Rebecca's return to college

Rebecca waited at the foot of the bed while the housekeeper checked her small single room for cleanliness and tidiness. The university employed housekeepers to clean for the male students, but of course girls were expected to look after themselves and were punished if they failed to keep their rooms up to scratch. At least, unlike at some colleges, female students weren't expected to clean for the boys.

"Wow," said the middle-aged brunette. "That's some collection of shock devices!"

Thus, the young student had to explain about the experimental trial and how her new implants were being tested against a variety of traditional alternatives. Then, unsurprisingly, she was called upon to demonstrate the new innovation.

"…so you see, they just lock on with magnets and then you push this button to release them, although that can be disabled remotely, using the app, which you can download by scanning this code."

"Okay," the cleaner replied as she did so. "Put them back on so I can test it."

"Uh, the shocks are indescribably painful. They're a really severe punishment," Rebecca blurted out in alarm, whilst complying with the instruction anyway.

"Uh-huh. It looks pretty simple. I just select the number and press confirm and you get one shock per second. Shall we say thirty?"

"Thirty! That's like a punishment for ****." The ginger youngster was appalled at the very thought.

"What?"

"I mean, I can't imagine anything a girl could do that would be bad enough for that many. Even one is a terrible, terrible punishment, far worse than fifty with the cat."

"Don't be daft. I had a couple of shocks when I was your age. They hurt, but nothing like that."

"These are so much worse. That's what the experiment is testing: how many normal shocks are the equivalent of one with this device—and it's a lot. Hundreds, maybe even thousaAAARGH!"

Rebecca collapsed to the floor, retching and wracked by spasms as the housekeeper couldn't resist giving it a go. With a guilty start, she released the leads, now believing the girl was telling the truth about the severity of the new invention.

"Um, well, your room looks fine, keep up the good work. I'll let myself out."

The shaking student managed to thank her respectfully and then sobbed for a few minutes after she left.

"…and that's the code you need to scan to download the app, sir."

"And what does this button do?" The lecturer had never used shock devices before and was fascinated.

"That lets you initiate a punishment straight from the control box, but the app is much easier."

"Uh-huh." The elderly academic didn't like to clutter his mobile devices with apps he would rarely use. "Show me how it works."

"You press it once for a single shock or select the number with this rocker and then press the button to initiate, if I'm ever so incredibly naughty that you decide I deserve more than one."

"It's not working."

"The leads have to be attached," Rebecca explained with a sinking feeling in her stomach. He looked at her expectantly and she put them on with shaking hands. He experimented with the switches, increasing and decreasing the number on the display, before returning it to one. His finger hovered over the initiate button, but finally pressed the release, instead. The ginger student breathed a sigh of relief.

"Interesting, but I think I'll stick with a spanking."

"Thank-you, sir," she replied fervently, not realizing that her obvious preference for the paddle would make him have second thoughts about eschewing modern technology.

"Is there any reason not to keep the leads connected all the time?" It was one of the teaching assistants who asked the question, but Rebecca's other lecturer, the younger, more progressive one, nodded her approval.

"Um, I don't actually know, sir. I think it might be dangerous to exercise with them on and they might get tangled in my sleep…"

"Yes, yes," her lecturer interrupted, "not all the time, but I'd like you to wear them in classes and lectures, at least, in case you need to be disciplined. It will save time calling you up for a thrashing."

"Yes, miss, of course. I'll remember."

"Uh, you wanted to see me, sir?" Rebecca was leaning around the heavy oak door of the junior dean's office apprehensively. Most girls were only called there for castigation.

"Yes, come in. Some of my colleagues have mentioned that you've been fitted with surgically implanted electrodes. I've read about them, but never had a chance to use them before and I was wondering if you'd mind demonstrating them for me."

"Demonstrating, sir?"

"Yes, connect it up and let me give you a little shock or two."

"There are no little shocks, sir. Every one is absolutely excruciating."

"Of course. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make light of it. Would you mind?"

Much to her shame, Rebecca started to sniffle.

"They just hurt so much. If you think I deserve it, of course, I will, but if I've been good…"

"I see. I thought that because you volunteered for the trial, you might be willing to help me out, but if not, you might as well go." He started work on his laptop again.

Rebecca rose hesitantly and turned to leave, but then stopped and spoke.

"Volunteering was the only way to afford the implants. I mean no disrespect." He looked up at her and she continued. "Would you like me to ask my tester whether you can watch one of my sessions?"

"Would he be alright with that?"

"I don't know, but I can ask her."

"Let's see it then," her colleague demanded over lunch.

"Not here," she replied, pleadingly.

"Why not? Are you too good to strip off in the canteen?"

"No, of course not, but I don't want to disturb anyone else here." Especially when she was connected to a small box that could cause her unimaginable pain at the touch of a button. However, her other mates added their voices to his and eventually, she relented.

By the time she'd finished showing the students on her table how the device worked, a small crowd had gathered and she was growing more worried somebody would complain she was creating a disturbance.

"Who wants to give her the first shock?"

"It's not a toy," she admonished him. "It's a serious punishment implement for when I'm really naughty."

"Hey, you remember when you spilt that coffee last term?"

"I remember you spanked me for it at the time."

"Well, maybe you deserve a few shocks, too?"

Rebecca felt another panic attack threatening. If she objected, it could be seen as resisting a punishment, but it was an unwritten rule that once a chastisement was complete to the disciplinarian's satisfaction, all misdeeds were forgiven. It was totally unfair that she was being threatened with something over and done with. Fortunately, the other students backed her up and he was **** to drop it.

"What about ogling Abel in the showers?"

Rebecca stared at her best friend in shock. She'd told her about accidentally seeing her flatmate in the shower after he left the door open in confidence and couldn't believe she was being betrayed, especially when the consequences could be so dire. Her pal showed no remorse, though, explaining to the others exactly why the ginger girl ought to be disciplined. In the end, it was agreed that one shock for looking and two for not owning up was appropriate.

Her fellow students were laughing when she put a spoon between her teeth and curled up into a ball to prepare for the agony, but by the time she finally stopped writhing in torment, everyone had fallen silent, amazed by the intensity of just three shocks.

"Hey, Amal, you should get implants like her."

"Oh, no, I don't think so," the stunning brunette, one of the prettiest at the university, shuddered.

"It wasn't a suggestion," her supervisor corrected. "Find out about the programme she's signed up to and apply. Tell me how it goes at our next meeting."

"I'm afraid it's the urethral probe and the clit clamp tonight," the woman overseeing the experiment said through the computer speakers. "I know you really hate them and you're up to two thousand shocks now."

"Um, may I ask you a question? Or, two, actually," Rebecca asked, whilst grabbing the required accessories.

"Uh, sure, okay. If you're quick."

"When you ask me which is worse, do you just mean which is more painful?"

"It means whatever which is worse means to you. Which do you not want repeated. Either because of the pain, or whatever reason matters most to you."

Rebecca gasped as the serrated clamp bit into her tender nub and then started the much more onerous task of forcing the rough probe into her poor little pee hole.

"I'm just thinking about the time. If I'm getting shocked for hours every day, I won't have time for my college work and other obligations and I'll get punished worse."

"Well, that's certainly something for you to consider. You said you had a second question."

"Oh, yes, my junior dean wanted to know whether he could observe one of my sessions."

"I'll have to check with my supervisor. If your dean could persuade a few more students from your university to sign up to the programme, I think I could swing it for him. Let me have his email address and I'll contact him."

"Thanks," Rebecca sighed and sat back, having finally finished inserting the urethral probe. The painful part of the process was about to begin.