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Jollyrei said:
Nag, Nag, Nag. Like you listen to a word I say. Don't you ever take any responsibility for your own actions? I didn't walk across the tracks, but I'm still stuck here dressed in this sack, Jenny!
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Now, you’ve gone and hurt my feelings, Gerald. Just for that you’ll sleep on the living room couch for a month.:mad:
 
I'm afraid this story is too far-fetched to hold my attention.

They cross the tracks at a village station and are seen??? Village stations are never staffed and the CCTV never works.

They arrive early and staff are present??? Not just one but many??? No station has surplus staff.

They are processed to a timetable that has room for problems and so leave on time???? Accountants live in a world where lack of activity costs money, so slack is not allowed, lateness is part of life.


I've just realised Loxuru. You've written this story from the experiences of someone who lives in a country where the railways provide a good service to the people, rather than one where the whole concept is to make a profit for the owners. In other words, a railway system common through most of Europe, except the UK.

Now I know that as long as UK readers treat it as a idealised fantasy land which we will never experience, I can enjoy it.
Thank you Loxuru.
 
Barbaria1 said:
Now, you’ve gone and hurt my feelings, Gerald. Just for that you’ll sleep on the living room couch for a month.:mad:
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I won't have to listen to your snoring, Moore? Sounds good to me...

old slave said:
I'm afraid this story is too far-fetched to hold my attention.

They cross the tracks at a village station and are seen??? Village stations are never staffed and the CCTV never works.

They arrive early and staff are present??? Not just one but many??? No station has surplus staff.

They are processed to a timetable that has room for problems and so leave on time???? Accountants live in a world where lack of activity costs money, so slack is not allowed, lateness is part of life.


I've just realised Loxuru. You've written this story from the experiences of someone who lives in a country where the railways provide a good service to the people, rather than one where the whole concept is to make a profit for the owners. In other words, a railway system common through most of Europe, except the UK.

Now I know that as long as UK readers treat it as a idealised fantasy land which we will never experience, I can enjoy it.
Thank you Loxuru.
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You're managing to make Amtrak sound OK. I once got on an Amtrak train at a station in Canada (the Toronto-Chicago train they used to run in cooperation with VIA rail, the Canadian rail company) at was what was called a "whistle stop", which means you stand out and wave at the train as it approaches. Amazingly enough, it did stop.
 
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Jollyrei said:
I can hardly wait to find out what she saw.
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Just to point out : she just saw that the punishment will take place in her own village station! She had not expected that it would take place there!:eek:


old slave said:
I'm afraid this story is too far-fetched to hold my attention.
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Old Slave, there is indeed a lot of staff around, but most of them are involved in security matters. We have hardly met anyone who actually operates trains. That makes it realistic for modern times, I think!
On the other hand : only in Dystopia, the trains always run on time!:oops:
 
7.

The station at Jenny’s village is located near a railroad crossing over one of the main roads leading to town. The crossing is since long a pain in the neck for road traffic, since the line carries besides intercity and local trains, also a considerable amount of goods traffic. The village station is just a stopping place, without a station building, and it is only attended by local trains.

Long ago, there used to be a station building, but it has been demolished since decades. At the place where it stood, is now the parking area of the station. It is located along a dead end street, boarded on one side by old houses, between the main road and a pedestrian way.

Except for the rush hours, the village station is a quiet place. But not this morning, as Jenny immediately noticed. There were the team and the workmen. The further half of the parking space was closed for public access by a perimeter. Where, in the morning, places had been reserved, stood two frames, inclined some 10 degrees. People stood on the platform, and around a fenced perimeter. Local police and railway security were guarding safety and security. Four workmen stood ready for helping Sergeant Wheeltapper’s team.

Jenny tried to ignore the suddenly overwhelming situation she come in. She realized that all this bustle had to do with herself and Gerald!

Jenny and Gerald were escorted to the racks.
“Him first!” Sergeant Wheeltapper ordered.
A female member chained Jenny’s cuffs to the first rack and stood guard next to her, while Gerald was brought to the next one. He was made bending forward, and his gown was torn off. Jenny saw her husband standing stark naked, in public.

His cuffs were released. Immediately, he was rudely grabbed by the arms by four officers and drawn to his rack. They put him rudely down on it and held him down with force, while they restrained his limbs with manacles. Jenny heard him utter cries of pain and saw his tormented face, shaking his head!
“Gerald! Do not resist!” Jenny shouted, and said to her guard “I thought you said : no unnecessary violence!”
“This is standard procedure for males! It is all under control. In this stage, men instinctively tend to go into a fighting back modus. They get publically exposed naked, their self-esteem is under pressure. They are taken away the control over their own body and feel their pride challenged. They easily feel threatened and that could make them aggressive beyond their own control. Therefore, we have abstained from starting softly. We prefer to exert a little more force as a measure of anticipation. But do not worry, we trained for it!”
“Gerald! Please! Cooperate!”
“Do not worry, it is a normal reaction to the treatment. It creates some shock effect. He briefly gets excited from anger, as you can see…”
Jenny noticed Gerald’s penis got half erect again.
‘The brain cannot discern the different kind of impulses of excitement! How old is he, your husband?”
“Forty, but…!”
“Right, fifteen years younger and they often come, totally out of control! Fireworks, you know..! I read something of it in Ellegance yesterday!”
“Gerald, please, calm down!”

The restraining was finished. The crew stepped aside. Jenny now saw Gerald completely exposed, his naked body tied spread-eagled to the rack. His bare, pale, hairy belly skin, developing some fat the last years. In his mouth he had a ball gag, making him look strangely ridiculous, with his forcedly open mouth and his eyes apparently bulging out. Still anxious from the rude treatment, writhing on his restraints, Gerald looked at her.
Jenny’s first reaction was a nervous laughter. But immediately, she realized the seriousness of the situation, that she was in it too. And even more serious, Sergeant Wheeltapper and his team were coming to her!
“Oh, no!” Jenny got paralyzed by fear.

The chain linking her to the rack was released. She felt the ribbons of the gown being detached. The gown was torn from her body. She stood naked in public. Sergeant Wheeltapper stood right of her and grabbed her arm.
“Can you step to the rack please?”
“No, I can’t! Please!” she said with a trembling voice, while her handcuffs were released.
The Sergeant made a wink of an eye, and suddenly, Jenny was rudely grabbed by four team members, rudely drawn to the rack, rudely put on it, and rudely pressed upon it.
“Gerald! Help me! No! Arrgh!” She shook her head, while she vainly tried to get away from under the pressure the crewmembers exerted on her body. She felt the restraints being rudely attached to her limbs. It did hurt. She shrieked, she uttered a cry of pain. She looked for Gerald, but her view was blocked by a crewmember. Rudely, a ball gag was put into her mouth, silencing her.

Finally, it was over. The crewmembers stepped aside. Jenny could see the sky again. She looked around, and saw herself tied naked and spread-eagled to a rack too, naked, in public. She could see Gerald, next to her, looking at her, his member still half erect (did it excite him seeing her tied naked to a rack, she wondered?). Jenny tried to say something but her words were muffled by the gag. Her view widened. She saw Captain Whistle, Chief Station Master General Stoker and the Sergeant conferring. She saw the crew and the workmen. And she saw onlookers. Her own villagers.

“You are both working good, so far!” The Sergeant said to Jenny, as her last tears dripped on the wooden headrest. ‘It is perfectly normal to get scared at such a moment. We handle things a little bit more persuasive in such a case, but that’s best for everyone.”
Jenny nodded.
“But you know, this is just the preparation. The real work must come! The corporal here will explain you some tips and tricks to keep going and to avoid exhausting. She will give you some more water to drink, if you promise not to yell or curse when your gag is removed. It will be the last drink you will get until midday, so I suggest you drink as much as possible!”

While the officer explained her the tips and tricks, preparations were made for the next action. The workmen had started up the generator. Again, there was a consultation between Chief Station Master General Stoker and Captain Whistle. Then, the Captain came to their frame, formally reading their verdict and she showed them the poster that would be displayed next to their frame, on the platforms and a few other places at the parking, and also on the platforms and waiting room of the town station, and in the village itself at the market place, at the post office and at the city hall. It showed a mugshot of Jenny and Gerald, explanation of their offence, and their sanction.

Just before 09:00 a.m., the railroad workmen came to Gerald’s rack. Under supervision of Sergeant Wheeltapper and Captain Whistle, Gerald’s rack was pushed up to the vertical, using a lifting tool powered by the generator. Jenny saw her husband grab and cling to the grips attched to the frame, as his body weight started to pull him down. She saw his looks change, to worry and pain. She heard a muffled cry. She saw his body jolting forward-downward, as the frame reached its upright position.
The whole party moved to Jenny’s frame.
“Lady, we are gonna give you a ride up to the seventh heaven!” one of the workers said, to the laughter of the others.

The generator spooled up. Jenny felt her frame being hoisted, with shaking movements, pushing and jolting into her back. Anxiously, she suddenly felt her body slipping downward. She failed to grab the grips and felt her full weight sliding down and painfully bumping over the bars of the frame. Her arms were brutally stretched out. She wanted to shout : “Help! Stop!”, but all her voice could produce was a roar under the ball gag. The frame came to a halt with a last jolt, ramming it painfully against her backside, and uneasily straining her restraints. Her ensuing cry of pain was also muffled by the gag. She was completely hanging to her ties. Not without difficulty, she used the minimal liberty of motion her feet had, to come to a stand-up on the sharp edge of the foot rest bar, and finally, she managed to grab the grips with her fist. At last, she found some less discomforting position. The little effort had already caused her a lot of stress and strain. Her arms trembled and she breathed deeply in and out. She became again aware of her surroundings. She saw the executioners and workmen following her moves. She looked at Gerald, who had been watching her too. She looked around at the spectators. Only now, she realized, her punishment had really started.

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8.

Their punishment really had started.

Jenny and Gerald had accepted a sanction of ‘exemplary’ public exposure, rather than paying a high fine, imposed by the railway company. Ever since social trends had turned in favour of the restoration of public corporal punishment, this kind of sanctions had gained importance. Private or state corporations could be licensed to impose them, under strict conditions. So was the railway company. And although there was no indication that the deterring effect of the humiliating, often painful and anyway exhausting punishment worked, the method was applied widely.

When Jenny and Gerald got caught, a protocol had been made up by the railroad security. Ten days later, they had been summoned to the city station, where they were received by Mrs. Whistle, who acted ex officio as attorney in their case. She had proposed Jenny and Gerald either accepting a fine, or an exemplary punishment, in public, which would only cost them some compensations.

The amount of the fine, on the other hand, would have been a ‘virtual’ damages compensation for a fictional accident. This amount would surpass Jenny and Gerald’s budget, since they were still paying off their home building project. The compensation, when they accepted the public sanction was only five percent of that amount.

The proposed, public punishment sounded scary, humiliating and exhaustive. But Mrs. Whistle had made them clear that thousands of people had already been subjected to it, while most of them had chosen for it when the option had been given. Anyone faced the risk when tempted to commit an offense. Many of them never had considered the possibility of getting into such a situation. But then, one wrong move, and… caught! The punishment was harsh and humiliating at the moment itself, but it had become so generally accepted by society, that those who had undergone it, mostly had no problems of being socially cast out. Captain Whistle had ensured them that society had evolved so far, that accepting the sanction was rather praised as responsible behavior. In some cases it had even reported that those who had chosen for paying a fine, had problems afterwards from having been marked as cowards. Furthermore, there was an association, The Pillory Association, joining people that had been subjected to it. The association provided support and help for those who experienced social or psychological difficulties in the aftermath of their sanction.

Well, society had evolved so far at the level of collective brainwash that it accepted such sanctions as a virtue…

But now, Jenny was not so sure about it, because after all she and Gerald were the first ever to be sanctioned at their local train station.

Jenny experienced soon how exhausting the punishment was. The straps were attached in such a way that they did not cause lasting injuries, such as blocking sinews or arteries, unless the stress they exerted would be continuous, but then, it would soon turn out painful for her, as she had experienced during the rising of her frame. She could find rest, sitting on a roundwood over one of the bars of the frame, but that was no lasting solution either, because it was hard and rather short and it soon exerted unpleasant pressure on her bottom. So, pulling up, taking the hand grip and standing on the feet was another solution. The cuffs provided just enough liberty to do so, but that position was soon fatiguing for the muscles, and soon she would descend again on the roundwood, or she let herself hanging, which required once more an effort to pull up again. There was no moment that she was not busy handling, or at least being occupied with the pull or pressure of her body weight on her restraints and supports. She had to cope with the bruises and the grazes from her unlucky drop during the lifting of the frame. Sweating, cramps, local pains, moments of fatigue, were all her part. Breathing was difficult when she was hanging, and it was heavy after she had pulled herself up. On her left, she could see Gerald going through the same torment, as he was continuously writhing, struggling all the time. The cyclic motion of sitting, hanging, pulling up. He regularly took resting positions, but these did never last long. During his largest efforts she noticed his heavy breathing, his face occasionally turning red. Neither she nor Gerald had done a lot about their physical condition during the last years, except some walking and cycling. This made the effort extra difficult for them.

There was also humiliation. During moments of relative rest, when she was holding a steady position, Jenny always noticed they were not alone. The perimeter around the racks, guarded by Sergeant Wheeltapper’s team, had been narrowed to five meters, allowing onlookers to come close by. Jenny knew she and Gerald were stark naked, hanging at the racks with their legs open, so that they could hide nothing of their private parts. Their bodies were totally exposed to looks and comments. The posters announcing their punishment had drawn more visitors to the site. Although they generally behaved when it concerned verbal jeering and taunting, Jenny noticed the malicious pleasure on their faces, and the mocking comments they made to each other, while they watched herself and Gerald exposed naked, and struggling all the time. By moments, her mood was indifferent to it, but other moments, particularly after she had done yet another physical effort, and noticed the taunting looks, she wanted to cry : “go away! Leave me alone!” But she could not shout, because of the ball gag, giving their faces a particular ridicule. The gag prevented her from talking, from shouting. It particularly prevented her from communicating with Gerald, from seeking support from him, support he neither could give to her. The gag prevented her from informing how he was doing, and telling him how she was. Because of the gag, she had to undergo the efforts and the humiliation totally on her own, making it extra mentally difficult for her.

The sanction consisted of six hours of hanging to the rack. After three hours, the racks would be lowered for one hour of rest. During this hour, Jenny and Gerald would remain tied to their racks, but they would be given water and dry biscuits and be rubbed again with sun block. They would be given some medical assistance if needed, and they would be allowed to talk to the someone of Sergeant Wheeltapper’s team about their condition, so that appropriate care could be provided. But they would not be allowed to talk to each other. It was said that the most terrible moment of the sanction was, when the racks were lifted again, for the second half of the punishment, since the condemned now knew what ordeal awaited them, and considering that the first three hours had already exhausted them.

It was not so far yet. Jenny tried to discern faces among the onlookers. She had as yet not recognized anyone familiar. But they all had seen her. Would she still be able to come out after this? Walk on the streets, shopping, going to the post office, the city hall, the hairdresser, without being recognized? All this people who would imagine her again as she was now, being sanctioned, writhing naked on a frame for public humiliation? Could she still take the train, without remembering it, without being recognized?

What time was it? She could not see the station clock. She could not ask anyone. How long hanging here before the break? She was standing on her feet. The sharp edge of the wood tormented her foot soles. She pulled herself upward by the handgrip to release the torment of her feet. Her arms trembled. She moved her feet up and down a little, and then she slid. The restraints painfully caught her ankles. Her lower back gave a kick against the edge of the roundwood. Yet another hit on that already bruised spot! Desperately, she pulled herself up over the roundwood, to sit on it. Relative ease, but not for long, because the weight of her body would come down uneasily on her crotch. And there was another reason why sitting on the roundwood had become uncomfortable.

Neighbours! People from the street! Not these guys! She looked at Gerald! Had he seen them? Gerald, she had noticed, who had been struggling and writhing more than before. He looked in pain. Jenny hoped nothing was…

Gerald hung himself forward, and relieved his bladder. He released an endless stream. The pressure must have been high. It all came down on the ground with a rustling sound. It resulted into laughter and taunting comments among the onlookers.

“Gerald! Not now!” she wanted to shout.

Jenny got exhausted. She had become tired, cramps, she was hungry and thirsty. She felt ashamed. What if mom heard about it? Would she come to look? She wanted to rest on the roundwood, but doing so gave her uncomfortable pressure. She too had her bladder filled beyond comfort. She knew she would not be able to hold on like that until the break. Soon, she would also have to hang forward and relieve it. In front of all the onlookers…

(to be continued)
 
old slave said:
I've no experience so kept quiet.

Somehow, I think Chief Station Master-General Stoker would have a hard time on Thai Railways: View attachment 686434
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Before I die, I would love to ride on that train through the market! :)

Loxuru said:
8.

Their punishment really had started.

Jenny and Gerald had accepted a sanction of ‘exemplary’ public exposure, rather than paying a high fine, imposed by the railway company. Ever since social trends had turned in favour of the restoration of public corporal punishment, this kind of sanctions had gained importance. Private or state corporations could be licensed to impose them, under strict conditions. So was the railway company. And although there was no indication that the deterring effect of the humiliating, often painful and anyway exhausting punishment worked, the method was applied widely.

When Jenny and Gerald got caught, a protocol had been made up by the railroad security. Ten days later, they had been summoned to the city station, where they were received by Mrs. Whistle, who acted ex officio as attorney in their case. She had proposed Jenny and Gerald either accepting a fine, or an exemplary punishment, in public, which would only cost them some compensations.

The amount of the fine, on the other hand, would have been a ‘virtual’ damages compensation for a fictional accident. This amount would surpass Jenny and Gerald’s budget, since they were still paying off their home building project. The compensation, when they accepted the public sanction was only five percent of that amount.

The proposed, public punishment sounded scary, humiliating and exhaustive. But Mrs. Whistle had made them clear that thousands of people had already been subjected to it, while most of them had chosen for it when the option had been given. Anyone faced the risk when tempted to commit an offense. Many of them never had considered the possibility of getting into such a situation. But then, one wrong move, and… caught! The punishment was harsh and humiliating at the moment itself, but it had become so generally accepted by society, that those who had undergone it, mostly had no problems of being socially cast out. Captain Whistle had ensured them that society had evolved so far, that accepting the sanction was rather praised as responsible behavior. In some cases it had even reported that those who had chosen for paying a fine, had problems afterwards from having been marked as cowards. Furthermore, there was an association, The Pillory Association, joining people that had been subjected to it. The association provided support and help for those who experienced social or psychological difficulties in the aftermath of their sanction.

Well, society had evolved so far at the level of collective brainwash that it accepted such sanctions as a virtue…

But now, Jenny was not so sure about it, because after all she and Gerald were the first ever to be sanctioned at their local train station.

Jenny experienced soon how exhausting the punishment was. The straps were attached in such a way that they did not cause lasting injuries, such as blocking sinews or arteries, unless the stress they exerted would be continuous, but then, it would soon turn out painful for her, as she had experienced during the rising of her frame. She could find rest, sitting on a roundwood over one of the bars of the frame, but that was no lasting solution either, because it was hard and rather short and it soon exerted unpleasant pressure on her bottom. So, pulling up, taking the hand grip and standing on the feet was another solution. The cuffs provided just enough liberty to do so, but that position was soon fatiguing for the muscles, and soon she would descend again on the roundwood, or she let herself hanging, which required once more an effort to pull up again. There was no moment that she was not busy handling, or at least being occupied with the pull or pressure of her body weight on her restraints and supports. She had to cope with the bruises and the grazes from her unlucky drop during the lifting of the frame. Sweating, cramps, local pains, moments of fatigue, were all her part. Breathing was difficult when she was hanging, and it was heavy after she had pulled herself up. On her left, she could see Gerald going through the same torment, as he was continuously writhing, struggling all the time. The cyclic motion of sitting, hanging, pulling up. He regularly took resting positions, but these did never last long. During his largest efforts she noticed his heavy breathing, his face occasionally turning red. Neither she nor Gerald had done a lot about their physical condition during the last years, except some walking and cycling. This made the effort extra difficult for them.

There was also humiliation. During moments of relative rest, when she was holding a steady position, Jenny always noticed they were not alone. The perimeter around the racks, guarded by Sergeant Wheeltapper’s team, had been narrowed to five meters, allowing onlookers to come close by. Jenny knew she and Gerald were stark naked, hanging at the racks with their legs open, so that they could hide nothing of their private parts. Their bodies were totally exposed to looks and comments. The posters announcing their punishment had drawn more visitors to the site. Although they generally behaved when it concerned verbal jeering and taunting, Jenny noticed the malicious pleasure on their faces, and the mocking comments they made to each other, while they watched herself and Gerald exposed naked, and struggling all the time. By moments, her mood was indifferent to it, but other moments, particularly after she had done yet another physical effort, and noticed the taunting looks, she wanted to cry : “go away! Leave me alone!” But she could not shout, because of the ball gag, giving their faces a particular ridicule. The gag prevented her from talking, from shouting. It particularly prevented her from communicating with Gerald, from seeking support from him, support he neither could give to her. The gag prevented her from informing how he was doing, and telling him how she was. Because of the gag, she had to undergo the efforts and the humiliation totally on her own, making it extra mentally difficult for her.

The sanction consisted of six hours of hanging to the rack. After three hours, the racks would be lowered for one hour of rest. During this hour, Jenny and Gerald would remain tied to their racks, but they would be given water and dry biscuits and be rubbed again with sun block. They would be given some medical assistance if needed, and they would be allowed to talk to the someone of Sergeant Wheeltapper’s team about their condition, so that appropriate care could be provided. But they would not be allowed to talk to each other. It was said that the most terrible moment of the sanction was, when the racks were lifted again, for the second half of the punishment, since the condemned now knew what ordeal awaited them, and considering that the first three hours had already exhausted them.

It was not so far yet. Jenny tried to discern faces among the onlookers. She had as yet not recognized anyone familiar. But they all had seen her. Would she still be able to come out after this? Walk on the streets, shopping, going to the post office, the city hall, the hairdresser, without being recognized? All this people who would imagine her again as she was now, being sanctioned, writhing naked on a frame for public humiliation? Could she still take the train, without remembering it, without being recognized?

What time was it? She could not see the station clock. She could not ask anyone. How long hanging here before the break? She was standing on her feet. The sharp edge of the wood tormented her foot soles. She pulled herself upward by the handgrip to release the torment of her feet. Her arms trembled. She moved her feet up and down a little, and then she slid. The restraints painfully caught her ankles. Her lower back gave a kick against the edge of the roundwood. Yet another hit on that already bruised spot! Desperately, she pulled herself up over the roundwood, to sit on it. Relative ease, but not for long, because the weight of her body would come down uneasily on her crotch. And there was another reason why sitting on the roundwood had become uncomfortable.

Neighbours! People from the street! Not these guys! She looked at Gerald! Had he seen them? Gerald, she had noticed, who had been struggling and writhing more than before. He looked in pain. Jenny hoped nothing was…

Gerald hung himself forward, and relieved his bladder. He released an endless stream. The pressure must have been high. It all came down on the ground with a rustling sound. It resulted into laughter and taunting comments among the onlookers.

“Gerald! Not now!” she wanted to shout.

Jenny got exhausted. She had become tired, cramps, she was hungry and thirsty. She felt ashamed. What if mom heard about it? Would she come to look? She wanted to rest on the roundwood, but doing so gave her uncomfortable pressure. She too had her bladder filled beyond comfort. She knew she would not be able to hold on like that until the break. Soon, she would also have to hang forward and relieve it. In front of all the onlookers…

(to be continued)
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The torture reminds me of the UK railways, too, Old Slave! ;)

But hats off to Lox for a highly entertaining tale! :)
 
9.

“That”s 65 euro, Jenny!”
Sixty-five euro! Gerald will be asking questions again about her hairdresser’s bill. But who cares, after all, she worked for the money too!
“Can I go to the bathroom quickly?”
“Sure, Jenny, you know the way!”
Jenny quickly entered the bathroom. That had become urgent. After more than two hours sitting in front of a dressing table, it had become more than time to relieve her bladder.

In the bathroom, Jenny looked in the mirror. She was satisfied about her balayage. It made her look younger, more attractive, more seducing! It had about been time to refresh her image and get rid of the classic bob she had been wearing for over ten years. Time to bring some color in her life again. She hoped Gerald would notice it (and not just growl about the bill). She hoped Gerald would at last notice too that, since a few weeks, she had reverted her skirt length from below the knee to above the knee, and that she was wearing a mini-skirt from time to time. Because Gerald was apparently on retirement, at least in bed. Time to bring him back alive, or did he want her to look for fireworks with an eighteen year old testosterone bomb, like in the article in this week’s issue of Ellegance?

A few weeks earlier, Jenny had read in Ellegance another article, on sex in marriage. In an average marriage. Like hers! Suppose, the article said, that a married couple would put a marble into a jar, anytime they would have sex during their first year, and after the first year take one marble out of the jar on every occasion, then the jar would never be empty again.

Jenny had realized this could be true. She had become aware that such was exactly the way it had gone with her own marriage with Gerald. The first year, sex had been fun. The next year, it had become part of a scheduled program to have a baby. After all, she and Gerald had married quite lately. She was 33, he was 32. Her biological clock was ticking. After the birth of little Elisa, after two years of shooting practice at preset days, they were often too tired, from fulfilling the needs of their cute but demanding little life changer. So, time for marital sex had become part of a week planning. An attempt had been undertaken to have a second baby, but after a while, no result was made. At 36 she had given up her hopes. Since, Gerald had gradually neglected his marital duties.

Maybe, in her own marriage, the jar would never get empty again, either, but nevertheless, she had become determined to take out as much as possible marbles for the forthcoming times.

So, Gerald would beware getting annoyed about the at least 2000 euros she had spent the last weeks. He was supposed to see the results of her investment, and like them, and not bicker about it. After all, she had done it for his own wellness either.

Loaded with her purchases, and proud about her balayage, Jenny took the train home. On the train, she encountered Christine. Christine, who, of course, had already noticed Jenny’s restyling, and who adored her new haircut. Gerald would better take an example from Christine!
After less than ten minutes, the train stopped in their village station Jenny and Christine left the carriage and stepped on the platform. The train departed again. Christine then proposed to simply cross the tracks, since she hated to make the detour over the platforms to the parking lot.

Jenny followed her. She looked forward whether there was railroad staff around, since crossing the tracks was punishable with a fine. She then recalled her little fantasy about track trespassers, who, being caught would get a public humiliation. She and Gerald! During the long waiting in front of the dressing table at the hairdresser’s, Jenny had played herself in detail, in her head, that exciting story. She had no idea where these fantasies came from, or what they meant. She simply enjoyed them for killing time.

Now, this time she would get caught together with Christine, and hence punished in public with Christine. Another interesting storyline to explore! Gerald would then be an onlooker! Maybe, when Gerald would see her attached naked and spread-eagled to a rack, he would learn what a sexy and attractive wife he actually had.

So, the story would start with two railroad security employees, emerging from an ambush:
“Excuse me, Ladies?...!”

THE END
Of a little tale about marital morals.
 
Loxuru said:
9.

“That”s 65 euro, Jenny!”
Sixty-five euro! Gerald will be asking questions again about her hairdresser’s bill. But who cares, after all, she worked for the money too!
“Can I go to the bathroom quickly?”
“Sure, Jenny, you know the way!”
Jenny quickly entered the bathroom. That had become urgent. After more than two hours sitting in front of a dressing table, it had become more than time to relieve her bladder.

In the bathroom, Jenny looked in the mirror. She was satisfied about her balayage. It made her look younger, more attractive, more seducing! It had about been time to refresh her image and get rid of the classic bob she had been wearing for over ten years. Time to bring some color in her life again. She hoped Gerald would notice it (and not just growl about the bill). She hoped Gerald would at last notice too that, since a few weeks, she had reverted her skirt length from below the knee to above the knee, and that she was wearing a mini-skirt from time to time. Because Gerald was apparently on retirement, at least in bed. Time to bring him back alive, or did he want her to look for fireworks with an eighteen year old testosterone bomb, like in the article in this week’s issue of Ellegance?

A few weeks earlier, Jenny had read in Ellegance another article, on sex in marriage. In an average marriage. Like hers! Suppose, the article said, that a married couple would put a marble into a jar, anytime they would have sex during their first year, and after the first year take one marble out of the jar on every occasion, then the jar would never be empty again.

Jenny had realized this could be true. She had become aware that such was exactly the way it had gone with her own marriage with Gerald. The first year, sex had been fun. The next year, it had become part of a scheduled program to have a baby. After all, she and Gerald had married quite lately. She was 33, he was 32. Her biological clock was ticking. After the birth of little Elisa, after two years of shooting practice at preset days, they were often too tired, from fulfilling the needs of their cute but demanding little life changer. So, time for marital sex had become part of a week planning. An attempt had been undertaken to have a second baby, but after a while, no result was made. At 36 she had given up her hopes. Since, Gerald had gradually neglected his marital duties.

Maybe, in her own marriage, the jar would never get empty again, either, but nevertheless, she had become determined to take out as much as possible marbles for the forthcoming times.

So, Gerald would beware getting annoyed about the at least 2000 euros she had spent the last weeks. He was supposed to see the results of her investment, and like them, and not bicker about it. After all, she had done it for his own wellness either.

Loaded with her purchases, and proud about her balayage, Jenny took the train home. On the train, she encountered Christine. Christine, who, of course, had already noticed Jenny’s restyling, and who adored her new haircut. Gerald would better take an example from Christine!
After less than ten minutes, the train stopped in their village station Jenny and Christine left the carriage and stepped on the platform. The train departed again. Christine then proposed to simply cross the tracks, since she hated to make the detour over the platforms to the parking lot.

Jenny followed her. She looked forward whether there was railroad staff around, since crossing the tracks was punishable with a fine. She then recalled her little fantasy about track trespassers, who, being caught would get a public humiliation. She and Gerald! During the long waiting in front of the dressing table at the hairdresser’s, Jenny had played herself in detail, in her head, that exciting story. She had no idea where these fantasies came from, or what they meant. She simply enjoyed them for killing time.

Now, this time she would get caught together with Christine, and hence punished in public with Christine. Another interesting storyline to explore! Gerald would then be an onlooker! Maybe, when Gerald would see her attached naked and spread-eagled to a rack, he would learn what a sexy and attractive wife he actually had.

So, the story would start with two railroad security employees, emerging from an ambush:
“Excuse me, Ladies?...!”

THE END
Of a little tale about marital morals.
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Nice unexpected ending. Great story!
 
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