On the small, high-tech island nation of Tersnia, Vicky's experience continues. The country, located somewhere in Asia, is an economic marvel with a very different concept of sexuality and discipline.
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THE DAY BEFORE THE GIRL'S NIGHT OUT
Vicky was standing still because she knew that if she squirmed she'd be punished more than she was already due. It was her first day in the office and she was miserably desperate to cum. The past few days had been awful: the chastity belt was somehow not gross even though she had to pee through it. The punishment officer Sumi who had put her in it was right: it cleaned up easily.
However, it absolutely prevented her from getting to her clit and she had spent the days curled up in bed with her hot-water travel bottle like she was on her period. Worse: she'd tormented herself looking at Tersnian social media and learning about the vast number of things that could get one punished--and the terrifying breadth of methods of punishment that could be levied.
She'd been an American and in the Green Zone for a 2 week quarantine--until today--so she was very limited about what she could see--but she'd read about disciplinary itches in private places and very public spankings in public places.
She'd read about humiliation parades where those in jail were marched down the street in day-glow prison uniforms color-coded to the offense and given various discomforts similar to that of a hot-pepper, slit down the sides, placed in the subject's rectums, while carts running ahead and behind played jaunty music to draw attention to the subjects!
That was only the beginning of things!
The social customs were a tangle of caste, level of dominance, social success... and social media "score." It was hard to decipher--but she was pretty sure as an unmarried 21 year old girl, she was near the bottom. It didn't help that she'd lubricated herself visibly when she'd been punished and that her second encounter with the punishment officer had ended with a spanking and after-care in the young woman's arms, and she had found the whole thing powerfully erotic!
Now she was in the office in front of her boss or her trabaho ina--her 'work mother'--Ms. Taskirs. She'd been given a punishment ticket for masturbating after her first punishment for insulting a senior executive who was trash talking America where he could (accidentally) hear it.
Called, literally, on the carpet, she found herself stricken and standing pale and shaken, before the woman.
The woman had held a video call with her a couple of days ago to show off the chastity belt. She had to stand bare bottom before the woman and turn and spread and bend to show off the device that was intended to keep her from illegal masturbation. The device that left her miserable!
Now she wore the jacket, button-down blouse, a man's tie, and a knee-length skirt in the same slate-gray as the jacket. Ms. Taskirs was looking through images on her computer. The monitor was, from the back, completely clear save for faint nearly invisible blocks of color where they were on the clearly visible side in front of the woman's eyes. It gave Vicky the disconcerting feeling the woman was staring at her the whole time.
When Ms. Taskirs shifted, Vicky gulped. How much trouble was she in? What would the punishment be?
"Vicky-kan," she said, using the Tersnian suffix indicating a child young person, "You earned a punishment for self-pleasuring--and I'd be doing you no favors if I let it go--"
Vicky blushed hard. Ohhh! Considering that female masturbation was literally illegal in Tersnia (unless allowed by your husband or something) she was unsure what the penalties could be. Could she be sent to a Tersnian prison? Wikipedia had been extremely unclear on a great deal.
"However, your team leader, Aletha, made quite a plea to let her handle the discipline--and given that she tried to convince you to call a chastity service, I've decided to let it rest with her."
"Y-yes, miss," Vicky gulped.
"I'll let her decide what to do." The mature woman looked over her glasses, fixing Vicky with a stern maternal stare. "I recommend you do as you're told with her. Even if the punishment seems strange."
Vicky nodded, fervently. "Well then, Vicky-kan, go meet your team in person. Your desk and things should be ready."
Her eyes flicked back to the monitor and Vicky stepped backwards--almost turned--but remembered to bow--was that low enough?? She bowed deeper. She saw the older woman smile and give her a faint nod, and she fled.
Ms. Taskirs' office had glass walls that could be made more or less opaque--but now they were crystal clear so everyone had seen the new American girl in there, and the group of Ms. Traskir's girls all followed the new American hire with interest.
Of course her team had already seen... all of her. During her streamed punishment. She was terrified of this first in person meeting.
WNFF! Vicky was struck from the side--blind sided as someone's arms wrapped around her.
"Vicky-kan!!" squealed a voice--the girl was an inch or two shorter than Vicky's five-foot-nothing, and hugged her tightly. "You survived your quarantine! You're one of us now! In the office!! And everything!"
Vicky struggled to remember the girl's name. She'd briefly met the team before coming over. Her two weeks in the quarantine apartment had remarkably little interaction.
"Tala, let her go." Aletha--the Team lead--threaded her way through the desks. "We're all glad to see her."
Vicky blushed badly. This was the girl who was going to punish her. Still, the Team lead had visited her after her awful punishment session and had... shown off her stripped bottom to Vicky and the Tattle-Tale egg she wore in her vagina to tell on her if she masturbated or orgasmed!
It had been odd and intimate... and the meeting had aroused Vicky. She looked helplessly at Aletha--should she thank her for overseeing her punishment? Beg? Grovel?
The Team Lead pried Tala off gently.
"Go fetch Vicky a coffee. To creams and a bunch of sugars. Alis na!"
Tala straightened at the last command, gave Vicky a slight bow--and scurried off.
Vicky watched the girl scamper around a desk bolting towards an alcove with machines and nooks.
"She's enthusiastic," Vicky said.
Aletha laughed. "She is. I'll introduce you to the team. Just saying hello and shaking hands will be fine here. No one expects you to know all the protocols."
She was led to a group of girls. Isa--plump and wearing round glasses. Nathalie, tall, slim, and very pretty. She wore a headscarf. Liezel, a bit average looking with dusted blue hair. All of them were Tersnian, what Vicky thought of as Filipino looking--maybe crossed with some...Korean? She didn't know.
For their part the girls seemed very happy to meet her. Both shaking hands--Liezel gave her a hug. No one said anything about her tele-punishment. Tala had put coffee with carefully stacked creamers and several sugars on the desk that waited for her. The girl seemed intent on making a good impression--and she was certainly cute looking.
"Office three," Aletha said, pointing.
Vicky nodded. "Yes ma'am." She guessed they had something to discuss.
Aletha closed the door, and patted the conference table.
"Sit, Vicky."
Vicky glance at one of the chairs. She boosted herself onto the table, eye to eye with the taller Aletha. Blushing, she looked down.
The girl reached out and tapped her throat with a finger--softly. Oh! The finger raised her chin, and Aletha bent in and gave her a kiss on the lips. Vicky could feel the girl's tongue against her lips. She felt her innards clench and then let her lips part.
Aletha pulled back and smiled. "Good girl. I am your team-lead. You won't refuse me. When I give you an order you'll do it. If you don't--or you hesitate I can assign you points--and I will--and those points get summed up and turn into punishments each week. Almost everyone gets a few points. Some get a lot. There's a reason Tala ran like that."
Vicky blanched. She looked out of the windows and could see everyone looking at their monitors--a few chatting. There were other teams in the office. She thought that Ms. Taskirs had... three teams? Maybe--they weren't alone up here--but they weren't staring at her either.
"You give Tala a lot of points?" It seemed like kicking a puppy.
"I give her what she earns," Aletha said. "Trust me when I say she's very aware of what she's doing--she needs a lot of attention. It's not to say she likes punishment--no one does--but she does need attention--and she gets plenty of that from me."
"Oh."
