Punishments

The pain of refusal was truly indescribable.

In addition to the burning, aching, gnawing pain, there came a feeling of overwhelming guilt. It was like cowering beneath someone you knew had every right to belittle you.

"Yes... yes, I understand!" I said, squirming on the floor.

"Yes, ma'am," Miss Bennett corrected patiently. "Address us correctly and with respect."

"Yes ma'am! Yes ma'am! I understand, ma'am!" I whimpered.

The burning sensation stopped and I was left shaking on the floor. Nicole giggled like she was loving my reactions.

"Very good," Miss Bennett said. "You show exceptional promise as a beta, Barry. I noticed you as soon as you got to this school and have been keeping an eye on you ever since. It's why I volunteered to be one of your trainers."

I couldn't keep my eyes off of Miss Bennett's skirt. Her smooth, sexy tight-clad legs. Her gorgeous thighs. Her panties, barely covering the shape of her pussy... They were mesmerizing.

"Starting today, Nicole and I will be giving you tasks to complete. You will not be hypnotically induced to complete them. And you will not be given a negative stimulus for refusing. Instead, you will be expected to complete each task willingly and in a timely manner, or you will be punished in a much more creative way than by simple pain. Do you understand, sissy?"

"Y-yes ma'am... B-but..." I tensed up, half-expecting another shock of the burning sensation for talking out of turn. It didn't come, so I continued. "I don't understand... why do you keep calling me a sissy... ma'am?"

Nicole decided to field this one. "Uhh, because you are a sissy, sissy. Duh! You're a weak, pathetic little loser. You have no muscles. Your cock is tiny. You spend all day gooning to porn - yeah, we monitor that. And you're a virgin and probably will be for life. You're so pathetic that we generous Alphas have decided to make you less of a waste of space by turning you into stress relief for your superiors. Now grovel and say thank you!"

The burning sensation, the 'negative stimulus,' came back and brought me flat to the floor. I squirmed and writhed while Nicole laughed above me.

"Thank you! Thank you thank you ma'am! Thank you so much, I'm so grateful mistresses!" The negative stimulus didn't ebb. My caged cock rubbed against the floor as my leg splayed, unable to hold my body up against the onslaught of discomfort. I must have looked so pathetic, humping the floor in an attempt to right myself. Nicole cackled with amusement.

"Now, Nicole, our job is to train him, not to punish at every opportunity," Miss Bennett spoke painfully slowly, taking her time while watching me with indifference. "We must give the sissy a chance to better himself before resorting to the use of the negative stimulus. And even then, more creative punishments are always more memorable and effective. Allow me to demonstrate."

The professor stood up slowly, then. And the negative stimulus stopped abruptly, leaving me in a heap on the floor, panting to catch my breath. Shaking, I let out a few little laughs. The kind that only come from the rush of endorphins following especially intense stress.

Nicole squatted down and pinched my cheek hard. "Aw, poor wittle sissy! Did you get a boo-boo?" She laughed and let go, standing up again.

Miss Bennett looked down at me and commanded: "Stand, Barry. You have been reasonably compliant this session, but as your trainers, we must teach you what consequences your actions may yield should you choose to disobey. To that end, when I say 'go,' you will walk into the hallway and shut the door behind you. You will stand with your hands behind your back, chin up, legs spread, and perfectly still for three minutes. After that time and not a moment before, you will return to us. Now go."

"W-wait, please let me put my clothes on first-!"

My body began moving automatically. I stood up on shaky knees and started towards the door. I stepped over my pants and shirt on the way, grabbing the door knob and turning it.

"Please ma'ams... I'm sorry! Please n-not this!" I stepped outside, into the brisk empty hall. Dozens of doors lined the hall on either side. All of them full of my peers, fellow classmates that could come out at any moment and see me. My social life would be over.

I got into position outside the door. Naked. Caged. Alone. And reached back to shut the door. My heart beat so fast I was sure I would pass out. My cock twitched in its cage, sending stinging jolts through my pelvis.

The last thing I saw were the grinning faces of my mistresses watching me.

And then, the door closed.