The punishment fits the crime

Karyn blinked, eyes full of salty tears as the pain subsided a fraction. Her fist was clenched around... the stone! That's the answer! "I wish... ahhh, I wish it was numb." The pain in her masculine groin instantly vanished, leaving her almost breathless. Wiping her eyes, she looked around to see Jon writhing on the floor in what was becoming an all-too-familiar manner. **What is it with him? You think he'd be tired of that by now...** Jon felt the fire die out again, his breathing slowing down as his jaws unclenched around the hated gag. He tried in vain to work it into a more comfortable position with his tongue as it continued to piston back and forth in his mouth, but the motions only succeeded in covering it with more saliva, some of which dribbled from his scarlet lips into his corset-enhanced cleavage. **Ewww** he thought to himself as he wriggled to sit upright on the floor. There was a sudden click and the dildos switched off again. Jon turned his head to see Karyn standing with her hand in her jacket pocket holding the dildo control unit. Karyn reached down and lifted Jon back onto his ballet-shod feet with muscular ease. He swayed for a second then the effect of Karyn's previous wish kept him balanced on the impossible shoes as if he had practiced wearing them for weeks. It still didn't stop his toes aching from the relentless pressure of his weight. **Damn, I never realised...** It was one of those things, he suddenly understood, that what looked good in a pornshoot photo or sounded good in an Internet story wasn't necessarily pleasant if experienced at first hand. Ballet boots looked really neat, as long as he wasn't the one wearing them. Latex -- ooh shiny! Yeah, but sweaty, heavy, uncomfortable to wear even for five minutes, never mind long term. Bondage? Sweet! But not when it's **me** with my arms strapped tightly behind my back in a sleeve, thank you very much. Corsets, dildos, rubber underwear? Uh-huh, great if somebody like Karyn is wearing them, but me? Uh-uh. His own selfishness and lust had got him into this uncomfortable position, and now all he wanted was to get out of it. That depended on what Karyn wanted though, and... and he had just kneed her in the nuts. Oops. He looked up. Karyn's Jim-Rodger face was not smiling. Her eyes were hard, her big hands gripping his slim shoulders were equally hard. Double-oops. Then Karyn's hands moved again, and Jon's world turned upside-down just before it became all dark. **What the fu--?** He was surrounded in latex, in a dark slick tunnel of folds of weighty rubber material, face down... He felt his bound arms being lifted, forcing his body further downwards, bent over something. His legs kicked, lifted from the floor before another unseen pressure trapped them motionless. **What the--?** Karyn stared down at Jon's exposed rump positioned over her knee, his ballgown's skirts and petticoats piled over his back and head, leaving the target area well clear of impediments, her free leg trapping his shapely nylon-stockinged legs in place to prevent him fom wriggling out of his well-deserved punishment. Her left hand held his sleeve-bound arms high in the air, forcing his torso downwards too. She could feel him trying to get free but with her superior male strength his Karyn-physique was as helpless as a kitten. **Pink rubber?** The tight panties Jon was wearing were exotic, indeed. There were even lace ribbons on the back. And **this** was his fantasy? This was what he wanted her to wear? Three chances bub, she thought to herself -- slim, fat and none. Jon wriggled slightly again, and faint interrogative noises issued from the cloud of fetishwear draped over his head, but Karyn was concentrating, selecting an initial impact site. Right, just-- **there** will do. She raised her big right hand high in the air...