Corporate Justice, Part 4
Naked, amazingly aroused, and with her bottom pink and stinging, Jill squirmed on Adam’s lap as his right hand beat a loving tattoo on her shapely bottom. It had been two weeks since Jill’s memorable trip to the Overnight Correction (OC) center, so her bottom had finally healed. This evening she had “bratted” and teased Adam until he finally got the message. She squealed in mock outrage as he stripped and upended her. Soon they were engrossed in their very first erotic spanking, which was quickly followed by an evening of memorable sex. It was delightful!
Jill’s bottom had hurt for several days after her ordeal at the OC center , but at least her Corrective Punishment sentence for dealing in the underground economy was no longer hanging over her head. Her “correction” had been a sobering and excruciating experience. In some ways, she left a changed person, a person who vowed to stay out of legal trouble!
Adam had turned the ordeal into a positive memory by quietly hiring a cab and surprising her outside the OC center the next morning. He would have loved to take her home, but she had been required to report to work. On the drive to work, they had taken a quick detour to a quiet park where Adam had applied a soothing salve to Jill’s bruised tush. His touch on her nether regions had been exciting, but what happened next far more memorable! Adam chose that moment to offer Jill a ring and propose marriage. She accepted joyfully and immediately!
That night, Jill slept in Adam’s bed. In fact, she never spent another night in her old apartment. She moved out the following weekend and mailed the keys to her corporate landlord.
But the deal that Adam had offered Jill was no simple “shack up”; he had proposed marriage! Getting married was no longer as simple as a quick trip to the courthouse. The administration of marriage, like many other government functions, had been delegated to the corporate world. There were two competing designee/corporations that administered marriages in their area, so they picked the one that offered the most convenient classes. Yes, I said classes! Change isn’t always bad. Both nuptial corporations required applicant couples to graduate from a course of study before marriage. This simple requirement had reduced the divorce rate by some 20%.
The Spencer Corporation not only had convenient classes, they offered a package deal that included the required medical exam, the required class, a mass ceremony, and even items such as wedding bands and a real Spencer strap. Yes, I said Spencer strap!
Unsurprisingly, when corporal punishment was restored into the justice system, spanking also made a comeback to other parts of daily life. Public memory of Dorothy Spencer had long faded, but the Spencer Spanking Plan was now part of virtually every marriage.
The first few class sessions were mostly boring; finance, health, hygiene, division of responsibilities & roles, legalities etc. Child raising was covered briefly, but that’s another subject to be studied later. (Compulsory in case of pregnancy,)
Sex was covered next. Not surprisingly, both attention and test scores improved for those class sessions! The demonstrations were particularly riveting. If the instructor wished to illuminate some intimate detail of human anatomy, she would simply call up a student and require him or her to disrobe enough to display the body part in question. Naturally the discussion of sexual positions required a nude couple and a cot for a proper demonstration. Yes there was some blushing and tittering. This frank sort of presentation may sound embarrassing, perhaps even crude, but the goal was not only to teach, but to overcome cultural barriers to allow couples to freely and openly communicate intimate matters. At least all the students faithfully did their homework! The nudity also helps prepare the class for the events in the last course unit.
The last course units were Conflict Resolution I and II. Each unit involved several sessions. In Conflict Resolution I, each couple negotiated their own Spencer spanking contract and then presented it to the class for discussion. Naturally, most contracts went through several iterations as ideas were exchanged. Oh sure, the Spencer Corporation could have simply distributed boilerplate contracts, but the goal was for each couple to take full ownership of their own relationship. This required each couple to discuss and agree on every word of their own contract. In the end, the couple’s contracts tended to be amazingly similar.
Still in the wonderful blush of new-found love, Adam and Jill easily negotiated an equitable contract, which naturally included a mutual spanking agreement. Secretly, Jill worried about this just a little. She couldn’t imagine herself punishing Adam’s firm bottom, and worried about living up to that part of their agreement.
Conflict Resolution II covered actual spanking instruction. This was taught by a different instructor, a Correction Administrator (CA). Jill blushed beet red when she recognized the man. He was the Supervisor from the Overnight Correction (OC) facility! Actually, the Supervisor/instructor also recognized both Jill and Adam, but pretended not to. Likewise, Jill and Adam pretended anonymity.
He introduced himself than then explained: “Welcome To Conflict Resolution II. Here you will all learn to effectively and safely uphold your end of your mutual spanking contract. Right here in class, you will all demonstrate your new skills and will also show that you are truly serious about submitting to correction.”
The instructor went on to explain that the Spencer Spanking plan was over 100 years old, but little had changed from the original. At any breach of a couple’s agreed-upon rules in their Spencer contract, a wife willingly submits to a hand spanking. Should the husband misbehave, he presents his bare bottom for a memorable application of the Spencer strap. Any punishment earned, must be given. Once the punishment is over, the incident is closed. The rest of that class session was spent viewing video demonstrations and discussing spanking technique . Just before he dismissed the class he warned, “I’ll be calling random names for demonstration spankings in our next class session, plus you will all spank and be spanked in future sessions. No spanking at home until I give permission! I want all of your bottoms pristine for our demonstrations. Further, Spencer spankings are given in the nude, so that’s how we demonstrate them. We’re all adults, so we know what the human body looks like...right?”
He waited for any objections. Hearing none, he added, “There will be no excuses. You’ve all passed your physicals so you will all participate fully. Ladies, if it’s ‘that’ time of month, take appropriate measures because everybody participates.”
Just before dismissal, he issued each lady a new Spencer strap and a bottle of Neetsfoot oil. “Oil those straps, practice your accuracy on a pillow, and bring your strap to every class.” he ordered.
As always, Adam and Jill came home from their evening class with their libidos totally energized. They showered together and then cuddled in bed. An hour later, they finally fell into an exhausted and contented sleep.
The next evening, Adam showed Jill how to oil her strap. Then he wedged a pillow on an arm of the couch and coached her on a proper swing. She mastered the technique fairly quickly, but still wondered if she were “man” enough to actually punish her precious man.
“I would offer you my bottom for a few practice swings” Adam said seriously, “But our instructor has forbidden it. We’ll just proceed at his pace.” Jill felt something halfway between relief and disappointment.
Both Adam and Jill shared a feeling of expectation, because what was scheduled for their next few class sessions was no secret. For years to come, those class sessions would be cherished memories for the couple and the subject of only slightly exaggerated stories.
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Adam and Jill arrived for their second session of Conflict Resolution II. Things were about to get very interesting!
Naturally everyone was nervous about this class session, but all of the couples were game enough to show up. They had all heard enough about the nuptial classes to have a good idea what was in store. Each couple was determined to see it through, and most were probably secretly excited about what they expected to happen.
The lecturer did little to put them at ease. He placed two boxes on his desk, one for each gender. He explained that each student’s name was on a little slip of paper in the appropriate box. “These next several class sessions will be like a short version of the CA training course. We will have some live demonstrations today, and then you will all demonstrate spanking your fiancee over the next two sessions. Spencer spankings are always given in the nude, so that’s how we demonstrate them. Spankings hurt! Male or female, tears are no disgrace. When you’re called upon for a demonstration, you will disrobe and come forward without drama or excuses. Understand?” Everyone in the class nodded obediently.
He pointed to a lady in the front row; she shrank back in fear. “You! Come forward.”
Hesitantly, she obeyed.
The instructor held out the two boxes. “Draw three names from each for today’s demonstrations.” Shakily, but relieved at the favorable odds, she obeyed. She handed him the bits of paper and then thankfully regained her seat.
In a no-nonsense voice the instructor ordered, “If I call your name, go to the rear of the classroom, disrobe and await further instructions. Men, you’ll need your fiancee’s Spencer strap.” As the instructor called out the names, Jill heard the man in front of her gasp. With a tiny thrill, Jill knew that she was about to see him nude and strapped. The next name to be called was Adam! He called one last man’s name, and then Jill’s tummy twisted as he called out three female names. Luckily, Jill’s name wasn’t among them. Adam sighed, patted Jill’s thigh, and resolutely stood. Her heart thumping madly, Jill handed him her strap.
The six selected students went to the back of the room to undress, while the instructor set the stage in front. Moving his lectern aside, he replaced it with a sturdy cot and an armless chair. He placed two pillows on the cot.
By now, the six unlucky students had shakily disrobed. The instructor walked to the back and inspected them critically. He selected the man and woman with the fairest skin, and told them “Sit down for now. I’ll need you two later.”
Then he looked at the two remaining ladies. One was short and plump, the other tall, athletic and well-built. “We’ll start with the ladies.” he explained. “Who first?” The tall lady was the quickest on the draw, so he escorted her to the front of the class. With the possible exceptions of the instructor and Adam (who both saw this scene daily), there wasn’t a limp penis in the place as the instructor sat in the chair and pulled the shapely lady across his lap.
He had turned the chair so that the lady’s firm bottom faced the class, but that wasn’t enough. “Men, you must all see this. So if you don’t have a good view, come up front. A few men from the back row came forward. The instructor started lecturing on how to give a good spanking. As he talked, he demonstrated each technique. Soon the lady was kicking and bawling. Unaffected, the instructor simply talked louder. He made no attempt to restrain her legs, so they flailed, exposing her all to the class.
Because he occasionally stopped to talk, it took him ten minutes to deliver a spanking that would normally take five. When he judged the job properly done, he bid all of the men to come up and observe closely the coloration of her bottom. “The object is to deliver a memorable spanking without injury. It’s not as difficult as it sounds, but it requires a bit of judgement and practice.”
Finally he released the sobbing lady with a “thank you”. He explained that she could replace her top if she wished, but her bottom must remain bare so everyone could observe any color change. She went straight to her fiancee to be comforted.
Then he called the next lady to the front.
At first she just stared in fright, but he spoke gently to coax her forward. “This will be over shortly, and you’ll have a great story to tell over drinks someday.” Finally she obeyed, and stood next to his right thigh.
After pulling the lady over his lap, displaying her plump, white buttocks to the class, the instructor launched into a short lecture: “How long to spank is something you will need to figure out for yourself. If your spanks are properly modulated, the spanking can actually be quite long without doing serious damage. Making the spanking too brief is a serious error, because a spanking must be an unpleasant and memorable experience to be effective. I suggest you all start with five minutes, and then adjust based on actual experience with your spouse. You will need a clock; five minutes is longer than you think!”
At that, the instructor produced an old kitchen timer. “These are perfect for the job. Both the spanker and the spankee can hear the bell when the time is up.”
Then the instructor turned his attention to the naked female lying across his lap. He set the timer for five minutes, placed it in view, pinned the already-sobbing lady’s right hand into the small of her back, and then launched into a vigorous spanking.
After he had given her a few hard and fast swats to get her nicely started, the instructor eased off, delivering only moderately-hard spanks at a judicious pace. Very quickly, the lady totally gave herself up to the spanking. She was squalling, ineffectually struggling, kicking, and splaying as her buttocks, sit spots, and thighs jiggled, jittered, and blushed into an impressive patina. The spanking seemed to go on forever as the old mechanical timer ticked its way to zero. At four minutes and fifty seconds, the instructor was barely breaking a sweat, but the poor lady was laying exhausted, simply moaning and absorbing the last few spanks to her livid bottom.
Finally the timer chimed, announcing the end of the lady’s ordeal. A lovable collection of jiggly-wiggly ladyflesh, the pudgy lady jumped to her feet, did a war dance, and rubbed the sting from her magnificent buns. Her fiancee led her back to her seat to kiss away her last few tears.
“Now you’ve seen what a proper Spencer spanking looks like,” the instructor explained. “Next I’ll demonstrate a Spencer strapping.”
He pointed to the naked man standing next to Adam. “You’re next. Come forward please. Bring your strap.” Displaying an entirely appropriate amount of reluctance and nervousness, the man obeyed.
The instructor carefully positioned the man on the cot with one rolled pillow below his hips and with his hands locked under the other pillow.
As before, the instructor took time to explain each step as he thoroughly leathered the poor man’s bottom and thighs. A typical male, the man attempted to maintain his stoicism. Unfortunately for him, that stoicism didn’t even survive the instructor’s expert opening gambit of six rapid medium-hard swats.
From the back of the room, Adam glumly observed the action. Adam knew what he was in for, and knew that he was next.
At first the man had wailed his distress and kicked, but otherwise managed to hold his position. Then twice the instructor had to remind him to not reach back. When he began to try to twist his bottom out of range, the instructor was finally forced to restrain him with a firm hand on his back. At a moderate pace, the strapping continued until its logical (illogical?) conclusion.
From the first swat to the grand finale, (one last burst of swats that left the poor man incoherent), the entire demonstration took the instructor about ten minutes. A normal strapping would take half that time. As before, the instructor had stopped periodically to offer explanations.
Finally the sobbing, livid-bottomed man was allowed off the cot. He minced quickly into the comforting arms of his fiancee.
Swallowing nervously, Adam came forward. He hadn’t been called, but knew he was next. “Sorry” the instructor mumbled into Adam’s ear. “It’s just the luck of the draw.”
Adam nodded his understanding, handed Jill’s strap to the instructor, and then took his place on the cot. At least the pillow under his hips would hide his privates for a while.
The instructor picked up his timer, then turned to the class,; “As before, I’m about to demonstrate a Spencer whipping exactly as you ladies will give your future husbands. Pay attention, I’ll only do this once.” He set the timer to five minutes and laid it in view. Adam tensed and noticeably clenched his buttocks. As before, the instructor started with six quick and solid blows of the strap. Each one put a red stripe across Adam’s tight buttocks. Jill watched with a mixture of horror and fascination as her man absorbed the punishment with only a series of grunts.
As that strap did it’s work, and that old kitchen timer slowly ticked its way to zero, many thoughts buzzed through Jill’s head. As Adam’s bottom reddened, and the poor man hissed and grunted in pain, it quickly became obvious that Adam had no immunity to that strap. Since the instructor was using less than his full strength, Jill now realized that she was strong enough to uphold her end of the Spencer agreement.
Also, Jill realized that Adam didn’t need to endure this to have her. She would have been happy to be with Adam under any reasonable terms, with or without legal marriage. But the idea of marriage, and thus this class, had been strictly his. Tears came to her eyes as she realized just how deeply this man must love her, and how incredibly lucky she was to have found him.
Finally the bell dinged and Adam’s ordeal ended. Tears streaming down his face, he regained his feet and ruefully rubbed his bottom. Jill rushed to the front to hug her man and to escort him back to his chair.
Next, the instructor called up the last two students, the ones he had told to sit down until later. He had specially chosen them for their fair skin. They didn’t receive a full spanking, instead he slightly “overspanked” their bottoms to demonstrate the slightly mottled look that presages bruising. For the lady, he hand spanked just one side of her bottom, deliberately spanking too hard. Likewise, the man received a few strokes of his Spencer strap, but with a bit too much force. The whole class got to see the results, so they would know how to recognize the symptoms.
Finally the instructor assigned them homework. They now were allowed to practice on each other with brief spankings and whippings at home. “Calibrate your swats” he warned. “They should sting like Hades, but not bruise. Start light and then gradually increase force until you get it right. Don’t bring me any bruised bottoms next week!” Just before dismissal he told them what to expect at the next class. Each man would demonstrate spanking his fiancee. The following week, it would be the ladies who would demonstrate whipping their men. The final week would be reserved for any “makeup” spankings.
Looking forward to their usual post-class lovemaking, and with much to discuss, Adam and Jill rushed home. The next few weeks would be exciting and memorable, albeit painful. Graduation would mark the beginning of their wonderful new life as husband and wife!
© Guyspencer 2012
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