Rat Creek Reformatory Strapubus

Rat Creek Reformatory - Part 1

Harry had been in juvie a few times and all for silly trivial things such as shop lifting, drunk under age, criminal damage and burglary. Basically, he wasn’t taking life seriously enough.

This time was no different except he was now twenty one and had crossed that line where juvie was not going to happen. He’d be in with the naughty big boys now and that was something he didn’t like the idea of. Stories of prison rape, shivs, shower room bashing were circling in his mind while he was in custody awaiting trial.

The trial was quick. The judge found him guilty which was no surprise as he was indeed guilty, but the sentence shocked him. It was almost as much out of proportion as it was strange. Six months in a Rat Creek Reformatory! He’d never heard of it, but the six months sounded excessive for a simple burglary where he’d only stolen a laptop and some cheap costume jewelry. Then again it was not his first offense, nowhere near it.

The trip to the reformatory was an ordeal in itself. He was locked in the back of the swaying van in a cell no bigger than his seated form. Every bump and turn meant he banged a wall or the door, and the cuffs and leg irons didn’t help either. Sitting on the seat with his hands cuffed behind him was far from comfortable. At least he’d be released when he arrived, he thought.

Eventually the truck stopped as he heard something happening outside other than a traffic light, then started, then stopped, then started and drove a short way. Then finally it stopped with a slight bump then the engine turned off. He heard the other prisoners being taken out of the van and finally it was his turn. Instead of taking the cuffs and leg irons off, he had to shuffle out of the van and onto the platform then stand in line. He knew the drill from all the other times he’d been inside. He assume he’d be processed, searched, showered, given clothes and read into the rules.

This time it was vastly different.

It started with the officers. To a person they were women and none of them were ugly and that was to say the least. They were all dressed in black trousers with equipment hanging off the wide belts, button up shirts and tie and a cap on their heads. He was standing ogling the women, as were the others as they waited.

Then it got more surreal. One by one each of them was turned around. The cuffs were taken off then a leather strap was wrapped around their wrists to bring them into the middle of their backs. The strap was connected to a steel bar that ended in another strap that went round the neck of the prisoner. The length of the bar meant it sat behind the neck and so the strap could be done up firmly. After that the leg irons were taken off and the prisoner was turned around again.

This was a surreal moment. Suddenly there were six of them standing there looking at the guards and not knowing what was happening. He whispered to the man next to him, “What’s happening? I’ve never had this before.”

The man was his own age, maybe a little older, and with a look of disdain just shrugged. Rude, he thought.

NO TALKING,” said one of the guards. She’d come up in front of him and now was face to face with him. “SILENCE,” she said and something in her face made him keep the smart ass retort he had in mind to himself.

With that silence, the six of them looked at the three guards. At least they could walk, he thought.

The silence lingered, but eventually the door from the reception area banged open to a tall impressive guard, at least six feet tall and strongly built. She moved with a grace and power that made him immediately concerned, she looked like a fighter. But that wasn’t the thing his eyes lingered on, or the prominent bulge in her shirt from her ample bust.

No. It was what was in her hand as she stood looking at them and running it through her hands. It was the largest strap he’d ever seen. It had to be over three feet long. Two thirds of its length was a formidable piece of leather with two rows of a half dozen holes he thought he could get his pinkie finger through. The handle was a foot long and made of multiple layers of leather sandwiched together. There could only be one reason for a thing like that and he had a horrible feeling he knew what it was.

My name is Miss Saunders,” she said quietly as she looked at them in turn. “And this,” she said as she lifted the strap into the air and pointed it to each of them in turn, “this is Mister Best Behavior.” She ran the strap through her hand and none of them failed to notice it was hardly bending as she pointed it at them. The business end looked like a quarter of an inch thick and maybe three inches across.

She smiled as she caressed the leather. “Now we are a correctional reformatory for recidivist offenders under thirty who have a chance at rehabilitation. For your stay here you will be expected to be on best behavior else you will become intimately familiar with my friend.” She flicked the strap in the air.

Not only that, we have a zero tolerance policy. That is for everything. For any reason you can be bound as you are or in a hogtie for variation, and fun, and that can last for hours, days or weeks even. Trust me, you will not enjoy that.”

We have many rules. These will be explained to you on the printed sheets in your cell. I strongly advise you to read them carefully.”

She looked at them and took her time. “The next step in your induction process is your official welcome. This is delivered by me, of course and my friend here.” She flicked the strap up into the air again.

What? YOU CAN’T DO THAT,” said the man beside him in an indignant tone. He’d thought the guy was a bit full of himself, not talking to him before.

Miss Saunders nodded to a guard. The guard went to the desk then from a box pulled out something he thought he’d seen before on the internet. The guard went straight to the man beside him, “Open up,” she said as she lifted it to his mouth. He took one look and refused, shook his head and made it difficult for the guard.

A second guard joined in then it was only a matter of time. One guard held his shoulders, the other pinched his nose making him open his mouth in surprise. That was enough, the ball gag was shoved into his mouth then seconds later the strap was behind his head and buckled tightly.

Miss Saunders walked up to him, she tapped his chest with the strap, “Now here is your first lesson. Any resistance, any refusal to obey an order from anyone here results in punishment. You,” and she as she tapped his chest again, “your welcome will now be twelve strokes. If you resist then it will be doubled again and trust me, two dozen of my friend here will be something you won’t forget.” She smiled at them all, “Ever. And guess who will be going first.”

Two guards grabbed his arms then pulled him toward an open door. He was not keen on going, but, “Follow,” said Miss Saunders firmly.

The remaining five of them looked at each other for a moment, then as one they decided resistance was futile and would at least be painful. This was not looking good.

The Strapping Horse

The room they entered was austere. It had multiple doors in the walls but no windows.

In the rear of the room was a wooden structure with a flat leather top. Hanging off it were a collection of wide leather straps, waiting for a victim to be strapped down. It was clearly a punishment device, a horse he thought and it had only one purpose he could think of.

Miss Saunders addressed the gagged prisoner, “Go to the horse, put your feet against the legs then follow instructions.” She looked at all of them in turn, “And if you resist your punishment will double. Your choice.”

The gagged man looked wildly around, assessing his options. There were none. With a clear lack of enthusiasm he walked forward then did as told.

Two guards wrapped straps around his ankles then buckled them. One pushed him in the back with a command, “Bend,” which he did. A strap was buckled over the small of his back and in seconds he was presented. Almost. The other guard gripped the top of his tracksuit pants and in one pull, had it around his knees. Then other guard did the same to his underpants. With that a bright white pair of buttocks was looking out at them all.

Miss Saunders walked forward, she held the strap out at the end of her arm so it went half way across his bottom, the rounded end of the strap finishing at the crack.

There was no discussion, no hesitation, no fanfare. This was happening right now and none of the group failed to miss that point. You got strapped down on the horse, you got a strapping was the message received loud and clear.

A Dozen Of The Best

With deceptive slowness and grace the strap was pulled back and behind the formidable woman. It paused there, her body coiled up like a spring, her legs bent and her body tense. Then in a blur of motion the strap whooshed forward with a high pitched swish that ended in a gunshot loud crack of strap leather across bared bottom.

The effect on the bound man was to make him tense his whole body, to try to lift off the horse, to shake and quiver all over. The straps however prevented almost any movement and the gag prevented the cry he wanted to make, probably a scream so that all that came out was a gurgle.

The effect on his bottom was pronounced though. There was now a three inch wide band of red across the middle of his bottom, going from one side to the other.

Gentlemen,” Miss Saunders said, “you see the effect of just one stroke, of one lick from Mr Best Behaviour. A perfect stroke like that leaves a perfect band across the bottom. At this moment he is trying to ease the pain as he squirms. But nothing helps. It will feel like a red hot poker is sitting on his bottom.”

They all looked on in horror. Were they all getting this?

Miss Saunders took her time. She put the strap against the still quaking bottom then pulled it back behind her.

Again she moved in a blur till the next gunshot crack of the strap painted another band of red just above the first.

Miss Saunders said nothing. She stood looking at the man shaking the horse as he lay strapped down. She was not hurrying, taking her time in fact. Then, “As you see, a slow strapping is felt more. The pain sinks in then peaks, then the next stroke arrives. A quicker strapping might seem worse but trust me, when the strokes are spaced out the effect is more educational.”

Then the third stroke was laid on below the first. Now the whole of his bottom was painted bright red.

Gentlemen,” said Miss Saunders, “if he had been quiet and accepted what was to happen, he would now be half way there.” Then she smiled as she looked at the squirming man, “and I would have laid them on quicker.”

Miss Saunders then took her time. She measured up, she waited a moment with the strap against his bottom, then she pulled it back and far behind herself.

They all watched in rapt attention. This truly was educational.

Swiveling her hips around like a spring unwinding the strap flashed then cracked again and this time it was in the center of the bottom, on top of the first stroke.

If the man on the horse had been reacting strongly before, that was nothing compared to how he lurched against the straps holding him in position. His body shook the horse, the frame moving visibly as his shrieks of pain were swallowed by the gag.

Taking her time, the fifth stroke was laid on above, then the sixth was put on below that middle stroke. Now the whole of his bottom was bright red and looking angry.

Half way there,” said Miss Saunders. “I bet you wish you hadn’t been so rude, now. Mr Best Behavior has taught you and all the others here a lesson you won’t forget.”

She walked in front of the bound man so he could see her, the strap in her hand swinging from side to side. “Do you want me to stop?” she asked him happily.

His head nodded up and down frantically and something could be heard from around the gag. It sounded like he was begging her, wanting, promising anything but another six strokes like the last six.

She smiled as she bent down and looked him in the eyes, “Well I can’t,” she said as she patted his face, “you’ve got six to come. Now that I’ve warmed up, I think I’ll make these harder.”

That produced more shaking of the wooden horse and shaking of the head along with muffled pleas for her to stop. But it made no difference.

Miss Saunders walked back behind the bound man, off to one side then extended the strap till it was covering just the near buttock.

Nice and hard this time,” she said quietly as she measured up the strap across the waiting quivering red striped bottom.

The ‘crack’ when it came was far louder and more crisp than before. None of the new prisoners believed it could be any harder, but it was.

Same as before the first was across the middle of the bottom on the already red surface. This stroke being the hardest of them all left its own deeper red mark shining among all the others, the three inch band of pain clearly visible.

The effect on the prisoner was all it should have been. He surged in the straps, the horse moving violently as he shuddered and shook, his body writhing in pain. The gurgles getting past the gag sounded like one long scream.

Miss Saunders didn’t delay this time. The next ‘crack’ sounded only a half dozen seconds later and left a new more red band above the previous, then seconds later another ‘crack’ of strap on bottom laid a band of red perfectly completing the surface. The whole bottom for three times the width of the strap was now blazing red.

Miss Saunders had waited after each of the previous sets of three, but this time she did not. She kept right on powering on. This was a display of strapping that no one could take their eyes off.

The next stroke to the middle, the one above then the one below lifted the bound prisoner to new heights of frantic movement against the straps on the horse. Now the color was fire engine red and looked as painful as the bound prisoner was making out by his movements.

Miss Saunders walked in front of the prisoner and bent down till she was looking into his eyes. “That was a dozen. If you are insolent, rude, resist or disobey I’ll have you back again for another dozen.” She stroked his face, getting his full attention. “But that’s not the best of it. I’ll make it two dozen if you annoy me in any way. Just imagine that, you get twice as many strokes. I’ll leave you strapped down for five minutes between each dozen and get one of the officers to massage your butt so you can feel the next set properly. Would you like that? Hmm?” she asked.

The prisoner shook his head frantically, clearly not wanting any more.

Good,” she said, “when we let you up, behave. I promise I can give you another dozen, or two dozen, straight way if you annoy me or any of the guards in any way.”

All the other prisoners listened to that carefully. None of them wanted a dozen and two dozen was a bridge far too far. This Miss Saunders seemed to like her strap far too much.

Miss Saunders stood then nodded to one of the officers. The bound prisoner was unstrapped then he was helped up. Clearly the strapping had left him exhausted the way he slumped between them.

It was a strange sight, the tracksuit had now fallen down around his ankles so his privates were on display and when he was turned around, the bright red bottom along with his bound hands in the middle of his back leading up to the collar completed the image.

Who’s Next For The Strap?

Who’s next? Any volunteers?” asked Miss Saunders happily as she ran the strap through her hands. “You all get a welcoming six of the best so you might as well get used to the idea.”

Harry saw the man beside him step forward, slowly, looking totally nervous. With shaking steps he approached the wooden horse and waited as his ankles were strapped to the legs of the horse. When that was done he didn’t wait, he bent at the waist then the broad strap was run over his back and bound him to the horse.

Excellent,” said Miss Saunders as she flicked her strap in the air and caught it. “I do like a willing victim for my friend here.”

This time the strapping was quick. The six strokes were laid on firmly but not quite at the same intensity as the last six from the previous prisoner. Even then, these strokes still had a huge effect. The prisoner shook, he waggled his hips and his bottom between strokes. Since he wasn’t gagged, he also shouted out, loudly with each stroke, his “yaaggghhh” coming at the instant of the crisp crack of the strap on his bottom.

It only took a minute for his welcoming strapping, a minute of loud shouts and gunshot cracks of prison strap on inmate bottom.

Good,” said Miss Saunders, “no swearing. If you swear I double up, I forgot to mention that. No matter.”

The prisoner was soon standing with his tracksuit around his ankles, beside the other prisoner, their privates on display.

Next,” said Miss Saunders. Another prisoner stepped forward and quickly he was strapped down, his bottom exposed then six strokes of the strap laid on. The recipe was quickly followed and now there were three men side by side, each with glowing red bottoms with their privates on display.

The three of remaining unstrapped prisoners clearly didn’t want to go next.

Quickly,” said Miss Saunders. “Either one of you steps forward right now or I call this insubordination and double up for a dozen each.” She smiled at them, “And truth be told, I wouldn’t mind nor would it be the first time.”

The man beside Harry stepped forward and was duly strapped down, bared then Miss Saunders gave him his six.

And now it was Harry and one other. He looked at the other man. He looked at Miss Saunders holding her strap looking at them. He really didn’t want a dozen like he’d seen. That was too damned much.

He felt his throat close over slightly then he stepped forward. He was almost vomiting in stress, his body shaking, his heart hammering in his chest. He walked on shaky legs to the wooden horse then put his legs where the other men had.

Strapped Down

The feeling of the straps around his ankles felt remarkably comforting, he didn’t mind that at all and if anything, felt strangely erotic. With this hands in the middle of his back and connected to the collar it was an odd feeling.

Those thoughts were cut short when his tracksuit then briefs were pulled down exposing him to the cool air.

Then he heard it, the guard was sniggering, “Miss Saunders, I think this one is looking forward to it.”

To his shame he knew exactly what she was looking at. He had an erection. Dammit all to hell, it was embarrassing and it only got worse when Miss Saunders walked over then had a look.

Not bad,” she said, “we get a few in here who don’t mind a touch of the leather. Seems to set them off nicely. Lay down and I’ll do my best to make it memorable.”

He bent at the waist then the strap was pulled over his back and buckled, pulling him down to the leather top of the horse.

He looked forward, that was all he could do as his chin sat on the leather covered top. Then he saw it and noticed it for the first time. There was a mirror in front of him. That really didn’t help at all.

He watched as Miss Saunders walked behind and to one side of him. He saw her extend her arm with the strap in it then he felt it touch his bottom. It tapped one cheek, the near cheek to Miss Saunders.

Then it happened. Miss Saunders put the strap far behind herself and with bent legs she wound up.

He could hardly watch, it was deeply terrifying, then he felt the instant sting and the gunshot crack both at the same time. Unlike the other prisoners, he didn’t scream or shout out loud. He gave a gasp, the pain was certainly extraordinary, but it wasn’t that bad. The sting morphed into red hot heat over a few seconds, then it penetrated deeper and deeper into him making him gasp. He rotated his hips, he tried to put his hands down to massage his bum cheeks but he couldn’t move them at all. He tried to lift up but he was strapped down tight.

Then he felt it. The strap was on his bottom again. Then the tap. Then the crack brought a renewed deep sting and again the heat built and built. Unlike last time he didn’t even gasp, he just moaned.

As he lay strapped down, trying to move against the straps, feeling the sting increase and the fire in his rear building and building, he felt something strange. He moaned again as he felt it deep inside him. He felt as if what he was experiencing was necessary, was what he needed. He moaned again, louder. This was strange.

Then the crack and the sting surprised him. He’d been so intent on how he was feeling and what he was thinking that time had fled. He hardly gasped, through his whole bottom was now one large red hot band of sting and the heat was getting deep into him.

He lay strapped down, waiting for the next stroke but it didn’t come. Miss Saunders was now in front of him, bending down, looking into his eyes. She was remarkably attractive was his first thought, and scary was his second.

She lifted the strap she was holding till it was beside his face, “You need this, you know you do,” she said quietly. Her other hand stroked his face gently.

Against his will he looked down and saw the bulge in her blouse, the large breasts heaving in the exertion she’d put in.

Want to make it a dozen? Nice and hard? You can really feel them. I can gag you if you like, it adds to the whole thing to be gagged when you take a strapping that you really want and need.”

He honestly thought about it. It would be something to boast about, taking an extra six of that wicked strap from Miss Saunders, but his ass was hurting like hell and dammit all, the heat was doing something strange. He could feel his cock hardening up again.

I can’t Miss Saunders, it hurts so much, I’ve never had this before.” He almost sobbed at the end.

She stroked his face as she looked into his eyes, “Never mind. We can try again another day. Three to go.” Then the whispered so only he could hear, “Hard or soft? Ask for them hard and you’ll get a reward.”

Strapped Hard

He thought about it for a moment. She was extraordinarily sexy and his butt was throbbing, but his cock was as hard as it had ever been. Harder. It was aching.

Then he looked inside and knew. He knew she was right. He needed this. “Hard please Miss,” just came out of his mouth.

Miss Saunders stood then returned to be behind and to one side of him. “I’ll make these extra hard, just what you need,” and then he felt the strap on his butt cheek as she measured up.

The crack when it came made him thrash around in the straps, move his hips from side to side, and he shouted out “OHH,” then as the sting morphed into a deep penetrating head, “AHH ahhh,” that faded gradually into a moan.

His hips were shaking from side to side, then he felt the strap on his butt again.

Push back naught boy,” Miss Saunders said, “push back, invite the strap, ask me for it. Ask for the leather.

Against his will he shook his hips from side to side then pushing as hard as he could, he did what Miss Saunders told him. He was pushing against the straps as hard as he could, feeling the leather of the straps bite into him, then he felt the leather, felt it withdrawn and seconds later there was that same loud crack and sting. This time he just gasped and shook, the pain and heat merged into one deep feeling that this was what he wanted.

His hips shook, then again, against his will he pushed his butt back out to Miss Saunders.

She took advantage of it. Without tapping his butt, she wound up and gave him the mightiest stroke yet, the hardest of any she’d given and this time it brought a “YAHH,” from his lungs.

He found himself moving against the straps and at that moment he felt it. His cock had been dribbling pre-cum on the leather of the horse and now moving from side to side he found he had a boner that was approaching bursting point. That would be the living end so he lay as still as he could and hoped like hell they unstrapped him and soon. Also that his boner went down before then but the way it was feeling, that wasn’t going to happen.

The straps from his ankles were released then the one across his back. Two officers lifted him up but the problem remained. His cock was rock hand and pointing straight up. His eyes went down in horror and there it was, a wet patch on the leather of the horse.

Miss Saunders walked forward with her strap in her hand swinging happily beside her leg. “Well, well, well,” she said as she smiled. “Maybe we should have made it a dozen. The effect was not what it should have been. Never mind, there will always be a next time.”

The whole time she’d been looking at his cock then she looked into his eyes and gave him a lightning quick wink.

Shuffling his feet with the tracksuit pants and briefs round his ankles he joined the others standing watching the proceedings. He noticed his was the only erection also and that just made his face go beetroot red.

The last man had to be told to ‘present to the horse else it is a nice hard dozen’ from Miss Saunders. Everyone knew she meant it so he walked forward then was reluctantly strapped down and had his butt bared for the strap.

His strapping was a repeat of all the others, maybe a little quicker, but the effect was exactly the same. Miss Saunders measured up then she powered the strap around and across the waiting bottom. The red band appeared instantly, his strident shout of pain filled the room, then it was repeated time and again a few seconds apart. The red band in the middle was joined with one above, then one below. Then a few seconds later the band in the middle was made far deeper by the second stroke on top and his shout confirmed it hurt. Then the bands of red above and below were also painted in and now hit butt was fire engine red and Miss Saunders had a happy look on her face, her eyes gleaming.

When the six of them were lined up, all of them with throbbing butts and their privates exposed with their trousers and briefs round their ankles Miss Saunders walking to and fro in front of them, looking at each of them in turn. She ran the strap through her hands, she felt the leather and she bent it this way and that. Clearly she enjoyed her work.

So. That’s your welcome strapping. If you get a single black mark, a single complaint, a single instance of rudeness or insolence you might as well present yourself to me because you will get another six, and another six each and every time.”

She lifted the strap in the air then caught it when it came down. “That is unless I give you a dozen. I prefer a dozen. It works better, you remember better and I can really get to the seat of the problem.”

She moved in front of the gagged man who’d had a dozen and still looked broken and in pain, his hips not stopped moving slightly the whole time.

She tapped his chest with the strap. “If you resist then it is an automatic dozen and you can see how well the gag works. Guards, take them to their rooms and settle them in for the night. Prisoners, there is another rule you don’t know yet. The guards will help you with that.”

One by one the guards lifted their briefs and trousers. In his case when the guard bent she was at eye level with his still aching erection. “Miss Saunders, this one still has a problem.” Then his briefs and trousers were in place, he felt better. Dammit, why was his cock so hard, but he though the knew. While his ass was throbbing from the strapping, the heat went right through him to the other side and it was making him as randy as hell. As soon as they freed his hands, he was for sure giving himself a hand job.

Miss Saunders was watching him. She only nodded.

Settled Down For The Night

Follow” said a guard who left through a door in the rear of the room.

They trooped along and followed her, through another sliding still bar door then they were in a corridor with cells on either side.

You five, stand and watch,” said one guard. They opened a cell door then led the gagged prisoner inside. The cell was pretty much the same as all the others he’d been in, a bed, a small toilet area, a desk and a single book on the desk. Probably a diary or the bible Harry thought.

The guard unstrapped the prisoner’s collar then, “Lay down on your face on the bed,” she said.

The prisoner did as told and shuffled a little till he head was on the pillow and his body in the middle of the bed.

The guard bent, “Legs back,” she said brusquely. The prisoner complied then the guard took the strap that had been around his neck and moving the bar to the other strap, she brought it round so she could wrap both his ankles in what had been the collar.

There,” she said. “On a punishment night we hogtie you.” The guard took a chain down from the wall and clipped it onto the bar between his wrists and ankles. She shortened it at the other end till he had zero freedom. He was on his face, hogtied and chained in the middle of the bed.

We’ll take you out at seven am. Have a good night,” then they all trooped out of the room.

The next cell was Harry’s he found as the guard took him inside. “You just got a welcoming. You can sleep on your front or back. You choose.”

Back please ma’am,” he said.

With that the strap around his neck was released as was the one round his wrists. The guard walked in front and again the strap was around his neck, the bar now going from the front of his neck down to his waist. The guard lifted his wrists and the strap was wrapped around them and tightened. He was bound tightly.

A push on his chest sent sent him back to his bed. He sat then lay down. The guard looked down at him, “You just got a welcome. No hogtie but you stay in restraints for the night. Sweet dreams,” and she even added a wink.

When the door closed he lay on his back. This wasn’t the best position he realized. His bright red flaming strapped butt was against the bed and stinging but again and almost worse, his boner was back with a vengeance. No way could he get his hands near it, and he tried. If he moved his hands at all the bar to the collar stopped anything more than an inch or two of movement.

As he lay he thought about the day so far. It had not been his best. The way the other guy had been treated for complaining and resisting was a harsh lesson. Being in a hogtie like that, unable to even roll from side to side and with a ball gag in his mouth was something that he was thinking about more than he should. It just went round in his mind and added to the heat in his butt from the strapping and his aching cock.

Lights out happened a little later then there was dead silence in the prison. He’d been in places where the noise increased up to be almost deafening at lights out. Not here. He guessed that Miss Saunders and her strap would see to that. He wondered how they would find out who was making all the noise? What was the punishment for that? He guessed the gag would be used and probably the hogtie after a strapping. Then he had a worrying thought, would one or two of them making a noise get them ALL a strapping, gag and hogtie? He had a feeling that Miss Saunders would do exactly that.

He tried to sleep. The trauma of the last few hours went round and round in his mind, but eventually he drifted off.

The Night Visitor

Some time during the night a sound woke him. He looked around and then saw he wasn’t alone in the cell, and the smell confirmed it. Perfume.

He heard movement, clothes moving, then a face was beside his in the darkness. “Want your reward?” and now he knew. It was Miss Saunders. With that thought his boner was starting to wake again.

Miss Saunders, what reward?” he asked and hoping like hell it was what he was thinking Miss Saunders wanted.

The question was answered when he felt her hand on the front of his tracksuit pants. It moved over the fabric and it rubbed his erection shifting it into a rock hard tumescence. “Guess,” she said, “but I get to come first.” With that the erotic stroking stopped and the hand was on the side of his face. “Quickly now, else I’ll try next door.”

That was the last thing he wanted. “Yes please Miss Saunders. Oh God yes please.”

With that Miss Saunders stood then seconds later his tracksuit pants were off, as were his briefs and now his erection was pointing straight up. “One small thing,” she said which he took to mean the condom was going on. But she surprised him.

Instead he felt her grab his ankles then something was wrapped round them and buckled tightly. He tried to move his legs but couldn’t as he was tightly bound. Then she moved back and he heard her stripping off, her form only slightly visible in the near darkness.

A few seconds later she mounted him but not in the way he expected. She was squatting over his face, her naked pussy right over his mouth. A few hip movements, a few shuffles then she settled down after saying, “Lick me good.”

He lay transfixed. His wrists bound, his ankles bound and this woman squatting on his face was a lot to absorb, the surprise of it was making him feel unable to cope.

Then he felt her moving her hips rubbing her pussy over his mouth and nose, and seconds later she gripped his cock. “Ahh,” he said for a moment then the pussy pushed down silencing him.

Against his will he opened his mouth. The feeling of her stroking his cock was enough to make him do anything, even this. He extended his tongue and ran it up and down her pussy, running it from side to side to side then up and down again. Miss Saunders moved slightly, angled herself where she wanted then he understood. He opened his mouth as wide as he could then pushed his tongue out and found the tight little spot he knew she wanted worked. He pushed his tongue into her then she gasped. He ran his tongue around and around. He pulled it out then pushed it up and in and rimmed her vagina.

This had an effect. She surged against him, she gasped, she shook all over. It didn’t take long at all then she let out a low moan and shook all over, her hips moving like they were electrocuted, jumping and surging rhythmically.

She’d come. She quietened her frantic movements then she just moved her hips up and down along his face so he could lick her all over.

After a few minutes of that she got off his face then lay down beside him. “Not bad,” she said as she wrapped an arm around his chest then put a leg up and over his hips, pushing down on his cock.

The Strapubus Gives a Belting

My girlfriends call me the ‘strapubus’ because I love giving a strapping, and I love having my men bound with leather straps. It’s just so nice to be able to mount them and use them for my own needs. How was it for you? The strapping and this?”

His cock was hurting. Pressed against the soft woman’s leg it felt so damn good but he wanted to be inside her, desperately. “Miss Saunders it hurt like hell but for some reason I got a boner. You saw it. I have no idea why. This is fantastic. I want you.” That was all he could get out of his mouth.

She ran her hand over his face. Then she leaned up a little and moved till her breasts were in his face. She moved her shoulders from side to side so the nipples alternated to tap his mouth and the large woman scented globes moved all over his face. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever had in his life.

Good. I’ll mount you and fuck you senseless but I have a strict rule here in the prison. You get a dozen of my belt first. Nice and hard. On top of the strapping it will hurt but it’s not as bad as my prison strap.” She moved her breasts all over his face. “Want me?”

He didn’t want a belt strapping but he desperately wanted a fuck. “Yes please Miss Saunders,” just came out of his mouth.

She got off the bed then went to the pile of the clothes on the floor. He watched as she pulled the wide belt out then folded it in half. She moved back to the bed. “Roll over,” she said, then she added, “I brought a gag. Want that? It adds to the whole experience. I’ll fuck you with it in if you want?”

He thought about it. Watching that other guy get his strapping with the gag in had been arousing in a disturbing way. Now the offer was feeling the same. “Yes please Miss Saunders,” he said before he could regret it. The strapping from the belt would be bad enough. This was heading into full on kink so he might as well embrace it.

Seconds later he felt her pressing something into his mouth. He opened and suddenly it was full of something. He ran his tongue around it as much as he could. It took little time to realize it was a ball gag, and in that time she pulled the strap behind his head and it was buckled. He tried to spit it out, he tried pushing on it, he moved his head but nothing made any difference.

He was experimenting with the ball gag, feeling it, when heat blazed on his butt cheeks and a loud crack broke the silence of the darkened cell.

This time the strapping was far more mild than what he’d had with Mister Best Behavior, but it was still challenging. The belt didn’t land anywhere near as hard but the sting was similarly infernal. On top of the prison strapping, it made him rear up, open his mouth around the ball gag and grunt loudly.

The strapping from her belt felt amazing on top of the ‘welcome’ he’d had. It stung, sure, but it acted to make him hoter and hotter than hell. Damn it made him hot. As the belting continued he moved on the bed, shaking, quivering, moving as the leather landed. That meant the bed started to rub against his boner and all of a sudden he started to think he might come if he wasn’t careful.

Ms Saunders must have noticed as she stopped the belting then, “Roll over naughty box. Time for your treat,” she said as she gripped his shoulders.

On his back, his butt flamed red ot as he lay on the bed, the pressure of the bed making him very aware. At the same time he felt his cock twitching, moving in the air as the feelings surged through him.

Ms Saunders leaned over him again and again he had her lovely dangling breasts in his face as she moved them over him, her nipples moving against his skin. It was the most erotic thing in his life, what with his burning butt and the naked woman rubbing her chest into him,

Then he felt it, she had her hand on his cock. She lifted up and saw when he looked down that he had a concom on and it looked like a big ribbed one.

“Something to desensitize you and also to give me a little more friuction,” she said as she looked into his eyes. “I don’t want you popping off too soon. If you do I might put you on a charge for a dozen from Mr Best Behaviour for coming to soon.” She stroked his face, “I might call it disobeying an order, or disobedience. Whatever. Same rule, I come first.”

She waggled her chest in his face as she put a leg over then sat bolt upright on top of him, his cock trapped and pushed down under her.

She lifted up for a moment, then with a hand to hold and guide him, she shimmied back and then he felt it. The warm wet love tonnel of an excited woman swallowed him whole.

His chest lifted up for amoment in the pleasure of the fucking he was gettring. his eyes rolled up, his moth went wide around the ball gag and he sighed loudly.

Ms Saunders put her hands on his chest as she leaned forward. “Let me fuck you. Grunt or close your eyes when you get close.”

With that sheput both hands on his chest then leaned forward to make her breasts push out in front. Her shoulders swayed and shook, then she lifted up then flopped down on his cock. The reslt was the best fuck of his life.

Ms Saunders rode him, clenching her pussy around him, milking his cock and making it rub against her in just the right place as she got higher and higher, closer and closer.

She couldn’t last long after the last come she’d had, and looking at the young man in straps under her was doing her head in. This was where it was at.

God, how she wished she had a boyfirend into this. She’d ride him like a rocking horse after she blistered his butt.

As she crested she saw him close his eyes and gasp. Good.

Right at that moment she felt him twitching inside her, she felt him quiver and quake and that sent her over the top. She gripped him hard, gripped his cock with her sopping pussy to extrat the maximum of pleasure as she moved against him.

She came and she came loudly. Her shout echoed out his door into the cell block. She sat up straight, she pushed down on him, she opened then she gripped, she moved up and down in quick hip flicks as his cock hit against her, every litle push inside her sending her into bliss.

Putting her head far back, she came loud.

Harry was in heaven. It was a kinky heaven he would never have guessed, not in a million yerar. Also, little did he know that the deathly silence in the cell block meant that everyone was listedning to Ms Saundes as she climaxed, but also as she had given him a belting. Every single man wanted her right now as they all had painful boners that demanded attention. But not one of them could do a thing about it with the strap round their wrists immobilizing them. Sleeping in bondage like that meant they often had a boner, but spunking off to a bit of hand action was not going to happen.

— to be continued —

Harry finds out that making a noise at night is a bad idea.

Strapubus After Hours

It Starts with a quiet drink

A man having a drink at a bar encounters a most unusual woman. A woman who has embraced her dark side, her kinky side and uses it for pleasures he would never have imagined. The only question, is this to be a once off or will there be a repeat performance.

Harry was tired from a tough Friday at work so decided to visit the bar near work. It was a bit trendy for his tastes but what the hell, it was time he splurged out. It was not as if he had anyone to spend his money on, his last girlfriend having deserted him a few months ago. He’d been feeling the loss, the need for some intimate time, but his work kept him busy.

Fun in bed
ball gag

On entering he found the bar dimly lit and, looking around, quite a nice place. He sidled up to the bar and claimed a stool beside a woman he only saw the back of and paid scant attention to.

“This taken?” he’d asked and she’d just waved a hand without looking at him. He wasn’t after a pickup for the night so he paid her little attention also. He just wanted to relax and enjoy a quiet night. The gentle music in the background was also helping, not thumping, not trying to shake his brains out.

His first beer went down quietly as he felt the peace. Damn, it was super cold, super nice, and he let his mind wander, his eyes half closed as he got right into it. Looking in the mirror behind the bar he saw the tables filling and the stools at the bar now fully taken. If it was going to get busy and noisy, he’d be leaving soon.

He decided on a white wine for his second drink, and also for it to be his last. He wasn’t much of a drinker, and two was his usual limit, plus it was getting busy. His first small taste made him smile with his eyes closed in pleasure. It was a lovely crisp chardonnay, and he sighed with the pleasure, a long deep slow sigh of contentment.

“My favorite,” said the woman beside him.

For the first time he looked at her properly, then nodded, “Mine too, but as a chaser to the beer. That slakes the thirst, the wine sits nicely on top.” She was a good looking woman, a bit older he guessed, and dressed very nicely indeed. The leather skirt, the low cut top, the bare jeweled arms all made her look a bit top shelf to him. She did look way out of his league.

Maybe she was a model, maybe an aspiring model, maybe someone from a fashion column? It didn’t matter, she was top shelf and he was tired. Too tired to do any chasing.

She turned a little more and he found she really was quite attractive in a severe kind of way. “I never respond to a pickup line. Why didn’t you try?” she asked. “Did you know I’d brush you off?”

He shrugged as he looked at her face, then into her deep hazel eyes sucking him in. Suddenly he realized she really was more than attractive. Not pretty, she was nothing like pretty. Pretty said feminine and possibly weak and simpering. She looked strong and sure of herself and hot as hell.

“Truth be told I’ve had a tough day at work. I just wanted to sit and relax and my brain really is struggling.” He didn’t say any more.

“Is that a brush off?” she asked with a quirky smile, something somewhere between a laugh and surprise showing on her face.

“No, not at all,” he said back pedaling quickly, “I think it means I’m too mentally exhausted to put in the effort and truth be told, I was absorbed in my beer. Sorry. It sounds weak and lame and all that but it’s the truth. I’m washed out.”

“Ah,” she said with a smile. “It is nice to chat to someone without an agenda. What do you do then?”

For the next half hour they chatted. Their lives were remarkably similar, both with high powered jobs making demands of them, and they were both in the same bar for the same reason.

Strapped Up In Harness

Back at her place he looked around the entry hall. It was just a small walled off tiled area that led into a large lounge room that had a view out over the city at night. It looked pretty at night like this with the lights twinkling. To the left was the kitchen area and to the right some doors that he guessed were bathroom and bed rooms.

His inspection was cut short by the hand on his bottom then Cynthia was in front of him, close, pulling him in till she was fully against his body. Reaching around with her other hand she pulled his head in and then he found himself kissing her, deeply. She got right into it, deeply into it and with her pulling him in, he felt his cock stiffen up instantly. Almost of their own accord, his arms circled her as they extremely deep kissed, their tongues dancing and rubbing together as she rubbed her hips into his, sending him sky high.

The kiss broke off eventually as she pulled away, then her hand was in his, pulling him, leading to the doors on the right. “Lets get you prepared,” she said.

With his mind in a whirl and his cock rock hard and hurting he didn’t give what she said much thought. He passed off the strange sound of it as ‘lets getting naked’ and that would be fine.

Seconds later they were in her bedroom, the light from the open door the only light in the room. Then, in a frenzy, they kissed again, her body against his rubbing and gyrating leaving no doubt in his mind that sex was going to happen very soon. Either that or he’d come in his trousers but looking at her, her red hot needy body, that was the last thing he wanted. He wanted to be inside her right now.

They both decided instantly, at the same time, then their clothes were flying through the air. Seconds after that he had his hands on her chest, roaming all over her and she had her hands on his cock and cupping his balls then she leaned in for a kiss.

“On your back on the bed,” she said, “quickly,” and she didn’t let go of him, leading him to the bed. It was sending him sky high.

He didn’t need to be told twice. He glanced at the bed but didn’t pay any real attention to what he saw in the dim light. It looked like she had a great belt collection spread over the bed and on the bedside table. But his need for her was paramount, so he laid down quickly and just looked at her naked form looming over him, her hand circling his cock, “Oh God,” he said. It felt a little strange, laying on her belts but right now he didn’t care, his mind was elsewhere.

His cock in her hand demanded his total attention. Well almost. Her naked form was an absolute delight to look at too.

Then she asked, “Do you need to go home tonight or can you stay, maybe leave early or freshen up here?”

That sounded even better. This was a dream come true. “Sure, I can stay,” he said as his hips were rising and falling in time with her stroking of him. Damn, if she wasn’t careful he’d be blasting his spunk onto the ceiling the way she was going.

“Good,” she said, “lay back and trust me, you’ll love this.” Then in one quick and he later guessed well rehearsed movement she spun around and suddenly she was squatting on his face, his mouth covered by her pussy, surprising him totally. Suddenly he had a face full of hot woman bits. And she held his cock. And she was stroking him.

“Lick,” she said as she lifted off for a moment, and he got the idea. He was not averse to dining out as the saying went and from experience it always meant he was in for some great sex with a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to go get it. There were no down sides to this.

As soon as she pushed back down again, he started to lick and to nuzzle her between the legs. She tasted strong but womanly, tangy but also hugely sexy. “Umm,” was all he could say around the well haired pussy engulfing him, his senses filled with her.

Hard Riding In Straps

As she was rubbing herself into his face, he felt her hand leave his cock for a moment then she took his wrists and pulled his hands down along his body, pushing them against his hips. It was mildly strange, but nothing special considering where his face was.

With light pressure she had his hands against his body, pressed into the sides of his hips then he felt something he ignored as he lapped at the lovely labia, danced his tongue around the vagina then when she moved, he circled and tapped the little clit that was peeking out as she moved back and forward.

Suddenly, whatever it was tightened firmly. He felt the constriction around his hips and wrists binding him. In reflex, he tried to move his hands but found he couldn’t as they were trapped tight against his body.

In the time it took him to try moving them, he felt the same thing again but this time a little way up from his wrists, at about mid way along his forearm, then it too was tightened.

He was feeling frightened now. He started to squirm and move but her weight increased on his face, trapping him. It felt like some kind of restraint had been put on him, cinched up tight, and he couldn’t move his arms. At all.

“Ssshhhhh,” she said as she moved back and forward, then, “Lick,” as she moved her hips and rubbed her pussy against his face. “Trust me, this will be good.”

He wasn’t feeling too good about this, but she wrapped her hand around his cock again and started to rub taking his mind off it. “Hmmm, you can enjoy this,” she said as she cupped his balls with her other hand. Then, rubbing her pussy against his face he found himself enjoying it. What did he need his hands for anyway?

“Enough,” she said as she lifted off, his cock rock hard in her hand.

Turning round quickly, using a tight grip on him, she straddled his hips and took his full length inside herself in one quick plunge, her hips landing down in his lap, his cock right up her.

The sudden feeling of a warm moist and delightfully tight vagina swallowing his cock made him lift his shoulders up. She put her hands on his chest and pushed down as she put her full weight onto him taking him even deeper inside, but only for a moment.

She lifted off just a little, then she drove down taking the cock in fully, her hips slamming down and shaking them both and the bed.

“Oohh yess,” he groaned as she repeated it, fucking him hard, lifting and falling, fucking him deeply, using him. This was something he particularly enjoyed.

Then sitting upright, and now not moving, she put her hands either side of him and he saw her lift the ends of a belt and buckle the ends tightly, the leather of this belt at his elbows and pulled tightly into him when she buckled it. That took seconds.

Then leaning forward a little more so her breasts jutted over his face, another belt was gripped, raised, then buckled around his chest. Then in seconds again, another was buckled just under his shoulders.

Now he really couldn’t move. His torso had five tight belts wrapped around him and she was sitting on his hips, his cock stiff and hard and nestled deep inside her, her movement in doing up the belts had been nice, like she was almost chewing on his cock as she moved her hips.

Then she started to move again, “Enjoy it,” she said huskily as she leaned forward putting her lovely breasts just inches from his face as she moved back and forward, “Just lay back and enjoy it. Just a few more straps,” she said.

After some lovely slow fucking, she lifted off then standing beside the bed, she wrapped a belt round his thighs, buckled it tight, then above his knees, below his knees, round his calves and then round his ankles. She cinched them all up tight so he was barely able to move at all.

As this was happening his fear was rising, his damp pussy juice soaked cock was cold in the night air, and he felt himself going down slightly. But that was balanced by watching her naked form and the taste of her in his mouth.

“Waggle your feet,” she said so he did. It was electric watching her naked form in the half light, putting the belts round him.

She watched him waggle his feet, then leaning forward one more belt was wrapped round his feet, around each foot and over the bridge, underneath, then around both and pulled tight.

“There,” she said, “much better. Back to work,” then she gripped his cock again, and again he was erect and hard in an instant. Quickly she straddled him and he was again delightfully pushed up deep inside in a glorious fuck that took his mind off everything.

She leaned forward, pushed her knees back, then she was laying full length on him and her mouth covered his.

The kissing while she moved slowly was delightful, a full woman and sex experience and he was getting right into it. As she lay against him, squirming, moving her hips up and down he could feel himself starting to come, the end of his cock starting to twitch in the precursor to a hard release that would leave him gasping.

“Not yet,” she said as she rolled off his body, his cock pointing straight up still and moving, twitching, needing almost nothing to push him over the edge. “I always come first,” she said, “then you get your reward.”

Standing beside the bed, “Lift your chest up a little,” she said as her breasts were either side of his face. He assumed she was going to get him to suckle, to lick and maybe use his teeth to tease her nipples but she had other ideas. As he lifted, she moved something off the bedside table then she wrapped his neck with it. Her hands went behind his neck then he felt it tighten, the feeling of constriction now strong round his neck.

She bent slightly when she was done, then swung her breasts against his face, her nipples brushing against his cheeks, his nose, mouth and forehead. “It does focus the mind, wearing a posture collar,” she said, then she added, “I use it when I masturbate. And this too,” she said as she grabbed something else.

He had only a fleeting glance at it, then he felt something large at his mouth which he momentarily thought was a breast, but then when it was pushed in he had a horrid fear it was a dildo. Suddenly his mouth was completely filled, he felt the lather pad at the front against his lips and she said, “Lift up, quickly now, this is the icing on the cake. Just a little rubber for you to suck on.”

He did as told, looking at her jutting breasts then he felt pressure on his face as the strap to the gag, and he realized what it was now, was tightened. Not only that, in the half light he could see that the piece in his mouth extended out the front and it looked like a big fat penis sticking up in the air. This was confirmed seconds later when she quickly mounted his face, her hand guiding the big rubber cock into her pussy as she sat upright, then leaned forward.

“Make it good for me,” she said when she lifted up high for a moment, the sight of her vagina with just the tip of the rubber cock inside it exciting him. It was like a porn movie come true, laying there tied up with belts and unable to move as she took her pleasure.

She rode his face, moving up and down, as she held his cock. She became quite demanding, pushing down hard and at times moving from side to side as she clearly enjoyed the dildo inside her. The fucking seemed to take a while, but then her felt her quivering and he knew what this was. She was close now.

Lifting off she quickly turned around and again his cock was deep inside that gloriously delicious vagina. She rode him sitting bolt upright, his cock hard and pushing into the front of her vagina and rubbing her where she wanted. Then, as she sat, her breasts swinging slightly he felt her tensing up just as he felt the same thing. Then it hit them both. She screamed out loud and was jumping and quivering and clenching his cock as she came hard, and he felt the end of his cock swell up and then almost burn as he spurted hard and deep inside her. He was shuddering, quivering, moving up and down as much as he could, and she was doing the opposite and pushing down on him.

It lasted a week, it lasted ten minutes, he had no idea how long but he knew his balls hurt when it finished and he was completely spent. He lay there, her on top of him, his body tingling all over and still with all those belts wrapped round him, unable to move.

At long last the delicious fucking finished. She’d kept her hips moving long after she finished, and long after his own shudders finished, but now he felt himself softening up.

She pushed her legs back and while keeping her hips against him to lay full length on his body again. She relaxed down and soon her face was beside his, her cheek against his.

He felt the post climax sleep wafting over him, his eyelids getting heavy, his body drifting off. Without moving she said quietly into his ear, “Get a snooze. We’ll go again in an hour or two. Suck on the gag, it’s like a pacifier. I love that feeling after I masturbate, the feeling of cock and drifting off with it in my face and the posture collar cinched up tight just feels dreamy.”

With her laying on top of him, her soft body pressed into him, he did just that. The rubber cock was absolutely the last thing he thought he would accept, but now with her naked body pressing against him, it felt good, particularly after the massive come.

Kinky Night Wake Up

He slept deeply, and how long for he didn’t have any idea but when he did wake it was extraordinary.

He was unable to move. Something was in his mouth, big and fat and rubbery. He ran his tongue along it then against his will almost, he felt himself sucking on it, his tongue running up and down the shaft.

In his half wakeful state it was dreamy and erotic then he realized that if he was unable to move, why was his cock being circled by a warm hand that was wanking it gently.

He started to move, then he heard, “Wakey wakey sleepy head. Time to earn your keep again,” and then he remembered. He was in a woman’s bed and all tied up.

“Mind if I use you for as little pleasure?” she asked.

The wanking of his cock stopped then her hands came up to his face and he felt the strap round his head tighten for a moment, then release, then she pulled out the gag.

“You up for it?” she asked again.

He nodded and gasped slightly, the feeling of being able to use his mouth again feeling strange. “Ohh yes,” he gasped.

“Good. There. Lets use those lips and tongue for a while,” she said huskily. Then he had a face full of woman, kissing him, giving him her all with her tongue chasing his around and her lovely lips pressed down hard on his.

He enjoyed that, particularly when her hand found his cock again and had it hard in seconds. “Hmmm,” she said when she pulled back for a moment, “does this mean you like it?”

He could only nod for a moment, gasp slightly, then say, “Ohhh God, you’re amazing,” which was enough for her. Quickly she was kissing and deep tongue thrusting him again.

~~~~~

As he lay there, tied up tight with all the belts round him he found it erotic to be fondled, kissed, wanked by the beautiful woman beside him. In the half light from the open door he could see her lift up on one elbow as she kissed him, her other hand moving down his chest and running over all the belts binding him. Then when it came to his cock again, she tweaked it, pulled on it, slid her hand up and down the shaft, wanked him, sending tremors up and down him and made him hard and needy.

And there was nothing he could do about it. He was at her mercy and that just made him harder and more needy.

Her tongue flicked into his mouth and found his, rubbing against it as she caressed him. He felt his cock responding more and more strongly, and his balls were starting to ache in his desire.

Taking her time, doing it slowly so her whole body rubbed against his, she slid on top of him sensuously with her naked body, taking her time and rubbing against him. It was the most erotic moment of his life, tied up like that as she slid on top.

Then, with some hip movements as her tongue was moving in his mouth, she found the head of his cock and hunching, she pushed back and had it lodged inside just an inch.

Lifting her chest off his, releasing the deep kiss, she looked into his eyes and she slid her body down slightly so he was now lodged fully inside her. Damn but it felt good.

“Let me fuck you slowly,” she said and then she did that. Slowly, her hips rising and falling, rocking from side to side, with her body against him and her tongue deep in his mouth, she fucked him for her pleasure.

“Oh yes,” she said as she moved her hips slowly, her hips moving up and down in a steady rhythm. “Oh yes,” she breathed into his mouth as his cock started to swell and twitch, then when he came, shaking and shuddering, she pushed back hard on his cock taking his full length deep into her pussy and grinding her hips down on him.

Finally when his orgasm had passed, when he’s stopped quivering and he’d regained his senses she looked down at him. “Finish me off,” and with that she put the gag back in his mouth but didn’t buckle it up. “Keep that in there,” she said then quickly she turned and straddled his face.

Seconds later he had that warm wet pussy against his face, the dildo pushed deep inside her as she moved up and down. This time, with it not strapped into his mouth, he felt it moving more in his mouth so he had to grip it with his teeth to stop it coming out.

As she used him his whole world was her crutch, moving up and down on the black shaft, but it didn’t last long. With a cry and a shake of her hips, she came and came hard with her hips slamming down onto him to get the maximum possible penetration.

When it was finally finished she lay down beside him then took the rubber shaft out of his mouth.

“Not bad, not bad at all.” Then she kissed him long and hard. “Do you like the taste of me?” she asked between kisses, her hand roaming all over him.

“Yes,” was all he could say then his mouth was plugged with her lips and tongue as she got into it again. She kissed him for an age then she lifted off.

“Here’s a treat then,” she said then she put the gag back in his mouth. He didn’t realize it before but she must have used the gag end for the fucking and not the protruding dildo when she straddled his face as he all of a sudden had the taste of her strong in his mouth, her juices still thick on the rubber gag. Lifting his head, she strapped it deep into his mouth then she lay back down beside him and wrapped a hand round his cock. “Back to sleep. I’ll use you again in the morning. Get your strength up.”

Then she snuggled down and he felt her hand moving over all the belts, round his cock, around the belts again. As he was starting to drift off in the post orgasmic bliss he felt it wrapped round his cock. It was a delightful way to go to sleep as he ran his tongue up and down the rubber shaft tasting her, imagining he was giving her head again.

Morning Ride In Straps

The morning was memorable also, and for all the same reasons. The initial problem was that he needed, desperately, to use the toilet. He was awake quite quickly with that full bladder feeling and his movement woke the woman.

She was wrapped around him, an arm over his body and a leg cocked over his hips as he lay with all the belts binding him. He frowned, he tried to make the ‘ need to pee’ look or whatever that was as he looked at the door to the bedroom into what he presumed was a small bathroom.

“Pee?” she asked, then “not a problem,” when he nodded quickly.

She sat up in the bed then took off all the belts from his waist down, releasing him. He presumed she’d take the ones off above the waist but that didn’t happen. She gripped the ring in the middle of his collar and, “Come on, let’s use the bathroom,” which was novel.

Struggling after the enforced immobility, she got him to his feet then she led him, all the belts round him making themselves felt, into the bathroom then, “Sit,” she said after she led him to the toilet seat.

He turned, sat then he felt her hand on his cock pointing it down into the bowl. It was erotic but his bladder was damned full so a large hot stream of urine took a few seconds to release. And when it did start, it was unstoppable.

As he was pissing he watched the naked woman in front of him, and she was a pleasure to watch. She made a meal out of the display of getting a face washer, soaking it in the hand basin then rubbing it around her crutch. She caressed a breast with one hand, then with the other rubbed herself between the legs with the face washer. Then she rinsed it, and repeated, then she took the end of the face washer and pushed it into her vagina, rotating her hips and gasping and making gentle erotic noises as she rubbed and caressed herself.

Finally when he was done, she smiled at him, shook his cock then taking the ring in his collar again told him, “Stand,” and so she led him to the small hand basin.

Turning on the hot tap she got the face washer again, wet it with hot water then she washed his cock and balls. It was enormously sexy, to have his cock and balls washed like that, particularly when she tapped his thighs and told him to open, open wide. He spread his legs for her making himself available, exposing himself. The face washer was rinsed then again it was used all over his crutch and down the inside of his legs. It, like everything else she did, was damned erotic.

She then started to stroke his cock. “Up for it,” she said as the stroking started to harden him up, not that it needed much after what she’d been doing. “Oh yes, I can see you are. One last one for the road then. Something a little different maybe.”

She gripped his cock then pulled him along.

She led him back into the bedroom then made him stand beside the bed, back a few feet. Releasing his cock, she quickly got a fist full of belts then in seconds his legs and ankles were circled and the leather cinched up tight so he was again totally bound.

“Kneel,” she said firmly as she gripped the ring on his collar and gave it a little tug downward.

Soon he was kneeling, facing the bed, and she was naked and smiling at him as she looked down, his eyes right at crutch level. Right where he wanted to be. He could see her nipples were hard and pointy, clearly this was having an effect on her.

She moved in front of him then sat on the bed, her legs on either side of his body. Reaching forward she took the gag out of his mouth then with a firm hand on the back of his head, she pulled him forward and down. He knew what she wanted.

Some pussies were glorious, some super sharp tasting as if their owners never washed them, and others were just the opposite. He liked the ones where the labia weren’t too pronounced but there was enough of them to get a tongue around them, to suck them a little and the clit was in a lightly furred forest and available. Hers was like that.

He moved forward slowly then licked her from bottom to top, slowly, the tip of his tongue flicking in between her labia and licking her gently and sensuously. Then he circled the clit, letting his tongue play with it, twiddle it, roam around it and move all over it to excite her.

The effect was all he wanted. Her hand was on the back of his head, she leaned back, she opened her legs to him and pushed her pussy upward to get as much tongue on it as possible.

He knelt, the belts wrapped round him and gave her the best head he could. It was probably also the best he’d ever given. His girlfriends had in the past been treated to this only occasionally and even then, it had never been as good as this. This woman had the nicest tasting pussy he could remember, tasty and all girl but not overly so.

As she started to gasp, to get closer to a come, she put her hand on his head and pushed back. The gag was quickly back in his mouth and buckled tightly. “Quickly, on your back.”

He stood, which wasn’t easy strapped up like that, then he shuffled forward. With her hands on him, she guided him to be laying on is back.

She wasted not a second, she flicked her legs either side of his face. He looke dup, the end of the dildo projecting upward, here pussy gaping and open over his face. Then her hand came down and gripped the shaft, guiding the end of the dildo between her legs then seated deep inside her. She leaned down then his cock was taken in her mouth and suddenly he was getting some wonderful head as her hips rose and fell on his face.

He was as randy as hell now, this was just too much to take and like last time, just before he came, she got off him quickly then gripping his cock seated it between her legs and dropped down hard taking it all in one deep thrust, his chest came up off the bed slightly, but she pushed down as she leaned forward putting all the more pressure on their hips and making the fuck deeper and more glorious. She rose and fell, rose and fell, rose and fell then he was pushed over the edge, his come gloriously mind bending as he shook and shuddered in orgasm.

As he shook, she didn’t stop, her hips were needy, gripping him, moving from side to side as well as up and down then with a gasped “yeaaahhhhgggs oh yes,” she came also, shuddering and hunched over him, her hips gripping him tightly.

Their bodies joined at the hips lay still with him still fully inside her and neither of them were moving. “I do like a nice firm cock inside me,” she said as she rubbed her hand over his chest and the belts circling him. “I do like it a lot,” then she stroked his face.

Leaning forward she unstrapped the gag then leaning down fully she kissed him deeply, their mouths open and locked together as their tongues writhed and rubbed together.

They lay like that for a while, her on top of him, kissing, their tongues writing then the inevitability of running out of time meant she had to get up.

Taking her time she unstrapped him. Each belt she took off she rolled up then put onto her bedside table till they were all taken off, except for one she doubled over she put in her lap. Then, as he lay watching her, she took off his collar then the double dildo gag.

She picked up the doubled belt again and ran it through her hands. Like that it looked like it was designed to crack across a naughty bottom. Without thought he got up then sat beside her on the bed.

“That has got to be the most unusual night of my life.” Then as he watched her smile slightly, “also one of the best. Do you do that often?”

She smiled then put a hand on his knee, the other with the belt flicking it up in the air, draping it over their knees, playing with it. “As often as I can. Some can’t stand it, the bondage, some go all crazy then run out even with the promise of a hot fuck. You were very good.”

He put his hand on hers, then ran his hand along her knee then up the side of her chest then fondled a breast. “I’d kind of like to do that to you, you know. Have you all strapped up and take advantage.”

She lifted the belt, wrapped it round his neck and pulled him close. “I told one of my girlfriends what I like. You know what she called me?”

He shook his head, but damn hot and sexy came to mind.

“A strapubus, a bit like an incubus but using belts, straps, and takes advantage of men for my pleasure. I could be tempted to try it the other way round. Maybe,” she said as she leaned in and kissed him hard.

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Harry And The Strapubus

The Strapubus and Harry

Copyright (C) 2019 by Trikki Watson. The Strapubus is a new series based around bondage and corporal punishment in a prison for recidivist offenders. This is the first chapter.

Somehow Harry has managed to get caught every single time he’s done a break and enter or indulged in a little creative asset rearrangement as he thinks of it.

This time however, it is not Juvie he gets, it’s off to Rat Creek Reformatory. Surely it can’t be too bad?

For when only the best will do.

Prison Strap

A guaranteed Attitude Improver

Off To The Reformatory

Being in prison awaiting trial, the trial, and then the expected guilty verdict hadn’t surprised him at all.Harry had been here many times before. The only difference was that he was over twenty one now. An adult.

Neither did the trip to the facility he’d been sentenced to surprise him, but this trip felt longer than usual and interminable. Eventually the truck stopped when he heard something happening outside, then moved a little more, then stopped, then started and drove a short way. Finally it stopped with a slight bump then the engine turned off. With a feeling of slight dread he thought ‘home sweet home for the next six months.’

He heard the other prisoners being taken out of the van and finally it was his turn, he was led out by an unsmiling guard. He was in chains and as per usual sp he had to shuffle out of the van and onto the platform then stand in line. He knew the drill from all the other times he’d been inside. He assume he’d be processed, stripped and searched, showered, given clothes and read into the rules then put into a cell for the night. First night was always the worst, new smells, new sounds, and new prisoners all to get used to. Now in an adult prison he was in no doubt he would be at the bottom of the pecking order and that had its own special perils.

This time it was vastly different.

It started with the officers. To a person they were women and none of them were ugly and that was to say the least. They were all dressed in black trousers with equipment hanging off their wide belts, button up white shirts with a tie and a cap on their heads. He was standing ogling the women, as were the others as they waited.

Then it got more surreal. One by one each of them was turned around. The cuffs were taken off then a leather strap was wrapped around the wrists to bring them into the middle of their backs. The strap was connected to a steel bar that ended in another strap that went round the neck of the prisoner. The length of the bar meant it sat behind the neck and so the strap could be done up firmly. Each of them tried to move their wrists and they all found they had almost no movement possible. They could move them away from their bodies just a little but not up or down.

After that the leg irons were taken off and the prisoner was turned around again. This was different. He was used to being handcuffed. The strap around the wrists and being linked to the collar was having an effect on him though. It was slightly disturbing in a way that simple handcuffs weren’t.

This was a surreal moment as he looked around. Suddenly there were six of them standing there looking at the guards and not knowing what was happening. He whispered to the man next to him, “What’s happening? I’ve never had this before.”

The man was his own age, maybe a little older. He’d thought he was a smug bugger, maybe an old hand at this. With a bare glance of disdain, he just shrugged then ignored him. Rude, thought Harry. Then again, he might have friends inside, best not to upset absolutely anyone.

NO TALKING,” shouted one of the guards. She moved in front of him and now was face to face with him. “SILENCE,” she said again and something in her face made him keep the smart ass retort he had in mind to himself.

With that silence, the six of them looked at the three guards. At least they could walk, he thought, he’d never liked leg irons much.

The silence lingered, but eventually the door from the reception area banged open to a tall impressive guard, at least six feet tall and strongly built. She moved with a grace and power that made him immediately concerned, she looked like a fighter. But that wasn’t the thing his eyes lingered on, or the prominent bulge in her shirt from her large bust, or her attractive face.

No. It was what was in her hand as she stood looking at them and running it through her hands. It was the largest leather strap he’d ever seen. It had to be over three feet long. Two thirds of its length was a formidable piece of leather with two rows of a half dozen holes he thought he could get his pinkie finger through. The handle was a foot long and made of multiple layers of leather sandwiched together. There could only be one reason and one use for a thing like that and he had a horrible feeling he knew what it was.

My name is Ms Saunders,” the new woman said as she looked at them in turn. “And this,” she said as she lifted the strap into the air and pointed it at each of them in turn, “this is Mister Best Behavior.” She ran the strap through her hand and none of them failed to notice it was hardly bending as she pointed it at them. The business end looked like being a quarter of an inch thick and maybe three inches across.

She smiled as she caressed the leather. “Now we are a correctional reformatory for recidivist offenders under thirty who have a chance at rehabilitation. For your stay here you will be expected to be on best behavior else you will become intimately familiar with my friend.” She flicked the strap in the air.

Not only that, we have a zero tolerance policy. That is zero tolerance for every single thing. For any reason you can be sent to me for a dose of Mr Best Behavior and then bound as you are or in a hogtie for variation and that can last for hours, days or weeks even. Trust me, you will not enjoy that.”

We have many rules. These will be explained to you in printed sheets in your cell. I strongly advise you to read them carefully.”

She looked at them and took her time, their eyes on the strap as she fondled it. “The next step in your induction process is your official welcome where you get to sample our hospitality.” She was positively grinning as she said that. Then she continued. “This is delivered by me of course, and my special friend here.” She flicked the strap up into the air again for emphasis, the meaning clear. They were getting strapped. Harry’s ass went cold at that thought, but his heart started to race and he felt the color going up to his face.

What? YOU CAN’T DO THAT” said the man beside him looking indignant. He’d thought the guy was a bit full of himself, not talking to him before. He clearly had some social justice thoughts happening. Truth be told, he had his own thoughts but again something made him keep quiet. Luckily. Also no one else said anything either so their trouble-radar must have been triggered also.

Ms Saunders nodded to a guard. The guard went to a desk then from a box pulled out something he thought he’d seen before on the internet. The guard went straight to the man beside him, “Open up,” she said as she lifted it to his mouth. He took one look and refused, shook his head and made it difficult for the guard as he struggled.

A second guard joined in then it was only a matter of time. One guard held his shoulders, the other pinched his nose making him open his mouth in surprise. That was enough, the ball gag was shoved into his mouth then seconds later the strap was behind his head and buckled.

Ms Saunders walked up to him, she tapped his chest with the strap, “Now here is your first lesson. Any sign of rudeness, any shout against any guard, any hint of insubordination is punished. Any resistance, any refusal to obey an order from anyone here results in punishment. You,” she said as she tapped his chest again, “your welcome will now be twelve strokes. If you resist it will be doubled again and trust me, two dozen of my friend here will be something you won’t forget.” She smiled at them all, “And guess who will be going first.”

Two guards grabbed his arms then the pulled him toward an open door but he wasn’t keen on the idea. “Follow,” said Ms Saunders to the others. Then she added as she walked up to the gagged prisoner, “If you resist we’ll just make it two dozen right now.” That had an effect, the gagged prisoner stopped his efforts to resist, instantly.

The remaining five of them looked at each other for a moment, then as one they decided resistance was futile. This was not looking good.

The room they entered was austere. It had multiple doors in the walls but no windows. In the rear of the room was a wooden structure with a flat leather top. Hanging off it were a collection of wide leather straps, waiting for a victim to be strapped down. It was clearly a punishment horse, a whipping horse, and they all knew who was going to be riding it.

Ms Saunders addressed the gagged prisoner, “Go to the whipping horse, put your feet against the legs then follow instructions. Quickly now.” She looked at all of them in turn, “And if you resist your punishment will double. Your choice. I’m happy either way, but going to two dozen would make me happier.” She grinned as she flicked the strap up and down.

The gagged man looked wildly around, assessing his options, looked at the strap and the woman holding it but there were no options that looked any better. With a clear lack of enthusiasm he walked forward then did as told.

Two guards wrapped straps around his ankles then buckled them. One pushed him in the back with a command, “Bend,” which he did, not that he had much choice. A strap was buckled over the small of his back and in seconds he was presented. Almost. A guard gripped the top of his tracksuit pants and in one pull, had it around his knees. The other guard did the same to his underpants. With that a bright white pair of buttocks was looking out at them all, a shining white target Harry thought.

Ms Saunders walked forward. She stepped to one side and behind him, the strap out at the end of her arm so it went half way across his bottom, the end finishing at the butt crack.

Not a word was spoken. No one was looking anywhere else. The inevitability of the punishment was riveting all their eyes to the tableau. That and the inevitable strapping of themselves, each prisoner thought. At a time like this, self preservation and the state  of their butts was foremost in their thoughts.

With deceptive slowness and grace the strap was pulled back and behind Ms Saunders. She looked like a strong and powerful woman, and then it was proven. The strap paused at the end of her arm, held far out from her body, her body coiled up like a spring, her legs bent, her body tense. Then in a blur she unwound and the strap whooshed forward with a high pitched swish that ended in a gunshot loud crack as it lashed across the bared bottom.

The effect on the bound man was instant and frantic. It made him tense his whole body, to try to lift off the horse, to shake and quiver all over and thrash against the straps holding him fast. The gag prevented the cry he wanted to make, probably a scream, so that all that came out was an indistinct gurgle.

The effect on his bottom was pronounced though. There was now a three inch wide band of red across the middle of his butt, going from one side to the other.

Al the other prisoners were watching it with rapt attention and not a little fear. This would be them soon. Harry looked at the other guards and noticed something disturbing. They were all smiling, all of them looking a little excited at the spectacle.

Gentlemen,” Ms Saunders said into the near silence, the only sound being the man on the whipping horse moving against the straps and the occasional sound that got past the gag strapped into his mouth. “You see how well Mr Best Behavior works. A perfect stroke like that leaves a perfect band across the butt. At this moment he is trying to ease the pain as he squirms. But nothing helps. It will feel like a red hot poker is sitting on his butt but worst of all, he knows there is plenty more to come and there is  nothing he can do about it.”

They all looked on in horror. Were they all getting this?

Ms Saunders took her time. She put the strap against the still quaking bottom then pulled it back behind her again. Again Ms Saunders worked her body into a powerful and efficient means to deliver that wickedly painful looking strap to the bared bottom.

Again she moved in a blur with the leather streaking around ending in a gunshot crack as the strap painted another band of red just above the first. Again the bound recipient thrashed around against the straps but there was nowhere to go and nothing to be done about it. He was getting a strapping come what may.

Ms Saunders said nothing as she ran the strap through her hands, watching, feeling the leather with a slight smile on her face. She stood looking at the man shaking the horse as he lay strapped down. She let time pass as they all watched the performance of the prisoner on the whipping horse.

Then the third stroke was laid on below the first. Now the whole of his butt was painted bright red. Each stroke had hardly overlapped, the three strokes spread out like that covering and painting the presented bottom a fine red color.

Gentlemen, if he had been quiet and accepted what was to happen, he would now be half way there.” She smiled at them, “When it’s your turn on the horse, remember that. It could have been worse.” That didn’t help any of them.

Ms Saunders then took her time. She measured up, she waited a moment with the strap against his bottom, then she pulled it back and far behind herself. Swiveling around like a spring unwinding the strap cracked again and this time it was in the center of the bottom, on top of the first stroke. That was to be her technique; three strokes to cover the bottom, then the second set of three going over the top.

If the prisoner on the horse had been reacting strongly before, that was nothing compared to how he lurched against the straps holding him in position this time. His body shook the horse, the frame moving visibly as his shrieks of pain swallowed by the gag.

Taking her time, the fifth stroke was laid on above, then the sixth was lashed below that middle stroke. Now the whole of his bottom was bright red and looking angry, each art of it having taken two hugely painful strokes.

Half way there,” said Ms Saunders as she swished the strap through the air just like a cat swishing its tail.

She walked in front of the bound man so he could see her, the strap in her hand swinging from side to side all the time. “Do you want me to stop?” she asked him happily as she bent down to be face to face with him.

His head nodded up and down frantically and something could be heard from around the gag. It sounded like he was begging her, wanting, pleading, promising anything but another six strokes like the last six.

She smiled as she looked him in the eyes, “Well I can’t,” she said as she patted his face, “you’ve got six to come. Now that I’ve warmed up, I think I’ll make these harder. Full strength this time.”

That produced more shaking of the wooden horse and shaking of the head along with muffled pleas for her to stop. But it made no difference, Ms Saunders didn’t care what he said. This was all for show.

Ms Saunders walked back behind the bound man, off to one side just the same as for the last set of six. She extended the strap at the end of her arm till it was covering just the near buttock, just like every other time. It took her very little time to get ready.

Nice and hard this time,” she said quietly as she measured up the strap across the waiting quivering red striped bottom.

The ‘crack’ when it came was far louder and more crisp than before. None of the new prisoners believed it could be any harder, but it was.

Same as before the first was across the middle of the bottom on the already red surface. This stroke being the hardest of them all left its own even deeper red band of sting shining among all the others, the three inch band of pain clearly visible.

It was the third stroke to the center of his butt and it clearly hurt.

The effect on the prisoner was all it should have been. He surged in the straps, the horse moving violently as he shuddered and shook, his body writhing in pain. The gurgles getting past the gag sounded like one long scream.

Ms Saunders didn’t delay this time. The next ‘crack’ sounded only a half dozen seconds later and left a new more red band above the previous, then seconds later another ‘crack’ of strap on bottom laid a band of red perfectly completing the surface. The whole butt for three times the width of the strap was now blazing red.

Ms Saunders had waited after each of the previous sets of three, but this time she did not. She kept right on. This was to be a punishment, and a punishment she would deliver.

The next stroke to the middle, the one above then the one below each lifted the bound prisoner to new heights of frantic movement against the straps on the horse. Now the color was fire engine red and looked as painful as the bound prisoner was making out by his movements. This was not a lesson he’d ever forget. Nor would any of the other prisoners either.

Ms Saunders walked back in front of the prisoner and bent down till she was looking into his eyes again. “That was a dozen. If you are insolent, rude, resist or disobey I’ll have you back again for another dozen.” She stroked his face, getting his full attention. “But that’s not the best of it. I’ll make it two dozen if you annoy me in any way. Just imagine that, you get twice as many strokes. The best part is we won’t be in any hurry then. I can leave you strapped down for five minutes between each dozen and get one of the officers to massage your butt so you can feel the second set properly. Would you like that? Hmm?” she asked.

The prisoner shook his head frantically, clearly not wanting any more.

Good, you get the idea,” she said, “when we let you up, behave. I promise I can give you another dozen, or two dozen, straight way if you annoy me or any of the guards in any way.”

All the other prisoners listened carefully to that. None of them wanted a dozen and two dozen was a bridge none of them wanted to cross. This Ms Saunders liked her strap far too much.

Ms Saunders stood then nodded to one of the officers. The bound prisoner was unstrapped then he was helped up. Clearly the strapping had left him exhausted the way he slumped between them.

It was a strange sight, the tracksuit had now fallen down around his ankles so his privates were on display and when he was turned around, the bright red bottom along with his bound hands in the middle of his back leading up to the collar completed the image.

Who’s next? Any volunteers?” asked Ms Saunders happily as she ran the strap through her hands. “You all get a welcoming six of the best so you might as well get used to the idea.”

Harry saw the man beside him step forward, slowly, looking totally nervous. With shaking steps he approached the wooden horse and waited as his ankles were strapped to the legs of the horse. When that was done he didn’t wait, he bent at the waist then the broad strap was run over his back and bound him to the horse.

Excellent,” said Ms Saunders. “I do like a willing victim for my friend here,” as his tracksuit and briefs were pulled down.

This time the strapping was quick. The six strokes were laid on firmly but not quite at the same intensity as the last six for the previous prisoner. Even then, these strokes still had a huge effect. The prisoner shook, he waggled his hips and his bottom between strokes. Since he wasn’t gagged, he also shouted out loudly with each stroke, his “yaaggghhh” coming at the instant of the crisp crack of the strap on his bottom. As the strokes progressed, his shouts got louder and more strident.

It only took a minute for his welcoming strapping, a minute of loud shouts and gunshot cracks of prison strap on inmate bottom.

Good,” said Ms Saunders, “no swearing. If you swear I double up. Oh. I forgot to mention that. No matter.”

The prisoner was now standing with his tracksuit around his ankles, beside the other prisoner, their privates on display.

Next,” said Ms Saunders. Another prisoner stepped forward and quickly he was strapped down, his bottom exposed then six strokes of the strap laid on. The recipe was quickly followed and now there were three men side by side, each with glowing red bottoms and their privates on display.

There were only three of them remaining now, three unstrapped prisoners and none of them wanted to go next.

Quickly,” said Ms Saunders. “Either one of you steps forward right now or I call this insubordination and double up for a dozen each. I do like giving a good solid dozen.”

The man beside Harry stepped forward and was duly strapped down, bared then Ms Saunders gave him his six. the inevitability of it all was getting to Harry.

Soon it would be his turn.

Harry's Prison Strapping

And now it was Harry and one other who remained. He looked at the other man.

He looked at Ms Saunders holding her strap looking at them. He really didn’t want a dozen like he’d seen. That was too damned much.

He felt his throat close over slightly then he stepped forward. He was almost vomiting in stress, his body shaking, his heart hammering in his chest. He walked on shaky legs to the wooden horse then put his legs where the other men had.

The feeling of the straps around his ankles was remarkably comforting, he didn’t mind that at all. It felt strangely almost erotic with the leather circling his bare leg, pulled tight to the frame. With this hands strapped firmly in the middle of his back and connected to the collar it was an odd feeling.

Unlike the other prisoners he wasn’t pushed down and strapped to the horse before his pants and briefs were pulled down. The guard noticed something he was desperate to not be seen.

The thoughts of covering up his excitement were cut short when his tracksuit then briefs were pulled down exposing him to the cool air. Then he heard it, the guard was sniggering, “Ms Saunders, I think this one is looking forward to it.”

To his shame he knew exactly what she was looking at. He had an erection, and standing like he was, it was plain for all to see. Dammit all to hell, it was embarrassing and it only got worse when Ms Saunders walked over then had a look.

Not bad,” she said, “we get a few in here who don’t mind a touch of the leather. Seems to set them off nicely.” To make matters worse she rubbed her strap on his bottom, the touch of the leather cold against this butt but again oddly erotic. It only served to make his cock harder. “Lay down and I’ll do my best to make it memorable.”

He bent at the waist then the strap was pulled over his back and buckled, pulling him down to the leather top of the horse, his face full of the leather and its strong scent.

He hadn’t realized it before, but the stap over his back pulled the steel rod between his collar and wrists down against his body. Previously he could move his hands just a little up and down, now they were trapped and held tight. Movement was impossible.

He looked forward along the top of the whipping horse, his chin sitting on the leather covered top. Then he saw it and noticed it for the first time. There was a mirror in front of him. That really didn’t help at all.

He watched as Ms Saunders walked behind and to one side of him. He saw her extend her arm with the strap in it then he felt it touch his bottom. It tapped one cheek, the near cheek to Ms Saunders. The sight of her with the strap in her hand didn’t make him go down at all, worse, it seemed to make him harder and more excited if anything.

Then it happened. Ms Saunders put the strap far behind herself and with bent legs she wound up. He felt his butt tingling in anticipation, his legs shaking slightly.

He could hardly watch, it was deeply terrifying, then he felt the instant sting and the gunshot crack both at the same time. Unlike the other prisoners, he didn’t scream or shout out loud. He gave a gasp, the pain was certainly extraordinary, but it wasn’t that bad. The sting morphed into red hot heat over a few seconds, then it penetrated deeper and deeper into him making him gasp and pant. He rotated his hips, he tried to put his hands down to massage his bum cheeks but he couldn’t move them at all. He tried to lift up but he was strapped down tight.

Then he felt it. The strap was on his bottom again. Then the tap. Then seconds later the crack brought a renewed deep sting and again the heat built and built. Unlike last time he didn’t even gasp, he just moaned, he sighed, then he panted again as he felt the sting morph into something else, something new.

As he lay strapped down, trying to move against the straps, feeling the sting increase and the fire in his rear building and building, he felt something strange morph into him. He moaned again as he felt it deep inside him. He felt as if what he was experiencing was necessary, was what he needed. He moaned again, louder. This was strange.

Then the crack and the sting surprised him. He’d been so intent on how he was feeling and what he was thinking that time had fled. He hardly gasped, though his whole bottom was now one large red hot band of sting and the heat was getting deep into him.

That was three. He knew that as he moved against the straps and felt himself floating.

He lay strapped down, waiting for the next stroke but it didn’t come. Instead Ms Saunders was now in front of him, bending down, looking into his eyes. She was remarkably attractive was his first thought, and scary was his second.

She lifted the strap she was holding till it was beside his face, “You need this, you know you do,” she said quietly. Her other hand stroked his face gently.

Against his will he looked down and saw the bulge in her blouse, the large breasts heaving in the exertion she’d put in.

Want to make it a dozen? Nice and hard? You can really feel them. I can gag you if you like, it adds to the whole thing to be gagged when you take a strapping that you really want and need.”

He honestly thought about it. It would be something to boast about, voluntarily taking an extra six of that wicked strap from Ms Saunders, but his arse was hurting like hell and dammit all, the heat was doing something strange. He could feel his cock hardening up again. Just having that woman in his face, looking at her and smelling her scent was doing his head in.

I can’t Ms Saunders, it hurts so much, I’ve never had this before.” He almost sobbed at the end.

She stroked his face as she looked into his eyes, “Never mind. We can try again another day. Three to go.” Then the whispered so only he could hear, “Hard or soft? Ask for them hard and you’ll get a special reward.”

He thought about it for a moment. A reward? A special reward? She was extraordinarily sexy in an amazingly scary way. “Hard please Ms,” just came out of his mouth.

Ms Saunders stood then returned to be behind and to one side of him. “I’ll make these extra hard, just what you need,” she said loudly, and then he felt the strap on his butt cheek as she measured up.

The crack when it came made him thrash around in the straps, move his hips from side to side, made him shout out “OHH,” then as the sting morphed into a deep penetrating head, an “AHH ahhh,” that faded gradually into a panting moan.

His hips were shaking from side to side, then he felt the strap on his butt again.

Push back naughty boy,” Ms Saunders said, “push back, invite my strap, ask me for it. Make your butt invite the leather.”

Against his will he shook his hips from side to side then pushing as hard as he could, he did what Ms Saunders told him. He was pushing against the straps as hard as he could, feeling the leather of the restraining straps bite into him, then he felt the Ms Saunder’s strap, felt it withdrawn. Just a few seconds later there was that same loud crack and sting. This time he gasped and shook, the pain and heat merged into one deep feeling that he wanted this. That and the strange feeling deep down that was getting stronger, something inside him was inviting it, needed it.

His hips shook but butt from side to side, then again, against his will he pushed his butt back out to Ms Saunders. He invited the leather.

She took advantage of it. Without tapping his butt, she wound up and gave him the mightiest stroke yet, the hardest of any she’d given and this time it brought a “YAHH,” from his lungs. Over a few seconds, this changed to a deeper “Ooohhh,” as it sank into him.

The sting, the experience, the straps binding him down engulfed him. He was sent, spent, in another space, the flaming heat in his butt sending him into a new place.

He found himself moving against the straps and at that moment he felt it. His cock had been dribbling pre-cum on the leather of the horse and now moving from side to side he found he had a boner that was approaching bursting point. That would be the living end so he lay as still as he could and hoped like hell they unstrapped him and soon. He also prayed his boner went down before then but the way it was feeling, that wasn’t going to happen.

The straps from his ankles were released then the one across his back. Two officers lifted him up but the problem remained. His cock was rock hard and pointing straight up. His eyes went down in horror and there it was also, a wet patch on the leather of the horse.

Ms Saunders walked forward with her strap in her hand swinging happily beside her leg. “Well, well, well,” she said as she smiled, looking at him. “Maybe we should have made it a dozen. The effect was not what it should have been. Never mind, next time.”

She looked down at the wet spot on the horse, then at his face. Then she looked at his cock then she looked into his eyes again and gave him a lightning quick wink and a slight smile.

Shuffling his feet with the tracksuit pants and briefs round his ankles he joined the others standing watching the proceedings. He noticed his was the only erection also and that just made his face go beetroot red.

The last man had to be told to ‘present to the horse else it’s a nice hard dozen for insubordination’ from Ms Saunders. Everyone knew she meant it so he walked forward then was reluctantly strapped down and had his butt bared for the strap.

His strapping was a repeat of all the others, maybe a little quicker, but the effect was exactly the same. Ms Saunders measured up then she powered the strap around and across the waiting bottom. The red band appeared instantly, his strident shout of pain filled the room, then it was repeated time and again a few seconds apart. The red band in the middle was joined with one above, then one below. Then a few seconds later the band in the middle was made far deeper by the second stroke on top and his shout confirmed it hurt. Then the bands of red above and below were also painted in and now his butt was fire engine red and Ms Saunders had a happy look on her face, her eyes gleaming.

When the six of them were lined up, all of them with throbbing butts and their privates exposed with their trousers and briefs round their ankles Ms Saunders walked to and fro in front of them, looking at each of them in turn. She ran the strap through her hands continually as she looked at them. She felt the leather and she bent it this way and that. Clearly she enjoyed her work.

So. That is your welcome strapping. If you get a single black mark, a single complaint, a single instance of rudeness or insolence you might as well present yourself to me because you will get another six. Each time you will get another six each and every time.”

She lifted the strap in the air then caught it when it came down. “That is unless I give you a dozen. I prefer a dozen. It works better, you remember better and I can really get to the seat of the problem.”  She smiled as she said that,

She moved in front of the gagged man who’d had a dozen and still looked broken and in pain, his hips not stopped moving slightly the whole time.

She tapped his chest with the strap. “If you resist then it is an automatic dozen and you can see how well the gag works.” She tapped him on the chest again, “Guards, take them to their rooms and settle them in for the night. Prisoners, there is another rule you don’t know yet. The guards will help you with that.”

One by one the guards lifted their briefs and trousers. In his case when the guard bent she was at eye level with his still aching erection. “Ms Saunders, this one still has a problem.” Then when his briefs and trousers were in place, he felt better. Dammit, why was his cock so hard, but he thought the knew. While his ass was throbbing from the strapping, the heat went right through him to the other side and it was making him as randy as hell. As soon as they freed his hands, he was for sure giving himself a hand job.

Ms Saunders was watching him. She only nodded.

Follow,” said a guard who left through a door in the rear of the room. No way were they going to disobey or cause any trouble with their flaming butts reminding them of the penalty.

They trooped along and followed her, through another sliding steel bar door then they were in a long corridor with cells on either side, in the cell block proper. After their welcome and seeing the results of any kind of resistance, none of them was going to do anything to bring attention and the guaranteed strapping that would result.

You five, stand and watch,” said one guard. She opened a cell door then led the gagged prisoner inside. The cell was pretty much the same as all the others he’d been in, a bed, a small toilet area, a desk and a single book on the desk. Probably a diary or the bible Harry thought.

The guard unstrapped the prisoner’s collar then let the steel rod fall down toward his bottom, the strap through the end open and hanging down. “Lay down on your face on the bed,” she said.

The prisoner did as told and shuffled a little till his head was on the pillow and his body in the middle of the bed.

The guard bent, “Legs back, back behind you by your butt,” she said brusquely. The prisoner complied then the guard took the strap that had been around his neck and moving the bar she brought the strap at the end round so she could wrap both his ankles in what had been the collar.

There,” she said. “On a punishment night we hogtie you if you get extra.” The guard took a chain down from the wall and clipped it onto the bar between his wrists and ankles. She shortened it at the other end till he had zero freedom. He was on his face, hogtied and chained in the middle of the bed.

Then she added, “We also hogtie you if we feel like it, for fun, and for our pleasure. Same for the gag.” She looked at them looking at the man on the bed unable to move. “We’ll take you out at seven am. Have a good night,” then they all trooped out of the room.

The next cell was Harry’s he found as the guard took him inside. “You just got a welcoming. You can sleep on your front or back. You choose.”

On my back please ma’am,” he said.

With that the strap around his neck was released as was the one round his wrists. The guard walked in front and again the strap was around his neck, the bar now going from the front of the collar at his neck down to his waist. The guard lifted his wrists and the strap was wrapped around them and tightened. He was again bound tightly, this time with his hands held just above his waist.

A push on his chest sent sent him back to his bed. He sat then lay down. The guard looked down at him, “You just got a welcome. No hogtie but you stay in restraints for the night. Sweet dreams,” and she even added a wink.

When the door closed he lay on his back. This wasn’t the best position he realized. His bright red flaming strapped butt was against the bed and stinging but again and almost worse, his boner as back with a vengeance. No way could he get his hands near it, and he tried. If he moved his hands at all the bar to the collar stopped anything more than an inch or two of movement.

As he lay he thought about the day so far. It had not been his best. The way the other guy had been treated for complaining and resisting was a harsh lesson. Being in a hogtie like that, unable to even roll from side to side and with a ball gag in his mouth was something that he was thinking about more than he should. It just went round in his mind and added to the heat in his butt and his aching cock from the strapping.

Lights out happened a little later and there was dead silence in the prison. He’d been in places where the noise increased up to be almost deafening at lights out. Not here. He guessed that Ms Saunders and her strap would see to that. He wondered how they would find out who was making all the noise? What was the punishment for that. He guessed the gag would be used and probably the hogtie after a strapping. Then he had a worrying thought, would one or two of them making a noise get them ALL a strapping, a gag and hogtie? He had a feeling that Ms Saunders would do exactly that.

He tried to sleep. The trauma of the last few hours went round and round in his mind, but eventually he drifted off.

The Strapubus and the Special Reward

Some time during the night a sound woke him. He looked around in the dim light and then saw he wasn’t alone in the cell, and the smell confirmed it. Perfume.

He heard movement, clothes moving, then a face was beside his in the darkness. “Want your special reward?” and now he knew. It was Ms Saunders. With that thought his boner was starting to wake again.

Ms Saunders, what reward?” he asked and hoping like hell it was what he was thinking Ms Saunders wanted.

The question was answered when he felt her hand on the front of his tracksuit pants. It moved over the fabric and it rubbed his erection shifting it into a rock hard tumescence. “Guess,” she said, “but I get to come first.” With that the erotic stroking stopped and the hand was on the side of his face. “Quickly now,  yes or no else I’ll try next door.”

That was the last thing he wanted. “Yes please Ms Saunders. Oh God yes please.”

With that Ms Saunders stood then seconds later his tracksuit pants were off, as were his briefs and now his erection was pointing straight up. “One small thing,” she said which he took to mean the condom was going on. But she surprised him.

Instead he felt her grab his ankles then something was wrapped round them and buckled tightly. He tried to move his legs but couldn’t as he was tightly bound. Then the same thing happened to his knees. Suddenly he couldn’t move his legs at all. “One more,” she said as she leaned over him, her chest near his face, the clothed breasts looming nicely. “Lift up a little,” she said.

He lifted as best he could which was enough, as she quickly pushed something under him. Then she lifted the ends and he knew what it was. She’d run a belt, a strap, under his body and pulling the ends she buckled it over his chest. Now the steel bar linking his wrists to his collar was strapped down. He tried, but he couldn’t lift his hands at all now. They were pressed against his front, unable to move.

Then she moved back and he heard her stripping off, her form only slightly visible in the near darkness.  But it was enough to see she was absolutely as desirable as he’d thought.

A few seconds later she mounted him but not in the way he expected. She was squatting over his face, her naked pussy right over his mouth. A few hip movements, a few shuffles then she settled down after saying, “Lick me good.”

He lay transfixed. His wrists bound, his ankles and knees bound and this woman squatting on his face was a lot to absorb, the surprise of it was making him feel unable to cope.

Then he felt her moving her hips rubbing her pussy over his mouth and nose, and seconds later she gripped his cock. “Ahh,” he said for a moment then the pussy pushed down silencing him. The warm moist pussy engulfed him, her scent filling his nostrils.

Against his will he opened his mouth. The feeling of her stroking his cock was enough to make him do anything, even this. He extended his tongue and ran it up and down her pussy, running it from side to side to side then up and down again. Ms Saunders moved slightly, angled herself where she wanted then he understood. He opened his mouth as wide as he could then pushed his tongue out and found the tight little spot he knew she wanted worked. He pushed his tongue into her then she gasped. He ran his tongue around and around. He pulled it out then pushed it up and in and rimmed her vagina.

This had an effect. She surged against him, she gasped, she shook all over. It didn’t take long at all till she let out a low moan and shook all over, her hips moving like she was being electrocuted, jumping and surging rhythmically.

She’d come. She quietened her frantic movements then she just moved her hips up and down along his face so he could lick her all over, slowly. Against his will he was now enjoying this. Warm wet woman pussy had never been on his radar for giving oral, but now the effect had him going. It felt infinitely erotic to bring her off, to tongue her secret place and bring her pleasure.

After a few minutes of that she got off his face then lay down beside him. “Not bad,” she said as she wrapped an arm around his chest then put a leg up and over his hips, pushing down on his cock. It felt brilliant to have the warm woman against him, and electric to have that piece of thigh against his rock hard boner. If he could move, just a little, he knew he’d blast off a load all over the both of them.

My girlfriends call me the ‘strapubus’ because I love giving a strapping, and I love having my men bound with leather straps. It’s just so nice to be able to mount them and use them for my own needs. How was it for you? The strapping and this?”

His cock was hurting. Pressed against the soft woman’s leg it felt so damn good but he wanted to be inside her, desperately. “Ms Saunders it hurt like hell but for some reason I got a boner. You saw it. I have no idea why. This is fantastic. I want you.” That was all he could get out of his mouth. He’d never been one to chat up the ladies, and now with her against him it was even more impossible to string two sentences together.

She ran her hand over his face. Then she leaned up a little and moved till her breasts were in his face. She moved her shoulders from side to side so the nipples alternated to tap his mouth and the large woman scented globes moved all over his face. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever had in his life.

Good. I’ll mount you and fuck you senseless but I have a strict rule here in the prison. You get a dozen of my belt. Nice and hard. On top of the strapping it will hurt but it’s not as bad as my prison strap.” She moved her breasts all over his face, taking her time, rubbing herself against him. “Want me?”

He didn’t want a belt strapping but he desperately wanted a fuck. “Yes please Ms Saunders,” just came out of his mouth. Another strapping was not what he wanted but the taste of pussy, the smell of the woman and her private places were all driving him nearly mad with desire.

She got off the bed then went to the pile of the clothes on the floor. He watched as she pulled the wide belt out then folded it in half. She moved back to the bed. “Roll over,” she said, then she added, “I brought a gag. Want that? It adds to the whole experience. I’ll fuck you with it in if you want?”

He thought about it. Watching that other guy get his strapping with the gag in had been arousing in a disturbing way. Now the offer was feeling the same but also attractive. Why not? “Yes please Ms Saunders,” he said before he could regret it. The strapping from the belt would be bad enough. This was heading into full on kink so he might as well embrace it.

Seconds later he felt her pressing something into his mouth. He opened and suddenly it was full of something solid yet rubbery. He ran his tongue around it as much as he could. It took little time to realize it was a ball gag, and in that time she pulled the strap behind his head and it was buckled. He tried to spit it out, he tried pushing on it, he moved his head but nothing made any difference.

He was experimenting with the ball gag, feeling it, when heat blazed on his butt cheeks and a loud crack broke the silence of the darkened cell.

This time the strapping was far more mild than what he’d had from Mister Best Behavior, but it was still challenging. The belt didn’t land anywhere near as hard but the sting was similarly infernal. On top of the prison strapping, it made him rear up, open his mouth around the ball gag and grunt loudly.

Ms Saunders powered six down hard and fast. He was grunting, moving back and forward on the bed, shaking all over as the belt lashed him.

“That’s six,” she said into his ear. “All the other men on the cell block can hear it. Some of them have had it, some want it, and some dread it. How’s it for you?”

He lay as the heat from the belt strapping worked into him. Half way. Dammit, another six to go. But that was not the worst of it. His boner was raging now, pushed into the bed like this and with the friction from his movement he thought he’d come if he wasn’t careful. That was the last thing he wanted. He wanted to be inside that woman, her tits in his face as he blasted his load.

He nodded as best he could then he squirmed slightly. It wasn’t easy, far from that, but he managed to pull his knees down a little and do a half kneel so his hips were off the bed a few inches. At least he wasn’t rubbing against the damn bed now.

“Good,” said Ms Saunders. “Push it out for my belt. My belt loves to kiss bared naughty boys butts.”

And so it did. Ms Saunders powered down another six of the best, clearly delivering them as hard as she could. With the gag in his mouth he couldn’t make any noise so he heard her grunt slightly in the effort she put in. It sounded a little like a tennis player grunting during a serve when they put in all their energy. And so it was with the belt. Each stroke made a super loud crack he heard echo out through his door and into the cell block. None of the other prisoners would not have heard it and he was sure they’d all know.

When it was over he was shaking all over, his hips rolling and quivering from the strapping and he was covered in sweat. She’d nearly damn exhausted him.

Collapsing back down on the bed his boner was at half mast or less. He was getting his breath, regaining his composure as she rolled him over in bed. He looked up at her, at her huge hanging breasts and the small thatch between her legs and slowly his boner returned.

Ms Saunders sat on the bed beside him then she wrapped her hand round his boner. “Time to put you to work,” she said as she wanked him slowly and gently. She moved her hand up and down a few times and now he was rock solid again.

This time when she took her hand off he saw her tear open a condom and quickly it was pulled over him. “Extra thick and ribbed,” she said with a slight laugh. “Too thin and you pop off too quickly and that will never do. Nice and thick will slow you down a little.”

With that she mounted him, quickly. A hand gripped his cock, it was pointed straight up then she straddled and sank down on it, taking his full length in one hard downward thrust.

It was lucky he was gagged. He would have shouted out with the sudden flaring of the welts on his butt from her weight on his hips. Then he would have shouted again from the feeling of being inside her, right up to the hilt, his now hot cock throbbing in the rubber condom, deep inside the woman.

He convulsed. His hands tried hard to reach out and grip her round the waist so he could lift up and fuck her. That or reach up and cup her breasts, that would have been good too. But he couldn’t do either. His hands were strapped together, connected to the bar up to the strap around his neck.

Instead she fucked him and she did it for her pleasure. She rocked from side to side for a moment, chewing on his cock, her vaginal muscled gripping him tightly as she rocked. “Yes,” she said slowly.

Then she leaned forward, her huge breasts up near his face as she lay down and pressed herself down on him, his cock trapped inside her as she leaned down. Then she rubbed herself against him.

He knew what that was, her clit was standing up and she wanted to rub it against him, so he obliged as much as he could. That had an effect, “Ohhh yes,” she said then she lifted up for a moment then fell back down again, rubbing his cock nicely with the fuck even though the thick condom deadened the feeling slightly.

Slowly she fucked him, up then down, up then down, then she leaned forward and rubbed her clit against him for a moment.  Then she rotated her hips to chew on his length. Then she repeated it. Time and again she repeated it. Watching her take her time, building in intensity as her breasts swayed from side to side and with his red hot raging butt, this was the most erotic time of his life.

Neither of them could last long. She gasped a high pitched almost-shriek as she quivered, her whole body convulsing on the end of his cock, her vagina clamping with surprising strength on him as she moved. That sent him over the edge. He pushed against her with all his might, his hips spearing himself up and into her, his cock seeking every bit of friction it could get. As he shook and convulsed against her, the gag in his mouth silenced most of his gasps and what did get past the ball gag sounded distinctly like an animal. And it was. He was so deep into the orgasm all he felt was his cock and the red hot butt flaming making him come harder and harder. Even the straps around his wrists and legs added to the power of the orgasm making his hips push up even harder.

After an eternity he came down from the orgasm, he lay still and looked at the woman on top of his. She was quite still now, her eyes closed and she was holding herself up off his chest with her arms. Her hips were still pushed down on him and his completely spent cock, milked of all his desire was deflating as her vagina gripped it.

Then she lay down on top of him, her face beside his as she relaxed fully. “Oh yes, that was good,” she said as she lay there pressed against him. He thought it was pretty damned good also, almost good enough to take another prison strapping but his ass was still red raw.

Then he wondered if this was going to happen again and only happened after a strapping?

With a momentary flash of jealousy he realized he would not be alone in what happened. He had a feeling Ms Saunders liked using her strap far too much and that got her going, needy. After lights out she needed to finish off so a prisoner with red hot buns was a good choice.

The First Day

The next morning he woke in bed, unable to move his hands and his butt was throbbing. Not only that, his cock was almost rock hard and pointing up like a compass needle. Trying to move his legs he remembered Ms Saunders had strapped them together and the gag in his mouth made him remember everything. That made his cock even harder.

He was debating weather or not he should roll over and rub his hips to orgasm when his door was opened. He looked up to see the guard almost laughing, “No need to ask what you’ve been up to. Was it good?” He saw she was looking at his midsection, his cock tenting his tracksuit pants up.

All he could do was nod.

This was going to be an interesting time in Rat Creek Reformatory with the strapubus.