Punishment Codes: Anal Discipline

This story was inspired by Writesomethingnew's story "Punishment Code Tales Ch. 02" and was written with their permission.

I highly recommend reading it first for background on how the punishment codes work.

https://www.literotica.com/s/punishment-code-tales-ch-02

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In the end, the judge was kind enough to approve the switch over to a J39 instead of the original J40. It took some time, but Salwa couldn't be more relieved. At least now she wouldn't have to face the fear of losing her virginity, even if knew that it didn't really matter that much in the grand scheme of things.

Sitting down on her bed, she looked down at the letter that had arrived in the mail. Dimly, she wondered what her parents would think of her if they knew. In the more conservative parts of the world they might have even thrown her out of the house for losing her purity. Things were a bit different now, but it was just part of the culture that they had brought along with them as immigrants from the Middle East.

Dear Ms. Farouk,

We are pleased to inform you that the court has approved your petition for a revised punishment. Your sentence will be carried out in accordance with the regulations of code J39 as per your request. We remind you that this entails the insertion of an object anally in addition to any other preliminary procedures as deemed necessary by your local Punishment Center.

In addition, the court recognizes your religious beliefs and will make all reasonable efforts to respect your wishes. Namely, while some contact with your vulva is unavoidable during the inspection process, the session will be carried out without the breaking of your hymen. However, please be aware that due to the downgrading of your sentence you will be required to sign up for a follow up appointment afterwards. The decision of the court remains final and non-negotiable.

Your first punishment session is scheduled for the 28th of this month at 'The Central Punishment Centre' at 10:00 AM. If you require further assistance or have questions related to your case, please do not hesitate to contact our office.

We advise you to prepare yourself mentally and physically for the proceedings. It is recommended that you inform your friends and family about your upcoming punishment as all sessions will be recorded and posted afterwards to our online database. The agency finds that emotional support from close relatives can be beneficial during this time.

Sincerely,

The Central Punishment Administration

Salwa read the text over again. She had to force herself to focus on the words. The address was outlined at the bottom, and she checked the date on her phone. A little less than two weeks from now, and right in the middle of her midterms as well. She let out a heavy sigh. She would have to call a couple of her professors to see if they could make an exception, but at least the worst of it was settled. Now, the only thing she had left to do was to show up whenever it was time for her to go.

"If only I had been a little more careful driving back home," she mumbled regretfully.

Wrapping her arms around herself, she drew her legs up to her chest. The conversation with Molly had been a blessing sent from heaven. The woman had been so kind and patient in explaining to her every last detail of the procedure and what she was expected to do. She should really bring her a gift after this was all over to show her thanks. A cake perhaps? Or maybe a nicely decorated card? What did lawyers even do in their spare time when they weren't going to court?

She thought about it for a couple more minutes before she heard a pair of footsteps outside her room. Salwa tilted her head. Looks like Emily -- her roommate -- was back from the bar, and with someone else as well. A guy most likely from the deepness of his voice, and letting out another sigh she turned back around. From the way they were whispering at each other it was obvious why he was here, and as the distant sound of their voices trailed away to the other side of the apartment, it seemed like she would have to put up with the noise for a little while longer.

"..."

"..."

"..."

Slowly, the movement fell silent as she tried not to eavesdrop. It wasn't polite to listen, especially not when it came to such an intimate matter. Her efforts were made somewhat pointless a moment later, however, as the sound of bedsprings slowly started up, and biting down on her lips Salwa felt her face grow hot. Did sex really feel that good? Was that why Emily kept bringing random guys home? She remembered talking to the other girl just a couple of weeks earlier only for her to shrug. It was probably just a result of the different cultures they had. If she tried to do something like that then her parents would be more than disappointed, though it wasn't as if she hadn't been curious about it before.

"..."

The soft sounds of the creaking continued, and Salwa reached over to wrap her arms around her pillow. She wasn't exactly blind to what was going on here. She was a pre-med student after all, and it wasn't as if she hadn't tried to touch herself before. The only difference was that she hadn't gone much further than that, and aside from a brief caress with her fingers every now during the stress of her exams, that was the worst she had ever done. Experimentation with her fingers once every couple of months and nothing more. There was no way she would ever give herself away to someone just because they asked. The fact that her hymen was still in one piece was just an extra bonus that she had been lucky to hold onto.

"..."

"..."

"...I lov..."

"..."

This time the whisper came across just a little bit louder, and Salwa squeezed her eyes shut. There was no way she would be able to fall asleep like this anytime soon. Might as well make the most of her time then, now that she had an official response from the court.

Opening up her phone, she navigated over to the Judicial Punishment website to confirm her appointment. She would have to catch up on the material for her classes later on, but hopefully she wouldn't have to stay there for any longer than she had to. Alternatively, she could just ask to borrow Emily's notes. As much as the other girl liked to throw herself around, her ability to study was still quite excellent even if the color of her hair just so happened to be blonde.

"..."

"...t mor..."

"..."

The task done, Salwa reached over to plug in the charger. Turning around in the darkness, she closed her eyes as she tried her best to drift off. The silence of the apartment greeted her, and pressing her legs together she tried not to think about what was happening in the other room. No, she wasn't. Not one bit at all. And if the thought of her upcoming punishment made her body feel ever so slightly warm, then there wasn't a single person in the entire world who could ever get her to admit such an embarrassing thought.

The moans of her roommate continued long into the night. Beside her, the calendar slowly counted down.

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Several Weeks Later:

Time was a strange concept. By the time her court assigned punishment finally arrived, Salwa had almost forgotten about the entire ordeal. It was hard not to between the various classes she had to take and the assignments that were due at school. There was a reason why the medical program at their college was described as a marathon after all. You go through one end feeling ready to take on the world, and by the time you exit four years later you find yourself wishing you had never gone through it at all.

That was neither here nor there though when it came to her already scheduled appointment at the local Punishment Center, and so after one last email to her professors explaining exactly why she wasn't able to attend, it was off to the address she had carefully written down nearly two weeks before.

In for a penny, in for a pound...

The harsh gray façade of the building greeted her as she arrived, and she swallowed as she looked up. The night before she had barely been able to sleep. Every sound seemed to be amplified to twice its usual level, and not helping things was the fact that Emily had decided to bring another guy home. Salwa closed her legs at the memory. For three entire hours they had thrashed about, and by the time he had finally left it was already nearing dawn. Did they somehow transform into rabbits in the middle of it or something? How was it even possible for them to go at it for that long?

Even with two entire walls and a living room in between it was impossible not to hear, and curled up in her room on the other side of the apartment, she would be lying if she said that she hadn't been affected by it at all. And while normally she wouldn't have that much trouble ignoring the noise, the anticipation of her upcoming punishment only made it all that harder to push aside the feeling of warmth leaking out of her core. So much so that she had to stop her fingers twice from wandering too far down below her waist, and even then she had only won that fight more out of exhaustion rather than anything else.

When this was over, she thought, she was going to have a serious conversation with her roommate about assigning some quiet hours. Even with her door closed, the dreams that followed afterwards were hardly any fun. For a moment she had even thought that the person in charge of her case had forgotten about her request for a J39 and had tried to stick a finger up between her labia. Then she had woken up a moment later to find that her hymen was still very much intact, and that the only thing in danger of violating her purity was the crumpled up mess of her pillow.

Somehow, it had migrated all the way down between her legs while she slept. How it managed to do that without her noticing was a mystery she never wanted to solve.

"Here for an appointment?" said a voice.

Salwa looked up. The nurse seated behind the front desk blinked in response.

"What?" she said.

"Ma'am, I asked if you were here for an appointment," said the nurse, "Otherwise the main viewing auditorium is over on your right if you want to watch."

She smiled again like everything she just said was perfectly normal, and it took a moment for Salwa to react. Right, of course. A while ago they started to open up the events to the public so that any potential criminals could see exactly how they would be punished if they were caught, and ever since then it was as if someone had waved a magic wand. Swish, swoosh, and bam. No more violent gang members clogging up the prisons, and a never-ending source of tax revenue that never seemed to dry up. Only as good as that sounded, occasionally the system ended up dragging in people like her who found themselves on the wrong side of the law.

For not the first time, Salwa found herself wishing she had been a little more careful that night while driving herself back home. There was no use thinking about that now though, and so she forced herself to continue.

"Right," she said, "I'm... uh, the first one. It should be under Salwa Farouk?"

"Ms. Farouk, how do you spell that...," said the nurse. She typed something into the computer before looking up, "Oh, found it. Failure to control a vehicle resulting in a crash around two weeks ago, and a J39 for the insertion of an object up the anus for a period between fifteen minutes to one hour. That you?"

Spoken out loud, the punishment sounded much worse than it actually was. Or maybe it was just the way the woman continued to look at her as if nothing was wrong.

"Yes, that's me," she stuttered, "Can you not, umm..."

"Not what?" said the nurse.

"Well, just not so loud...," said Salwa.

She trailed off, not exactly sure what to say, and the nurse blinked again as she felt herself blush. Oh bother. Clearly, this was going well. Not helping were the whispers coming from the side as a couple of the people passing by stopped to stare, and already she could see a few of the men pointing at her. One of them pulled out his phone to film, and already she found herself wishing that the ground would split open to cover her up. At least she had her hijab on right now, and so it wasn't as if her hair was exposed.

"Look," she finally said, shaking her head. It took some effort to move her mouth, "I'm here because the court told me to show up at this time, so is there anything that I need to fill out?"

"You mean for the preliminary portion of the exam?" said the nurse.

"Umm, sure," said Salwa. She remembered seeing something like that in the letter, "If that's what you want me to do."

The papers were over to her right, and the woman handed her a pen to use. There was a small desk placed conveniently nearby, and she shuffled over to look at the forms. All thirty pages of it asking in excruciating detail exactly how she wanted her punishment to be delivered, and biting down on her lips she slowly read them over.

Behind her, one of the men took a couple of steps closer. She closed her eyes. The faster she got this over with, the faster she could go back home.

Name: Salwa Farouk.

Date of Birth: 7th April, 19XX.

Sexual Experience: Virgin.

History of Previous Punishments: None.

Punishment Preference: Standard, minimal pain tolerance.

Object Size Preference: No preference.

Would you like to have an audience present: No.

Preferred Insertion Location:

Please circle: A) Vagina B) Anus C) Other

The list went on and on. Each page seemed to open up another endless series of options, and a complicated points system kept track of her decisions to ensure that they met the minimum level required by the court. Under any other circumstance she would have found the entire thing quite interesting. In her current situation, however, not so much. Apparently they had turned the entire thing into a science, though it did seem a bit redundant to ask when she was already scheduled for a J39 and had specifically requested for her hymen be left alone.

Bit by bit, she started to write. There were more questions than she could count. Time passed as she filled out the rest of the forms, and eventually the two men watching her started to get bored. The one with the camera stopped to take one last picture of her before finally turning away, and then in the blissful silence that followed, it was finally back over to the nurse.

The woman looked up again as she set the stack of papers down.

"All done?" she said.

"All done," said Salwa.

She rubbed absently at her fingers. After so many pages of saying over and over again that she really didn't want to have anyone else watching besides the officer in charge of her case, her hand was really starting to hurt. If the nurse ever noticed though, then she made no mention of it as she copied the information over into her computer.

"Alright," she said, "The system will take some time to update, but you're up for session 3A today. That's Officer Hughes. Very thorough, but fair."

"Compared to...?" said Salwa.

"It depends," said the nurse with another smile, "Are you one of those silent types who likes to hold it all in, or are you a screamer?"

Before she could answer, however, the woman pushed on.

"Anyhow," she said, "If you follow me I can show you where to sit while you wait. You'll be called when it's your turn. Also, props on you for showing up early by the way. I've only been working here for a couple of months so far, but you won't believe how many girls end up getting in trouble for missing their appointment. We even had to send one back last week without her clothes if you'll believe that. Apparently, she has a history of not showing up to any of the follow up sessions assigned to her by the court."

It was only with a faint sense of embarrassment that Salwa tried to imagine how that might have gone for the poor girl. The nurse didn't seem to mind all that much though as she stood up from the desk to lead her down the hall.  Taking in a deep breath, Salwa followed along. They passed through one set of doors and then another, and despite the woman's insistence on keeping up the conversation the silence only seemed to grow even heavier as their footsteps echoed over the floor.

Eventually there had to be an end to the journey though, and they stopped at last in front of what could only be described as just another normal waiting room. Well, as normal as it could get with several large posters of the various punishments available to them here plastered across the walls. Aside from that, it was just like the inside of a doctor's office, only much less comfortable.

"You can take a short break here," said the nurse, "Someone should come by to call you in a moment."

Salwa swallowed hard as she looked around. Several other girls were already waiting ahead of them, and from the looks on their faces none of them were happy to be there at all.

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After the nurse left again, there wasn't much for Salwa to do but to wait. It was either that or stare blankly at the walls, and so after settling down into one of the plastic folding chairs she tried her best to stay out of view. It felt a little pathetic for someone her age, like she was trying to hide behind her mother's skirt, though for some reason that was hard to explain she didn't exactly feel like looking at the various posters that filled up her view. Especially since none of the girls shown there seemed to be wearing any clothes, and the last thing she wanted to think about right now was the humiliation of her upcoming appointment. Judging by the various devices they were currently being subject to, none of them looked very comfortable at all.

More time passed. Wrapping her arms around her knees, she drew them against her chest. Slowly she watched the early morning sun as it inched across the sky, and sitting there against the silence, each tick of the clock seemed to drag on for an eternity against the resulting silence. How long did she have to wait again? Already, it felt like forever. Elsewhere the rest of her friends were probably just getting started on their lecture, and here she was waiting to have an object shoved up her butt. Better to have it there than to lose her virginity to it though, even if she knew that it really shouldn't matter to her as someone living in the western world.

For a moment, she tried to imagine again what it would be like to finally have sex. It would probably hurt quite a lot given that it was her first time, and she didn't even want to think about how her parents would react if they ever found out. Especially since any form of intercourse outside of marriage was explicitly forbidden according to their religion, and she would only be stealing any future chance of a happy marriage from herself.

It was a heavy idea to think about. Another couple of minutes passed like that, and she let out another sigh at the conflict in her heart. At this point she would do almost anything to just get it over with. Too bad then, that it wasn't quite yet her turn.

"Ashley Parkington?" said a voice.

Salwa looked up. A girl with blonde hair stood up from her chair, eighteen or nineteen by the looks of it, and the assistant smiled wide as she shuffled over with an uncertain look. For a moment Salwa found herself wondering whether they had met before. Then the two of them disappeared down the hall again, and that was the last she ever saw of the girl.

"Cleo Montes?"

Another woman, this time with red hair and a sparse scattering of freckles stood up. She wore a simple white blouse that matched the sharp rim of her glasses, and the tight fit of her pencil skirt made it clear that she had just driven over from work. Her lips were pressed together into a thin line, and there was a brief click of her heels as she made her way over to the door. It closed behind her, and Salwa took in a deep breath as she tried to calm her heart back down.