Chair03 - Made To Stop Fidgeting

Made To Stop Fidgeting

In order to improve discipline in the office the manager would reprimand the girls for bad posture, fidgeting, or chatting too much, and they’d be consigned to the punishment chair for the rest of the day. There was never any argument about the discipline that was given to them, they’d been there long enough to realise that it would only increase their suffering.

There were various attachments fitted to the chair, so when Katie had been fidgeting and chatting, she had to sit on an inflatable dildo, and have a ball in her mouth, with her tongue pulled through a hole in the middle. The hole had flaps along its length so that the tongue could not be pulled backwards, since they only gripped the tongue tighter, and often the manager would pull a girl’s tongue even further through the gag till she was almost choking.

The dildo went in her pussy first, opening her vagina painfully, then she had to change position every hour, so next time it went up her poor ass. When she lowered herself onto the seat, there was a bellows built into it that pumped more air into the dildo, making it expand to stretch her even wider than before.

Sometimes she had to sit up straight, and other times she had to put her feet on the desk so that her naked pussy was fully displayed to the other girls as a reminder to behave properly.

If a girl was being disciplined for bad posture, then a long pole, two inches in diameter, was fitted to the chair so that when she lowered her arse onto it, the end reached right up under her ribs. There was no way a girl could sit other than straight up, without putting internal pressure on either her spine, or her ribcage, which was agony.

Today Katie had been wearing a sheer blouse and skirt, no underwear, with hold-up stockings, but she’d had the skirt taken away when she was sent to the punishment chair. This would allow her pussy to be shamefully exposed, dripping girl juice as it was penetrated. Her blouse also had cut-outs to flaunt her puffy nipples, and to enable them to be pumped severely at various times during the day, to make them even more distended.

Part of a girl’s contract was a personal improvement scheme which wasn’t just office skills, but the manager could modify their bodies in any way he saw fit. All the admin staff were carefully recruited to have no outside support, such as family or close friends, that they could turn to for help, or else the family they did have were completely in favour of the indignities they were subjected to on a regular basis.

Most girls were forced onto slimming regimes till their waist was very small, then some of them had bust enhancement, while others had their tiny pussy

stretched and pumped to enormous sizes. There were even some already thin girls that were reduced till their ribs and hip bones stuck out from their bodies like famine victims.

The manager’s most common treatment was to take a girl with very small tits, and enlarge her aureoles till they were bigger than the globe of the tittie itself, somewhat like an hour glass. It was a painful procedure, and the effect looked really strange, much more extreme than a normal puffy nipple, making the girl look out of place wherever anyone could see their body shape. A tight fitting top or blouse emphasised their unusual shape, and the pool changing room was an embarrassing time under the inquisitive stare of the other women or girls. Often there would be cruel comments about the exaggerated shape, but the office girls always put up with this humiliation, as to complain would bring on even greater punishment.

Katie remembered a girl working in the office a couple of years ago, who had objected to the stretching, even though her nipples had already been pierced and ringed by her Daddy, having a half inch wide band fitted behind where her teats flared out. There was a steel post fitted vertically through the band, and another one horizontally, going all the way through the flesh of her tittie as well, then each one had been glued in place with liquid metal adhesive. It was like SuperGlue, only much more permanent, so there was no way those rings were ever going to be removed, and the girl had been pumped till the end of both breasts was enormous.

The usual process though was that the girl’s nipples would next be stretched each day till they were at least an inch long, then pierced and heavy weights hung on them all the time she was at work. Sometimes the weights would be replaced with a spring loaded shaft that pushed the nipples away from each other, keeping them under constant tension. Katie had even seen one of the girls with a long bungee cord from one nipple, passed round her back, then fastened to the other nipple, pulling them under her armpit. Occasionally one of the girls would be chosen for extra stretching, four inches was the longest that Katie had seen. Not only had she been severely pumped for the greater part of each day, but when the suction tubes were removed, the girl’s teats were tightly wrapped in rough twine to keep them elongated.

Fortunately Katie had managed to avoid these extremes so far, her breasts were a little bit larger than most, and her puffies looked nice on them, with only one inch long nipples, although they were extremely sensitive. She had been on the diet to give her the required tiny waist, and was now on regular maintenance to keep it that way, but she was very careful to be obedient, and not draw attention to herself.

 

Background –

This is based on a set of Biele drawings I downloaded from the web a few years ago, the subject’s exaggerated body structure reflecting the style of the first pornography my Mom had seen when she was a teenager. The captions were further inspired by a makeover in the office where I work, and casual discussions about the annoying habits of children.

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