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Sperm Farm
Chapter 12: A day of punishment ...
It was Thursday morning, and Daniel was awoken by a centrally set alarm at 6.30. He took a shower, and then looked for the special kit that should have been delivered. There was no sign of it, so he put on his normal day singlet and floppy short shorts, and made his way to the Punishment Centre.
Derek was there once again to greet him. "Have they taken you off the 7 o'clock session in Room 3?" Daniel asked. "No, I've got to process all the 7 o'clock punishment people today, and then get down there. Now, according to my notes you're supposed to be wearing a special kit. This could be bad for you. It says here that any infringement of dress requirements is punishable by another punishment of the same severity, plus a Severity 5 session!"
"Look, no kit was delivered to my room. What was I supposed to do?" asked Daniel, somewhat irritated. Derek glanced down his clipboard. "Aah! Sorry! It says here that you have been re-scheduled for an alternative Severity 3 Punishment -- the kit will be provided in the Preparation Room. You know where to go, then!"
Daniel nervously walked into the Punishment Preparation Room, expecting Burly and Butch to grab him and forcibly strip him again. But they weren't there. The room was manned by Wendy, the trainer.
"Sorry to hear you've been a naughty boy, Daniel," she said. "I've got to get you ready for your punishment today. Tell me, have you showered since you got up?" "Yes!" Daniel replied. "Good. Then undress for me, please, and put your clothes down the laundry chute."
When Daniel was naked, she asked him to bend over the table, and spread his legs. He saw her dip her finger into a small jar of gel, and walk round behind him. Then he could feel her applying the gel to the inside of his crack, working it into his anus. He felt himself hardening as her fingers ran up and down his crack.
"Well done, Daniel. The next bit may be a little uncomfortable. I'm going to have to insert this." She held up a butt plug for him to see, and then disappeared behind him and eased it through his sphincter muscles.
"Right, you can stand up now!" she announced, washing her hands as he did so. "Please face me and stand with your legs apart," she said.
Wendy took hold of Daniel's penis, and slid a cock-ring over it, encircling both penis and scrotum. It was similar to the one he had had fitted the day before. Then she plugged a fine wire into the base of it, close to his perineum, and ran it round under him and plugged it into the end of the butt-plug.
"There!" she said. "You're ready! I'll just test you."
Taking hold of a remote control, Wendy pressed a button. A searing pain shot from Daniel's arse right through his balls to his prick. He jumped, and let out an involuntary shout. Unperturbed, Wendy turned a knob and the pain increased.
"For god's sake, stop!" cried Daniel. "I must remind you that you are under punishment," reminded Wendy, increasing the intensity to maximum. Daniel squealed as he squirmed.
Wendy turned it off. "Just remember that pain, Daniel. If you fail to obey instructions during your punishment session, that pain can be applied at any time."
Daniel braced himself as he saw Wendy stab at the remote again. This time an erotic sensation tingled through his balls and penis, as the cock ring sprang into life. It continued as he started to erect. Wendy increased the intensity, and left it at maximum until he was fully hard. Then she released the button.
"Well, that seems to be working OK," she said, satisfied with her work. "Now put these clothes on."
She handed him a carrier bag containing T-shirt, briefs, jeans, socks, and trainers, all in Daniel's size. Daniel got dressed, and felt more like a normal person than he had for over a week.
"My! You look smart!" smiled Wendy.
She led him through to the Punishment reception, where Derek had now been replaced by Burly, who was accompanied by five other inmates, dressed similarly to Daniel. Wendy handed Burly the remote control, and in her turn, Burly handed Daniel a printed sheet of paper, and bade them all follow her.
Outside the front entrance was a minibus, which the six inmates were instructed to board. Burly took the driver's seat, and told them to read their instructions as she drove. "No talking, or --" At this point she pressed a master control on the dashboard, and all six passengers received a mild jolt through their arses.
Daniel tuned to the sheet he had been handed. Punishment Severity 3 -- Plan D' it was headed. Daniel read on. You will be transported to the home of a professional person, who will be your boss for the day. You will remain there from approximately 9.00 am until 5.00 pm. You will carry out, amongst other chores, household duties such as cleaning, ironing, and gardening. The householder, or holders, may require you to carry out additional tasks, such as serving meals, answering the door, and possibly more personal services such as laying out clothes ready for him or her to wear.'
"Unpaid sweated labour," thought Daniel. "No wonder they're so keen to put people on punishment duty -- they probably make more money on it than sperm donations!" He read on.
Your boss for the day has been given carte blanche in what he or she may require of you. You will obey your boss' to the letter, at all times, whatever you may be instructed to do. He or she will be given the remote control which operates the pain/pleasure system fitted to your body,. Either mode may be used at your boss's discretion. Please note that any attempt to disconnect the leads linking the cock ring with the butt plug will be noticeable on your return, and will lead to the assignment of further punishment sessions."
Daniel smiled grimly. "Wonder what the boss will be like? Will it be a male or a female?" he thought.
Before long the minibus drew up in the drive of a large country house. Burly looked at her clipboard.
"Daniel!" she announced. "Your stop! Time to meet your boss, Monica. She is the Chief Executive of a large company, and is used to handling day servants such as yourself."
Daniel and Burly got out, and an attractive woman in her mid forties came out to greet them. She was wearing high heeled shoes, and a well-tailored black trouser suit.
"This is Daniel, madam, and here is his controller." Burly handed Monica the remote control.
Daniel followed Monica into the house, and she led him into the lounge.
"Before you start your chores you will change into the house uniform," Monica said, getting up. "I often have non-live-in servants here, and I insist on them following my uniform rules. Follow me!"
She led him along a corridor and into the lounge. It was a large room with double patio doors opening out on to the massive back garden. The wall opposite the patio doors was covered from floor to ceiling with a lush looking red velvet curtain. Monica pressed a button and a motor started up, pulling the curtains open to reveal a wall made entirely of plate glass. Behind it Daniel could see a room some ten feet deep, that was unoccupied. At one end, to the right, was a rack from which all manner of costumes and uniforms were hanging, beyond which it looked as if there was a door. In front of the rack facing left were three easy chairs. Facing the plate glass wall were two urinals, two WCs, and two hand basins, all enclosed in a single inner glass cubicle with its own glass door, and surmounted by an extractor fan. The left end of the room was tiled with white ceramic tiles, and the floor along the length of it consisted of a similarly tiled trough, above which three shower heads protruded.
A door off the lounge to the right of this enormous window carried a sign with the legend: "Staff Changing Facility'. Monica opened it and motioned Daniel to go in.
She went behind the clothes rack, and returned with a carrier bag which she placed on one of the chairs.
"The door to this facility is always unlocked," she said. "If you need the toilet at any time, these are the ones you will use. The curtains may be closed or open as now, but servants are strictly forbidden to move them at any time unless instructed by myself.
"I would like a piss now," suggested Daniel. He felt a sharp burst of pain through his scrotum as Monica applied a voltage to the butt plug.
"I would like to urinate please, MADAM," she corrected him. "In this house we don't piss. Now what would you like to do?"
"I would very much like to urinate, please, madam, if you would be so kind as to allow me," he responded.
"Then feel free." "Would madam please leave whilst I urinate, as the urinals are open to view?" Daniel asked. "How dare you suggest where I am welcome or not welcome in my own house,!" Monica said emphatically, giving Daniel another crippling blast of voltage in his scrotum. "Madam comes and goes as she pleases at all time."
To emphasise the point, Monica followed Daniel into the toilet area, and stood next to him by the urinal. Daniel felt humiliated as he pulled his prick out, and pissed in the urinal, with Monica watching.
"Shortly I will give you your uniform. I have a range of uniforms for servants, and which one is worn at any time is dictated by the job to which the servant is assigned. Basically, the uniforms, which include footwear, are minimalistic, and designed so as not to hinder the movements of the servant going about his or her work, and at all times to act as protective clothing for the wearer when protection is deemed necessary."
Daniel finished pissing, embarrassed at Monica watching him shake the drips off the end of his cock, and zipped himself up. Monica led the way out of the toilet enclosure.
"You will now remove all your clothes and I will bring you your uniform," she ordered. She disappeared behind the rack of clothing, and Daniel started to untie the laces of his trainers. He took them off, and was just starting on his socks when Monica returned with an expensive looking bespoke bag.
"Here!" she said, putting the bag down on one of the chairs.
Daniel picked the bag up and started to move behind the racks of clothes. "Where do you think you're going?" shouted Monica, giving him another blast of voltage. She left it turned on, increasing in intensity, until he re-emerged between the clothes racks.
"I was just making use of the privacy afforded by the clothes racks, madam," he explained.
"Get this into your head," she snarled. "There is no privacy in this house for servants."
Daniel pulled off his T-shirt, and put it on the chair. He rummaged about in the bag for a shirt, top, or jacket, but could only find a pair of white socks and a pair of white trainers.
"There seems to be some mistake, madam. Most of the uniform is missing." Monica grabbed the bag, and fished around inside it. "Nothing amiss here," she said. "Socks," holding them up and depositing them on the chair, "and trainers! All present and correct!"
"You mean ...?" Daniel spluttered, hardly believing what he was hearing. "I mean that is the uniform for the first few tasks I have lined up for you.
You won't need any more. Now hand me all your clothes now, and put the uniform on!"
Daniel stripped naked, handing Monica each garment as he removed it. He was just about to pick up the socks when she stopped him. "I shall remove that unsightly wire running from your butt plug to your cock ring, now," she decided. "With access to your naked body, I can use other devices to chastise you, if necessary. In any case," she added, "If you don't behave I'll tell them that you removed the butt plug."
At that point Daniel noticed she was holding a riding crop, with which she lightly tapped his buttocks a couple of times.
"No, please don't disconnect the wires, madam. I've been told that if they have been tampered with I'll be assigned further punishments," Daniel implored. "Be that as it may! If I want the wire out of the way, I shall have it out of the way. After all, I'm paying your firm."
She put the clothes down on the chair while she unplugged the wire from the battery bulge on his cock-ring. Then she told him to bend over while she disconnected the other end.
"In fact, stay there a moment," she added. "I'll have that butt plus out while I'm at it. You might need a crap, or one of my guests might want to finger your arse over lunch."
No! Surely she was joking. There must be a waiters uniform to wear while serving strangers.
She got hold of the butt plug and eased it out, discarding it in the bin in the toilet enclosure, and washing her hands. Then she commanded Daniel to shower. While he was doing so, Monica gathered his clothes up, and disappeared behind the clothes racks with them. By the time he'd dried himself, she had returned, empty handed.
"Your clothes are now safely locked away in the locker room where neither you nor anyone else can get at them," she assured him. "You will not have access to them until just before you leave. Until then, you will wear what, if anything, I stipulate."
Daniel put the socks and trainers on, and Monica said: "Now first you will run my bath for me, and while I am bathing, you will make my bed, tidy my bedroom, dust it and vacuum. You will enter my bathroom when I call, holding a large bath towel up in front of you so that you can't see me, and wrap it round me as I step out of the bath.. At all times you will lower your eyes and avert your gaze from my body when I am not fully dressed. If I so much as catch you taking a quick glimpse at me, I shall whip you. Get it? Now go upstairs, and run a bath for me in my en-suite bathroom. My bedroom is the one with the door open."
Daniel found Monica's bedroom. It was a magnificent room, with a six foot bed, a large mirrored fitted wardrobe, and mirrors on the ceiling. An open arch led to the large en-suite bathroom, with a large bath, two-person shower, two hand basins, Jacuzzi, and door off to a WC.
Daniel started running the bath, and began to get horny at the thought of his `mistress' getting in it while he was in the adjacent room with no intervening door. He looked down and confirmed his penis was swollen and in almost a horizontal position. He stopped thinking about the bath, and hoped it would subside.
As he turned off the bathwater, and was taking a large fresh towel from a shelf in the bathroom, Monica called. "Come and give me a hand with this."
He returned to the bedroom, remembering to lower his eyes. "With what, madam?" he asked. "Undo my bra strap," she said. "It's a difficult one!"
From behind, he fiddled with the clasp until it came undone, then slid her shoulder straps forward down her arms to help her ease it off.
"Thank you, Daniel," she said. It was about the first kind word she had uttered to him.
The subsiding erection reversed its direction, and at the same time he felt the cock ring vibrating.
"It works, then!" she smiled, looking at his growing cock. "Yes, madam. It seems madam is determined to have me get an erection." "No, I was only teasing!" she said, turning it off just as Daniel's prick was reaching the horizontal again.
By now she had completely undressed, and Daniel was gazing intently at the floor, lest she clipped him with the riding crop that she now seemed to keep close to her at all times. As she passed him heading for the bathroom, she stroked his prick a couple of times, and felt the underside of his balls.
Daniel submitted without protest, opening his legs a little to make it easier for her. "Good boy!" she said. "I want you to do that every time I touch you, even if accidentally, in future."
Daniel went about making up the bed, tidying the room, and dusting and vacuuming. He'd just about finished when Monica called out from the bathroom; "Towel, Daniel!"
Daniel picked up the towel opened it, and held it out in front of him obscuring his view of the bath as he entered the bathroom. He heard some light splashing of water, and then felt Monica against the towel. He reached around her neck, handing her the corners of the towel which she grabbed and tucked in above her breasts.
"Now get out into the garden and dig me some potatoes for lunch," she ordered, returning to the bedroom. "You'll find I placed a pair of gum boots by the chair in the servants changing room. The tools and a basket for the spuds in the shed."
Daniel turned to leave, and went back to the changing room. He was disappointed, but not altogether surprised, that there were no gardening clothes for him. Seems he would have to dig the potatoes up nude, too.
He soon filled the basket with potatoes, hurrying lest anyone should walk round the back of the house and see him. He returned to the changing room, which he noticed had now had the curtain drawn obscuring the room from the lounge. Monica was in there putting a uniform bag on each of three chairs. Daniel noticed they each had a name on.
She went up to speak to him, riding crop at the ready. She laid a hand on his shoulder. Immediately, Daniel obediently moved his legs apart. But Monica had other things on her mind.
"Now you will shower, then put on the uniform in the bag with your name, and go to the kitchen in readiness to greet my guests and serve lunch."
Daniel looked at the bags and spotted his. The others were marked for Jason and Susie.
"Come on, into the shower with you!" urged Monica.
Daniel took of the gumboots and stood under a shower head in the open shower area, soaping himself until he had rid himself of the sweat and soil from digging in the garden. As he was drying himself, a girl and a man walked into the room. Daniel wrapped the towel around himself, and went over to them by the chairs.
"Hi!" they said. "You must be Daniel.!" "How did you know that?" "Your name is on the third bag!" answered Jason. "By the way, I shouldn't let her ladyship catch you covered with that towel. She'll whip your bum raw if she catches you covered!"
"I'm here sent by a company I signed a contract with, and breached it. I either knuckle under or stand to lose thousands of pounds," he said, removing the towel. "How about you?" "We're from a renta-houseperson agency," replied Susie. "We're paid a high daily rate, but we don't like these assignments where we are compelled to do humiliating or embarrassing things. Never mind -- the money's very good!" "So you're in a similar position as me, then, except possibly it's more difficult for me to get out of my contract! Any idea how much her ladyship pays the agency for a day's work?" "I heard a rumour it was £1000," replied Susie. "Probably not far out -- we get £750 each."
"We'd better get into our uniforms," suggested Jason.
Susie and Jason started undressing. Daniel took out the contents of his bag. The first item was a smart white close fitting waistcoat. He buttoned it up at the front, and then took out a pair of knee-length white socks and a pair of white patent leather shoes. That was it.
Jason and Susie had now undressed and started putting on their uniforms, which were identical to the one Daniel was wearing, except that Susie was not supplied with socks, being naked below the waistcoat down as far as the fashionable white shiny high heeled shoes that were included in her kit.
"I see you're shaved, like me," remarked Daniel. "Yes, her ladyship doesn't mind males being hairy, like Jason here, as there's still plenty to be seen. But she likes her guests to be able to get a good eyeful of cunt. See?" she added, putting one foot on the chair and giving Daniel a good look between her legs. He started to feel the beginnings of an erection.
Then Monica walked in briskly, picked up the two piles of clothing discarded by Jason and Susie, and locked them away in her locker room. When she returned she was carrying a cock ring identical to the one Daniel was wearing, and an egg shaped device.
She took hold of Jason's prick, and slid the ring into place over it. Then she ordered Susie sit in one of the chairs, and spread her legs. "Hold the lips of your cunt open for me," she instructed.
With her vaginal opening clearly visible, Monica slid the egg-shaped device in until it disappeared.
"Good. Just a quick test, and you're ready! Stand and face me!"
The three of them turned to Monica, and Daniel could feel tingling sensations in his cock ring. He looked at Jason's prick, and saw that both of them were starting to get erections. Obviously one controller operated both rings at the same time.
The tingling stopped, but they could hear a slight vibrating noise, and realised Susie was gasping with pleasure. Monica turned off the remote, and bade them follow her to the kitchen.
Monica ordered the two new servants to prepare the potatoes Daniel had dug, and to put out the previously prepared salad on plates. It seemed she was expecting a couple of dozen guests, and put Daniel in charge of answering the door and ushering them in. Not one of them reacted when they saw Daniel was bottomless, except they all took the opportunity to have a good look at what was on show. Before long the party was in full swing, with about twenty women, all looking very business like in smart suits. Daniel had been complimented by most of the women on the smart shaven appearance of his pubic regions.
By the time the eating was over, much wine had been consumed, and Daniel was aware that the conversation had turned to whether he or Jason had the biggest prick. Monica produced a tape measure.
"Let's see, then!" she said, ordering Jason and Daniel to stand side by side. Handing the tape to one of her friends, she invited her to measure them both.
Daniel and Jason were dismissed to clear away in the kitchen while the results were announced - Daniel, 3 inches, and Jason, 3.5 inches . ."Ah!" exclaimed a young woman called Julia, one of the youngest women there, probably in her mid twenties, "But whose is the biggest when they've got an erection?" "Let's have a bet on it!" suggested the girl sitting next to her.
Monica had Jason bring in a white board from the study, and he stood it on its easel to the side of the room. Julia laid down the ground rules. "Call out your own name, Jason or Daniel, whoever you think has the biggest cock, and your guess at the length when hard." Julia listed the guesses with a whiteboard marker as the guests called them out.
When they had all done that, all three of the servants were called back in. Jason and Daniel were instructed to face the table with their legs apart, and watch Susie. Susie was then ordered to remove her shoes, get up on the table, and gyrate sexily whilst removing her waistcoat. As she mounted the table, Monica turned the vaginal stimulator on, and before long her gyrations were performed in genuine ecstasy.
All the guests' eyes, however, were on Jason and Daniel's rapidly growing penises. A couple of times during Susie's performance, Monica felt them, to monitor their hardness. When she was satisfied that they were rock hard and rigid, she took out her tape once again, and measured.
"Jason 6.4 inches, Daniel 6.2 inches!" she announced. A cheer went up from the guests, and the winner was picked from the whiteboard list, to whom Monica presented a bottle of champagne.
Susie was allowed to put her waistcoat back on, and the three were despatched to carry on with their kitchen duties again.
"That woman's a bastard with the stimulator," complained Susie. " I'm gasping to have one of your pricks up inside me, but I daren't take the vibrator out." "I wonder what they're plotting now?" mused Jason. "It's all gone very quiet."
Before long, all three were called in again. The white board now had the same list of names, each with two columns with numbers ranging from 1.6 to 5.3. The columns were headed D and J. "Wonder what this is all about?" whispered Daniel. "Haven't a clue!" replied Jason, sotto voce.
Daniel noticed that the tablecloth had been removed from the table top, and was spread out on the floor next to the whiteboard. Jason and Daniel were commanded to stand on it. "Collect their uniforms!" Monica ordered Susie. Jason and Daniel dutifully took off their shoes and socks, and finally their waistcoats, handing them to Susie, who was told to deposit them in the kitchen and return. Meanwhile Monica had Daniel and Jason spread their legs as wide as they could, and put their hands on their heads.
Susie returned, and Monica gave her a stop-watch. "Start it when I say NOW!" she ordered, "and press stop1' when I say 1, and stop 2' when I say 2. Understood?" "Yes, madam," agreed Susie.
Then Monica produced the remote that controlled the cock rings. "Ladies, you've placed your bets. Let's see who is the most accurate, starting from NOW!"
Simultaneously Susie started the stop watch and Monica held the `on' button down on the cock-ring controller.
"Huh! They're now timing how long it takes us to get hard!" thought Daniel, as he felt himself growing.
Before long he was rock hard, and looked along at Jason, who was also obviously fully erect.
"OK! You can stop! We're both rock hard!" he said to Monica. "Ha! The poor thing thinks we're betting on their times to erection!" she laughed. Daniel noticed the guests grinning smugly.
"Not that it's any business of yours, but the bets are actually on the time it takes to make each of you cum!" she smirked.
"No!" thought Daniel in horror. "Not compulsorily and openly in front of all these people!"
He was about to walk away, when he noticed the riding crop was at the ready in Monica's hand -- and anyway, there was no way she would turn the cock rings off.
Daniel felt himself getting nearer and nearer to climax, as the cock ring efficiently did its job.
"Aah! Aah!" he gasped, holding back and thinking of anything else but sex.
Still the cock ring continued to stimulate him, and he couldn't shake off its effect. Before long he let out an almighty "Aaaargh!" and shot his load all over the table cloth.
"One!" called Monica, and Susie stopped Daniel's clock ticking.
Despite having cum, Daniel's cock ring continued to vibrate and prevent him from going limp. Monica was holding her finger on the button until Jason came. Daniel decided to go over to the staff changing area for a shower, but as soon as he took his hands off his head, Monica clipped him hard on the buttocks with her riding crop.
"Stay!" she ordered. It was another two minutes before Jason reached climax, which he did with almighty roar, straining as the semen spurted from his cock slit. Monica kept the button depressed until he had finished, by which time Daniel felt he was on the verge of cumming a second time. But finally the vibrations stopped, and his cock was left in peace.
"You may now take a shower," Monica announced. "Susie, you get in there with them and help them clean up."
The three of them headed for the refuge of the staff area, thankful that the curtains were closed. But as Susie stripped off her uniform, the whole area was flooded with bright light, and the curtains started opening. The guests had turned their chairs to watch the performance.
Monica followed them in, and retrieved their own clothes, which she laid out on the three chairs. "You may dress when you've finished," she said. "Jason and Susie are free to go. Daniel's transport should be arriving in about ten minutes."
"Is it that time already?" wondered Daniel aloud. "Doesn't time fly when you're enjoying yourself?"
And so it was that Daniel returned to base, just in time for the evening's training session.
To be continued ...