The Punishment Bench

A Most Unhappy Young Lady

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It’s seven o’clock on a Friday evening, and Tatiana Ivanov is a very unhappy young lady.

She is nineteen years old, and as naked as the day she was born. She’s in her Papa’s workshop, secured to the punishment bench he finished building recently. As homemade disciplinary inventions go, it’s a rather diabolical affair. Her wrists are secured beneath her, and her ankles are similarly attached above and behind her. Her bottom is the uppermost part of her anatomy, and the way the ankle restraints are placed spreads said anatomical part quite effectively. Her shaved sex is well-displayed, causing Tatiana's face to burn with embarrassment. That's not all that burns: buried deep inside her well-spread behind is a piece of hand-whittled ginger root that stings with a steadily-building intensity. When Papa inserted the dreadful thing, Tatiana thought she might faint from the embarrassment. (She'd heard Mama talk about how Grandmother used to use the herb on her for discipline, but she never thought she would experience it herself.) She’s been in this position for ten minutes, and can look forward to about twenty minutes more before the main part of her punishment begins.

She has endured the singular discomfort of Papa’s big carpentry project once before, for another serious transgression of the family rules. An old-fashioned Ukrainian couple and recent immigrants to the States, Mr. and Mrs. Ivanov believe in the efficacy of bare-bottom spankings and corner time for all of their children, and that includes Tatiana and her eighteen-year-old cousin Gregor who lives with them. More serious misbehavior--especially anything that shames the family through the involvement of teachers, law enforcement officials, or other authorities--is dealt with harshly.

Hence Tatiana’s naked suffering upon the punishment bench.

Tatiana’s parents have a zero-tolerance policy for drinking and driving, of course, and the girl just received a citation for same. At the moment, the citation itself is the least of her worries. She knows that, in less than a half hour, Papa will be along with a small, handcrafted wooden paddle that packs an astonishing sting. This she knows from frequent, hard experience-- experience she shares with her brother, sister, and cousin.

As she hangs in this humiliating position--her pendulous breasts hanging beneath her and her bottom well-spread, she rues her decision to drive home after an evening at the club. Her girlfriend suggested she try a drink called Long Island Iced Tea, which turned out to be a surprisingly potent libation considering its tame-sounding name. She drank two of them, and was in no condition to drive home by the end of the evening. Unfortunately, she was equally incapable of making wise decisions. She was stopped at a speed trap through which she’d been cruising at fifteen miles per hour over the limit while weaving erratically. The cop let her off with a $150 ticket and a stern warning that a second offense could result in her imprisonment. Without sufficient cash to pay for a cab, Tatiana was forced to call home for a ride. Both her her parents arrived, one to drive the girl home and the other to retrieve her car.

Thus was her fate sealed. 

A full-time college student without a job, Tatiana is in no position to pay the hefty fine. Since her parents will be paying it for her, they will see justice served by taking in out on their eldest daughter's rear end.

Mrs. Ivanov, horrified that one of her children has dishonored on the family name by being cited by an officer of the law, has added a new wrinkle to Tatiana’s predicament tonight. Once the girl was secure on the bench, Mrs. Ivanov shocked her by slapping each of her breasts smartly, then attaching a wooden clothespin to each of her nipples. The pain was also a shock, and added considerably to her shame. Her nipples are starting to become numb now; what she doesn’t know is that, when the clothespins are removed, the pain will come rushing back twofold.

Tatiana is also facing 150 swats with Papa’s awful paddle--one for each dollar of her DUI citation. After this grueling spanking, she knows her punishment will continue. She will feel the ginger root being removed, only to be replaced by a large plug slathered with a cayenne pepper paste. On fire both within and without, she will spend the rest of the evening naked in the living room corner, her hands folded behind her back. She will maintain this humiliating posture, the plug holding in the sting of the cayenne pepper, while her family watches a two-and-a-half-hour movie.

Despite the severity of the pain and discomfort she feels (with more to come), her imminent shameful corner time is perhaps the part of the punishment Tatiana dreads the most. Her younger siblings and cousin--Alina, sixteen, Victor, fourteen, and eighteen-year-old Gregor--will be there along with her parents. As the eldest daughter and cousin, Tatiana is expected to model good behavior for the others; since she has failed so spectacularly, they will see the consequences of her poor choices up close. Her well-reddened behind will glow brightly next to the entertainment center, the presence of the oversized black plug testifying to her great discomfort. Tatiana’s face will burn nonstop from the embarrassment--especially the fact that Gregor will see her naked shame. Mama and Papa are certain the three younger ones will be thoroughly dissuaded from drinking by their vicarious experience of Tatiana’s punishment. She is a particularly modest young woman; her nakedness, bright-red plugged behind, and enforced juvenile posture will guarantee an interminable and breathlessly humiliating period of reflection in the corner.

As the fire within her grows, Tatiana hangs miserably on the homemade bench, feeling very sorry for herself indeed. All too soon, she knows Papa will be along with that dreadful wooden paddle to ignite a matching fire without. There are two upsides to all this unpleasantness: that she will never again risk her life behind the wheel in an inebriated state, and that she will feel assuaged of her guilt. Of course, this is cold comfort to Tatiana just now. Waiting to be spanked, plugged, and cornered, she wishes Papa weren’t such an excellent carpenter, and that Mama had never gained first-hand knowledge of the disciplinary potential of household spices.

It’s going to be a long night indeed.

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