The Lemurian Institute Pt. 03

Officer Moore paused at the door. She looked over at her girl.

"I am going to march you out, down the hall--then the stairs--and then across the way to the station," she said. "You are going to be an obedient little brat and do exactly as you're told without unnecessary drama or falling on the ground. Got it?"

Ami couldn't breathe--but she nodded, biting her lower lip. Officer Moore opened the door.

It was whatever was worse than awful. Bare-bottomed, she was, in fact, marched down the hall to the stairs. They didn't pass other people or see anyone until they reached the bottom and a glass door opened out to the lawn.

Ami let out a thin moan as the officer led her efficiently out into the afternoon light.She was without question the center of attention: bare bottom and flanks shining in the sun, shirt covering nothing. She was giving hoarse sobs as the officer led her, pulling by the cord that leashed her wrists and moving her along quickly across the way.

Her shoes and socks felt unnaturally heavy on her feet and her bottom felt huge and bright. Tears ran down her face: fortunately, so far as she knew, no one said anything--but there she was, marched out on display for masturbating in a campus bathroom. When officer Moore got her through the door into the campus security office, she wished she could faint. She wanted to collapse. The woman, thankfully, took her to a chamber in the back.

"Give me your name and student number," she said. "Then you can kneel over there, hands on your head." Her voice was softer than before and Ami choked out the information and then dropped wretchedly onto one of the small pads, facing the wall. Someone had professionally painted small circles on the tan wall with the printed words "NOSE HERE" above each one. The level was calibrated for kneeling and Ami, tears flowing, pushed her nose against the wall and sobbed.

The Fantasy Forest - Assistant Professor Emily Carter

Emily Carter sat in the lounge of the Fantasy Forest Gentlemen's Club. The girls were dancing and while she hadn't been in the club before, she was pretty sure the way things were happening now was NOT the way things were happening a few weeks ago--at least she was pretty sure of it.

Her lack of clarity was disturbing and yet she forced herself to dwell on it because when she relaxed her concentration, it was like slipping into a comfortable bath--one where she was unable to quite see just how strange things had gotten.

While she didn't know what the strip-club like like when things were normal, she was pretty sure that the entertainment didn't involve spanking pillories, some kind of nasty-looking irritant douche, nettle spankings applied to the sex of the girls.

The serving girls had their bladders filled with a turkey baster applied to their uethras by the woman running the club and had to sell a certain amount of drinks before they could go and relieve themselves.Emily watched them squirm as they worked. She found their desperation fetching and it looked like everyone else did too. There were, she thought, an unusual number of women in the audience.

She assumed touching was prohibited--but it seemed those rules were relaxed right now:Spanks as the girls went by seemed expected. She also thought the stable of girls was terribly, terribly aroused. They certainly weren't pleased with the job--but they were doing it.

She thought she might need to come back later--a night here could be quite fun--but she wasn't here to pay for a girl to be assigned to "satisfy" her or to enjoy the activity of punishing--which she had found she did! No, as an assistant professor, she had quite a lot of students to enjoy in THAT regard.

No, she was here to follow up on Evan's find in the Lemurian center.

Transcript of Phone Conversation With Between Assistant Professor Emily Carter and Evan 2 hours Ago

Evan: "I'm sending you the notes from their records room. There were three different sets delivered. The stone, a set of three sarcophagi with remains, and one giant, uh, fish tank? A specimen extracted from ice that was largely intact."

Emily Carter: "I'm looking. Interesting. How are things out there?"

Evan: "Out there?"

Emily: "I haven't been out and around much. I've had a steady stream of disciplinary encounters in my office though. I think it's accelerating."

Evan: "It's hard to tell." He paused to consider. "I've seen a pretty big sorting by dominance. In the student lounge cafeteria, there are staff making sure the less dominant students eat first and are choosing nutritious meals. I think some of them are getting paid for--or at least the charge dismissed. I'm... almost certain that's new."

A long silence.

Emily: "And discipline?"

Evan: "As I said, hard to tell--but I am pretty sure some of the campus bathrooms are explicitly marked as 'punishment stations'. Some under-used classrooms too. They have signs showing a stick figure administrating a spanking to another. Those classrooms are also in use. So, yeah."

Emily: "I'm looking at these documents. There's something--huh!?" her voice sounded startled and surprised.

Evan: "What?"

Emily: "The mysterious Mrs. Eleanor Blaskin, I--I've met her."

Evan: "You have!?"

Emily: "Four years ago. I was completing my undergrad and working with a catering service. Blaskins threw some kind of event and we staffed it. She was... mid forties, I guess. Severe--a nightmare customer. Very exacting. Very specific. Perfectionist. She wanted all the floor workers to be girls--her term. She had us brought in and scored us for suitability."

Evan: "Scored you for what!?"

Emily: "... she didn't say outright--but... 'cuteness' is what the catering manager thought. She wanted everyone interacting with the guests to be a cute girl. We had to wear maids outfits too. She provided them! Skirts above the knee, traditional, uh, 'mob caps.' The kind of 'sexy maid' outfit. Frilly aprons. It was ridiculous--but we all had to wear the outfit and I think I still have mine somewhere."

Evan: "That sounds directionally right, yeah? She's the one who took that big specimen in the tank?"

Emily: "Submerged in liquid teflon, removed in a freezer truck. Yeah. But Evan?"

Evan: "Yes?"

Emily: "One girl--a friend of mine Sannvi--her parents are from India. She, uh, she had an encounter with a guest. A man called her 'bacci'--little girl--and she got angry and snapped at the guest. The client--Mrs. Blaskin--pulled her off the floor and, I think--my memory was that she scolded poor Sannvi into tears."

Evan: "Okay--that tracks, I think."

Emily: "It does--but: I think she, uh, Mrs. Blaskin--I think she may have spanked Sannvi as well. I remember her holding her buttocks a bit and not sitting for the rest of the day."

Evan: "This was four years ago?"

Emily: "Yes. Two years after the Peabodi expedition to the Antarctic peaks came back with some of the first pictures and artifacts. So Lemuria was known--but not... not as well examined as it is today."

Evan: "So what do we do with this?"

Emily: "I know where Sannvi wound up. She got into a Lemurian mathematical study center. She was still part of the school for a year and a half. The study center had a benefactor--quarter of a million dollars gift. The documentation doesn't say who--just that it was local to Hamilton."

Evan: "Mrs. Blaskin."

Emily: "Seems potential, right?"

Evan: "Yes--and then?"

Emily: "Well, there's a lot I couldn't get from public records--but it looks like Sannvi got caught up with a series of missed court dates for basic traffic infractions and they issued a bench warrant."

Evan: "Oh..."

Emily: Yeah--like I said, a couple of years ago--but she wound up getting hauled into court and--after a bit, they had a plea deal. It's sealed, which is strange--but apparently she had a high-powered lawyer come in and get her out of the jail and she and the lawyer walked out of there."

Evan: "Okay--"

Emily: "So then she--she is doing work at a PRIVATE Lemurian work group. All civilian, deciphering the math of the so-called Fomalhaut documents. You know them?"

Evan: "I've heard of them. I didn't think civilians could get their hands on them."

Emily: "They can't not in total--but fragments of the documents ARE partially available to industrial and technical concerns. They're classified a Cognitive Hazard."

Evan: (quietly) "What does that mean?"

Emily: "That deciphering them in full is somehow dangerous. But Sannvi WAS given a job with a private concern that had partial docs. I presume she's still with it. But also--also, she, um, works at the 'Fantasy Forest.'"

Evan: "What's that?"

Emily: "A strip-club. Sort of, I think. Trust me: This is the LAST place Sannvi would EVER work--the girl I knew wouldn't come NEAR this place!"

Evan: "So then why?"

Emily: "Again, hard to say--but it looks like she started appearing there right after her release from jail. And while it's impossible to say who owns the club, I think we can trace it an off-shore interest. Guess who I think owns it."

Evan: "Mrs. Blaskin again."

Emily: "Right. Sannvi gets in trouble, gets pulled out of jail, charges dropped--but she has to work at the private research group AND she has to attend the club which, unless I'm REALLY mistaken is a punishment."

Evan: "It--sounds like it. So what are you going to do?"

Emily: "I want to talk to Sannvi. She's on tonight. I want to know what she's doing--if it really is Mrs. Blaskin--if she really got corporal punishment years ago. If she did then I think Mrs. Blaskin is involved in this--maybe going way back."

Evan: "Good--sounds like a lead. I need to go pick up Tess--she wound up at one of the sorority houses getting aftercare."

Emily couldn't resist a slight laugh at that.

The Fantasy Forest - Assistant Professor Emily Carter

Emily was sitting at a table by herself when Sannvi came out. She had to admit the girl was looking, at least health-wise, fabulous. Sannvi had put on a small amount of weight since she'd known her a couple of years ago. It filled her out nicely. Her brown skin was smooth and supple and, with some specific exceptions, looked perfect. Her black hair was lustrous.

What she didn't look, was comfortable. When she came out to some suggestive whistles and calls from the audience, it was clear she loathed this.

You shouldn't have taken the deal from that high-powered attorney, Emily Carter thought dryly. Seeing her former co-worker coming out to get into her routine on stage was arousing though--it was fun to watch. The DJ had started playing a song--but the beat wasn't to be danced to: it was for a different kind of activity.

As the music came up and the DJ introduced her as Sannvi--not even a stage-name, she begin a dance that involved being slinky and suggestive and the 'disciplinarian' on stage, a tall muscular man with a fully covered face moved in counterpoint to the beat.

When he snapped a whip--a LOUD crack--it was Sannvi's cue to start disrobing. The audience responded as she removed her top and the glittering bra. Her breasts came out, full and round. She looked decidedly unhappy as she undid the short-shorts she was wearing and stepped out of them. She had a thong on: but Emily could see her buttocks bearing tell-tale marks of discipline--hard to see bruising and swelling. The dark curve of her anal cleft as she drew down her thong.

Then it was time to get over the padded spanking bench, knees spread wide, back arched, bottom pushed out.

POW! The disciplinarian had stepped in and landed a sound smack on her buttocks and Emily could them ripple under the impact. POW! POW! WHAP! The girl made soft sounds of pain and gripped the bench. She did make a spectacular effort in keeping her bottom out. Emily had a lot of experience seeing this of late, and none of her students would have done so well.

Whap-whap-Pow! Now the DJ announced that they were moving into the "tips" part of the show. Every time an audience member donated a dollar the disciplinarian would continue with her assigned punishment--or even step it up.

The audience found the exotic-looking girl on the slowly turning spanking bench to be delicious and Emily watched, amused, as the money flowed in. POW-POW-WHAP!. Emily detected a sobby little gasp. She thought the disciplinarian was encouraging Sannvi for showing off her plump, wet vulva to the audience.

Still, as the spanking continued, Emily realized that talking to her after this might be harder than she expected. He was landing softer--but still clearly painful slaps on the poor girl's sex. She was letting out regular yelps now, her hands grasping the bench in a death-grip. WHAP! WHAP!

Despite herself, Emily enjoyed watching the ordeal. She summoned one of the drink girls. WHAP-WHAP-SMACK! "Ohhh!" Sannvi's yowl as clear over the music. The girl hurried over squirming.

"How much for a private session with that one?" she asked.

"Oh--extra fifty if you want The Box," said the girl. The disciplinarian landed carefully calibrated slaps to his subject's inner thighs. Her lithe body quivered.

"The box?" Emily asked.

"The worst," the girl whispered. "I can't describe it--but it's... bad."

Emily nodded. She peeled off fifty dollars. "This is for the special session." She added a 20. "This is for her work-out on stage." She watched the girl gasp and squirm and yelp and gasp as the man's gloved hand landed spanks on her bottom, her sex, and her thighs. The crowd loved it, cheering and paying as she struggled to hold her position.

Finally when they were done, she was taken off stage to the "private room" for her meeting with Emily.

"She'll do a wonderful job on your twat," the girl in a pink, sequined body suit said. "Part of her task is satisfying the customers. She's available for oral--eating ass--being fucked, of course!"

Emily couldn't say she was shocked to hear this--although intellectually she knew it was bizarre, illegal and, well, unacceptable, emotionally it felt fine. She could barely keep her head 'above water' to focus on how odd this was. It WAS odd, wasn't it? Was 'odd' the right word?

"I want to speak with her," Emily said, sitting in the 'customer chair' in the VIP room. The chair reclined and allowed her to raise her legs so the unfortunate Sannvi could address her sex with her mouth. Emily felt weird about it--but she was needy enough that she took the opportunity to hike her skirt up and lower and then remove her panties. The sound of Sannvi whimpering made her suddenly embarrassed--but the girl was wheeled in on a push cart, naked, her bottom sticking up in the air. The girl grinned.

"She's ready for you Sann!"

Sannvi was lightly bound to the table and looked with distaste at Emily's spread legs and shaved sex. It WAS embarrassing--but the girl being wheeled over for her head to rest an inch above Emily's vagina was promising enough to keep Emily in her chair.

The girl in the pink glittering sequins tilted down a wide-screen TV on an arm and flicked it on, showing a rear view of Sannvi's well spanked bottom! Ohh--Emily didn't think of herself as a Lesbian--certainly she had not in any way primarily been interested in girls--but now, seeing this she felt a surge of arousal. Questioning Sannvi could wait! She pushed her knees apart.

"Get lapping," the girl in the pink dress said, giving Sannvi a little spank. Sannvi whined--but what took Emily's breath away was the girl pulling on white gloves and bringing out a clear plastic box--and padded tongs. Emily could see it clearly, but Sannvi couldn't--Emily gently pushed her the girl's head down, loving the feel of her silky hair on her fingers.

"Make me cum," Emily gasped. She felt the girl's hot breath and the touch of her small nose against her intimate, private skin. Inside the clear box, where the girl in pink reached, were bushy looking caterpillars. The girl in pink plucked one of the things carefully and, Emily could see perfectly on the overhead TV screen, brought the fuzzy spines down to Sannvi's anal cleft.

Sannvi gave a yowl as the girl brushed the inside of her cleft. Surprised she tried to clench her buttocks on the caterpillar: it was a mistake.

"OW!! OHH!!" she let out a cry. The girl in pink darted it back. She lightly 'dusted' the bushy stinging caterpillar along Saanvi's inner curve, drawing loud gasps and cries from the strapped in girl.

"The sooner she cums, the sooner you get to recover, Saan, Now get going while I encourage you."

Emily was helpless to control her need. As the girl started licking and sucking at her vagina and clitoris, the girl in pink twirled her captive caterpillar along the clefts. Down her taint--licking at the vaginal lips of the girl. She spread Saanvi's buttocks gently and dipped the squirming thing in to brush it over her anus.

"Ahhh!!" a loud wail as Sannvi lapped desperately at Emily's clit. She couldn't clench her bottom without subjecting it more fully to the stinging bristles so she remained relaxed, open, and available. Emily caught a glance of her wide, wet eyes!

The embarrassment of being naked down there in front of the girl in pink didn't go away--but as she heard the plaintive cries and the little smirking comments by the girl as she dipped the awful thing into both the vaginal and anal clefts, she was flogged even harder towards orgasm.

The disciplinarian deposited the caterpillar back in the clear box and extracted another one: yellow and black. She examined it before spreading Sannvi's lips with her fingers and brushing it along the tender flesh between.

"Oh--oh--ohh fuck," Emily panted, gripping the chair. The worse it was for poor Sannvi, the more intense it made it for Emily and she was caught so tightly in the grips of her need that she didn't notice the door behind her opening and a tall, imperious woman striding in.

For her part, Sannvi didn't see it either. Her nose was buried desperately in Emily's wet sex and her rear was smarting and blazing and now starting to itch terribly. She was moaning, her tears mixing with the juices from Emily's vagina.

Emily was very briefly aware of the shadow of the woman falling over her--and, blinking up, resolved Mrs. Blaskin's face, looking down at her. The woman said a word that caused her to freeze. She couldn't move. She tried to shift--to sit up--to close her legs--nothing. Time seemed to have frozen for her. The woman gave commands she couldn't follow and everything melted into a warm, comfortable darkness.

The Alpha Delta Rho House -- Tessa

Tessa had been led miserably across campus, essentially being walked on a leash. She'd received looks of sympathy and judgment. It seemed no one, including her, thought she didn't deserve it.

Her vulva had been slightly sore from her mere 30 minutes on the stupid 'pony' but, far worse, her buttocks had itched wildly. In desperation, she'd begged the girl--Melissa--to get her some rash medication.

"Not for a bit," the girl had said, gently. "But I suppose I could spank you as soon as we get to the house if you asked really nicely!" She'd grinned, sharing the joke with her charge--but for Tessa, awash in dreadful humiliation, it had been an unbearable, unrefusable offer!

Tessa, the most humiliated she'd ever been, had begged for a spanking. Right inside the large house, in the well appointed common room, all her clothes had come off. Tessa had been on the brink of a complete hysterical collapse, but the sorority girls didn't seem shocked to have a naked whimpering stranger in their midst.

No, they encircled her--interested, but also amused, and, yes, sympathetic, wiping her eyes, nose and cheeks.They stroked her flanks and wiped her vagina, cleaning the lubrication that was still soaking it. They ran their fingers over her lips, praising her for her wax-job.