Chapter 3

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.

Not yet, she told herself. There was still some time left before it was her turn.

“First time here?” said a voice.

It came from beside her, and she jumped in surprise. Quickly, she turned to look. The girl it belonged to was about the same age as her, another student most likely from the way her backpack rested against her shoulder, and she wore a sheepish grin that suggested it wasn’t exactly her first time here. Either that or she was just really good at hiding it judging by the way she seemed way too nonchalant.

“I-…, um,” said Salwa.

“My name is Rachael,” she said, “You can call me Rach though if you want.”

“Er, okay,” said Salwa, “I’m Salwa Farouk.”

She paused for a moment. Her full name sounded too formal. Rachael didn’t seem to mind much though as she leaned back in her chair.

“Right then, Salwa,” she said, “Nice to meet you. Also don’t worry, it's never as bad as they make it out to be. Besides, Officer Hughes is a good one, so I’d say that you got pretty lucky.”

“How did you…?” said Salwa.

“Because I happened to pass by earlier in the lobby while you were talking to the nurse,” said Rachael, “I’ve been over so many times by now that they don’t even bother with making me fill out the paperwork. I have a J25 by the way. A couple dozen or so spanks between my legs for not checking both ways while crossing the road. You?”

She turned with a bored look, and it took a moment for the words to register. Only a couple dozen? Salwa bit down on her lips. Already, that felt like way too much. She couldn’t even remember the last time she had been spanked by her parents, and the thought of being punished down there as well didn’t sound like fun. It was supposed to be a lesson for them to remember at the end of the day though, so she supposed that was sort of the point of it all.

“I have a…,” she said. She had to clear her throat first, “I have a J39. That’s the one where…”

“Oh, so they’re going to put it up your butt,” said Rachael, “Did they tell you how long it’s going to be for?”

“I think the nurse said fifteen minutes to an hour?” said Salwa.

The other girl winced. Judging by her expression, that probably wasn’t a good sign.

“Man, that sucks,” said Rachael, “At least tell me they gave you the option to use lube.”

“Lube?” said Salwa.

“Yeah,” said Rachael, “You know, so it doesn’t hurt as much. It’s a tradeoff of course since it means that they’re allowed to use a larger insert, but at least you’ll still be able to sit down afterwards once they’re done.”

She smiled a painful smile, and Salwa shifted uncomfortably against the hard plastic seat of her chair. The image of a long and thick object sliding into her rear popped into her head, and dimly she found herself wondering if she had forgotten to put anything down on the forms she handed over earlier. Something about opting in for the ease of insertion package? Or perhaps that was the one where they took a couple of extra minutes to warm her up with a separate instrument beforehand? She didn’t know. At this point it was hard to remember. Even after talking to a lawyer there had been way too many terms to understand, and halfway through the endless stack of forms her eyes were already starting to hurt.

Biting down on her lips, she tried not to think about what would happen if she hadn’t gotten her punishment switched over from the original J40. Would they have tried to use lube when they put it in her vagina, or did they think that it was something that her body would naturally produce? For some girls that might not have been a problem, but for someone inexperienced like her who only masturbated once every couple of months…

Whichever one it was, all of a sudden she felt grateful that the only place that would be punished today was her anus. Together the two of them fell into an awkward silence, and pressing her legs together Salwa resisted the urge to curl up. Especially as the door opened again, and the assistant stepped into the room.

“Salwa Farouk?” he called.

It was a bit like being summoned for her own execution. Slowly she pushed herself up from the chair, and Rachael gave her a reassuring look.

“Good luck,” she said, “Try not to fight it too much when you feel it starting to go in. You’ll only earn yourself an extra punishment at the end if you do.”

With those wonderful words of encouragement, Salwa slowly stepped forward to her doom.