Hanna accepts her punishment

Hanna stared up at the irate woman, then back up at her neighbor. Well...she had what she needed here, she stood up and smoothed down her skirt, "Excuse me..." She tried to step past the woman.

"Where are you going slut?" The woman blocked the doorway.

"It's not what you think, she has TITS." Louis said emphatically.

"I can see that, so that's what you like? My boobs weren't big enough?"

"NO! I mean the disease, she needs semen." He tried defending himself.

"Being a cumslut is not a disease." Joan said stiffly.

Hanna smiled, "Look, this is really between you two. I didn't know he had a girlfriend. I really just want to go home now." With her needs satisfied, she finally realized just how much her feet were hurting. She just wanted to head back to her apartment and take a long soak in her tub.

"Didn't know? Or didn't care?" Joan asked.

Hanna shrugged. She certainly didn't feel bad at all. She opened her mouth to say as much but then suddenly Joan slapped her. Hanna's heard swam and she tasted blood. She couldn't believe it. She'd never been slapped before.

"JOAN!" Louis snapped. Hanna heard the two of them shouting as she tried to refocus. When she finally came to her sense she realized neither were watching her. She was about to escape, when an idea popped into her head.

Old Rule: When two women are fighting any nearby male has the right to intervene. He can decide which of them is right and tell the loser apologize with words and actions or declare them both wrong and give instructions to make them apologize to each other. Apologies should be mostly for the man's benefit. Any woman who refuses to follow a man's instructions to end a fight with another woman can be punished by the male by any means he determines necessary.

Then she dismissed the rulebook and turned back to Joan. She grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her around and before she could recover, slapped Joan across the face, "That hurt you bitch!"

"Ow!" Joan said, clutching her face, "What the fuck!?"

"Exactly! You hit me first."

"You sucked off my boyfriend!" Joan said, shoving Hanna slightly.

"I have TITS, I needed his help." Hanna said, pushing right back.

"Whoa! Stop it." Louis inserted himself between them, "You can't just go around slapping people! Either of you! Now stop it and apologize to each other."

Hanna felt a need to go along with his instruction. It wasn't that she was physically **** to, but making it an old rule had made it a normal thing for women like her to do in this situation. She put on a fake smile and nodded, "I'm sorry Joan."

Joan hesitated, then sighed, "I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have slapped you."

"Good. Now kiss and make up." Louis said.

"What? I'm not kissing that whore!" Joan snapped.

"Kiss her or bend over and I'll spank you raw." Louis said, totally serious.

Joan bit her lip, then glared at Hanna, "Fine. Let's just do this."

Hanna nodded and leaned in. Their lips touched and Hanna felt a wave of excitement. She'd never kissed a woman before, but doing it specifically for a watching man had been a fantasy of hers for a while. It didn't take her long to put her hands on Joan, pulling her closer, kissing her deeper.

Joan pulled back, "T-that's enough? Right?"

"Oh fine. You can stop." Louis said.

Hanna backed away reluctantly, "Oh, ok. Well, I'll be going now..."

This time Joan didn't try to stop her. Hanna went to her apartment and immediately turned on the water in the bath. She fixed herself a quick dinner, then went back and slide into the tub, leaving her heels right beside of course. As she laid there, luxuriating in the bath, she had another idea.

Why should Louis get away with cheating? He should have told her. In fact, why should she get away with it too?

She summoned the rulebook and quickly wrote it in, once again leaving a little bit of it up to chance.

Old Rule: When a woman catches her male partner cheating she is permitted to punish him and his affair partner. The punishment must be proportional to the degree of intimacy between the partner and affair partner and the length and type of relationship. When a man catches his female partner cheating he is required to punish her severely, but still proportional to the length of their relationship. The severity of any punishment is limited to what the victim would find borderline intolerable.

Then she tossed the book aside and let her poor feet soak and her worries wash away.

Eventually though, she had to get out. She drained the tub and then carefully stood to dry herself off. She had to think really hard to not try and take a step, instead crawling out of the tub to put her heels on, then standing and walking to her bedroom. Before she made it, there was a knock at the door. Expecting Joan, she went to answer it.

Sure enough the bubbly blonde was there, with Louis just behind her, "I was so mad I forgot to punish you!" Joan said.

"Oh? And what did you decide?" Hanna asked.

Hanna reached into her bag and pulled out a metallic object, "This. It's a chastity belt. Put it on."

Hanna raised an eyebrow, "You just happened to have it with you? And is that really appropriate? I sucked him off, I didn't have sex with him." Despite her argument, she knew deep down that refusal wasn't an option. Part of her soul told her this was a rule and she had to abide by it.

"No I didn't have it with me! I ran out and bought it. You owe me $300 by the way."

As Joan said that, memories flew into Hanna's mind. With adultery being so easily punished now, chastity belts had become a lot more mainstream. It was even a common plot point in rom-coms where a woman gets caught cheating and is belted.

Hanna accepted the belt, "How long?"

"3 days for you. A month for him."

Hanna was shocked. She was sure that women would bear the brunt of this punishment. She also thought it would be more severe. After all 3 days in a belt wasn't nearly intolerable to her. She supposed she'd written an upper limit, but the lower limit was more heavily influenced by the person doling out the punishment. Maybe it would be different if she'd had sex with Louis, or maybe not. After all she really could argue she'd done nothing wrong. She really hadn't known he was in a relationship, all the blame lay with him. Although if they did have sex she imagined Joan would find it in herself to ratchet up both punishments.

Hanna was only wearing her towel and she debated just dropping it to put the belt on, but there was no need to piss Joan off even more, "Excuse me a moment."

Hanna took the belt to her room. She threw the towel on her bed and examined the belt. It looked fairly simple, yet it was obviously well made. Bright shiny inescapable stainless steel. Her heart fluttered in anticipation. She sat down on the bed and slide her legs into the holes, then stood and pulled it up to her waist. She pushed the ends together and it sealed with a satisfying click. She tugged on it experimentally, but it was well and truly locked now.

She grabbed a t-shirt and threw it on, then went to see Joan and Louis, still waiting by her front door.

"Well? Satisfied?" Hanna asked.

Joan stepped forward and tugged on the belt, then tried putting a finger between the cold steel and Hanna's waist. When she was satisfied it was on correctly, she nodded, "Ya. I'm satisfied. I'll be staying with Louis so you can come see me if you need to get it off, under supervision, to clean or use the bathroom. But don't bother me unnecessarily or I'll extend the time."

"Is that a promise?" Hanna asked slyly.

"Ugh, let's go Louis." Joan grabbed his arm and tugged.

"Bye Sir!" Hanna waved to him.

When they were gone she examined the belt once again. She felt her pussy tingling, now that she couldn't do it, she desperately wanted to masturbate. Instead she went to her room to read some erotic literature before finally dozing off to sleep.

The next morning Hanna woke up with a burning need between her legs. A need she couldn't satisfy. Just 12 hours into her 3 day stint and she was already tempted to beg Joan for release...although that may have been more about the idea of how humiliating it would be to beg for sex so soon after being locked up. She managed to resist that temptation though, just stopping by their condo for a bathroom break before continuing about her day. She decided to skip breakfast at home, instead she went to the Bay Street Cafe to see her rule in effect.

She was, to be honest, a little disappointed. She'd written the rule to make sure they only hired female barista and that they had to be topless, but she hadn't accounted for taste. Hanna wasn't some kind of feminist who thought all women's bodies were beautiful or whatever crap they were selling these days. She didn't have to be a lesbian to know that some women were hot, and others were not. One barista working that day was cute, but Hanna had no desire to see old or fat women with their tits out.

She tsked to herself. She had to fix this. An easy thing to do.

Old Rule: The Bay Street Cafe only hires conventionally attractive women. The location is frequented by wealthy bankers and is known as a spot to work to find a sugar daddy and or wealthy older husband amongst local women. The employee benefit package covers beauty treatments and cosmetic surgery with a particular emphasis on breast implants.

Hanna looked up and the scene had changed. A barista walked by carrying a tray that would turn heads in any room, with boobs at least as big as Hanna's own recently enhanced chest.

"Much better..." Hanna whispered to herself. She happily ordered her coffee and breakfast sandwich and then ate in silence as she watched the bimbos running around serving the mostly male clientele. She had ideas on how to mess with them further, but she couldn't be late for work. It was a rule after all. She finished her meal and then set off for her first full day as an errand girl.

Her day passed by surprisingly quickly. People had gotten used to ordering her around and she didn't have a spare second to even think. Up and down the elevator. In and out of the building. Copy this. File this. Bring me a latte. Go get my dry cleaning. Task after endless task. Even Ned had gotten over his fear of her to forcefully request a bagel from the shop down the street. All the running around was hell on her poor feet, still in 4 inch heels, but she endured, she had ****. She'd expected Sharon to be a thorn in her side, but the real problem was Julian. She wasn't sure if he was annoyed she hadn't used him for treatment last night, or if he was just having fun, but he took particularly pleasure in sending her on useless errands, mocking her for making mistakes, even when she hadn't made any.

"No no, I asked for a latte with oat milk. This is clearly soy milk." Except he'd actually asked for soy

"You faxed that to Henderson? No, you silly girl. It was supposed to go to Hendrickson!" Except they didn't even have a client named Hendrickson.

"Is this single sided? Do you hate the environment? Go copy it again!" The idea of a man like Julian caring about the environment was laughable, but the growing ache in her feet wasn't.

Finally, at the very end of the day, she was summoned to Richard's office. She arrived just as Marcella was leaving. Marcella glared at her, but said nothing as they passed. Richard's bubbly bimbo waved her right in and Hanna walked in to find Richard staring out the window.

"You wanted to see me Sir?"

Richard turned and looked her up and down, "Yes. Two reasons. The first, I wanted to let you know that word of your performance has reached me. While the bitch resisted her punishment and did the bare minimum, you excelled and took your lumps without complaint. I got more than one serious request to keep you in that role, but after reviewing your numbers, well, that would be quite foolish of me to do so. I just wanted you to know that your willingness to cooperate with your punishment has entirely wiped the slate clean. In a few minutes you'll be a junior partner once again, one with a bright future."

He walked around his desk and leaned back into it, "The second reason I called you here is I heard you're a member of The Toronto Lawn Tennis Club. My wife has a doubles match tonight but her partner fell and twisted her ankle. You'll be her partner tonight. I assume that's not a problem?"

The way Richard asked, it was clear he wouldn't accept there being any problem at all.

Unfortunately...there was. Hanna glanced down at her feet. She enjoyed tennis, but there was no way she could play in 4 inch heels. Not in a way that didn't embarrass herself. And putting on a poor show in front of the boss's wife would be bad for her career, she was sure of it. It was time to see if she could edit a rule.

"Well Sir...I'm not sure if you are aware, but there's a rule that says I can't walk unless I'm wearing 4 inch heels. I'd love to play, but it might not go well if I can't wear proper footwear. With your permission I can change the rule to allow myself to walk in tennis shoes while on the property of the tennis club."

Richard seemed to consider it, then nodded, "Yes. That makes sense. I agree. Now you'd better hurry, my secretary will give you the details. Oh, and you'd better win girl. My wife HATES to love, especially to THAT woman."

"Y-yes sir." Hanna bowed her head and then hurried out. She didn't have a lot of time if she wanted to eat dinner before heading to the tennis club, so she grabbed the details from the secretary and made haste back to her apartment.

After a quick bite to eat, she was on the subway, headed to the club. As she waited, she pulled out the rulebook and began to write. First she edited the rule about her needing to wear heels, per Richard's agreement to give her an exemption only on tennis club property. Then she

Toronto Lawn Tennis Club

Old Rule: The dress code for women requires miniskirts and forbids panties while on the court. Male members are permitted to check for compliance by lifting the skirt of any woman. All tops must display cleavage.

New Rule: It is considered normal for women to offer sexual bets on their matches. All such bets are legally enforceable.

Smiling to herself, she put the book away and patiently waited for the train to arrive. Then she left and made her way to the club. In the change room she put on her tennis clothes, matching the new (old) rule, and put on her comfy tennis shoes. It felt a little strange wearing them after needed heels the last two days, but it was a welcome change.

Then she went out to find Richard's wife. She made it to their reserved court, but it seemed she was the first one there. As she waited several men went by on the way to their courts, each of them stopping briefly to flip up her skirt to check for panties. She wasn't wearing any, obviously, but her shiny metal chastity belt got them talking. After all it practically branded her as a cheater. One called her a whore, and another asked if she wanted to cheat again. She just smiled politely and waited.

A few minutes later Richard's wife walked out. They'd never met, but Hanna recognized her from a photograph. Hanna held out her hand, "Hi, Melody right?"

Melody smiled and took Hanna's hand, "Yes, you must be Hanna. Richard said he was sending someone good...you are good, aren't you?"

"I believe I am." Hanna said.

"You'd better be. This match is important. Anita and I are frenemies...although honestly it's more enemy than friend these days. She was gunning for Richard too you see, her husband isn't as wealthy and it irks her to no end that I won. Unfortunately she is good at tennis. Better than me. That's why I need you to bring your A game."

"I'll do my best," Hanna said honestly. She might enjoy getting humiliated, but a man had told her to do a good job, so she intended to do just that, "If you want...you've heard about the new policy on betting? Why don't we offer them something good? If Anita thinks she's all that, she'll take the bait. After all, I don't look like a ringer, do I?" Hanna leaned forward, emphasizing her chest.

Melody grinned, "Yes...yes that's a good idea."

At that moment a man walked by, stopped briefly to flip Melody's skirt up, then walked by without another word. Melody rolled her eyes, "Men. You'd think they'd get tired of that but every time I come here without fail...oh well. The facility is worth the inconviences, am I right? Oh there's Anita and her partner."

Two women walked out to join them, "Hello Melody, what happened to Kiera?"

"Oh she hurt her ankle. This is Hanna, she works with Richard."

Hanna held out her hand, "Nice to meet you."

Anita ignored her, "Well whatever. Should we get started?"

"Really? Before even making a wager?" Melody teased, "I guess you're behind the times. It's normal for us sophisticated ladies to play for some real stakes."

Anita's face flushed, "N-no. I know about that. Fine. Losers flash the other courts."

Melody scoffed, "Please. That's child's play. Losers are the winner's sex slaves for the night. I'll take Anita and Hanna can take whatshername. And the other way around of course."

"S-sex ****?" Anita's eyes went wide, and even Hanna was shocked. Shocked, but not disappointed. She loved where Melody's mind had gone. Either way she was going to be happy.

"I'm in." Hanna said immediately.

"Well...f-fine. We're in too."

"Anita..." Her partner said slowly.

"Don't worry. We crushed Melody and Kiera last time remember? This is our win." Anita said.

Hanna smiled, "Good luck to us all."

And then it was time to get started.