Rewards and penalties

A silly humiliation story, written to amuse my Significant Other.  Names have been changed to protect…well, me.

reached out eagerly for the steaming coffee.
“That’ll be one forty-nine”, the young ‘barrista’ behind the counter
said, brightly.  “Do you have a loyalty

looked straight back into her eyes as he handed her the money.

“No, I don’t have
a loyalty card but I do have a ridiculously small penis that I like to stroke
until it squirts into my pants.”

girl froze in the act of taking his money, carefully transferred it to the till
and turned her whole body to face the next customer, without a word.

grabbed the coffee and almost ran from the coffee shop in horror, feeling the
shocked and amused stares drilling into the back of his neck, his down-turned
face burning with humiliation.  He walked
rapidly down the street, slowing to a normal pace only when he was almost half
a mile away from the scene of the catastrophe.

had he said?  How was that possible?  He felt sick and shaky.  If he were still a drinker, he told himself,
this would be a double vodka moment.  As
it was, he gratefully saw a Boots Chemists sign ahead and went in to buy some

you have a Boots advantage card?” the middle-aged lady at the check-out asked

he heard himself say, with growing horror. 
“But I do like to take advantage of my little cock by wanking until it’s

time he didn’t even pick up his purchase: as soon as the words were out of Servitor’s
mouth, he was pushing past the stunned customers and heading straight for the

on the street, Servitor panicked. 
Loyalty card?  As he thought that,
the words “sweaty little cock” jumped into his brain.  Loyalty card. (‘tiny prick’).  Something about those words, about saying
loy-…the L word.  Or anything like it,
remembering the Boots experience. 
(“Frequent flyer”? “Frequently wank myself silly”).  He mustn’t even think it.

could he shop?  He had to go places where
they didn’t have a loya- a – a programme for rewarding customers.  There was a corner shop just ahead, and
steeling his nerves, he went in and bought bread and a few tins of food.  He marched up to the counter, heart thumping.

the man behind the counter said, not looking at him.  Servitor held out a fiver with shaking hands
and clenched his teeth tight shut.  The
shopkeeper pulled at the note, and looked up in confusion as Servitor’s fingers
held it tight.

“Sorry” Servitor said,
and released it.

walked out in triumph.  No mention
of…rebate programmes…and no problem. 
Well, he wouldn’t starve.

couldn’t face the Tube, so he took a cab home, thinking furiously of all the
things he normally bought and whether the shops selling them had…discount
schemes.  It should be do-able, maybe it
would wear off soon anyway, he thought wearily.

cab pulled up outside his house and the driver drew the little window
back.  “Do you need a receipt mate?” he
called cheerily.

I don’t need a receipt.” Servitor heard himself saying.
“But I do need my naughty bottom spanked very
hard for not buying Ms Sandra a Christmas present.”


In a different town, in a different county, Mistress Valerie was tidying her toy cupboard.  She picked up a box, rifled inside it and

haven’t been fiddling with my hypnotic suggestion tapes, have you?” She

Sandra leaned round the door.  “Me?” She
replied, innocently.  “Why would I do

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