After our walk through the busy roads, guided on the leash, the gagged and handcuffed Lucy eventually enters my apartment. Lucy is a bit scared but also impressed with the luxurious BDSM equipment in the room, neatly assorted and decorated: a large St Andrew's cross, various whips, gags and other unknown rather scary pieces of equipment, partly mounted on the walls, which sends shivers down her spine. I attach her hands firmly to the cross over head, and then remove her gag.

"So ... Lucy, explain why you only got 8 points for your female attire today. What went wrong?"

Lucy tries to quickly weigh her options. Should she really confront me with her suspicion that she was tricked by me somehow today? ((That guy doesn't look so stupid. It's likely just a part of his plan. Maybe he just wants a reason to get angry?)) she thinks.

"I-I ... I guess I was feeling a bit rebellious today, sir. I didn't think it was fair that I had to dress so revealing just to get a pass."

"Are you arguing with me that the law is somehow unclear or not fair?"

Lucy hesitates before responding, knowing that honesty might result in more punishments. "Well ... maybe not the law itself, sir. But I just thought that a little rebellion couldn't hurt, especially since I've been doing so well lately." Lucy immediately realises how stupid her answer was.

"You know, let me tell you a secret." With a friendly smile, I continue: "There was nothing wrong with your attire, I think you probably had 12 or 13 points today. But when I saw you in the underground train, I wanted to have you. So I gave the control officer 300 bucks to sort you out."

There was a pause.

((What??)) Lucy's thinks to herself while her heart starts to race even faster. ((How can this guy tell her so bluntly that the law is actually on her side? There surely must be a way out of this now!)) But then she pauses further. ((He has the officially stamped and signed papers in his hands. If she would try complaining to the authorities, will anybody ever believe her in this society? Even if she would find somebody who watched the scene - maybe the latex lady? - would their judgement be able to compete against the measuring tape of an official female attire control officer?))

"But... that's not fair!" she finally says breathlessly.

"Well, life is not always fair, or is it, Lucy? The truth is that now I do have the official right - no, even the duty - to punish and fuck you for your wrong-doing, it is as simple as that. Do you acknowledge your position?"

Another pause. Lucy is looking down.

My direct and calm way to tell her directly what I want seems to leave an impression. Lucy realises that my plan is also not 100% risk-free. A good-looking guy ready to take risks to conquer her? In a part of her mind, that very thought flattens her. Lucy nods slowly. In a small voice, she says

"W-what will happen to me now, sir?"

I slowly walk behind the cross and take her voluptuous breasts into both hands from behind. Lucy's heart misses a beat. She puts her chin on her chest, rolling her head from left to right, to observe from a very short distance how my warm and strong hands grope her boobs. With astonishment she realises that the cuffed position of her hands over her head at the cross does not allow her to avoid anything. And the corset even seems to assist the groping, by pushing her breasts further up and into his hands.

"Well, I guess you don't have too many choices in your position, wouldn't you agree? You can decide trying to resist me - which won't help of course - or you can decide to like it". I squeeze her nipples softly between thumbs and middle fingers.

Lucy gasps and starts to moan involuntarily, throwing back her head, arching her back against the cross slightly.

"I'll try my best not to resist ... sir."

I walk back in front of you, and pull your breasts out of their pockets by the nipples. Then I use my tongue to lick, suck and squeeze them for a while.

Lucy bites down on her bottom lip as she faces the combination of pain and pleasure. Her mind swirls with conflicting emotions, but ultimately she gives in to the sensations. "Ah! thank you... sir."

I use a soft leather flogger to whip her breasts carefully, until they take on a rose colour and the nipples are fully erect and swollen. Each sting of the leather sends waves through Lucy's body, making her gasp and wriggle in place. She closes her eyes, focusing on the throbbing pleasure radiating from her chest.

"You should get your nipples pierced and ringed on day, you know, and then let the rings show through your top, this is always good for an extra point."

"Piercings, sir?" she breathes heavily, still reeling from the previous blow, "I don't know if I could handle that kind of pain ..."

"Let's find out about that, shall we?" I attach two nipple clamps to her erect and swollen nipples, and screw them tight, which makes her jump twice. I add a 250g weight to the chain connecting them. A sharp cry escapes Lucy's lips as the weight settles in, and the intense pinch pulling at her sensitive flesh.

"Ow! That hurts..." Lucy pouts and squirms.

I get very close and we start kissing while my hands play with the chain, pulling it sideways and upwards, twisting it. She melts into my kiss, letting me claim her mouth as the tugging on the chain continues.

"So it looks to me as if you have chosen the path of collaboration? Do you think that there is any particular procedure that is most likely to cure your impertinence and misbehaviour?" Lucy nuzzles into my neck, feeling submissive and helpless. "P'raps ... some spanking would cure it, sir?" Lucy says breathily.

"Right, let’s see what we can do in that respect, shall we?" I release her from the St Andrews cross. "May I ask you to remove your full body leather jumper, and slip? I need to get access to your bare bottom." Lucy looks down and nods, then slowly starts to wiggle out of the restrictive jumpsuit, grateful for the relief from the weight between her nipple clamps. Once she has removed both items, she stands before me in just her corset, stockings, heels and the nipple clamps. "I'm ready, sir."

"See this hip-high leather padded box? Bend over it with your legs spread wide." I gently pull at the chain connected to her nipple clamps to guide her over the box and attach the chain to the end. Then I take two short belts, wrap them firmly twice around each ankle and attach them to the sides at the bottom of the box, legs spread wide. Lucy complies, bending over the box, feeling vulnerable and exposed. The air has a cooling effect on her sweaty skin and moist pussy. "Is this position satisfactory, sir?"

"Let me see ...". Her naked, large and perfectly rounded bottom is nicely revealed, it's soft, wide and shapely. I run my hands over it, enjoying the warm silky skin, and check it's position. I connect a very short chain from her collar to the end of the box to force your head down. Two cuffs on for wrists are attached sideways to the bottom of the box. Lucy is now completely immobilised.

"I think we still need to make you stick up your bottom a little higher, Lucy." I squeeze a large pillow between the box and your lap, until your back is in a slightly arched position, and your bottom sticks up high. Lucy's cheeks are flushed red with arousal as she complies, arches her back to present herself better for the spanking. "This way, sir?"

"Now for the gag, we should make sure that you can't produce too much noise, is that clear?" I choose a large but soft blue ballgag. "Open wide, Miss Hadfield."

Lucy opens her mouth obediently and allows me to insert the ballgag. It's big and needs some squeezing and extra tugs until it sets into place. I buckle it tightly behind in her neck, and the additional strain and the ability of the gag to slightly deform under pressure result in an almost airtight fit. Much to my satisfaction, asking her to say something only results in some muffled noises and a barely auditable "Mmmgh!"

I lay four whips on the floor before your head. (1) a long leather whip, (2) a riding crop, (3) a cane, and (4) is the option to use my bare hands.

"So, Miss Hadfield. Make your choice. Which treatment will have the most lasting effect on your willingness to abide the new rules for female attire? Say 'mmgh' once for option 1 to 4x 'mmgh' for option 4.”

Lucy looks down at the array of implements, trying to decide which which she can handle. Finally, after a moment of thought, she closes my eyes and utter three muffled sounds.

"mmgh mmgh mmgh"

"The cane! That’s a tough choice, Lucy, your skin might receive some bruises, but I am sure it's a great tool to improve your motivation to abide the rules for female attire every day from now on. Are you ready?”

Her eyes widen with both fear and excitement as she nods her head vigorously. She takes a deep breath and tries to stabilise her thoughts, focusing on the sensations that she know will very soon follow. I run my hands over your vibrating bottom. I check her pussy with my fingers finding it pleasantly warm and moist.

"Try to get a sexual kick out of the treatment, this will help you to accept the pain."

She whimpers slightly at my touch, her whole body tensing up. She tries to relax and remember what I told her earlier about deriving pleasure from pain.

"TWACK!" The first hit comes down centrally on both ass cheeks.

She let out a muffled scream through the ballgag, the intense pain immediately followed by a wave of heat. She squirms against the restraints, trying to adjust her position. "NNnn - Mmph!"

"TWACK! ... TWACK! ... TWACK! ...”

I create a pattern of red parallel stripes on her ass, each time hitting untouched skin. Tears form in her eyes as she cries out against the gag with each strike. The sensations are intense and overwhelming. "Mmmphf!"

"Will you wear higher heels from now on?" TWACK!

"M-MMMMgh!" nodding her head violently.

"Will your wear your corset tighter from now on?" TWACK!

Lucy barely manages to nod this time, as the pain intensifies, making it hard to breathe. Each hit makes her crave more and more, despite the burning sensation. I walk around you to get a new angle.

"TWACK! ... TWACK! ... TWACK!"

I create another series of parallel red stripes on her ass, crisscross to the previous. This time it's harder, because I am hitting the skin that has already been hit before.

Lucy buckles wildly against the restraints, the pain nearly too much to bear, but now she understands that this is what she needs. She can feel an orgasm building quickly with each blow. "Ngghh! Mmmph! Nggh!"

I check your pussy once more, now finding it hot, pulsating and juicy wet.

"Such a naughty girl! Are you able to come just from pain? Remember that you have to ask me for permission if you ever want to come."

"TWACK!! TWACK!!"

Despite the sharp sting that causes her eyes to water, she feels her body getting closer and closer to climax. She starts to beg through the gag, hoping that I somehow understand the meaning of these noises (("PLEASE ... MAY I CUM, MAY I CUM?")).

I understand. She actually seems to possess his rare female ability.

"Permission granted! TWACK TWACK TWACK TWACK ..."

I perform a sequence of softer hits with slowly increasing frequency.

The rapid succession of lighter hits sends her over the edge. She explodes in an intense orgasm, her entire body convulsing in pleasure. She screams into her ballgag, feeling the heat spreading through her thighs and dripping down her legs.

"Impressive, Miss Hadfield, very impressive."

I enjoy applying a cooling gel to her ass with both hands to calm her down and to help her minimising the building pain. She collapses, breathless, her whole body still trembling with pleasure.

"Thank you... Sir..."

"There is one thing left to do" - showing her my large erect cock. "Where are you in your period? Do you wish to get pregnant? Otherwise I could use your asshole if you prefer."

Her eyes widen once more, looking at me with a mixture of surprise and desire. "I...I'm ovulating right now, sir. I... I'd like to feel you in my ass..."

"Right. You know that society would rather like to see me fulfilling my duty to make you pregnant, but since you have been so brave and collaborative, I think I let you get away with it this time. But next time you are caught by the female attire task force, there will be no escape."

I use splashes of a lubricant to moisten Lucy's asshole from outside and inside. Then I use a dildo, initially with some force, to widen and later relaxing her sphincter, until I can slide it in and put easily.

Lucy whimpers at the initial pressure, but soon adjusts her body and soon tries pushing back against the dildo, wanting more. I get into position behind you, remove the dildo, and then my thick stiff penis slides into her asshole

"Mmh, yes, that’s what I wanted when I saw you for the first time today."

I push deeper with every thrust. Lucy moans deeply into her gag as she feels me filling and stretching her. It's uncomfortable at first, but as I continue to thrust, she accepts my control. The combination of pain and pleasure is intense. She collaborates by trying to create a bit of additional tension around my dick which feels amazing. I massage her red arse with my hands just because I can.

Within minutes, I am ready to climax. Despite the discomfort, Lucy feels incredibly hot and dirty to be used this way. Some soft moans escape her ballgag and she develops a little smile of mental satisfaction feeling my increasing excitement. I fuck her hard while whacking her red arse with my hands, until I can't hold it any longer and spray my cum right into her arsehole. I grunt and pant, enjoying the control over her. Since it's impossible for her to cum in this position, she just needs to hold still and be my fuck-toy.

The session ends as abruptly as it began. After a short period of time to compose myself I say "Right, Miss Hadfield, let’s bring you back to the control station. I think you have learned your lesson."

I release her from the leather box, and exchange my gag for their standard gag. Again her hands are tied by the handcuffs behind her back. Once she is standing, her legs are still shaky on her high heels, and her ass still sensitive from the whipping and fucking. I attach the leash to Lucy's collar and gently pull her towards the door. The leather jumpsuit and slip go into a bag which I carry over my shoulders. Lucy is determined to walk with dignity out of this room, despite being led around like a pet. As I pull her along our path back to the control station on the busy streets, everyone can see her red crisscross-striped ass and the sign saying "insufficient female attire". Those who dare to look closer can even see my sperm running out of her asshole. In my triumphant walk, I tell her:

"This phase is the most important one for society, Lucy. Can you feel how all those women are reminded right now about what will happen to them if they refuse to abide our rules for female attire?"