Apartment House Republic
|by Y Lee Coyote|
Copyright on this story text belongs at all times to the original author only, whether stated explicitly in the text or not. The original date of posting to the MMSA was: 18 Apr 2009
The following story is fiction. A young final get away from his parents and discovers that there are rules to be followed. This story is about a judicial, public spanking and humiliation. Three variations are available – no sex, private sex and public sex. If these subject are offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.
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Ken was thrilled. He had graduated from college and had gotten a job hundreds of miles from home. Unlike college which was just a sixteen minute bus ride from his parents' house and where he had lived all his life, now he was going to have his own apartment in a distant city. His mother was horrified that her baby was moving out. "Mother, I'm twenty-two and a capable adult. I can take care of myself. I'm not a little baby anymore." Even his father took his side which he rarely did when he had disagreements with his mother.
A century ago, before all sorts of marvelous inventions such as the washing machine, clothes dryer, vacuum cleaner, microwave and takeout food a young man could not live alone but had to stay in a boarding house. The proprietors of the boarding house provided the domestic support that a distant family could not. One shrewd developer set up a project for young men and women that allowed the sort of behavior that would not be acceptable in an normal apartment complex. There was a loud sound system by the pool and a couple of party rooms. The neighbors did not complain about the noisy and late activities of twentysomethings because they all were twentysomethings interested in the same things or they would have selected other developments to live in.
The developer was really calculating. He knew that twenty-some-things were still inherently rebellious and fighting their parents – or any other sort of authority that was similar – so he made few rules. To keep order he created a micro-republic where each tenant was a citizen and left the law making to them. This, of course, put a whole different light on things. The landlord's own rules were pretty simple: pay the rent and don't wreck the place. The system worked and the occupancy rate was very high.
Ken was delighted with the place and immediately leased an apartment. He was absolutely delighted with the freedom from adults rules. Perhaps he should have found some more common place for he had always lived at home where he was somewhat pampered with maternal services. We won't discuss if he was a spoiled brat but Ken quickly ran afoul of two Apartment House Republic (AHR) Laws.
Within a couple of weeks, he failed apartment inspection. Although the AHR did not care how messy things were, it was very concerned with food remains. Old food attracts rodents and bugs so there were strict AHR Laws concerning garbage. The first time he was warned. The second time he was cited and ordered to the AHR Court. That same week he was also cited for forgetting his laundry in a machine. Again, it was only his problem if he left his clothes in the dryer and they wrinkled or in the washer and there was dye transfer. But when someone else had to waste their time waiting for his non-return and emptying a machine that was rude and inconsiderate behavior that was not tolerated.
That Friday evening he was before the AHR Court. He was the only defendant and with two charges the Court was harsh. "Twelve strokes with the strap in the pillory." Several Court Officers grabbed him and his clothes were pulled off. He was quite outnumbered so his struggles were in vain. Actually, they were counterproductive as they angered the others. A few minutes later he was locked in to the pillory. There was a slight pause as the jailers caught their breaths. Ken was shirtless and bent over at the waist. With his neck and wrists locked into the stout wooden frame he could not move. His pants and underpants were lowered hobbling him which meant that his sneakers and socks could be removed. A hand gripped his privates and he was warned that if he attempted to kick as his pants were removed, he would be a most unhappy boy. He stood still after that. Next his legs were pulled apart and strapped to rings in the floor. He was ready for some innocent merriment. Actually, to be more precise, prepared for the innocent merriment of his party loving neighbors. As people filled the room, Ken became more and more repentant and was promising himself that he would conform to the AHR Laws most diligently. He was most uncomfortable and terribly embarrassed to be to so completely exposed with his stuff hanging down and his rear positioned as a target. After someone had passed in front of him he saw that a large placard had been hung on the wall that declared the he was FELON and listed his crimes.
It was at ten that the auction began. Each stroke was auctioned off and the proceeds when to the general party fund. Rex, a tough guy as his name implied, won the first and last five. Before he started Rex went around to Ken's head and promised him that this was going to be great fun and hoped that Ken would enjoy it as much as he would. Rex did not take very long to get into position with the strap having a lot of experience. He raised the strap and brought it down very hard on target. Ken yelled in pain. The crowd watched the red stripe form on Ken's butt. Everyone knew how effective Rex was with that strap. The next six cuts came from various people including a couple of girls. None of them were as hard as Rex's first killer cut but when they landed on the same territory as the first one, they hurt a lot. By the time they were over, Ken's butt was a deep crimson, swollen and painful.
The other citizens of the AHR were watching with great glee. The atmosphere was more sexually charged than usual because the underlying domination/submission caused many to secrete sexual pheromones. The more experienced were delighted that Rex had won the auction for they had previously seen him totally crush other convicts. Recidivism was essentially nil after a full treatment by Rex.
Ken was dreading the last five due from Rex. His first was harder than any of the other's. Again he spoke to Ken. "Just four more for the little naughty boy." he cooed with mock concern. "I hope you're having fun."