Chapter 49.
Stewart had just half pushed the prisoner Lines into the holding cell slamming
the door shut, when in walked his next candidate, an extremely tall and slim
female in her early twenties. She stood to attention and handed him her note
with what he noticed was an already sweating hand.
It seemed that she had been inattentive in a class taken by one of the civilian
lady teachers who had no punishment authority. She had therefore been sent to
the guardroom.
Stewart spent a few minutes on the computer and decided that the girl's record
was pretty good. His mind went back to his own experiences and gradually came to
the conclusion that a school type punishment could well suit this school type
offence. He had her sign the form and was just typing the details up when the
sergeant walked in, obviously ready for business.
She elected to deal with the later arrival first and consulted the
recommendations that Stewart had just typed with a wicked grin appearing on her
face.
"Well, girl, it seems that Mr Stewart has recommended that your inattentiveness
should be punished with a school punishment. I agree and I will give you six
strokes of the school tawse...on each hand. It will leave you with a pair of
rather sore hands that will remind you every time that your mind wanders."
The Sergeant walked over to a rack of implements and having handled three
straps, finally settled on a two foot long length of hide with a split half way
along its length. It was scarcely any more frightening than the standard
wardress strap, perhaps a little longer and heavier but as it was to be used on
her soft palms, the girl became understandably, more nervous.
"I have no intention of allowing your shirt sleeves to get in the way which
might happen if you simply roll them up, so take of your shirt and tie".
With a nervous glance at Stewart the girl slipped off her school tie and then
unbuttoned and removed her shirt. She stood there in her regulation skirt and
white bra awaiting the next order. Stewart noticed that though she was really
slim, her small breasts poked provocatively under the bra material and he
guessed that they were in little need of support. She appeared more shy than was
usual and had probably become used to stripping in front of female staff, but
found a males presence even more embarrassing. He briefly thought of trying to
come up with some reason to make her remove the bra, but then thought that he
would be able to find some justification at a later date. Perhaps he would order
her to his room one night, and take a really good look at her, after all, a
prisoner such as her would be able to raise no objections.
The Policewoman made the girl stand in front of her and then had her raise her
hand with the fingertips pointing forwards, parallel with the ground and the
soft palm uppermost. She lay the leather over the fingers and pushed it up over
the palm ordering her to support the wrist with her other hand.
"I will lay on six strokes. You may drop your hand and rub it after every
stroke, but you must raise it back up and present it to me when I tell you. I
intend that this will hurt, so brace yourself".
She then slowly pulled the strap backwards until it fell free of the fingertips
and dropped slightly. Then, raising it up over her right shoulder she brought it
down with the tip landing just short of the wrist with a loud "Crack".
The prisoner dropped her hand and rubbed the palm hard as her feet did an
impromptu jig. The order then came:
"Again!"
And she forced herself to present the already stinging palm for more pain.
Stewart was surprised at the way in which the Sergeant allowed the girl a
respite between each stroke, but then realised that any reduction of the pain
gained by rubbing the area would be more than offset by the superhuman effort
that would be required to raise the palm and obediently hold it in place for the
next application. He still found himself watching her breasts as each stroke
landed and could see only the slightest movement under the white material of her
brassiere.
The policewoman continued the punishment using considerable effort to ensure
that the girl felt every one. By the time she had finished with both her palms,
no amount of rubbing them together seemed to ease the searing pain. Stewart then
made her hold both hands out towards him so that he could examine them.
He looked first at her face and saw the teeth still biting on her lower lip. Her
eyes were moist and the left one had a tear running down her cheek. The palms
were crimson with weals running from the tips to the wrists where the edge of
the tawse had made contact. He rubbed his fingertips over the reddened area and
felt the heat that rose to meet them. With a final hard slap of his palms across
the girl's, he dismissed her back to her class wondering how she would cope if
she was required to write at any length during the rest of the day.
Acting on the Sergeant's instructions, Stewart then retrieved the almost naked
Lines from the holding cell and told her to stand next to the desk on which her
soiled panties and damp vest were displayed. He briefly outlined the prisoner's
offence and then described how he decided to carry out a spot check of her
underwear and what he had found. The policewoman drew out her long baton and
lifted the vest up to her nose sniffing distastefully. She then replaced the
vest and used it to spread out the panties. She then hoisted them up and held
the offending crotch under the prisoner's nose.
"What in the hell do you mean by being in such a filthy condition girl?" she
snapped. "Surely by now you know the rules concerning cleanliness in this
establishment? I will consider what I will have to do to encourage you to be
careful with your personal hygiene later. To ensure that you work those legs of
yours with more enthusiasm in PT I am going to give them each nine of the strap,
but first, you need a thorough wash. Mr Stewart, would you please escort the
prisoner to the toilet block and ensure that she is properly cleaned".
Stewart knew that this was to be entirely at his discretion and hardly needed
the wink that the Sergeant gave him to start his mind racing. He led the woman
by her arm into the white tiled washroom. Having had her remove her remaining
socks and trainers he ordered her to the present position.
"As you can't be trusted to achieve a decent level of personal hygiene I will
now supervise your shower. You may rest assured that I believe in a "hands on"
approach. Firstly, you will use the toilet to prevent any further problems when
you are under punishment."
There was no form of privacy, the white square asian type toilet simply sat on
the tiled floor in the corner. Lines hesitatingly walked over to it and with a
desperate look in Stewart's direction, squatted over the hole with her bare feet
resting on the widely spaced foot places. It took her a full two minutes before
she was able to release her bladder terribly aware that he was casually watching
the whole process.
She was then told to stand, back at the present, outside the large shower
cubicle. Stewart rolled up his sleeves, picked up a bottle of shower gel from a
shelf and pored a generous amount into the palm of his right hand. He made no
attempt to hide his erection that was blatantly visible jutting forward in his
trousers knowing that it could only add to her humiliation.
He started by rubbing his hand over both shoulders allowing the gel to run down
her back and front. He gave her face a brief wipe with the fluid and then placed
a hand on each breast.
"You might find this process a little embarrassing Lines, but unless you want to
earn yourself even more punishment from the Sergeant, you had better accept
whatever I choose to do to you...understood?"
She muttered her abject agreement avoiding eye contact with him. She knew only
too well that the briefest word from him would result in an infliction of pain
that would be out of all proportion with her offence. She braced even harder
into the present position and resolved to allow him any contact he wished
without complaint.
He gripped her swollen areola with the slippery fingers of both hands and
applied pressure to assess her obedience. They both knew that this was a
deliberate application of pain for no other reason than he had the power to do
it. Despite her rigidly held position she found that her knees were just
beginning to buckle as the pain surged and he suddenly released them. The heavy
squeezing and rubbing of the breasts and hairless armpits that followed was
almost a relief.
More gel was applied to his hand, which then, without warning, slid between her
thighs and covered her pubic mound. He made no comment about her luxuriant pubic
hair but simply concentrated on introducing a finger, along with a copious
amount of gel between her labia. He made no attempt to be gentle; the one finger
was soon joined by another forming a hook that pulled her hips towards him. He
then released the pressure and gently rubbed against the clitoral area until she
started to twitch slightly at his intrusion.
Just as she started to worry that he might even cause her more embarrassment by
the stimulation, he stood back and ordered her to turn around, bend over and
grip her widely spaced ankles.
Another handful of gel was squeezed from the bottle and the prisoner saw, from
between her spread legs, Mr Stewart approaching from behind.
Her position ensured that her buttocks were well parted and the offending cleft
fully exposed to both his eyes and fingers. He started almost gently by tracing
the line between her cheeks with a fingertip, lingering at the stretched but
closed anus. Then he briskly rubbed the gel into the lightly haired area.
Finally, he prodded his finger against her entrance and with a sudden thrust
pushed the well-lubricated digit into the anal ring.
There was of course nothing that Lines could do or say to prevent this cruel
violation of her secret place. She had to remain bent over accepting his fingers
as they probed deep into her rectum with the only indication of her discomfort
being a slight flexing of her knees and a low whimper from her lips.
Stewart considered using a hard scrubbing brush on the female, particularly in
the area that had caused the original complaint. He even thought of joining her
in the shower to ensure that she properly cleaned herself but realised that time
was not on his side. He therefore confined himself to watching her as she
showered under a high pressure spray ensuring that it was selected to cold for
the last two minutes. Even when she had dried herself with a large towel she was
still shivering when she stood before the Sergeant awaiting her punishment.
The policewoman selected what seemed to be a small paddle, but on closer
examination Stewart saw that the six-inch by four-inch blade was a flexible
piece of leather that would wrap round any target. Wrist straps were fitted to
the female and her hands were soon lifted upwards on a pulley system from a
sturdy fastening in the ceiling of the room. Without any explanation she stood
to one side of the victim and laid the implement, with some effort, on to the
front upper part of her right leg with an echoing "Thawack".
Two more strokes were applied to the upper leg leaving angry red squares on the
white flesh. It was obvious from the girl's frantic movement between strokes how
sensitive that are was and she had difficulty in holding her position for the
last one.
Following the beating of her left front thigh, the Sergeant moved to her rear
and the plump back of each leg became the target for the heavy leather. Soon the
prisoner was sobbing uncontrollably with the pain, but the worst was yet to
come. The Sergeant stood with her face only inches from the female.
"Each leg has three strokes to come. I will be applying them to your inner
thighs, which most prisoners seem to find rather sensitive. It will, I hope, act
as a reminder to greater efforts for your next PT session".
Stewart was told to set a stool to the prisoners right and her foot was lifted
and placed on it. This presented and tightened the right inner thigh to say
nothing of displaying the genitalia. Anticipating some reluctance to remain in
position, the Sergeant told Stewart to stand behind the girl and hold her leg
just below the knee to keep it positioned. Stewart gently ran his hand along
the area feeling its softness, particularly where it joined her pubic mound. He
knew only too well just how severe even a light stroke would be in that area;
not that the Sergeant believed in light strokes. He placed his left arm around
the waist and felt the girl brace.
The swatter was brought down from over the Sergeant's shoulder to impact on the
inner thigh just above the right knee. Standing with his upper legs bracing the
back of the prisoner's thigh Stewart could feel the weight of the strap. The
stroke was then repeated without any delay further up the leg, and finally, a
final swat was placed on the upper part. Despite Stewart's efforts, as the pain
level surged, the prisoner's leg leapt off the stool and she brought it
protectively against the other trying to rub the pain away.
It took a superhuman effort for the whimpering prisoner to place, when ordered,
her other foot on the stool in preparation for that thighs punishment. Stewart
took a firm grip of her and awaited the infliction. All three slaps were applied
within seconds and now the girl carried out a dance of pain desperately rubbing
the reddened and sore thighs together.
Completely indifferent to the moans from her victim, the Sergeant told Stewart
that she would have the girl return in the evening for a session with the crotch
martinet that would, hopefully, make her more careful about her personal
hygiene. In the meantime she would simply understrap her.
Stewart saw the girl's expression change to one of disbelief that her punishment
was to continue all day, perhaps she had been understrapped before or had
witnessed another female so dressed and knew just how uncomfortable the wretched
thing could be. Somehow she managed to control herself as two stools were placed
either side of her and she was told to lift her bare feet and place one on each.
She clearly had no modesty left and hardly noticed Stewart's glance at her
displayed crotch as she took up the splayed and squatting position that the
position of the stools required.
The Sergeant selected an understrap from a small collection hanging on a hook
and advanced towards the girl. She reached behind her and fastened the thin
leather waistband around her and then reached between her legs to pull the
understrap itself up between her parted vulva. She knelt on the floor looking
upwards to judge where the knots in the thin leather thong would rest. Satisfied
that the anus had a suitably chaffing knot in place she repositioned two that
would lay within the soft lips and then pulled the thong hard up into the cleft
making her gasp with pain. The end of the thong was then hooked on to the
dangling elastic tag that hung from the front of the waist strap so that the
fiendish item of intimate clothing would be snug and tight.
By the time the prisoner had dressed in the vest, skirt and footwear only the
experienced eye would detect that she was understrapped from her slightly bow
legged and hesitant walk as she marched from the guardroom to catch up with the
rest of her squad. Even Stewart hoped that she would have no more PT for that
day knowing that even climbing stairs would cause unbelievable soreness to her
most sensitive parts.
The desk Sergeant took the 'phone call. It seemed that one of the male prisoners
had been sent to the medical centre and the duty sister thought that Stewart
might be interested in seeing what transpired. With some haste he made his way
to the medical block and was greeted by the sister who made the call.
"You may know Dave, that if a wardress believes that a genital punishment is
called for, she can by-pass the guardroom unofficial system and we can
administer one here in this building, if you remember, all genital discipline
must be inflicted by one of the nursing staff, for safety reasons. One of the
males has been sent here for displaying an erection. It seems that he had been
put to work in the Staff Gymnasium and was seen to be taking rather an interest
in ladies using some of the equipment. One of them made him drop his
shorts...and there it was in its full glory. Now this could have been ignored,
it's entirely at the individual staff member's discretion, but, if offence is
taken then a punishment must follow. It is up to the wardress to decided whether
what we call a "testosterone" punishment is required and if it is, she can then
send him to us. The rules are simple, once here and having signed the acceptance
book, he can avoid a formal punishment. We don't have many males to punish so I
always give the job to Nurse Jeffries. I will introduce you to her".
They moved down the antiseptic smelling corridor, past a row of seated female
prisoners awaiting treatment who leapt to attention as they passed and into a
small white cubicle room. In there was Nurse Jefferies who looked barely
eighteen, slim, with an unattractive face with long lank brown hair. Perched on
her pointed nose was a pair of rimless glasses that she seemed to spend most
time peering over. With her was a young wardress, markedly attractive in
comparison in her uniform shirt with a one pip on each shoulder. They both shook
hands with firm warm grips and the Nurse having confirmed her name introduced
the other female as Miss Portland. Pleasantries over, the sister left. Stewart
looked around and noted the large wall chart of the male genitalia and the
straps hanging down from a rear wall.
Without a smile the nurse addressed them:
"I have this prisoner here for some aversion training and I thought that you two
newbies might find it of interest. I will be subjecting him to an extended
period of testicle discipline in the hope that it will enable him to control his
reactions in the future. There may be a time and a place for erections, but this
male will have to learn that it is not in this centre. I can't guarantee that I
can teach him to control himself in just the one hour, but I can guarantee that
he will wish that he could".
She pointed out the wooden framework fixed to the wall with its leather straps
hanging loose in various positions. Facing where the head would be fixed, a
large television screen hung down giving the occupant little option other than
to view what might be on the screen. She then muttered something to the effect
that she might as well demonstrate with the offender rather than talk them
through it. She put her head outside the door and curtly ordered the prisoner
in.
A male around 30 entered and snapped to attention. He was around five feet ten
inches tall and obviously fit and tanned from his time in the prison. His short
fair hair and regular features caused a look of more than interest to pass over
the face of the young wardress. Within seconds he had stripped off his denim
shirt and shorts, then his socks and trainers and finally, with a nervous glance
at Stewart, his small underpants to take up the present in front of the three
staff members.
Stewart had always considered himself to be entirely straight, but found himself
looking at the genitals displayed before him with mild curiosity. The prisoner's
penis was already starting to grow and he had what seemed to be rather large
testicles in the hairy scrotum that hung behind it. Nurse Jeffries slipped on a
pair of surgical gloves and handed another pair from the box to Miss Portland
who quickly donned them.
"As you will be required to examine and search the odd male prisoner, perhaps
you would like to check this ones equipment. Remember that he is not your
boyfriend and that we first need to thoroughly examine him without any
consideration towards his discomfort or embarrassment".
The two young girls soon had the male standing at the present. Miss Portland
placed a low stool in front of him and sat on it with her head at the height of
his waist. She took his penis in her left hand and started to gently examine it
with the fingers of her right. The soft gentle touch soon achieved her aim of
ensuring that the organ was rigid. She then painfully snatched the foreskin back
with her left hand to expose the glans, making the prisoner gasp and flinch away
from her grip.
"Hold still boy" she snapped, " I see what you mean Nurse, he seems to be
totally incapable of controlling himself in front of ladies. I can only hope
that your treatment will improve his attitude".
She then continued gripping him with one hand leaving the glans exposed to the
touch of her fingertips on the other as she gently prodded and stroked the shiny
tight surface. She manoeuvred a latex covered fingernail into the slit. All the
man could do as she probed his opening was to try to remain braced with his eyes
downcast to the top of her fair head. Her nail must have been sharpened and the
latex soon split leaving the urethra vulnerable to the sharp edge as it pushed
into the opening causing him some pain. She turned around, face flushed.
"Will we be disciplining this organ during the session Nurse?" she enquired".
The Nurse said that had not been her intention, but if she felt like trying out
a few ideas she could do it in between the main treatments. She asked that Miss
Portland give his scrotum a quick check, as it was time to prepare the prisoner.
The junior wardress transferred her attention to the dangling bulbs gently
hefting them both with her right hand. The she placed her forefinger between the
two and shook it to cause them some movement. Ignoring the nervous flinching of
the male she held his left testicle with her fingers and, looking at the wall
chart, started to examine to shape and contours through the scrotum covering
with her right fingertips. It took her a few minutes to complete her examination
of the entire scrotal contents and from the number of times the prisoner
flinched, she was less than gentle.
Stewart stood back watching the other two as they secured the poor wretch to the
wooden frame. His back was to the device with his arms outstretched level with
his shoulders and strapped above the elbows and at the wrists. His head was held
against a padded cushion by a wide Velcro-fastened strap around his forehead.
Most of his weight was taken on a ledge that fitted under his buttocks and then
his thighs lifted and fastened just above his knees to two arms that were fitted
into the wall leaving his lower legs hanging down with his ankles strapped to
the same arms. These were then adjusted so that his knees were forced as wide as
possible. In this position his scrotum looked totally vulnerable as it hung low
between the parted thighs. The small stool was placed between his knees ready to
seat his tormentor.
Nurse Jefferies searched in her equipment bag and produced a device that looked
like a small padded fly swat. A springy handle about eight inches long had a
rubber covered grip and at the business end a square of leather heavily padded
on one side in a white towelling material. She explained that this implement had
been designed and approved for testes discipline as it was effective and yet
carried no risks of causing the testicle any damage.
Stewart shuddered at the word "effective" realising only too well that it was
merely a euphemism for pain. Having felt such discipline in the past he was
almost feeling sorry for the male and knew that the slightest touch in that area
and he would be as unable to control himself, as the prisoner. It was even going
to take some self-control on his part if he was to avoid jumping every time the
target was hit!
Nurse Jefferies asked Miss Portland to lift the deflating penis upwards against
the prisoner's stomach to keep it out of the way. She then glanced at the wall
clock noting the time, touched the swat against the outside surface of his left
testicle and then withdrew it some inches from the target.
Without any comment or warning she flicked it inwards so the padding hit the
lower outside quadrant of the bulb with a muffled "Thwock!"
The sound was soon followed by the male gasping with shock-and straining against
the restraining straps.
The Nurse waited for around two minutes to allow the dull ache to subside and
then carefully, but callously applied the swat to the right testicle with a
backhand flick.
Again the gasp followed by the futile straining against the leather straps. Then
a low moan came from his clenched lips as the pain surged.
Stewart recognised that this was the moment of truth for the wretch. He had
dreaded taking this form of punishment from the moment he first heard that it
was possible. But know, having experienced the intense controlled pain that it
inflicted, he was in total dread of the next application. The Nurses comments
did not help in the least.
"That is the first treatment, we will wait ten minutes for the recovery, and
then apply the punishment again. He is down for 40 minutes of therapy so that
means another four slaps per testicle...something for him to look forward to.
Naturally, if he should learn to control himself and not have an erection when I
am about to treat him then I will consider some leniency. Miss Portland, would
you be so kind as to provide stimulation between treatments? If I am working by
myself I run an interesting video for him to watch but as you are here we might
as well take advantage of your presence. I think that the subject should be
given the chance of displaying self-control before each slap, as that will, in
effect, cause him to appreciate the reason for the pain. Use whatever means you
prefer".
She left the room leaving Stewart and the young wardress alone with the
prisoner. Miss Portland commented on how long they would be in the room for and
conceded that she would have to make herself comfortable. She slipped off her
uniform tie and standing between his legs, scarcely inches from his body and
eyes, unbuttoned the top four buttons on her shirt revealing her small white bra
and the upper surfaces of the breasts that it supported.
She then bent forwards slightly, knowing full well that the imprisoned male
would be able to admire her cleavage even more and gently held his scrotum. He
instinctively stiffened and she spoke in an almost purr to tell him that her job
was to provide the pleasure and to make the most of it whilst the Nurse was
absent. With gentle fingertips she carefully examined the punished bulbs.
"It's such a pity that Nurse has to slap these so hard, perhaps if you try
really hard you may be able to remain nice and limp for when she comes back. I
will be really gentle and all you have to do is think clean thoughts!"
She then sat on the stool opening her legs either side of his hanging scrotum so
that her uniform skirt rode up over her thighs revealing the tops of her
stockings. The poor male could not take his eyes of her and even before she had
lightly gripped his penis, it was already hardening.
She had promised to be gentle and gentle she was. She concentrated on the glans
and stroked it with the tips of her fingers. As it was already dry, she leant
back ignoring how her skirt rode even higher giving her charge a glimpse of her
panty covered crotch and retrieved a tube of lubricant from a surface.
Her fingertips slowly lubricated the tip of the dry penis and the male
reluctantly found himself unable to prevent the slow engorgement of his penis.
Looking down he could see the wardresses un-embarrassed display of her bra
covered breasts and spread thighs. Knowing full well that the time was ticking
away to his next visit from the Nurse, he couldn't help surrendering to the
touch and sight of this young bitch, knowing that he would soon pay the price.
Stewart was almost as absorbed by the wardresses attentions as the prisoner and
found himself instinctively twitching as the door opened an in came Nurse
Jeffries for her next treatment session. She soon exchanged places with the
other young staff member, retrieved her padded swatter and sat looking up at the
increasingly frightened male. She pedantically waited for the minute hand on the
clock to reach the point of ten minutes added to the first application time,
with her left hand cupping the sensitive testicles.
"If only you had controlled yourself I wouldn't have to do this." She mockingly
muttered. Turning to the other staff she added "You will note that the prisoner
is sweating profusely, even thought the room is not that warm. This is fear
sweat and is a good sign that I am getting through to him".
The time for discussion was over, with the wardress again lifting the male's
penis clear of the targets, she deliberately delivered another firm agonising
swat to each testicle leaving the prisoner shaking and moaning to himself.
"You probably realise now the routine for this type of punishment boy. I will
return every ten minutes to hurt your testes and if you wish to avoid this
treatment, all you have to do is not have an erection during that time. I will
rely entirely on the reports by Miss Portland and Mr Stewart".
With that, Nurse Jeffries again left the room.
Miss Portland re-positioned herself between the prisoner's legs and resumed her
gentle but firm contact with his penis. This time she hitched up her uniform
skirt and spread her knees so that they made contact with the insides of the
male's thighs thus giving the victim a glimpse of her panty crotch.
It took a little longer this time to calm the shaking male, but eventually the
organ submitted and started to enlarge once more, despite his efforts to remain
flaccid. It didn't help his resolve when she moved her knees to run her gloved
hands up and down his soft thighs or when she gently cupped the testicles
murmuring words of sarcastic pity. By the time the door opened yet again, he was
rock hard.
Instead of taking her seat on the stool, the Nurse went to her equipment bench
and picked up what looked to Stewart like a quarter sized tennis racquet.
Instead of being strung with some form of gut however, this had a fine mesh of
what looked like thin wires. It was, she explained, a punishment device that had
been adapted from an electronic fly swatter and had just been given to her for
evaluation. She demonstrated the small button that, when pressed, charged the
mesh and then invited Stewart to move his palm towards the surface.
There was a loud "crack" and Stewart jumped in surprise at both the sound and
the sharp sting. It was like being hit with an air gun pellet, such was the
force, but when he checked his palm there was only a small red spot where the
device had earthed.
The nurse did not offer the prisoner any courtesy of explanation; she simply
took her seat, lifted the deflating penis clear, charged the device and lifted
it towards his left dangling bulb.
It was about five inches below the target when it earthed, helped perhaps by the
sweat that was dripping off the male prisoner. The prisoner lurched in his
straps and groaned through his clenched teeth. Nurse Jeffries allowed no time
for him to recover before charging the electric paddle again and closing in on
his other testicle.
By now the male had real fear showing in his eyes as it became even more
apparent that these young females could and would hurt him as much as they felt
necessary. There was another "crack" as the device discharged into the other
dangling testicle. Again he struggled in his straps in the ridiculous hope that
he could escape further pain.
Instead of standing up and departing for a further ten minutes, the young nurse
then simply handed the electric paddle to Miss Portland who handed back the
original device. The prisoner's jaw dropped open as he realised that the
electric shocks had been merely an amusing demonstration and that the real
punishment was about to continue. Nurse Jeffries took careful aim to his left
bulb and hit it firmly with the padded swatter. Despite the male's constant
struggle she hit the spot she aimed for and then gave the other hanging testicle
a firm backhander with the same face of the implement.
As the Nurse stood, Miss Portland leapt back on to the stool and started her
tantalising attentions to the poor wretches penis. She realised that she would
have a difficult task to get him fully erect and offending before the nurse
returned and didn't want to allow any further assaults on his agonised testicles
to be avoided.
The Nurse half turned to Stewart:
"Oh yes, Mr Stewart, I forgot to mention, Miss Farrow said that she wanted you
to report to her some time ago. Sorry that I forgot to mention it...hope that it
won't get you into trouble".
With a provocative smile she departed and Stewart, having collected his thoughts
left the hapless male to the uncertain mercies of Miss Portland and followed her
out of the door.
As he hurried towards Miss Farrow's office, his confidence that as an officer he
had no need to be overly concerned in being late, started to evaporate. He
remembered how she had kept him at arms length in not telling him to use her
first name. At the very least he was in for a dressing down.
He knocked on the door and was summoned to enter. He found a furious Chief
Wardress sitting behind her desk and knew instinctively that he was in trouble.
To be continued.
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