Chapter 1: Priya’s First Day at Her New Job

When the alarm went off at 6:30 AM, Dr. Priya Raman shook the sleep from her head and rolled out of bed. She could hear her husband, Sanjay, getting breakfast in the kitchen of their large, comfortable house. As she got out of bed and headed for the bathroom, Priya thought about how wonderful her life was. Married to a great guy, living in this postcard-perfect town, the very one where she had gone to college (when her last name had been her maiden name, Narayan). And today, she was starting her new job as Staff Physician at Female Corporal Punishment Center #3.

As she stripped to take her morning shower, Priya examined herself in the full-length mirror. She liked what she saw- at 33 she looked much as she had in college, with coffee-colored skin, lovely dark hair and generous breasts, her body toned by running as often as her schedule allowed, along with hiking in the summer and cross-country skiing in winter. She stepped under the water and lathered up, thinking about the day ahead. After almost 8 years of working in the ER at a large hospital a couple of towns over, Priya had felt burned-out from the crazy hours and the stress of dealing with life or death situations. It seemed to be time to find a job that was a bit less demanding so she could think about maybe having a life beyond the ER. When she saw the opening as Staff Physician with the Dept. of Corrections, she knew it was perfect. It had regular hours and would leave weekends free. The pay was less than she had made at the hospital, but now that Sanjay’s IT consulting firm was doing very well, they didn’t depend so much on her income.

To be honest, there was another reason Priya had been anxious to take the job. Faced with rising petty crime and declining budgets, the state had, a few months ago, instituted corporal punishment in place of prison for non-violent offenses. Priya had followed the debate with interest and, once the law was in place, had decided to keep an eye out for openings in the Dept. of Corrections that would give her an opportunity to witness punishment sessions. Because, buried in Priya’s past, kept secret from her husband, her parents and her employers, were the events that happened during her trip to Trabbia as an undergraduate at Dorsbury College.

She had taken a class in ancient civilizations of East Asia, with her favorite professor, Susan Gelden. Professor Gelden had been invited to dig at an ancient archaeological site in what is today Trabbia and to bring along three students-she had chosen Priya and two classmates of hers, Jennifer Collins and Sarah Motello. As the visitors had been asking about the use of corporal punishment in Trabbia, including on females, a visit to a center where it was administered was arranged. They had watched two female students strapped to a wooden frame and caned savagely for marijuana possession and Priya had found it horrifying, but also, strangely arousing.

Later, the American women had ended up violating some Trabbian laws and were themselves caned and later whipped, before finally being allowed to return home. In the almost 15 years since then, Priya had put that experience aside as much as she could, getting on with life, medical school, residency, medical practice and marriage. Yes, she would think about it occasionally in idle moments, but there weren’t that many idle moments in Priya’s life. But, in her heart, she knew that nothing in her life since then, as wonderful as it had been, had had the raw intensity of seeing people caned and then being flogged in your turn.

Now, after all that time, Priya was going to witness women being caned, just as she had seen and been in Trabbia. Just thinking about it caused a tingle to run down her spine into her groin. She knew that she didn’t have much time, but Priya couldn’t help herself. She propped her right foot up, gripping the edge of the tub with her toes for support, stuck two fingers into her vagina and began a circular motion against her clitoris with her thumb. As excited as she was, it took no more than three minutes before Priya was panting and moaning as a powerful orgasm rolled through her body, leaving her slumped limply in the tub. She allowed herself a minute to recuperate, then shut the water off, toweled herself dry and quickly dressed.