The Prisoner

It was eleven pm before the evenings training was over and the squad dismissed. The Centre Nurse had elected to use a small but vicious martinet on the girls with the reportedly soiled panties. They were made to lay naked on their backs with their knees up to their chests as the device was lashed down on to their unprotected pudenda and anal cleft. She laid the punishment on without any compassion ensuring that the small knots in the leather thongs found the more sensitive targets. Stewart regretted that the girls were still unshaved as he had yet to make a decision of the style of their pubic hair or even whether they would be allowed to retain any at all. The copious crotch hair, particularly on Thorpe, offered a degree of protection from the knots in the martinet but with the splayed legs and spread vulvas the exposed sensitive areas helped to make up for this.

Early morning saw the squad paraded outside the prison transit van. The twelve females of various ages, size and shapes were soon strapped to the individual grating seats over the bowls with their panties down to their ankles. Stewart had been accompanied by one of the wardresses Miss Horne who made herself comfortable in the rear of the crew cab and Mr Turman one of the young trainee warders who sat in the front seats with himself and the driver.

It was obvious that young Turman had read the manual for the vehicle and he soon familiarised himself with the controls. Firstly he turned on the speaker and TV screen so that the prisoners in the rear enclosed cabin could be visually and audibly monitored and then turned the air conditioning to maximum cold. The prisoners were experiencing their first journey in the van and would soon find out that Mr Turman was determined to make the journey as unpleasant as possible. They had been briefed that no “comfort” stops would be made for them and that they were positioned so that they could relieve themselves at any time.

Half an hour into the drive all the females were shaking with cold when Mr Turman decided it was time for their first intimate wash down. He selected the controls for the lowest water temperature and the maximum spray force. Twelve voices screamed their surprise as the ice cold jets hit their spread cheeks and scoured their sensitive areas clean.

The journey time in the log would show a drive of some three hours, but to the prisoners it felt like days. The temperature alternated between freezing cold and steamy heat with the spray sometimes ice-cold and some times stingingly hot. It was well into one of Mr Turman’s freezingly cold periods when the van arrived at an old Manor house buried deep in its own grounds and they were released shivering into their new place of incarceration.

The staff quarters were in an annexe to the Manor. Each had its own lounge, bathroom and bedroom and with the thick walls and carpets, security and privacy would not be an issue. Stewart was told by an attractive young housekeeper that the owner, Lady Halliday, was away on business but would be retuning that evening when they would all dine together.

The prisoner’s accommodation was anything but luxurious. There were three old wooden shacks arranged in a row with a small paved gap between them. The outer ones were for the sleeping accommodation with bare wooden floors, old iron beds, small bedside cupboards and curtain less windows. The centre was the ablutions block divided by a curtain between the male and female sections. Inside it was primitive to say the least. There were three cubicles without doors that contained chemical toilets and opposite a row of showers, again without any screens to even limit the view of the prisoners when washing.

His squad had already packed their kit away and were being marched away in their work dress of boots, ankle socks, denim skirt and thin white vests to commence their duties under the command of Mr Turman.

Stewart walked into the male block just as a parade had been called. Mrs Cheeseman welcomed him and said that he would now be able to get acquainted with the male prisoners and she introduced him to the two junior wardresses who were part of her staff. Firstly she introduced Miss Nicola Brooks, a tall extremely athletic girl of around thirty with frizzy ginger hair partly controlled by a pony tail. She explained that Nicola’s hobby was body building and said that Stewart had a delight in store when he saw her stripped down for taking the prisoners for PT. Nicola blushed slightly beneath her deep tan and grinned widely as she shook his hand with surprising firmness that almost made him wince.

The other junior was Miss Kirsty Jones who was scarcely old enough for even a junior position. It seems that she had just left school and was on work experience in the newly formed cadet organisation that allowed younger people to gain experience of the new Correctional Centres when still in education. She was just over five feet tall and carrying a lot of puppy fat, most of which, Stewart noticed approvingly from the tightness of her uniform jacket, was around her upper half.

She was a rather plain-faced girl with short fair hair in a boyish style. She wore no make up and had a serious expression that seemed fixed to her face. Stewart thought of his own time as prisoner and almost shuddered at the thought of this young girl being in charge and granted almost total authority over males several times her age. She too shook his hands but the grip was less firm and her hands were damp from perspiration.

The males were arranged in two lines, one behind the other and all at rigid attention. They were dressed in the ridiculously thin shorts that came only an inch or so below their crotch. An equally thin vest covered their torsos and white trainers were worn on their feet. He could not help notice how their genitals bulged behind the thin material and knew that the slightest start of an erection would be apparent to any observer.

Mrs Cheeseman walked up and down each line in the manner of a military sergeant. Miss Brooks followed two paces behind with her note book open and pen poised to record any infractions.

Fortunately there were only two minor errors with slight smudges on their white trainers being found. The culprits were called to the front, ordered to bend over grasping their ankles and Miss Jones summoned to administer justice. She was removing a device that had been hanging from her leather waist belt. This was similar to the one that had once been used on Stewart. It was a flexible shaft like a riding crop but at the end was a three inch diameter leather disc with a half inch hole in the centre; clearly the regulation strap had been replaced at the male establishment. With calm deliberation the young girl raised the two foot long springy shaft with the tab quivering at the end and brought it down on the lower right cheek of the first offender with a loud “crack”. She followed this with two more strokes to the same spot.

Stewart, remembering how a similar implement had felt when he received it almost felt sorry for the male. He appreciated how using what looked like a fairly gentle implement, but using it repeatedly on the same spot would savagely increase the pain. The next victim, a young lad of about the same age as the wardress, had already been punished and as he bent over a round discoloured bruise appeared on his left buttock. Miss Jones swiftly pulled his shorts up to fully expose the area and brought the disc cracking down three times on that spot causing a gasp of pain to be forced through the boy’s lips. Clearly a new arrival who had much to learn about taking punishment without protest.

The parade over, Stewart decided to take a look around the estate to see what facilities it had to offer.

A short way down a track there was the small modern dressage barn with a wood chip floor on which  horses could be exercised in inclement weather. It was now used for a far less pleasant purpose. Stewart fully accepted that they would need a place where formal punishments could be administered if they were to keep the prisoners on top line and this place was large enough to have the two teams paraded and, allowed to sit on uncomfortable straw bales when awaiting the decision from Mrs Cheeseman on what their punishment would be.

A row of comfortable garden chairs were provided for any witnesses that cared to attend from the Manor House, directly in front of which was an improvised punishment horse consisting of a heavy trestle with straps hanging down.  It was simple enough to see how it could be used, the victim would stand at one end and his or her ankles would be pulled apart and strapped to the inverted V that formed the legs. They would then be ordered to lie along the top and their wrists strapped to the far end. No doubt there were other more uncomfortable ways of securing a prisoner for punishment that he would learn later. On a table next to the horse was the collection of implements and devices that had been brought in the travelling punishment kit. Some items such as canes and straps were replicated with both centres sending such a selection, but others specifically designed for one sex use lay in isolation. Stewart was pleased to note that several understraps had been sent along with some of the new type of nipple clamps that were combined with a punishment brassiere he had yet to see demonstrated.

He continued his walk and came across a group of four from his squad weeding a large flower bed. Despite the chill weather they were in their work dress of heavy boots, short socks and just a thin “T” shirt over a short denim skirt. They were working unsupervised and simply assumed that he had come to check on them. They sprang to attention where they stood, ignoring the aches from their backs and soreness of their knees where they had been pressed into the rough surfaces around the garden. He called out a curt “Carry on working” to which they immediately responded and he made a mental note to check them out later that day to see just how stiff this unaccustomed exercise had made them.

He called by Miss Jones’s office to check and found her with one of the male charges, a well built man in his forties. He was standing at the present to the left of her office chair as she worked on some paper work on her desk. She seemed to be ignoring him but he was having some difficulty in ignoring her as she sat with her shoulder almost touching his thigh, in her bulging uniform shirt the top few buttons of which were undone with the tie lying on her desk

Having greeted Stewart and inviting him to sit she responded to his quizzical look by glancing at the prisoner and explaining that there had been a complaint that he hadn’t been pulling his weight that morning on domestic duties and she was pondering what to do with him.

“I could of course give him a few with my slapper, but on the other hand I could put him on a charge and have him dealt with at the next punishment session. I suppose he would prefer the first option.” She glanced up at the male who was doing his best not to show any emotion that could cause her to become irritated.

“Naturally, should he commit any further offences whilst standing here it could resolve the quandary for me. I’m afraid that this prisoner has the reputation of being unable to control his lust so, if you don’t mind Dave, I will be keeping a close eye on him. He seems in control at the moment …”

She slowly slid her left hand up the leg of his thin shorts and manually checked his crotch. The prisoner screwed his eyes tight as he fought to imagine himself anywhere but in the present situation. Stewart found himself feeling some empathy as he remembered the impossibility of controlling himself when, as a prisoner, he had been in the same situation. Instead of the brief check that he was hoping for she kept her young fingers around his shaft as she continued to talk to Stewart.

“You may have heard that this particular squad has been denied any form of relief for over a month now, not even a milking session. Even the ones without the chastity devices are rather tightly wound.  Mrs Cheeseman tells us that males are far more responsive and obedient when “denied” although we do have a lot of problems with them having stiffies. Nothing that can’t be dealt with of course, but irritating to the staff.”

Her attitude suddenly changed and she sprang from her chair to stand in front of the wretch.

“I don’t believe this!” she stormed: “I have hardly touched you and you are daring to display an erection. Drop your shorts!”

A nervous glance at Stewart and the male slid the shorts down to his spread knees and snapped back to the present position. His penis was barely raised from the fully deflated but if this young vixen said that he had lost control, then that was the way he would be dealt with. She leant forward so that her uniform shirt sagged slightly enabling the wretch to see the tops of her tightly encased young breasts. She gripped the organ almost gently and slowly slid the foreskin back to expose him. At the same time her other hand cradled his scrotum protectively. Stewart wondered if the male could feel the cold clamminess of her hands that he had noticed earlier.

His tumescence grew beyond his control until the organ was fully erect, still held by the young wardress. She was furious, conveniently ignoring the fact that she alone had caused his reaction. She apologised to Stewart and standing in front of the prisoner, started slapping him hard across the face with her right palm and then across his other cheek with the back of the hand several times. She put her weight behind the slaps and the male, had no choice but to stand rigidly at the present and accept this face beating from the short young wardress, desperately hoping that he would not incur further fury. She eventually sat down somewhat out of breath, disdainfully wiping her hands on a tissue from the box on her desk as she pondered what his fate would be.

“It’s unfortunate that we don’t have a Centre Nurse with us otherwise I would arrange for this wretch to have an extended period of genital discipline. The best I can do is to put him on report for a punishment session. I think that rather than suggest a suitable level of infliction, I will simply charge him and let Mrs Cheeseman decide at the time, I’m sure that she will be even keener than I to ensure that he will be suitably dealt with.  Let’s see… Failure to carry out domestic duties to a sufficient standard…and being found with an erection in the presence of a lady officer should do it. Dress yourself and dismiss…  wretch!” 

Hurriedly, the red faced prisoner struggled with his shorts and left the office. Miss Jones continued her conversation as if nothing had happened.

“As you may know, Dave, I am on the new cadet schemes and there hasn’t been time for a formalised training course so Mrs Cheeseman has agreed to have me here for training on the job. I’m possibly being allowed my first prisoner for personal service this evening so I am getting rather excited at the thought of having one of them to do with as I please for a couple of hours. Perhaps it will be one of your females. Perhaps I will get that wretch that you have just seen.  Once he has had a decent beating at the punishment session he should be a little more respectful to me. It will be the first time that I have a person standing in front of me without anyone else present who will have to do exactly as I wish and I want to make sure that it is an occasion that he or she won’t forget. Any tips that you can give me will be most appreciated”.

Stewart smiled and assured her that from what he had seen so far she seemed to have a natural bent towards dominating prisoners. “The essential thing to bear in mind Kirsty is that your reputation can be made or broken with these sessions as the prisoners are bound to talk amongst themselves. Don’t let them get away with anything. If they step out of line, send them down the guardroom for an “unofficial”, as many times as is necessary. Use your own swatter freely for minor slips and do your best to make any service you make them perform as unpleasant as possible. The end result should be that the word gets around and all of the prisoners are terrified of what you may require them to do and most importantly, displeasing you in any way. If you like I can ask Miss Horne to drop by “Unexpectedly” to check on your progress. She can use her strap on him and give you a few pointers. Fortunately she is qualified with both female and male prisoners so she knows her stuff”.

“Thanks, Dave, but the problem is that we don’t have a guardroom here, so where can I send a prisoner for an unofficial or two?

“Good point, I’m sure that Mrs Cheeseman has planned something to cover that problem, I will check with her and get back to you.  What would be ideal would be to allow us to punish above our rank, you know, to allow us to say cane the prisoners when they asked for it. It wouldn’t do my girls any harm and might even improve their overall performance. How do you feel about laying the cane on?”

Miss Jones looked thoughtful . “ I would certainly do my best but I doubt that I could swing a cane like the senior wardresses do, still I could add extra strokes I suppose to make up for my lack of expertise”.

“…and how do you feel about the practice of lady wardresses being stripped to the waist for formal punishments?” he enquired.

Kirsty grinned widely and admitted that she always enjoyed tempting any of the prisoners with brief flashes of her underwear and perhaps, exposing herself even more to them would be an even bigger turn on. She had also wondered how it felt being a female prisoner herself in the hands of someone like Stewart and how she would feel when ordered to strip for an inspection.

Half joking,  Stewart said that he could answer that question right away; all she had to do was to lock the office door and stand at the present in front of him. She pondered the suggestion, grinned and said that as this was hardly the time and place to ensure privacy, how about they continued this discussion later that day in Stewart’s room?

Stewart could not believe that this girl was serious and really wanted to know how a prisoner felt. “You realise that you will have to do anything that I order and that any reluctance on your part will have to be dealt with immediately. That I always make these inspections as humiliating and uncomfortable as I can?” he asked quietly.

“Yes Sir”. She replied with a smile.

“…and that the slightest lack of respect by you or any error will have to be dealt with using corporal punishment of the type and severity that one of the female prisoners would expect?”

She again replied with a “Yes Sir” but this time it was almost inaudible.

Stewart then said that this would have to be cleared by Mrs Cheeseman; otherwise they could both be in for some real trouble. Blushingly Miss Jones agreed and said that she looked forward to hearing when “she would be dealt with”.

Stewart continued his walk and soon located the block where Mrs Cheeseman had set up her office her office. He knocked politely at the door and entered to the command of her voice.  He quickly raised the problem about not having access to a guardroom for unofficial Punishments and learned, as he had expected, that the solution had already been determined.  An officer from both groups was to be available on a 24 hour basis to act as punishment staff. The restriction on their powers of punishment was temporarily suspended to ensure that they could inflict thorough disciplines when necessary. Any reluctance and the offender was to be offered the choice between an official punishment where he or she would be sentenced by Mrs Cheeseman acting in place of the Governor, or taking an unofficial. The main advantage being that the latter would not appear on the prisoners conduct sheet.

“This is yet another chance for you to shine Stewart…so make the most of it.” She intoned.

She then went on to the provision of personal services for the staff who were at the Manor. She realised that Stewart would need a female and that he would be unable under the regulations to use one of his own squad. She had authority to suspend that particular rule and as of now, all the prisoners could be used if he had any need for one of the males, he only had to ask. Naturally, her own staff would simply choose one of the females from his squad if and when they felt the need of a change from selecting one of the males.

Stewart took this opportunity of mentioning Miss Jones’ suggestion that she should experience how a prisoner felt and was surprised at the enthusiasm with which Mrs Cheesman greeted it.

“What an excellent training session that would be…provided of course that you did it properly and didn’t go easy on her. I will draw up a specific order for her attendance on you…it could be a delightful surprise for her…I will have it typed out so that she realises that it won’t simply be a game and that she will really be made to feel as the prisoners do….however unpleasant you choose to make that”.

Stewart mentioned how she had handled the male in her office. There was, of course, no question of Mrs Cheeseman criticising Miss Jones for what was obviously entrapment. Instead she concentrated on the problem that they had with male erections. She mentioned how she believed in little or no sexual relief for them as it really kept them on their toes especially when it included activities such as saddle duty…

They exchanged knowing smiles.

“It did have this downside of them stiffening up at the most inopportune times.” She mused. “ but,  this is a small price to pay for having a dozen really horny males almost twitching with hope and frustration. Anyhow, I have yet to see one of them maintain an erection during a really thorough thrashing”.

Their conversation was interrupted by Miss Horne who came in to report that one of Stewart’s females Thorpe had sprained her left wrist when she carelessly fell moving some bales of hay. To be on the safe side and taking into consideration the lack of prison nursing staff Miss Cheeseman instructed Stewart to take the girl to the local hospital for a check.

In just a few minutes he had driven the girl, a short dumpy female  to the A and E and found that they were expected. The girl had hurriedly changed from her work clothes into her school type dress that was even more humiliating when seen in public. Stewart was asked to take a seat in the waiting area, which he did with the prisoner standing at attention at his side. The staff were not particularly busy and several stopped to observe the female who blushed continually at the interest. In just a few minutes they were called to an examination area and Stewart explained the situation to two very junior male doctors assisted by a severe looking senior nurse. The doctors could scarcely contain their amazement. They had obviously heard about these new centres but had never met one of the inmates. The nurse however had previously met staff who were on a visit to Lady Halliday and knew exactly how to deal with the female ordering her to take a seat on a small stool in the cubicle.

Instinctively Thorpe’s knees flew apart as she sat and her hands were clasped behind her despite the pain that caused. She nervously explained how she had hurt her wrist and offered it to one of the doctors to examine. The nurse curtly ordered her to remove her tie then her shirt by the nurse. Blushing she resumed her position with the doctor carefully feeling round her arm.

Stewart found himself explaining the rules of the centre to the fascinated doctors but found that the nurse seemed to know as much as he did. Having decided that there was no real injury the nurse was told to apply a firm crepe bandage to the offending wrist which she did with not the slightest care about the obvious pain that this caused,  even to the extent of slapping her across the face a couple of times for fidgeting. When one the doctors looked shocked the nurse turned towards Stewart and asked if she had been punished recently.

Stewart laughed and said that this was one of his most troublesome charges and that it had been necessary to have her disciplined several times. He ordered her to her feet and to bend over the chair. The nurse gave him a quick look to obtain his permission and slowly pulled down her regulation white panties.

The nurse stared impassively at the marks that covered nearly all of the large soft buttocks and the doctors could be heard to gasp.

“I saw a female just a few weeks ago who seemed to need to learn the hard way. I take it that the rule still applies that no allowances are to be made for any earlier bruising if she requires correcting?”

“Indeed not”, replied Stewart. “She also collected a few strokes with one of the crotch martinets last night for soiled underwear before we left for the Manor House”.

The nurse then explained that she had visited the house at Lady Halliday’s request the last time she had “guests” staying and had made a point of being present for the evening’s punishment session every night. She was surprised to hear that there was a male squad in residence and said how interested she would be in the methods of control that were used for them. She mentioned that she had a few free days due and offered to attend the Manor if this would be helpful.

At this point one of the doctors questioned what was meant by a crotch martinet and the nurse ordered the bent over girl to remove her panties and lay on the bench with her knees spread. To Thorpe’s blushing humiliation they both examined her pubic area intently and found the small bruises that the knots had left behind commenting that had she been shaved she would have felt it more. They firmly pulled her vaginal lips apart and looked at the sensitive pink flesh.

“The martinet is always laid on with the legs well spread and the amount of punishment that the inner labia receive is dependant on how much the girl “gapes” in that position. It looks as if she is one of the “tighter” ones that suffers less” the nurse muttered. “Frankly, unless the girl is shaved and has spreader clips applied to open up the sensitive areas I don’t see much point in using the crotch martinet. When it lands on the clitoris and inner lips they certainly seem to feel it more and that is always the purpose of any punishment. If I was carrying out a post-punishment inspection she would be sent back for an immediate re-application.”

Thorpe was left to dress herself despite the difficulties that her strapped up arm presented.  She left the hospital with the fervent hope that she would not fall under the authority of the nurse when she paid her promised visit to the Manor House.

In what seemed like no time at all the entire group were in the dressage barn for the first punishment session of the visit. Lady Halliday had arrived early and was sitting comfortably in a wooden arm chair with a group of her friends and lady staff members gathered around her. Stewart was surprised as he had been expecting the usual country lady of leisure, plump and older than he. Instead she was an extremely tall female in her mid-thirties with what was obviously a superbly fit and well-shaped body.  Her long dark hair was tied in a strict bun and she was dressed in a business suit indicating that she had come directly from some meeting. Her face was that of a total autocrat who expected and always had her own way. She was attractive rather than pretty with a large nose and almost cat like eyes. He would later learn that she was the trophy wife of a very successful industrialist who satisfied her every financial whim for the privilege of being able to show her off on important occasions. Spoilt and petulant she had the power to make anyone who crossed her regret their action deeply.  All the staff had been made totally aware of the need to leave this lady well and truly satisfied with the way the staff conducted business whilst enjoying their stay on her estate.

The row of female prisoners stood rigidly at attention in their school type uniforms  facing an equally rigid line of males in their thin shorts and vests. They were then allowed to sit on the bales with their hands behind their backs and knees at the regulation 45 degree spread. They were told that if their name was called out they were to come to the attention, then  march forward and stand in front of Mrs Cheeseman’s table.

The first name called was that of the hapless male who had earlier enraged Miss Jones. Having snapped to attention in front of the desk he listened as Miss Cheeseman slowly read the charge sheet, then stared at him intently.

“The sooner the male prisoners realise that any lack of control will be dealt with severely, the sooner they will learn to control themselves. You will receive ten strokes of  S and C.”

The prisoner groaned as he was led to the horse and told to strip naked. He placed his uniform items on the adjacent table and obediently lay over the punishment support. Miss Jones glanced towards Mrs Cheeseman as she picked up on the wrist restraints and received a shake of her head in return. This was to be an unsecured infliction that would require an amazing degree of self control from the prisoner.

Stewart was not the only person who was confused by the term S and C. So were the assembled civilians and the female prisoners. They were soon to learn that it was one of Mrs Cheeseman’s favourite punishments.

With the male in position, clinging desperately to the horse, Miss Brookes selected a thick strap from the adjacent table and ran it through her fingers. It was two feet long and only an inch wide and made from one of the stiffer hides so that despite the presumed regular oiling, it was stiff enough not to droop too much when held out. She lifted it over her shoulder and brought it down with a crack over the centre of the buttocks. Surprisingly she then stepped to the side and was replaced by Mrs Cheeseman holding a medium cane. Taking careful aim she brought it down across the middle of the red swathe that was starting to appear on the skin.

A low gasp of pain and resignation was heard from the male. So the S stood for strap and the C stood for cane. Laid on in this manner it would be far more painful than say 10 strokes of the strap followed by 10 of the cane, but that of course, was the purpose behind the technique.

The application continued at a leisurely pace so that the wretch across the horse had ample time to absorb each stroke of both implements. When the fifth stroke of the strap had been laid on cutting across the tops of the thighs, Mrs Cheeseman  took up position and brought the cane whistling down. Unfortunately, for the victim, she missed the thin band of red left by the strap and struck an unpunished area.  Mrs Cheeseman apologised to Miss Brookes and asked her to lay the stroke on again, which she did with commendable accuracy across her original swelling weal. Mrs Cheeseman  then laid the cane on again, this time managing to hit the correct but agonisingly tender target.

Stewart had to keep his expression rigid in case he displayed any sympathy with the prisoner. For no reason under his control he would have to accept as many strokes as were necessary to achieve the S and C type punishment. Only Mrs Cheeseman’s personal pride and her considerable experience with the cane would save him from a much harsher punishment than the one to which he was sentenced.

It was eventually over. The male dressed and limped back to his uncomfortable seat on the straw bale. One of the female prisoners replaced him by the name of Lessing. She was in her early forties, rather attractive and with a tall but plump body that looked even more absurd in the school uniform. Her hair was dark and cut short and her somewhat haughty face showed signs of real fear as to what was to happen.

The charge of “Slacking during a work session” was read out and after due consideration Mrs Cheeseman sentenced her to 8 strokes of the cane. A light enough sentence that should have been received with relief, rather than the woman’s look of horror.

Just then, Lady Halliday gave an exclamation of surprise and stood up.

“Excuse me Mrs Cheeseman, but I seem to know this prisoner. I believe that she was in the employ of my husband in one of his city firms where she caused him some considerable trouble at various times with her attitude”.

Lessing’s heart sank. She had hoped against hope that she would not be recognised. She had indeed worked in a very senior boardroom capacity for the husband and, after months of sexual intimidation from him, had sued for sexual harassment. Everyone warned her that it would ruin her career and it had. The whole case had been loaded against her with other females, in a similar position siding with the industrialist in the hope of securing their own jobs. Her final downfall was when she completely lost her temper when the lady judge threw her case out of court and shouted her contempt across the court to her.

The judge had no option but to deal with this abuse of a female in public service and sentenced her to a minimum of six months in the correctional centre.

Lady Halliday continued:

“I would ask that you and your staff keep a particular watch over this woman and ensure that she learns some respect for her betters. I would ask that I be given a daily report on her conduct whilst she is here and that you deal with her in the strictest manner”.

Mrs Cheeseman immediately regretted the rather lenient punishment that she had ordered and resolved to made amends as soon as possible. She then offered Lady Halliday her full support in correcting the obviously appalling attitude of the woman

Miss Horne was asked to inflict the sentence and taking the attitude that it would be in her own interests to start the woman’s life of misery as soon as possible. She advanced on the older female with a cold smile. Having read the prisoners file earlier and heard the Lady Halliday’s comments, she was more than happy to let her feel how it felt to be under another woman’s total control.

She was made to stand facing away from Lady Halliday’s group and then told to remove her panties and hand them to Miss Horne who threw them casually on the barn floor. She was ordered to bend over with her legs wide apart and clasp her legs as far down towards the ankles as possible. With some grunting and a visible effort she managed to grasp just below her rather podgy knees.

With her legs wide apart she presented a most humiliating view of her rather hairy anal cleft and crotch  and  was soon trembling in sheer embarrassment.

Lady Halliday could be heard to comment how shocked she was at the amount of weight Lessing had put on since she last saw her and how she had always been irritated by the way she had flounced around the office with her chest thrust out to attract the men.

“This, girl, will be eight hard strokes across your buttocks. You will remain bent over until I give the order to stand. Under no circumstances will you attempt to avoid any stroke by moving or placing your hands in the way. Is that understood?”

A muffled “Yes Miss” emerged from the red faced woman.

This was to be Miss Horne’ first real application of the cane, and she was determined to impress Miss Cheeseman and the watching prisoners with her severity.

Having selected a suitable cane from the collection on offer, Miss Horne advanced on the prisoner, stood well to her left and gave the cane a few experimental swishes. She then raised it over her shoulder and brought it whistling in to dig into the plump cheeks. The woman gasped and shuffled a little on her feet as she absorbed the pain. The second came down and struck in almost the same spot.

It was the oldest trick in the book for the caner to lay all the strokes on the same area. It would have been far kinder to spread them out over the entire punishment surface but Miss Horne was clearly doing her best to establish a reputation for severity.

Which she did.

The next six struck home so that the entire swathe of growing weals only covered a band of two inches across the lower part of the woman’s ample buttocks. She was then told to face her Ladyship at the attention, but with her skirt still up around her waist.

“Well,  Lessing, I intend to play my part in two aspects of your stay here. The first will be to get some of that fat off you and the second will be to teach you some manners. I imagine that my husband  may well wish to concern himself in these and other matters”.

“Dismiss!”

Shaking with pain, fear and humiliation she replaced her regulation panties and limped red faced back to the straw seat sitting with an audible gasp.

Next for punishment was the young male by the name of Barnett who had taken some stokes earlier with Miss Jones’s slapper. He was charged with refusal to accept punishment. It seemed that following his earlier punishment Miss Jones had found further fault with him and ordered him to bend for more whacks. She no doubt aimed for the same area that she had laid the slapper on earlier knowing that the young boy would probably be unable to take it. His instinctive leap to the upright position with his hands clasped protectively over the impact point was perfectly understandable to any humane person that might have been watching, but to Miss Jones it was a flagrant attempt to avoid punishment. Rather than allow him to take the swats again she gave him the grim news that his movement had earned him a place on the night’s punishment session.

Mrs Cheeseman stared at the now frightened youth.

“When a wardress considers it necessary to give you a summary punishment, boy, you have to accept it, no matter how uncomfortable it might be. You are very fortunate that Miss Jones didn’t charge you with failing to obey an order otherwise you would really be in for it.”

“Strip!”

With a nervous look around the barn the male prisoner removed his shorts and vest and stood at the present facing the dignitaries.  They were surprised to see that he had a  sealed plastic tube over his male organ.

Mrs Cheeseman explained the problems that many of the male prisoners seemed to experience in keeping their lust under control. This male was one of the ones that had been fitted with a chastity device to keep him in check and invited Lady Halliday to inspect it.  He was soon rigidly at the present in front of her and she leaned forward to grasp the device in her right hand. She commented on how it was fixed with a thin strap that went round the scrotum and wondered how uncomfortable wearing such a contraption would be.

Mrs Cheeseman explained that they were so effective in preventing erections any thought as to comfort was never entertained. As this had been in place for nearly a month he would no doubt claim a certain discomfort. Perhaps more discomfort would be felt in his scrotum as the testes did tend to become rather tender if denied frequent ejaculation. The males certainly jumped a mile when it was necessary for a wardress to examine them in that area.

Lady Halliday thoughtfully grasped his scrotum with her other hand and gave him a firm squeeze. Despite his rigid position the boy grunted and tried to pull back.

“Keep still Boy!” yelled Mrs Cheeseman and he had to good sense to do just that even as the pressure was increased and the bulbs were pulled a little away from his body.

Oblivious to the very real pain the prisoner was feeling, the discussion continued with Lady Halliday expressing an interest in not only keeping males in a frisky condition but also in ensuring that they were properly milked albeit at infrequent intervals. She left Mrs Cheeseman in no doubt that the group was to be “emptied” in her presence in the not to distant future.

“Since you seem unable to take your punishment unrestrained, you will now be strapped over the punishment horse and receive the original punishment that you avoided… Miss Jones…”

The male was soon over the horse and the two wardresses secured him over one end with his legs wide. Miss Jones unhooked her slapper and drew it back over her shoulder to bring it down across the round patch of reddened and bruised flesh at the base of his right buttock. It must have hurt like hell but two further strokes followed in exactly the same spot that left him struggling against his straps and whimpering. There was total silence from the rest of the barn as everyone awaited Mrs Cheeseman’s decision on what the rest of punishment would be.

“I need you to prove that you have learned a lesson and will take further punishment without any problems. You will therefore receive six with the slapper from Miss Jones immediately and tomorrow, you will report to her at 0800hrs, 1200hrs and 1800hrs for three strokes each time. You will not be restrained for any of these punishments and if you dare to not comply in any way you will be back here tomorrow night for a formal thrashing. Release him!”

The slapper was supposed to be an informal light punishment within the system, but here was a demonstration of how it could be one of the more feared methods of inflicting pain.

The boy was now shaking with fear as he was ordered to bend over, legs apart awaiting the six stokes. Miss Jones, though possibly even younger than her victim was determined to demonstrate her authority.

She could have inflicted all the six swats on the same spot, but no doubt realising that with a further nine to follow the next day, she could afford to be generous.  She started by bringing the slapper down on the area that had caused the problem, knowing that the prisoner would assume that this was to be the only target. His knees buckled as he struggled to absorb the pain. She then continued the punishment, alternating the whacks between the existing bruising and the same spot on the other buttock. The flexible shaft that held the round leather disc added to the force of impact as the young wardress got into the routine… and even impressed Mrs Cheeseman.

Somehow he managed to maintain his position and he then found himself ordered to replace his clothes and sit on the straw bale. He would have many restless hours to spend wondering just how the next three strokes would be inflicted and hoping against hope that she would spread them out over his backside. Had he been more experienced with the ways of the wardresses he would have known that each report to Miss Jones would be used by her as an opportunity to inflict far more discomfort that the simple three swats.

The punishments continued for only a short time as this was, after all, the first night and there had been little scope for the assembled prisoners to rack up the usual number of offences. But the evening’s disciplines were not yet over for two prisoners and one member of the staff.

The prisoner Lessing was called over to Mrs Cheeseman and told her that she was on personal duties that night and she was to report to Mr Turman  immediately. The mature woman, still flushed and shaking from her earlier punishment, looked across the barn and saw with rising horror that Mr Turman was regarding her with a wide grin across his young face. Her heart sank as she took on board the awful thought that she was about to become a mere plaything to someone whom she would previously have regarded as a schoolboy lout. She knew better than to even try to plead with Mrs Cheeseman that she was more than old enough to be his mother. Taking a deep breath that made her matronly breasts even more prominent, she walked over to him, eyes downcast, and curtsied her acceptance.

Next, the young inexperienced prisoner Barnett was told to report to Miss Horne’s room. The lady wardress having achieved a very low profile so far during the visit had expressed a certain need to Mrs Cheeseman who had been happy to oblige her. Barnett would be finding out that the quietest staff members were not necessarily the kindest. If nothing else it would be perhaps better for him than lying in bed worrying about how Miss Jones would treat him the following morning.

Perhaps.

Having dismissed the males and females to their duties, Mrs Cheeseman called Miss Jones to her and handed her a brown envelope. With some trepidation the girl opened it and read the contents:

Dear Miss Jones,

It has been decided that it will be to your advantage to undergo some training that will enable you to fully appreciate how prisoners should be treated when selected to a period of personal service by one of the staff.

You will therefore be subjected to a two hour period of training by Mr Stewart this evening. During this period he may discipline you in any way he sees fit and require you to carry out any duties of any nature that he may wish. In short, you will be reduced to the status of a female prisoner and subject to prisoner rules and obedience to authority.

You will hand this note to Mr Stewart immediately.

Signed, Mrs Cheeseman

Shaking with either fear or excitement, she wasn’t sure which, Miss Jones handed the note to Stewart who in truth had forgotten about their earlier conversation. His face lit up and he leant over to whisper in her ear:

“Go straight to my room and wait outside. I will be along shortly as I need to collect some equipment”,

It was some minutes later that Stewart arrived at his room to find the short, plump wardress in full uniform and standing rigidly at attention.

He ordered her inside.