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Chapter 53
Stewart surprised even himself with the level of apprehension that he felt as he entered the reception area to the Governor’s office. It was partly because he had yet to meet the lady and partly because of the knowledge that even though he had officer status, he was in reality a mere prisoner who could be subjected to the full disciplinary procedures, even to being reduced the status of that of an inmate.
The receptionist gave no clue as to the reason for his appointment but merely indicated him to wait by her desk as she pressed the interphone and announced his arrival. He was then ushered into the office and came to attention in front of the large desk staring straight ahead.
The lady Governor was in her early thirties, tall slim with her fair hair held back in a formal bun. She was certainly attractive in a superior sort of way and power dressed in a formal civilian jacket that presumably would have a skirt hidden beneath the desk top. Her relative youth, certainly younger than Stewart himself was yet another indication of the way that the rapid expansion of the Correctional Centres that had provided accelerated careers for the brightest and most determined candidates.
He was more than relieved to be greeted, albeit by his surname, and invited to sit. She then addressed him, still with formality in her voice:
“I’m sure that you will realise that prisoners accorded officer status require close supervision and monitoring during their six months probation. All too often it has been necessary to downgrade them back to prisoner when the initial hopes that we had prove unfounded. Just before your arrival here I had to demote one of the female officers who is now one of the inmates again. I should also point out that the sentence starts again from scratch and that no credit is given for any previous time served. It is also pretty unpleasant to find yourself as a prisoner in the same Correctional Centre where you were an officer. The staff are anxious not to show any favours and the prisoners… well…you know what bitches they can be at times.”
From your record so far you seem to be progressing well and certainly earning yourself a reputation as a disciplinarian amongst both the staff and the prisoners. We will however, be watching you carefully for every day before you are officially promoted so keep your nose to the grindstone…as they say. There is one little matter that I need to discuss with you”.
Stewart’s heart, having just calmed down a little, jumped back into his throat.
“You will know that we loan out prisoners to be of service in the local community and we have a request to provide such a service to one of the local dignitaries, the wife of the Member of Parliament for this area. She has asked for a group of male prisoners and a group of females. The males will be supplied from one of the male establishments and we will be supplying the females. I understand that the wardress from the male centre has senior status so you will be under her command and answerable directly to here whilst you are away. You may have met her when you were in a Male Correctional Centre, her name is Mrs Cheeseman. I have decided that you will take your squad even though they are relatively inexperienced. I need hardly say that they will be expected to totally satisfy this lady in whatever work she deems suitable for them. I have arranged for you to take a Touring Equipment kit that will enable you to deal with any disciplinary matters that arise and I will be happy to authorise a higher level of punishment powers than you normally have. What I want Stewart are results and the best result will be a letter of commendation from the MP’s wife.
Stewart thought back with a shudder to his previous experience with
Mrs Cheeseman when he was at the Male Correctional Centre. He remembered how he
knew from the daily orders that he was on “Saddle duty” from
Despite her age she was still then a junior officer and probably one of those who had joined from other occupations anxious to grab the chance of a career with such authority. They appeared even harsher that the younger junior officers and seemed to possess a sixth sense when dealing with male prisoners allowing them no leeway whatsoever.
“You’re the Stewart who is on saddle duty tonight?” she snapped. I may well decide to visit so you had better be prepared for some hard work boy.” And she turned her back leaving an even more puzzled prisoner in her wake.
Stewart had no time to discreetly ask one of his fellow prisoners about this new duty even if they knew themselves. He speculated to himself that it was probably cleaning and polishing the riding gear that the wardresses used so consoled himself that it would be one of the easier jobs that he could be given. At the worst it would be working in the stables where he could expect, or guarantee, to be given a few strokes of one of the crops carried by the wardresses in their riding gear.
There was a room number next to his detailed order and at 6.55 he presented himself to the door to that room in the Officers’ Accommodation block… and knocked. Hearing a curt “enter” he marched in and found himself in a well lit windowless large room with a toilet, bidet and sink. What surprised him was the large leather vaulting box with a leather top and wooden walls down to the floor that stood in the centre. This leather top dipped in the middle to where a hole around a foot in diameter was placed behind which was a padded pommel. Adjustable stirrups were either side of the hole that would require any “rider” to mount with legs very wide indeed. Bright spot lights illuminated the area around the hole from the front and the rear. A wooden rod hung from two ceiling supports to hang over the horse. Even stranger was what appeared to be a small door at one end of the contraption.
A young nurse stood in front of him. She was scarcely out of school with fair hair tied in a ponytail, rim-less spectacles perched on the end of her nose and a slim lithe body. Young or not she had the authority to handle male prisoners pretty much as she wished.
“First visit Stewart? Well, you will soon learn. First I want you to thoroughly wash your face and clean your mouth with the items on that table, then when you have dried yourself come over here to me”. She indicated a small table with two buckets, the first filled with cold water and the second empty. There was a crude tooth brush and bottle of mouthwash. He performed his ablutions even more mystified than before and now more than a little nervous.
When he stood before the nurse, who could scarcely be over the age of twenty she ordered him to strip and place his clothes on another small table in the corner. A cold spray of some sort was liberally applied to his genitals without a word of explanation. She then produced a rubber device with straps and a long electrical lead. Having reached round to fasten the waist band she lifted his flaccid penis and roughly inserted a thin two inch probe into his urethra fastening rubber straps around and down the shaft of his enlarging penis with Velcro fasteners. Next she firmly grasped his scrotum and fitted it inside an elasticated rubber pouch that gripped the contents uncomfortably tightly.
With his genitals trussed up and probed he was then led to the horse, the door opened and he was told to climb inside.
There was just room to manoeuvre himself. Following the instructions from the nurse he sat on the small seat and forced his head through the rubber seal fastened around the hole. He found that he could adjust the seat so that his head protruded with half his neck above the seal and the rear of his head rested against the leather pommel. Everything was becoming apparent to him. There were two hand grips in the roof that he could use to manoeuvre himself a little. He was obviously there to provide oral service to whoever took to the saddle. The nurse reached in and plugged his electric cord into a socket fixed to the roof of the horse.
The nurse noted that the light of understanding had crept over his face and told him that if the wardress was satisfied with his efforts he could expect a good mark to be recorded on the scribble pad on the table. If she was not satisfied a low mark would be given and she pointed to the leather paddle that hung ominously on the wall. The wardress would have a remote control available and that would display the level of erection and enable her to give him some encouragement to greater effort by means of a sharp shock to either his penis or his testes. Stewart then felt a gripping burning pain across his scrotum as the nurse demonstrated the device, mentioning that it was selected to one of the lower settings.
He would probably have up to three ladies visit and she would be back after each to clean him up. There were washing facilities for the wardresses but that was for after his ministrations as there was never any need to consider his sensibilities as he was only a prisoner. He should bear in mind that they would all have had an early start followed by a heavy physical day rushing around organising and probably punishing the prisoners. He should expect them to be a little less than pristine.
As this was his first time a Miss Linley would be his first “rider” as this section came under her control and she liked to train all the new male prisoners. The nurse advised Stewart to “listen and obey” as she was not a lady to be irritated in any way. With that the door opened and in she came to stand next to the horse. She was a heavily built female in her mid-thirties with short cropped hair and round plain face. She looked down at the protruding head and grasped the chin to turn it so that Stewart was obliged to look her in the eyes.
“Right boy, you have probably tried this with your girl friends over the years but from now on you had better put every bit of effort you can in to it. As well as the encourager here…” she held up the remote giving the button a sharp jab with her thumb causing the electric to give a sharp rap over the testes making Stewart jump and gasp… ”The nurse can give you a good beating with that paddle if you fail to get high marks. And, don’t forget that if you fail to give any lady full satisfaction or cause her any grief in any way, you can still be put on Governor’s report or sent to the guardroom to feel one of their canes”.
Having dismissed the nurse she ominously locked the door behind her and slipped off her uniform jacket loosening her collar and tie. Then she unzipped the skirt, let it fall to the floor and picked it up placing it on a table. She stood in her large old-fashioned panties and stockings with her long uniform boots. She approached the horse and telling her victim what she was doing, adjusted the stirrups to the position she required.
“I will just show you how the staff member will position herself. It will be a “dry” run with no requirement for you to carry out any tongue work so you will be able to save your energies for the other ladies. I have adjusted the stirrups, this will depend on the size of the rider and how much she wishes to spread her crotch to you. You will find that some of the wardresses gape somewhat so that you have easy access to their intimate regions. Others will be tighter and require a firmer tongue.
With that she put her foot into the stirrup and with remarkable ease lifted her other leg over to engage her other foot and stood up in the stirrups supporting herself with the bar. Suddenly she dropped her large backside on to the saddle and the spread crotch of her panties was almost touching his nose. Thanks to her care in making the adjustments he could see out of the corner of his eye how her knees were high and wide resulting in the material being well stretched with dark bristly hair lining the gap between the material and her inner thighs. His nostrils immediately reminded him of the nurse’s remarks about there being no requirement for the wardresses to prepare themselves in any way and this was supported visually by the damp stains on the spread material.
Suddenly Miss Linley grabbed the back of the pommel with both hands and pulled it towards her against a non-return ratchet that forced and held his face into close contact with the panties. He was obliged to breath through the material and he had to brace himself not to move his head back or display any sign of distaste.
Next she stood on the horse and carefully turned around with the boots brushing his face to take up the other position. This removed the last hope he had that he would not be expected to service the anal areas of the staff. As she lowered herself down and leant forward the tight material covering the anal cleft touched his nose. She mentioned that not every wardress would require this extra service, but those that did had better be pleased with his response. He was almost grateful for the restrictive pommel as this would prevent any attempt to flinch away from the wardress in a way that would result in a severe reprisal.
Without any further words, Miss Linley hurriedly dressed and left.
He heard rather than saw the second wardress as she entered the room. After a whispered conversation with the nurse Stewart had a semi-translucent latex mask pulled over his eyes that permitted only a dim shape to be seen. It would seem that the wardress was somewhat shy to be seen by a prisoner taking her pleasures. He heard the nurse leave and the wardress use the toilet to relieve herself and the muffled drumming of the paper as she pulled on the toilet roll. Following the sound of the flushing there followed the rustle of clothing and running of water that he presumed was the bidet being used, contradicting the information that the nurse had given him about the wardresses personal hygiene habits.
He was somehow aware that this was a junior member of staff and he could just make out her outline as she stood next to him adjusting the stirrups on the horse. She smelt delightful with the hint of an expensive perfume and even gave his hair a friendly rub with her hand as if she regarded him as a loyal equine friend. She quickly placed her foot in a stirrup and with a grunt of effort mounted the horse and engaged her other foot in the stirrup on the other side. Stewart could dimly make out her parted thighs and how she was pulling the uniform skirt up around her waist revealing that her panties had been removed. She then lowered herself until her buttocks were firmly down on the leather with her thighs well parted and her light pubic hair touching his face.
The scent of the soap was strong and Stewart could feel his own arousal, the arousal that would now be displayed to the young wardress on her remote control. A sharp sting to his scrotum made him jump so that his face brushed hard against the damp rough hair.
“Good!” came the young female voice from above him, “We seem to be connected in every sense of the word so you can start work and do your best to pleasure me.”
It was a young voice, but one that still carried the authority of an officer who would take nothing in the way of disobedience. Having used the pain button on the device she would be sure to use it again should she consider it necessary. Stewart thrust the tip of his tongue forward and turned his head slightly so that he could run it up and down her inner thigh with his left cheek brushing against her uniform stocking top. He did the same to her other inner thigh doing his best to be as tantalising as possible.
A voice from above his head told him that she hadn’t got all day and to get in there. She followed the order with a stingingly sharp shock across his scrotum. He thrust his tongue forward until it parted the tight soap smelling labia and starting at the lowest point, flicked it upwards until he found the crinkly feeling swelling at the top. He then licked as if his very life depended upon it feeling the gentle heaving of the young wardresses thighs and the increased pressure on the back of his head as she pulled the pommel towards her and thrust her crotch hard into his face. In just seconds the girl was moaning her pleasure and bouncing in the saddle making it difficult for Stewart to follow her movements with his mouth and tongue. Despite the discomfort to his nose with the bristly pubic hair he fought to keep in contact, even to the extent of gripping her labia gently with his teeth. Finally, with an animal scream she slowed down and slumped over with her stomach resting on his head.
He nervously continued to suck and lick, not knowing whether she was fully satiated or not and received a savage jolt of electricity around his penis for his efforts. Without a word she dismounted and he heard the sound of the bidet followed by clothing being replaced. The Nurse returned, snatched the latex blindfold off his head, placed a steel dish under his chin and then produced the toothbrush with paste on the bristles. Placing her left hand on his head she reached down with two fingers to uncomfortably pull his nostrils upwards as she pushed his lower jaw down with the hand holding the brush. This was forcefully introduced into his mouth and roughly moved around scrubbing his teeth, tongue and inner cheeks with the same effort that she would normally be used on a horse. It didn’t help that the toothpaste was strongly astringent and stung his sensitive gums.
Satisfied she removed the hard brush and gave him some foul smelling mouthwash to rinse out with, spitting the results into the bowl under his chin. A final wash around his nose and mouth with a disinfectant soaked cloth left him prepared, at least physically, for his next “rider”.
The Nurse departed and he was left alone for a couple of minutes, wondering who his next visitor would be and contemplating that if they were all like the last female, that this would be one of the better and more pleasant duties in the centre. The door opened, closed and he heard the sound of the locks being put into place as he craned his neck round to see who it was. As the wardress turned away from the door he recognised her as the one who had first mentioned this saddle duty to him earlier in the day: Mrs Cheesman. She was dressed in her full wardress uniform from her polished boots to her uniform hat. Around her waist, from the thick belt hung the strap and prodder. She walked over to the horse and the protruding male head with a sneer across her heavily made up face.
“Well Stewart, how does it feel to be on Saddle Duty?”
Without waiting for his reply she suddenly leant over and gave his exposed wet face two ear ringing slaps with the palm and back of her gloved right hand.
“Understand this Boy, don’t try to pull any clever tricks with me. They may work on one of the young wardresses but I have spent a lifetime with males like you…and now it’s my time to give the orders. I spent years of my life working as a waitress and skivvy in top London Hotels and have had a bellyful of arrogant young studs ordering me around, doing their fetching and carrying”. She leant over so that her lined face was only inches from his…” Your chances of reaching my high standards tonight are less than zero, but if I even think that you are not giving the task 200 percent effort…you will wish that you hadn’t been born!”
Without any thought of modesty, she slipped of her gloves, walked over to the toilet, sat down and relieved herself in front of him. Not even the sound of water hitting water seemed to embarrass her and when the sound ended she simply stood pulling her panties into place. Stewart noted that she made no attempt to use any toilet paper, nor did she even glance in the direction of the bidet. She sauntered over to the horse and lifted his lower jaw with her fingers. He noticed that they smelt strongly of leather and deduced that this was from her regular handling of her leather punishment strap as well as her regulation uniform gloves. In her left hand she held the controls to the electrical device fitted to his genitals and he noticed that she adjusted the intensity control to just over midway…knowing that this setting would just be for starters.
“I will be on the horse for some time so I hope that your tongue has plenty of stamina. I will of course encourage you…” there was a gripping jolt around his scrotum “…whenever I deem it necessary, and I will not hesitate to have you beaten when I have finished with you should I think you have failed in any way to work hard. Finally, Stewart….have no doubt that if you fail to give me a really thorough set of orgasms…you will be on official report for failing to obey an officer’s direct order”.
She slowly started to remove her uniform, starting with her hat and jacket. “Unfortunately Boy I was in rather a rush this morning, you know the sort of thing. I had to throw on yesterday’s shirt and underwear and just didn’t have time for a shower. It’s been a very warm and humid day and I seem to have spent most of it laying my strap across some prisoner’s backside so I seem to be rather hot and sweaty. If you had any say in the matter, which you don’t, you would probably suggest that I use the bidet over there but as a prisoner being trained in showing respect and obedience to females…you will just have to accept me as I am. Everything that happens in this room will be on my terms so you had better not display any reluctance.”
Reaching under her skirt she slipped down and removed her white panties. They certainly looked well worn and crumpled. As she moved closer to him with her hand holding them at a distance he could see the dampness of her under-arms and caught the first whiff of body odour from her shirt. She held the panties a couple of feet in front of his face slowly turning them around. They were heavily stained and the crotch moist from her recent use of the toilet in the room. As she draped them over his face the olfactory results of her lack of concern about her personal cleanliness hit him. Mixed in with the acrid smell of died urine was the scents of body sweat and vaginal secretions. He had to force himself not to turn his head and allow the moist material to rest on his nose.
With a girlish giggle she rubbed his face hard with the garment and left it just in front of his face lying on the stained leather surface.
“Let’s start shall we?”
She adjusted the stirrups with some speed suggesting that this room was a regular place that she visited. With one foot in a stirrup she lifted herself up with the overhanging bar so that she stood in the stirrups, wriggled her skirt up around her waist and then lowered herself down to sit on the horse.
She had certainly adjusted the stirrups to the maximum effect. Her heavy thighs were spread indecently wide with her crotch just inches from Stewarts face and resting on her discarded panties. Her labial folds seemed loose and were gaping wide displaying her private entrance instead of being covered by her long and dense pubic hair. At this point Stewart wished that the blindfold would be paced over his eyes for this wardress and not the first. Her finger pointed to an enlarged clitoris that would have peeped from between her inner lips with her legs closed, but now stood jutting forward. Stewart had heard of such pronounced genitalia but now he was just inches from one that looked more like a small penis than something female.
The panties had in a way prepared him for her bodily scent but even so, he knew that he would have to get into the very seat of the source without showing any form of reluctance. Without waiting to be told he thrust his tongue at the pink centre, closed his lips around the base and started to flick the tip with his tongue.
The hood and clitoral area tasted bitter and he tried to ignore the scent that assailed his nostrils. He knew that any complaint would only result in a thrashing and having to face the problem later. He licked and sucked alternately and could feel the hood and clitoris swelling. Suddenly, to his surprise, Mrs Cheesman let out a low moan and lifted herself away from his face and off the horse.
For a brief second his hopes rose that his ordeal was over, but then she spoke:
“Good, that’s got the first one over and I can relax a little. I will get myself ready for some real tongue work now”.
She removed her belt, skirt and shirt without any trace of modesty. In her eyes a male prisoner had no status in life and like a dog, his presence simply did not concern her. Stewart noted her large brassiere, her swollen lower stomach that the suspender belt cut into and her cellulite marked waist and thighs. Finally, leaning forward she undid the bra and removed it allowing her two breasts to hang free against her lower chest. These had little firmness and swung at her slightest movement The nipples and aerolae were wrinkled. She lifted each breast in turn and scratched around the nipple with her finger nail to dislodge some dried skin then turned and stood, dressed only in her boots, stockings and suspender belt.
“Let me see your tongue Boy.”
She grasped the organ with the finger tips and thumb of her right hand and pulled it fully out, twisting and turning it under the bright light until Stewart started to gag. Satisfied she mounted the stirrups and was soon fully splayed in front of him with the labia flopped fully and her entire genitalia on display with it’s crinkly folds and dark opening.
“This time I want you to clean me out starting on the right side of my thigh, above the stocking tops, working across to my pubic hair and then into my vagina. I want more of a housekeeping effort than anything erotic.”
Stewart turned his head to the left and started methodically licking her inner right thigh tasting the sweaty skin as he licked it clean. The area was plump and he had some difficulty in forcing his tongue into the sweaty junction between thigh and crotch. His tongue then moved on to her pubic hair that felt, to his increasingly tender tongue tip, even coarser than it appeared. It certainly held the scent of the bodily secretions but against all his instincts he continued to wash and lick moving inexorably towards the outer labia that marked the edge between the hair and her splayed and wrinkled lips.
An excruciating jolt to the tip of his penis was followed by a curt order from above his head:
“Now clean the inside Boy!”
Taking a deep breath, which he instantly regretted, he extended his now tired tongue fully and started on the soft female folds in long slow licks. He felt a surge of panic well up in his chest realising that his tongue was getting more fatigued and slower by the second and yet knowing that any sign of this would result in another gripping shock.
It did.
This time the electrodes placed alongside each testicle was triggered, and the level must have been turned to at or near maximum. It felt for a brief second as if they had been trapped between two hot bricks and he pushed his face into the wide opening exhaling a long moan. He had to admit that the fear of a repeat shock cured his fatigue and he went back to his slavish work until another order told him to go for the centre. To his relief the orgasm was almost instantaneous and accompanied by a jet of fluid that hit his mouth and chin.
The rest as she shuddered and twitched was all too short and he was soon starting on the other thigh, working inwards. Once again his scrotum contents paid the price for the slowness of his tongue on two occasions. He did give a brief hope that she would show some mercy as she must have known just how tired and sore his tongue must be but then realised that this sort of woman, when given the authority over him, was incapable of such feelings.
Again he succeeded in triggering her senses and she then moved away from him and stood in the stirrups. Stewart’s hopes rose that this could be the end but she simply turned around to face the other way.
“You’re here to learn respect for females Stewart”, she muttered over her shoulder. “Look on this as a little test of your obedience to a wardress rather than anything sexual. Get licking!”
She lowered herself down with a thud on to the leather and leaned forward. Her ample buttock cheeks were well spread and the anal cleft exposed with only the thick pubic hair affording any protection from his gaze. He almost sniggered thinking how appropriate the first part of her surname was to this particular officer but then realised that any joke was on him. The combination of stale perspiration and bodily scents would have to be ignored and the ultimate service to another human carried out without hesitation. He moved his head forward in the latex collar until his extended tongue touched the centre of the valley…and started his servitude.
Perhaps she derived some sexual pleasure from his tongue, perhaps some sexual pleasure came from forcing this humiliation upon him; he would never know. Certainly every time his tongue tip slowed a sharp jolt hit either his glans, urethra or testes. Cleaning the cleft was bad enough with the matted hair sticking to his lips and teeth but when he reached the puckered centre he was made aware of the need to clean even that with yet another shock across his genitals. He forced the sore throbbing tip of his tongue against the sphincter until it relaxed slightly and enabled him to penetrate a little. He was there to clean the area and clean it he did forcing back his reluctance to rebel against the smell and the taste.
Sensing that he had achieved at least a reasonable standard he was determined not to slacken and finished by giving long strokes of his now drying and sore tongue up and down the vertical hairy cleft until Mrs Cheeseman stood up in the stirrups.
Without a word she climbed down, dressed and left leaving him in the hands of the nurse. After she had carried out the harsh cleansing of his mouth and teeth with the paste burning the raw sensitive tongue she announced that he would not be required for the rest of the night as his next staff member had been called away. It was a relieved prisoner who climbed backwards out of the horse and stood whilst the nurse removed the electrodes from his crotch.
He was about to dress himself when the Nurse reached up and removed the leather paddle from the wall. It had a long flexible shaft with a small round thick business end about three inches in diameter. The design was obviously to concentrate the whole weight of the paddle to a small area on impact. His heart almost stopped, surely he hadn’t received any complaints and both wardresses had achieved orgasms. She stood in front of him, shorter than he by a good few inches and stared at him through her glasses.
“Unfortunately boy, neither member of staff seemed to have remembered to fill in their comment sheet so I have no way of assessing whether you have earned a beating or not. I hate to say this but I had better err on the side of safety and give you a good walloping. No point in me taking a risk. It does seem a shame as I’m sure that you tried hard and this paddle is a real nasty one if I concentrate on a small area…but I have to follow the rules.”
Stewart couldn’t believe that after all the humiliation and hard work he was still going to be beaten by this young girl just because she hadn’t bothered to check with the staff members that he had worked so hard for. He dismissed any thoughts of asking her to go easy because of his already tender buttocks from previous corrections as he knew that the rules specifically forbade such humanity and he was obviously in the hands of a girl who followed the rules to the letter.
She soon had him standing with his feet apart and leaning forward with his hands flush against the wall. She gave a brief warning as to how he was to remain in position until she told him otherwise and that she would concentrate on a spot on the lower side of his buttock just above the thigh.
The she started.
The first blow landed with a “thwuck” sound on his right buttock, exactly where she predicted then the rest of the ten strokes she had arbitrarily decided upon followed at a few second intervals to exactly the same spot. She grunted with effort each time she brought the heavy disc down and the cumulative pain was indescribable requiring Stewart to summon up every ounce of resolve to remain in position.
She then gently examined the area with her fingertips.
“Mmmm. I could let you have the other ten on the same spot as it would be very effective, but you will already be getting a severe bruise there, so I will go easy on you and let you have the rest on the other cheek. Don’t think of moving unless you want to have a visit to the guardroom and then have to come back to have this beating all over again.”
The thought of a guardroom cane hitting the area then even more whacks with this diabolical paddle helped Stewart to remain leaning on the wall even though his knees bent each stroke as he desperately absorbed the pain the young girl was handing out. At last it was over and he dressed with the two throbbing areas hurting like hell. He also knew that this concentration was done to make the punishment as vicious as possible and that he would be in pain for several hours. He just hoped that he could avoid further punishment on the area for a few days.
He was dressed and just about to leave when, sorting out some papers on the desk the Nurse triumphantly found the papers that she was looking for.
“Oh dear!” she murmured “It seems that both ladies did tick the forms and placed you in the acceptable band so there was no need for the punishment. I won’t apologise Stewart as it will all help to make you a better prisoner won’t it?
What could he do? He felt like slapping her but knew that he must simply accept that a mistake had been made or that more probably he had been deliberately set up for the girl’s amusement, he had been made to suffer unnecessarily and that she was now gloating at his impotence to do anything about it. He reacted in the only way he could with eyes looking at the floor in front of her feet:
“Thank you Miss.”
The Governors next remark snapped him back to the present. “You will leave first thing in the morning, it will be a long drive in the prison van so make sure that the prisoners are properly seated and that you use the equipment in the van for their hygiene requirements”.
Awaiting the order to “dismiss” he was surprised when the Governor continued with her talk:
“Assuming that you come back with a good report, you may look forward to resuming your duties as a prison officer with a little more authority. I have long been aware of the imbalance between male and female officers and the very useful contribution that the right male officer could make to improving the discipline here in the centre. I therefore have it in mind to appoint you to be a Male Disciplinary Officer who will have wide powers of punishment on both formal and routine occasions. I have noted that some female prisoners react more to being dealt with by lady correctional officers and some by male correctional officers. We will, I hope achieve the worst of both worlds for the inmates.”
“So Stewart, it’s down to you, come up with a good report from this visit and you will carry on where you left off with your squad but with increased duties and status”.
“Dismiss!”
Stewart hurried back to the squad’s accommodation to brief the senior female. They would have just a few hours to collect their travel holdalls, pack their kit and get some sleep before being called at 0400am for ablutions, room cleaning and breakfast. He would inspect them at 0730.
But first he had to deal with the four who had committed the early offences:.
Having called
The new squad leader soon had the eleven other prisoners paraded in the punishment room. They were dressed in the formal blouse skirts and ties and stood in a rigid line that she then joined. Stewart slowly walked up the front then the rear of the line examining the prisoners dress for any infractions. Three of them were visibly shaking and all were wondering whether they were the ones who had failed the earlier panty inspection.
No effort had been spared to present themselves as correctly as possible and Stewart even muttered a “Well done” to them as he stood them at ease and proceeded to the matter in hand. They had all noticed the two piles of thongs that he had placed on a rear table. He picked up the four offending garments and read out the names of the owners from a piece of paper. One of them was Thorpe.
“It seems that these squad members have yet to learn that I will not tolerate any carelessness with a prisoner’s personal hygiene. I could place all of you on report and you would then have to face the Governor with your excuses before she decided how you should be punished. I would prefer to punish you myself but three strokes of the strap would be insufficient to ensure that you were taught the seriousness of your offence. I have therefore asked one of the centre nurses to attend this session so that an appropriate punishment can be inflicted. Whilst we await her arrival I will still give you three with the strap so that you can feel my personal displeasure”.
It would be some time before they were allowed to their bunks.
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