My Shame Pt 04

I sat there chained up in the nude after Mendez left. It was an uncomfortable position, and I started to sweat. It was just me and the young receptionist. She sat there and stared at me for several seconds. Then she blurted, "Never heard of that before... a maximum caning AND a maximum whipping! Damn. You're gonna be sorry you jacked off in front of those girls." In my shame I tried to avoid eye contact. She could sense my embarrassment from being naked before yet another clothed woman. "And no clothes allowed for you. You're gonna be nude 24/7 until your punishment. That is in two days. Two days stark nekkid! Better get used to being the only naked guy in the room! Especially when you are begging them to stop the pain in front of a crowded auditorium!"

I remained silent. Better to not encourage her.

"There are two others coming in today. They are both minors, which is anyone under 21 in the case of corporal punishment. Since they are minors, they are allowed to stay clothed. Their punishments are private, so they will happen today and then they go home. And they are each allowed to bring a parent or guardian. So that's four more people you get to expose yourself to. You should be happy, perv! Let's see..." She looked at her computer screen. "You will soon be joined by an 18 year old female who is getting 2 cane strokes for breaking and entering, and a 19 year old female getting 3 strokes of the whip to her back for aggravated assault. And it says here one is bringing her mother and the other an older sister as their escorts. They're going to shit when they walk in here and see you chained up stark raving naked! Ha!" she taunted me.

I ignored her. But those punishments seemed awfully light compared to mine. What the hell?!

I remained in this uncomfortable position for several minutes, my pasty, white, sweating flesh on full display in the bright fluorescent light. It was surreal, sitting there in a place open to the public, chained up buck naked. Anyone could walk in at any time if they wished. The receptionist stared at my inadequate sex organs, which were thrust forward. I had no way to hide, since my legs were pulled far back under the bench, my hands were fixed behind my back, and I was facing her reception window. She leaned forward, placed both elbows on her desk, and rested her chin in her hands as she continued to leer at my genitals. She gave a wry smile. "Sex offenders always seem to have the smallest cocks. But yours takes the cake! Ha! That thing is so TINY!" she cackled. I stared at the ground in shame.

Just then, the door swung open and a slim, blonde, middle-aged woman walked in with her even more blonde teen daughter in tow. They immediately gasped and stopped in their tracks.

"I'm sorry," she blurted. "Is this the Women's Punishment Center?" They both stared at the startlingly naked man chained a few steps away. I continued to look down, avoiding eye contact and trying to hide my facial identity.

The receptionist quickly responded. "You're in the right place. Please come up to the counter."

The blonde mother and daughter looked at each other, puzzled, then hesitantly walked up to the reception window.

"Ignore him. He is getting caned and whipped in the nude in two days. And the judge ordered it be done in front of an audience. Since they can't do that at the Men's Punishment Center, he was sent here. So... name please?"

"Samantha Stone," the teen said quietly.

"You are here for 2 cane strokes to the buttocks for B&E, right?"

"Yes. I'm not going to be naked like him, am I?" she asked, in a panic.

"Oh no." The receptionist chuckled. "Of course not. You're under 21, so your cane strokes are given on your clothed buttocks. You'll be given prison scrubs to wear after your medical exam. I need your ID, then you can take a seat. The guards will be with you shortly."

The scared teen produced her ID, and then mother and daughter took a seat. They tried to sit as far away from the chained naked guy as possible, but that still placed them facing directly at me in all my nakedness. I continued to stare at the floor. Several seconds passed, and then I heard the mother say, "Jason? Jason _____?" I looked up slowly. Oh my god. She knew me!

"I'm Stacy Stone. We graduated high school together. You were in my math classes." I wished I could sink into the floor. She then said, "I'd ask 'how are you doing,' but I guess I know the answer."

I started to remember her. She was a popular kid in high school. Good grades. Sports. I kind of had a crush on her, but she never paid much attention to me. And now I was sitting in front of her, completely buck naked and chained to a bench awaiting a humiliating judicial punishment. I looked at her for a second, then looked down in shame. "Hi, Stacy," I whispered sheepishly. Unbelievably, seeing my old crush made my penis stir a bit. I started to get just a little bit hard.

"Uh... Jason? What happened? Why are you here?"

"I am getting a judicial punishment."

"I figured that. But why are you naked?" she asked.

The receptionist chimed in. "He is getting caned, 18 to his ass. Then 40 whip strokes to the back and 5 to his junk!" she said gleefully.

"Oh my god! But why so severe? And why are you stark naked?!" Stacy asked. "That's horrifying. Is that even legal?"

"Of course it is," the receptionist explained. "The judge ordered it. He was convicted of being a pervert. He wacked off in front of a couple of underage girls - several times! The judge probably wanted him punished naked in front of an audience to shame him since he is a sex offender. "

"Is that true, Jason? If so, that's so disgusting," said Stacy, immediately siding against me.

"I didn't know anyone was watching, and..." I tried to explain, quietly.

"Gross. I thought you were a loser in high school, but apparently are a loser AND a pervert," she said, repulsed. "Why would you want anyone to see that baby dick anyway?!" she stated, pointing at my fully exposed genitalia. "Oh my god... he's getting hard!!

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to!"

The daughter groaned, "Mom, don't look at his little dick! Gross!"

"But..." I protested. But I had nothing to say. I slumped and dropped my head.

"Well. I suppose you deserve that terrible punishment. I hope they lay it on you good. Maybe you will learn a lesson, just like my Samantha here."

Stacy finally shut up when Mendez came in again and took her and her daughter into the prep/exam room. She pulled out her phone, took several photos of me in my complete, shackled nudity, then started texting while giggling to herself. After about twenty minutes, the guards came out again, this time with Samantha in orange prison scrubs and white slides, hands cuffed behind her back (but no shackles), and a red face.

"Maybe this is a good lesson for you, young lady," Stacy addressed her daughter, then pointed at me. "You'd better get your act together, or someday YOU'LL be the one sitting here like a naked fool." Samantha kept her mouth shut and they sat down across from me again. This time Stacy just looked at me and shook her head. "Disgusting perv," she muttered under her breath.

As I was wondering why Samantha got shoes and I was barefoot, the entrance door opened. Once again, to my horror, two more females walked in from outside. This time it was another teenaged female, and a young woman who I presumed to be her older sister. She must have been the 19 year old here for the whipping for assault. She was a skinny, stringy-haired, trashy, gangster wannabe. She was trying to look like a badass, but not doing a good job of it. Her older sister looked about 25 years old and was much more presentable. The younger one had a number of tattoos and large gage earlobe piercings. Despite this, they both had the expected initial reaction to seeing a restrained guy sitting stark naked in a relatively public space. The receptionist explained my crime and upcoming punishment, and the wannabe gangster cackled in delight. "Look at his fat white ass! They're gonna peel the skin off you with that many strokes." Her sister tried to shut her up. "You ought to talk. You keep getting in fights and that will be you in a couple of years!"

She didn't care. She started howling with laughter as she sauntered over to me for a better look. "Check out his tiny dicklette! Is he even a full grown man?" She flicked my penis with her shoe. I tried to move but was immobilized by the shackles. "Five strokes to your junk? It might be so mangled they will have to take it off and make you live as a woman!"

I lifted my head to look at her, mostly to see if I would be kicked again. Gee, I wonder how she ever got picked up for assault!

"What are you looking at, perv!?" She then drew up a big hocker, leaned in six inches from my face, and blew it right on my forehead. The viscous, yellowish brown slime dripped down and ran ever so slowly into my right eye. I had no way of wiping it off, since I was restrained. All five women in the room shared a good laugh as I tried to blink it away.

The two guards then took the 19 year old and her sister out for processing. She also came back cuffed in orange scrubs, but was still grinning. And her snotty saliva was still drying in my eye. No one made any attempt to help me and wipe it away.

Next, Carla and Mendez both came in and announced, "now we are going to make our way to the punishment block." Mendez unlocked the chain that kept me attached to the bench and had me stand. My legs were rubbery from lack of circulation and I nearly fell. She then reattached the chain from my hands to my ankles.

"Everyone follow me. We are going to see the warden. She always wants to eyeball the prisoners before their sentences are carried out."

Mendez grabbed me by the upper arm and led me out a second door into an empty hallway. For some reason, the other clothed prisoners were allowed to walk unassisted with their guardian family members at their sides.

"Faster," Mendez commanded, dragging me forward. "We don't have all day!"

Since my feet were on such short shackles, I had to shuffle along with very rapid, small steps. I must have looked idiotic, with my naked white flesh jiggling along with each mincing step, because the four fully-dressed women behind me laughed.

At the end of the hall was an elevator. We all got in. It was quite small, but the women other than Mendez, who held a tight grip on my upper arm, all managed to huddle to one side so as not to rub up against the sweaty, naked guy. I suddenly remembered that I once had a nightmare about being naked in an elevator with clothed people. I closed my eyes tightly. When I opened them I was still there, still shakled, stark naked in the elevator with six clothed women. This was a real life nightmare.

The elevator door opened up into another open area with several office cubicles. Two female clerical staff looked up from their computers, only mildly interested in the shackled man in the altogether brought into their workspace. "Hi ladies," said Carla.

They both greeted her in return. One of them who was still seated nodded at me. "So this is the guy getting the max on Saturday?"

"Yep," answered Carla.

"Not sure how I feel about that, but the law is the law, right? Weird that he is not in a prison uniform and you just keep him all naked like that. I guess if you are getting it on the ass and getting the whip, you have to be nude, huh? Must be SO embarrassing." She looked me in the eyes for a second. I thought I saw pity. Carla then asked one of them, "How was the vacay, Laura?"

Laura answered, and then got up to show Carla and Mendez a bunch of photos on her phone. The rest of us just stood there, bored while we endured their office chat. Amazingly, it was as if the fully nude, shackled prisoner in ther midst was just a potted plant or a water cooler. They mostly ignored me.

After a few minutes of office chit chat the other seated secretary said, "Warden can see you now."

We were then all taken through another door. Inside was an executive office with a fairly large desk in the middle. Seated at the desk was the Warden Kelly (I could tell from the name plate on her desk). She was about Carla's age and build, but wore a business suit instead of a guard uniform, and was more polished. We were lined up in front of her desk for inspection, apparently. She came out from behind her desk and proceeded to look each of us over, stopping in front of me as I blushed in embarrassment.

"Everyone passed their medical exams, Carla?"

"Yes, ma'am. The two young ladies get their punishments in an hour. Jason _____ here is here early at your request. He will be kept in the holding cell until Saturday, when he will be punished in the auditorium."

"Very good," the warden approved. "I know it's unusual to have a convict come in this early, but I wanted to make sure everything is perfect given the unprecedented nature of his penalty. There seems to be a fair interest from the press. Several news people have obtained tickets and two have requested interviews with me. We will be under scrutiny, and everything must go perfectly."

She still stood in front of me, and again she looked my naked body up and down. I immediately stood up straighter, despite my nudity.

"Turn around."

I complied, and she ran her hands over my back and buttocks. "Good that he has a little extra fat. Turn again." I faced her again.

"Entirely too much public hair. Regulations state that excessive hair must be removed from any areas slated for punishment so that it does not cushion the blows. And he is getting five whip strokes to his genitals. Wow." She shook her head. "I still cannot believe the judge handed down this punishment. Good for him that he has a really small penis. Anyway, schedule a depilation for tomorrow, Carla. These unforeseen details are why I wanted him here early. And thank you for following regulations by keeping him completely unclothed. I know it seems strange, but we must do everything by the book."

"Yes ma'am."

With that, we were all led out of her office and back into the area with the secretaries. It was still crazy to be the only one completely stark naked nude in an office full of fully clothed professional women. We were taken back down the elevator. The young women and their chaperones went one way with Mendez. I was led by Officer Carla out through another door. We were now outside in the bright sunlight in a courtyard surrounded by a 10 foot chainlink fence topped with razor wire.

"The punishment auditorium is in that building over there." She pointed to a monolithic, white, two story concrete block building on the other side of the fenced courtyard. "It also has holding cells and a prep area. That's where you will stay until your punishment sentence is complete."

We started to work our way across the concrete courtyard over to the building, me shuffing along barefoot as fast as I could with the short ankle shackles impeding my progress. As we got near the building Officer Carla said, "The entrance is in the back. The exercise yard for the local Women's Penitentiary is on the other side of the fence we will be passing. Lucky you! It sounds like the ladies are out in the yard. You will give them all a fun show."

I didn't quite get what she said at first, but then I heard the chatter of a whole lot of voices coming from around the corner of the building. As we rounded the corner, I realized I was in full view of about twenty female convicts out for exercise on the other side of the chain link fence. They were young and old, thin and fat, tall and short, black, white, Asian, and Hispanic. They all had on their orange. Some sat at tables bolted to the ground. A few were playing basketball. I stopped in my tracks. Carla grabbed my arm and pulled me around the corner.

"C'mon. Get moving. They're going to see your naked ass either upright and walking, or getting dragged past after I tase you!"

I then heard, "Check out the naked dude!"

Within a few seconds there were almost twenty orange-clad women leaning against the fence just a few feet away. I could not turn away, nor could I cover my sexual organs with my hands cuffed behind my back, so they all got to see me parade past, with my embarrassing genitalia on full display. They did not hold back the whistles and cat calls.

"That's a little cocktail wiener!"

"He's so pasty, better get some sunscreen on that tiny dick!"

"I have been in here five years. Did all the men turn into women?!"

"Your ass gonna get whupped, fat boy?"

I could not move faster because of the shackles, so it seemed like an eternity that I was exposed to their cruel eyes as I minced my way, stark naked and barefoot, past about fifty feet of fencing.

"Shake that ass!"

Finally I caught up to Carla, who seemed to take forever getting the door open.

"Aww, come back, my lesbian cell mate needs a new girlfriend!"

Finally we got inside the door and into a pitch black room. Carla flicked on the lights revealing a small entry hall. The walls were made of concrete block painted in high gloss white, much like the outside of the building. It was very hot, and there was a strong odor of disinfectant with undertones of sweat and fear. The place was poorly lit with two bulbs on the ceiling protected by metal cages. At the far end of the hall were solid metal double doors labeled 'Punishment Auditorium.' So that's where I would meet my fate. I felt sick to my stomach. Another door read 'Prep Room.' There were also two side by side cells. The cells shared one wall made of metal bars, and each had a wall of bars with a door that they shared with the hallway. So two prisoners could be observed at all times from the hallway. I also noticed cameras pointing into each cell from the hallway.

Carla opened the first cell and I walked in. "Welcome home, Jason!" She took off my handcuffs. I immediately wiped the gangster girl's disgusting loogie out of my eye. I then rubbed my wrists where they had been chafing. "Ankle shackles stay on. Punishment Center rules for all adult male prisoners. If you would manage to escape, you won't get far with those on."

I took notice of my surroundings. The block in the cells was painted the same high gloss white; probably easier to clean. There was a narrow stainless steel cot on one side of the cell that was bolted to the floor and the wall. There was no mattress. The only other things in the room were a toilet with no tank, seat, or lid, and a tiny metal sink. The outside of the toilet was white porcelain, but the inside was stained brown.

"Here's how it goes," spat Carla. You shit and piss there, you can drink water from the sink, you sleep there. There's no mattress, because we have never had anyone stay here for more than a couple of hours, and we certainly don't keep sheets or blankets. Too easy for you to strangle yourself to avoid punishment. You'll be all alone in there in your birthday suit. Here's a roll of toilet paper. Congratulations on being our first overnight guest. I wish I could tell you what time dinner is, but there is no dinner. Warden and doc decided that they want you to keep an empty stomach and bowels from here on out. Less likely to aspirate if you vomit while you're getting flayed, and less shit for us to clean up when you are prepped on Saturday. So you are going to be hungry, but doc says you could afford to skip a meal or two. No noise. And no masturbating allowed, perv. Here your body is for pain, NOT to be your personal funhouse."

With that, Carla locked me in. "See you in the morning." She left the building, flicking out the lights and leaving me in total darkness, since the entire building lacked windows. I felt my way over to the hard metal bed and lay down. I tried not to cry, but I was so scared and humiliated that I started to weep a bit. I slept in small doses on and off in the dark over the next several hours. I felt my way over to the sink and drank the sink water. I used the toilet but could not get it to flush. After what seemed like several bored, uncomfortable hours, I decided to masturbate, despite Carla's warning. It was too dark to be seen on the cameras. I quietly rubbed one out while I lay on the cot. I finally fell asleep while my semen dried on my belly.