After an extended day in the office his feet were killing him. He’d foolishly chosen a particularly uncomfortable pair of ankle strap heels in the morning. For the brief walk from his office to his home he thought he could get away with slipping his flats on which he was permitted to wear for certain tasks at work, but certainly not when walking in public. Stupidly the pair in his bag were ones he’d had for party a few weeks ago. So it was pretty inevitable that people would notice his bright gold shoes. And by people he knew he’d have to be careful as the overseers had recently stepped up their patrols in his neighbourhood to ensure the dress code standards of beta males were not disregarded. He kept his head down and walked fast. It was almost as if they knew he was coming, two of them, filling the path ahead of him with no way past. They politely but firmly invited him to sit on the nearby bench to deal with the offence. Their comments were as expected and whilst they detailed the next steps of how the offence would be handled all he could think of was how disappointed his mistress would be. She’d taught him to be better than this. He completed the necessary paperwork giving his full details and immediately ticked the box admitting his guilt and accepting any penalty that might be imposed. Under the new regime it was possible to demonstrate initial contrition by accepting immediate public humiliation and punishment from any women in the vicinity who may have been offended by his behaviour. Of course if none of them wished to participate he could ask the overseer to deal with him, but then they would use their own punishment tool rather than the more diminutive leather nanny paddle he was expected to carry in his handbag at all times. The first woman would not agree to participate as she thought it beneath her to administer what the state should undertake. She would however provide a witness statement. Thankfully one of the other women sat at the bench was willing to help him if he could get himself ready quickly. Reading aloud he stumbled through the formal words of contrition on the paperwork ending with the formal request to be exposed and punished publicly with all the gratitude he could muster as he began to be consumed with fear and shame. Her contact details were recorded so he could offer his and his mistresses full thanks at a later date. He stumbled as he simultaneously prostrated himself across the bench, which seemed especially designed for someone to assume the spanking position, and pulling down his tights and panties. The overseers loudly announced the penalty he was to receive to which he was commanded to respectfully request that he might receive what he had earned. By now the main rush of office workers who were also on their way home were passing by. A few lingered to see the spectacle of his humiliation. Other beta males hurried past head down lest they got caught up with a minor infringement too. His caged parts on full display and with the the cold wind they looked even smaller than ever. The deep shame of his exposure meant he hardly noticed the chill wind across his buttocks. He managed to keep up with the count and response until about stroke eight. At which point his articulation of ‘eight, thank you for correcting my poor behaviour madam, may I please have another’ was particularly garbled through his tears. She had a particular knack of getting the paddle right into his inner thighs. By strike nine he made the silly mistake of reaching round to touch his inflamed flanks. The overseers were quick to tightly secure his arms but of course this earned him a further six strokes. These were administered by the initially reluctant woman who having observed the spectacle felt compelled that her duty to wider society would be best served by active participation. Not least because she could see the deep pleasure that
By the end he was hardly able to make any intelligible sounds come out of his mouth. But nevertheless he was able to sob out the necessary statements of gratitude and remorse to the gathered group who had witnessed his shaming and correction. A slightly tear stained report was completed and sealed for his mistress. The overseers then completed their final tasks firstly removing his skirt to send him home in just his panties and tights. And then of course ensuring he wore his heels home to which they added a few small pieces of gravel to help him appreciate how comfortable his heels were normally.
