dot net
The chair was just a wooden chair, with some simple, and some
not-so-simple, adjustments to it. The base of the chair had a slot in
it, where a metal dildo, about 7 inches long could be moved around for
use in whichever oriface was deemed best and be set to be comfortable
or not so comfortable. The dildo was also hollow in the middle, where a
tube could be placed for use as either a catheter or an enema, and was
also a vibrator which could be set to be on or off, or to switch on at
random intervals. The sitter would be have straps placed on their
ankles to attach them to the chair legs, and the arms could either be
tied to the side or back of the chair. For purposes such as tonight,
the chair also had a basic remote control for the TV in the room,
where, provided the sitters hand was tied in the correct place, channel
and volume could be adjusted. Two straps came round from the back of
the chair, which would be clipped to the nipples of the sitter. These
straps were on a ratchet, so could be made very tight indeed, and
unable to be loosened without pressing the button in the ratchet
mechanism - obviously the mechanisms were positioned out of reach of
the sitter.

"I think we'll use the catheter tonight," her dad said, and
took a tube from the shelf. He took it to his spread-eagled daughter,
and connected it to her uretheral opening, thereby removing Hannah's
bladder control. A simple valve on the other end prevented the already
full tube from leaking - this would be connected to something else
later on - Hannah never knew what, whether she would have a nappy put
on (the best and least uncomfortable option, also unlikely tonight),
whether the tube would double up as an enema, or whether the tube would
be attached into the hole in her ball gag. She would have to wait and
find out.

"OK then," Hannah's dad said, "let's get you on the chair
then." With that, he unclasped his daughter's wrists from the bedposts,
and did the same to her ankles. Hannah fought the natural instinct to
bring her arms down by her sides and to pull her legs together, knowing
that if she did, her dad would make her stay in the chair just that
little more uncomfortable, and maybe even that little more painful.
"Stand up, and go and sit down," her dad commanded her, and Hannah
meekly obeyed. She was thankful for the breif comfort she could now
experience, before her dad properly put her in the chair, knowing that
it was going to be it until her dad came home again tomorrow night.

A strap was placed around her middle, forcing her to sit
upright. The strap was rightened until Hannah's dad knew that it was
causing some, but not too much, discomfort to his daughter. "You've put
on some weight Princess," he said, noticing that the strap wasn't as
tight as it was last time. He knelt down on the floor, and made sure
that Hannah's catheter tube was through the hole in the chair, then
took the smooth metal dildo and put it against her arse hole. From
behind her ball gag, Hannah let out a gasp as the dildo was slowly
pushed into her. The metal was cold, and contracted the sphinter
muscles that had recently been widened when her dad had fucked her such
a short time before. Still, she mused, it was either cold, or
blisteringly hot - both of which she had had many times before. She
felt it being locked to the underside of the chair, fixing her into the
seat she now sat on, making her unable to move or to have any bowel
movements. Hannah stared straight forwards, knowing that any movement
of her head would cause her dad to secure it for her entire
encarseration. She felt the unmistakable sensation of the cathether
tube entering her bowels from the hollowed dildo, and quietly groaned
to herself. She knew that her dad wouldn't undo the valve until he
went, but even an hour of her urine forming her enema was something she
hated, let alone the entire night. Her dad stood in front of her, and
held her head in his hands. Removing her ball gag, he spoke.

"Now then, I know you didn't move your head, and you're a good
girl for that. But there's something I want to try out, and I need to
secure your head for it," he said.

"Yes Dad," Hannah replied, wondering what was going to happen
next.

"Don't worry - I'm not going to do it for a bit yet. I took
your gag out for this," he said, and pushed his semi-erect cock into
her mouth. Knowing that he was unlikely to need sucking off - he had
already cum at least four times already that night - she let it lie on
her tongue and waited for the inevitable. Soon enough, the warm liquid
that was her father's urine filled Hannah's mouth, and she swallowed it
down. He had only been pissing into her mouth for the last year or so,
and while Hannah still hated the taste, she could now take almost her
father's full bladder of urine without spilling any or retching or
vomiting with the taste and smell. After he finished, Hannah licked and
sucked the last few drops by way of cleaning her father's cock, then he
removed it from her mouth. Hannah expected him to replace the gag, so
widened her mouth, but he told her to close it for the time being.

He then took the straps which would be clipped to her nipples,
and taking each of her small, but present, breasts in one hand, took
the clamp and put it across the middle. The clamp clamped onto Hannah's
body tightly; she wanted to scream in pain, but knew better of it. Her
dad then worked the ratchet mechanism, tightening the straps so that
her breasts were beginning to pull to either side of her body. He then
strapped her arms to the side of the chair, allowing her left arm to
control the TV remote control that was attached to the side. He then
went behind Hannah and started doing something behind. From the sounds,
she couldn't really work out what he was doing.

Taking another tube, he fed it through the hole in her ball
gag, and took a large bag of water which he hung from a hook in the
ceiling above Hannah. He went back to the front of his daughter and
told her to open her mouth wide. She did so, not realising that he was
then going to take the tube, and push it part way down her throat. Not
only was it uncomfortable and made her want to retch, but it also made
breathing difficult. He then pushed the ball gag back into her
mountuth,
loosening the slack of the tube and attaching the other end to the bag
of water above her. He tied the ball gag to her mouth properly - he
knew that she had worked out how to remove an untied ball gag without
the use of her hands, and didn't want it to happen this time.

"The valve of that bag is connected to the TV. When it
switches off, the valve will be released. The water will pour directly
down your throat and into your stomach, where as you know it will pass
into your bladder, which will then release it immeadiately into your
arse. The TV is set to switch off at a random point sometime in the
next day or so, or if you want you can switch itself off yourself.

"This business trip of mine will last until tomorrow night,
but I will likely be gone until Sunday morning. Obviously, you're nice
and secure now, so I will see you then. Have a good time," he said, and
switching the light off in the room, he left and closed the door behind
him, leaving his daughter tied to this contraption. It saved on hiring
a babysitter.


Johnny's Punishment Part 3
By Captain J
CaptainJ46@yahoo.com
copyright 2007 by Captain J, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit
depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are
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Jane woke her brother the next morning as she was leaving
for school. "Get up Johnny, Vicky will be her in half an
hour and she expects you to have already eaten breakfast."
"Uh I thought Nancy had today?" he asked.
"I told you last night, but apparently you didn't catch it;
of course you were a little tired," said with a snicker,
"Nancy has a math test today and track practice this evening
so Vicky and she switched."
"Oh...OK, doesn't make much difference anyway." He mumbled
to himself.
Johnny got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom,
removed his butt plug and used the toilet, quick shower,
then down to the kitchen for a bowl of cereal and some
juice. He was still standing at the counter eating when
Vicky came in the back door. She didn't stop, just walked
past him towards his room.
When finished, Johnny rinsed the bowl and returned to his
room. Vicky was sitting on his bed and two books and some
papers were on his desk. When she stood up Johnny suddenly
realized that Vicky had grown considerably in the past
couple of years. At age 15 she towered over him at 5'8" to
his 5'4", she had also filled out in all the right places.
'Why didn't I ever see that before?' he wondered to himself.
"Good morning Vicky..." Johnny offered, not knowing the
schedule for today.
"Yeah, it's morning and I'm stuck here with you," was her
sarcastic reply.
'This isn't good, she's already pissed off and we haven't
even started,' flashed through the young boy's mind.
Pointing at his 'Special Chair' she just said, "Sit!"
Moving forward and removing his plug along the way, Johnny
stopped in shock when he looked down at the seat. A new peg
had been installed and it was bigger! This one was about
4-1/8" high and 1-3/8 inch in diameter. "Uh Vicky? I...I
can't sit on that...it...it's too big." He said with a
whimper.
"You CAN and you WILL!" Vicky snarled back. "You have 1
minute to be seated or we'll start the day with a spanking,
then you'll be sitting on it anyway."
Johnny looked at the thing and shaking in fear moved into
position above the seat, then started gingerly lowering
himself until the tip pressed into his hole. "Aah!" he
grunted as the tip entered. "Ooh....Ooh Vicky it hurts!" as
the first inch entered. More moans, groans and pleading as
two more inches impaled him; tears were flowing down his
cheeks and his entire body shook but he was only 3/4 the way
down; then he jumped up and screamed at her "I CAN'T IT'S
TOO BIG!"
Vicky didn't hesitate, she just grabbed his arm and pulled
him over to the bed the across her lap and immediately
started swatting his rear with powerful strikes. Johnny
screamed, kicked and sobbed, after about 20 she started
talking while continuing to administer more spanks, "Look
you little queer, you are the one who took it up the rear in
the park...you are the one who was found by the police
covered in cum... you are the one being punished... you'll
take your punishment as required or go to jail and get
plowed up the butt there!" She had now reached 50 spanks
and had a blubbering, whimpering, crying broken boy across
her lap. She stopped and just held him there face down.
Vicky moved him a little so that his legs were wide open,
his cock and balls were resting on her thigh, then reached
into her backpack and retrieved a long white plastic object
and coated it with Vaseline. "This will help," she
whispered but the boy couldn't see what she was doing.
Suddenly he heard a buzzing noise and felt something cold
pressing into his hole. He grunted as it pressed into him
and slowly moved forward with steady pressure, the vibration
from the object loosened his internal muscles and when it
hit his prostate, it actually felt good. "It's a vibrator
Johnny, almost the same thickness as that peg, only longer,
it should loosen you up so you can take the peg easier," she
calmly said as she worked it in and out and around inside
him; meanwhile stroking his back with her other hand. After
a couple more minutes, she stopped and hold the vibrator in
place in his rear, moved him back to his chair and
positioned him; then removed the device just as the lowered
him onto his peg. This time it slid right in and he was
firmly planted. She walked back over and wiped her device
off before returning it to her backpack.
Johnny just sat there still crying and shaking from his
bright red butt stinging and the new peg poking up inside
him. Humiliation at having been handled by a girl as if he
were a small child made it even worse. When he finally
settled down, Vicky was sitting on another regular chair
beside him, and turned his tear streaked face towards her.
She wiped at the tears on his cheeks with her thumb and
looked in to his red eyes. "I'm sorry I had to do that
Johnny, but I didn't get you into this," she softly said.
Your parents are afraid you have gone queer as a result of
your little party in the park. Part of your punishment is
to make you adverse to having anything put in your rear end.
They think that will remove any desire on your part to ever
do something like that again." She explained.
"What's with that anyway?" she questioned, "You were a nice
kid and I was shocked when I heard you had turned into such
a pervert. I mean sucking off guys and getting fucked like
that?"
New tears flowed down his cheeks as for the second time he
tried to explain how he had gotten drunk and ended up the
center of a gay sex party in the park, his entire body
burned from the humiliation of having to tell this pretty
girl how he had screwed up big time and as a result GOT
screwed.
Holding his cheeks, she kissed his forehead and again wiped
tears from his face. "Well bucko, this is only the start of
your aversion therapy. That peg is going to get MUCH bigger
according to your Dad and he has orders some other special
toys to be used on you before the summer is over. I dare
say by September, you are not going to want ANYTHING ever
again to go in there!"
"But Vicky, I didn't want anything in there to begin with!
I was drunk...It...It just happened, same thing with the
blowjobs, I... I passed out and woke with a cock in my
mouth! I didn't want any of it!" he pleaded.
"Not me you have to convince!" Vicky replied, "You were the
one stupid enough to get into that situation and now you're
paying the price! Now let's get your schoolwork done."
For the next two hours they reviewed the material he had
read the night before. At the end, Vicky placed a twenty
question Quiz before him. "You have 30 minutes to complete
the test," she told him, "but be very sure you answer
correctly. Each wrong answer gets you five spanks!"
As he started working, Vicky left the room and went to get a
drink in the kitchen, when she returned, she stood in the
doorway and watched a very worried boy pulling at his hair
with one hand, as he wrote with the other. He squirmed a
little, but gave an 'Ouch' when his impaling peg reminded
him of it's presence. That caused her to giggle and Johnny
heard it, "NOT FUNNY!" he said over his shoulder.
"Maybe not to YOU!" she responded and giggled again, then
backed out of the room.
"Time!" Vicky announced and walked over and removed his test
paper, reading as she crossed to the bed she mumbled to
herself, "Not good on that one... that's two... I'll let
that one go... uh oh four..." Reaching the bed she pulled
another paper from her backpack and compared the two papers.
"Looks like you missed four Johnny. Get over here, you know
what's going to happen."
"Yes! So let's get it done," she directed.
Johnny eased himself off of the pegged chair and slowly
moved into position. His butt was still tender from the
earlier spanking; once across her lap, she didn't hesitate,
just grabbed him around the waist and started wacking:
spank, spank, spank... at 20 she stopped and was again hold
a blubbering boy.
Johnny's butt plug was within reach, so she picked it up and
re-inserted it. Then turned him over face up sitting on her
lap and cuddled him until he regained composure, all the
while murmuring to him and stroking his smooth body as the
boy trembled in her arms. When he finally recovered, she
touched the end of his nose with a finger tip and whispered,
"let's get some lunch, then we have chores to do." Johnny
just nodded as she helped him stand.
After a quick sandwich, Johnny cleaned the dishes quickly
and Vicky led him out the backdoor and across the yard, the
only slowdown was crossing the gravel drive between the
yards, as Johnny wasn't wearing shoes and the stones hurt
his tender feet. When they entered the Ecbright house,
Vicky's mother was sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee.
"Hello Johnny," the woman smiled, "How are we today?"
"Sore!" Johnny responded, but didn't explain as he followed
Vicky past her mother who saw his red behind as he passed.
"Problems Vicky?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
"No, just educational reinforcement." Vicky answered and
gave her mother a quick grin.
"Good! You behave yourself Johnny," she directed at the
blushing boy.
"I will Mrs. EcBright," he responded as they reached the top
of the stairs to the basement.
Descending the stairs had the same effect as the day before,
his butt plug moved about and pressed his prostate causing a
raging erection by the time he reached the bottom. Which of
course Vicky noticed.
"I didn't realize laundry was so exciting," she said with a
smile.
"It's not," Johnny replied, "It's the plug moving when I go
up or down stairs." He continued and once again blushed for
her.
Vicky approach him and gave his cock a couple of quick
strokes and a squeeze, "I have to say Johnny, it's a cute
one, maybe it'll get bigger when you grow some more..." then
turned away from the now red faced boy.
Vicky set Johnny to work on the laundry, a job he was used
to doing at home, the difference was with all the females at
this house, there was a significant amount of dainty
underwear which had to be hand washed. Johnny marveled at
the frilly garments, he had never seen them except in
catalogues, his 12-year-old sister mostly wore plain cotton
panties and training bra's and his mother did her own hand
washing as necessary.
As Johnny was holding up a pair of pink nylon bikini panties
to put them on a drying rack Vicky couldn't restrain herself
any longer. She had watch as the boy inspected each garment
and was obviously feeling the smooth fabrics of each. "Like
those panties Johnny? They're Debbies'... Maybe if your
really good after this summer, she'll let you wear them
sometime."
"What?" the shocked boy responded, "I...I don't...I
never...what do you mean?" He said with a new blush turning
his face and chest a nice pink.
"Well it's obvious, that you like handling our undies," came
the snide reply, "Look at your little stiffy! You've been
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