The first day of punishment

Author: Huggiemonster
Title: The first day of punishment.
Date: 09 January 2013

Mike was "on punishment". He wasn't entirely sure what that meant, but he had been put on it after failing a challenge set by his owner, who decided to lock him in chastity one day on the agreement that if he was able to do 100 push ups he would be allowed out. He was given one month to practice, whilst locked up with no release and told that on the final day he would be tested. If he failed the challenge a new one would be set and he would be tested again in another months time. Mike, not really having a choice if this was his owners decision, was firmly locked into his chastity device and told he had better practice. Which he did. Mike had been in chastity for long periods before, and so a month was no new challenge and not particularly hard. The device was snug and mostly comfortable and other than a few play sessions and corrective spankings Mike was mostly left alone to practice and exercise. That's not to say it was easy, but his owner didn't seem to be vindictively trying to make it worse for him.

Day 30 arrived and his owner prepared to test him. Mike was naked on the floor ready, his owner stood above him. In one hand was a stopwatch. In the other was a thick plastic bag and his collar. Mike had no idea what either was for, "okay boy, you have 5 minutes to do your 100 pushups. If you succeed I will l you out and you may have an orgasm. If you fail you will remain locked for one month, during this time you will be on punishment. I will retest you then and the process will repeat. Begin" Mike was confused. 5 minutes? His owner hadn't mentioned a time limit, he started to protest but was cut off "The clock has started boy". He had no choice. He started hard and fast but had not trained for this. The first 20 were easy and the second 20 were done with 3 minutes to spare. But his arms were dead now and the next 10 took a minute, and then another minute for 10 more. He had a minute left and needed to do 40. Desperately he pushed on and did 20 more, his arms screaming and going numb, but it wasn't enough. With 5 seconds left he flopped to the floor panting heavily as the stopwatch beeped. "Times up boy. You failed. You are now on punishment for one month". With no further warning the thick bag was pulled over his head and cinched in place with his collar. Breathless from the pushups his breathing was deep and the first breath sucked the bag in against his face hard. Whilst he was distracted his owner pulled his hands behind his back cuffing them into place tightly. He was helpless, encased in a dark bag with no air. He tried to control his breaths letting them out slowly and trying to calm down. Panicking never helped. After a few breaths the air in the bag was spent and the breaths, even slow ones were no use. They got shorter and shorter involuntarily as he began to suffocate, before his owner ripped a small hole in the bag when he next inhaled. Fresh air flooded in straight to his lungs before he let out a long gasp, inflating the bag wide before he sucked in again. Again he tried to calm himself, the hole was too small to breath freely through and he was still out of breath. The bag sucked against his face hard as he tried to draw air in and occasionally the hole would slip off of his mouth if he breathed too deeply, causing him to suck on the plastic and get no air. As his breathing slowed and he calmed down he relaxed a little, his arms had been tense against the cuffs so he let them fall away slightly to his sides, pulling the chain tight. The bag was getting warm and wet from his breath now, and sticking against his face whenever it touched his skin. This was the longest he had eve been left bagged for, but he wasn't being let out yet.
He was on punishment now. Usually if his breath was controlled he was allowed out after he had cum, or done as he was told. But this was a punishment. He wasn't allowed to cum so that wouldn't help and he was helpless to perform any instructions. He had no idea what this meant or how long he would be in there for and with source of time or signs he was unsure of how long it had even been.

The bag kept getting hotter and wetter, sweat and condensation started to pool around his neck and the plastic clung to his face whenever he breathed in even slightly. He had never been left like this for so long and his arms were starting to ache from being pulled behind him. The cuffs were digging in and felt tight. He tried not to struggle as this made the bag move and stick more, knocking his air hole out of position and causing him to inhale a mouthful of plastic. As he squirmed slightly to try and relieve the pressure on his arms he heard his owners voice "head up" and he stopped squirming. He was done! He was going to be let out, he needed to raise his head for his owner to undo his collar....

He was wrong. As he breathed out he saw the small circle of light that was his air hole go dark and a loud rustling noise as a second bag was placed over the top of his sweaty hood. A slither of air crept in between the layers before he heard the loud rip of tape and the bag was sealed shut over the top. As he sucked in and the bags deflated around his face the smooth layers rubbed together against his face and for a brief moment felt so good, until they sucked hard against his face smothering him again. But it wasn't over yet. His owner brought the paddle down onto Mikes butt cheeks hard, spanking each cheek alternately with a loud crack. The suddenness caught him off guard and he inhaled sharply, the bags sticking to his face again as he squirmed and struggled. The spankings continued, his owners other hand now pushed firmly against the small of his back to stop him wriggling away or rolling over to escape. His rump was on fire and the bag was out of air already from his panicked breaths and was vacuum packed against him. Just as he was almost sure he could not go on, another hole was made in the outer layer. Fresh air streaming in. Mikes head swam. His bum ached and was glowing bright red, little lumps from the paddle raised on it and as he struggled to breath his whole body went limp and slumped forward. He felt like he had had an intense orgasm, wiped out and drained all over. His arms wouldn't respond and he had to focus all of his effort on breathing slowly and not whimpering or sobbing. His shoulders didn't hurt anymore, or they didn't care. In this state Mike wasn't even sure how this was a punishment. It felt like the best whole body orgasm ever, but he hadn't cum. He was still firmly locked up. But it wasn't over. After a minute he felt himself being pulled roughly up by his collar. He struggled, still cuffed to his feet, only half awake and alert. One foot was lifted and placed down, then the other, then a black sack was drawn up around his legs and taped at the waist and knees, mummifying his bottom half. Round ended scissors cut the tape on the outer bag on his head and pulled it away before his collar was unclipped and the inner bag removed. Fresh cool air hit his hot sweaty face and Mike inhaled deeply.
It didn't last. His owner had a second trash bag in hand with a head hole in which was swiftly pulled over his still cuffed top half. More tape was applied until it was sealed so that everything bar his head was covered. Next came a rubber hood with two small nose holes only. All the "fun" of a bag but the tight fit meant the air holes couldn't move. His head was stuffed into it and the hood zippered closed plunging him back into a hot sweaty darkness. With a shove he was pushed over sideways onto the bed. "Night night boy. I hope you enjoy the next month of punishment. Perhaps you will try harder next time" with that the door was pulled closed and mike was left alone and wrapped tightly, still unsure of what he was in for.