The Prisoner

Chapter57.

Stewart found himself with one of the male prisoners, a tall good looking young man in his mid twenties by the name of Slater. He seemed very respectful of Stewart’s rank but given some verbal nudges, was happy to talk about the last time he had been sent for work in the community. He was in no doubt that the present period was, in comparison, rather enjoyable.

It started when he was summoned to a Miss Grayson’s office, which in itself imparted some considerable apprehension to the male. Having marched in and snapped to the customary attention in front of her desk he was told to relax and stand at ease. She seemed in a good mood which cheered him up somewhat and she even gave him a friendly grin.

“Well, boy, it’s time for some work in the community for you. You are being sent to a Mrs Allingham’s for domestic work and whatever duties she may require. I don’t have to tell you that an adverse report, let alone a formal complaint form the lady is something that you want to avoid. She will have total authority over you and we will of course, turn a blind eye to any unofficial punishments that she may feel you need. In case she requires any…well…more …personal services you had better read and memorise this list”:

The list read:

“It is felt that some ladies might be embarrassed by ordering the males to carry out some personal services so this list had been compiled so that they could simply give a number as an order.

1, Foot massage.

2. Leg massage.

3. Back massage.

4. Foot washing with tongue.

5. Nipple stimulation with tongue.

6. Oral service to the vagina.

7. Oral service to the anus”.

There were no surprises in the list and Slater felt that at least it gave him time to take the worst of the items on board. Whether any physical contact would be other than disagreeable would, of course, depend on how this Mrs Allingham looked and how she behaved towards him. Ultimately though he knew that what the lady wanted would be what the lady got… if he was to avoid the inevitable consequences of displeasing her in the slightest.

“One more thing Slater, she went on. One of the girls from the female correction centre will be also in service with you. I wouldn’t advise you to get any ideas, but just in case, report to the Nurse who will fit one of the more uncomfortable penile restrainers. Should you have any erection, you will soon regret it. Now, just the usual event and then you may leave”.

Slater knew only too well what “the usual event” would be. Miss Grayson had introduced what she called a little tradition that any male, would after an interview with her, receive a slap to his testicles to ensure that he was reminded of her authority. There was of course no regulation to permit this, but she had been doing this to her charges for weeks and no one had dared to raise the slightest protest. Without hesitation Slater removed his thin shorts and placed his left foot high on the edge of the desk. He then caught his somewhat firming penis in his fingers and lifted it up to touch his body, leaving the scrotum hanging free, unobstructed and vulnerable.

It might be routine, but he knew that it would hurt like hell. Any attempt by him to either stand in a protective way or drop his hand over the testicles would result in a real punishment, not what Miss Grayson laughingly referred to as “love taps”. Neither was he allowed to close his eyes.

She stood up and slowly walked round to stand in front of him. Looking straight in his eyes she whispered “ As you will be away for a few days I had better let you have a couple of firm ones don’t you think boy”.

Even more apprehensive than before Slater muttered an agreement.

She held her hand about a foot under the scrotum, smiled and said just one word:

“Brace!”

He did, just as the hand slapped up into the dangling scrotum flicking the contents upwards. The deep bruising type pain hit him almost immediately and he bent at the waist but soon had the good sense to snap back upright.

Usually he would then be dismissed, but today he knew that he must face a second slap and face it without any sign of disapproval.

“If there’s a better way of helping you boys learn obedience I have yet to hear about it. I also know that the second one will do you even more good in that respect and I can imagine how much more difficult it is for you to remain still when you are already in pain, but of course you must.. So get ready and remember, I did promise a firm one!”

She had…and it was!

A really firm uplift of the hand followed that lifted and separated the throbbing bulbs as they were bounced high.

But he managed to take the slap without moving or trying to avoid it in any way and was soon dressed and on his way to the nurse. He had let the thought cross his mind that as he wasn’t leaving until the morning, he could report to her then for the restraint fitting so that he would have a more comfortable night, but should she have been expecting him straight after the interview, he could well finish up in serious trouble. In the Correction Centre, that sort of gamble rarely paid off.

The assistant nurse was on duty and…expecting him. She was younger than him and still under training but more than capable of fitting devices without supervision. But nothing in the Centre was ever easy for the prisoners.

“As one of Miss Brook’s squad I presume that you have been “evented” when you left?”  she enquired. Slater felt the dread in the pit of his stomach as he knew that there was no right answer to this. As the technique was against the Centre rules he could be in real trouble for, in effect, reporting Miss Brooks. On the other hand he dare not lie to the nurse so, eyes downcast he agreed that he had.

“As you are going away I had better check on how your dangling bits are in case any damage has been caused”. She soon had him stripped naked and lying on the table under a bright light in her small surgery. “I will check your testicles on the basis that it is better to be safe than sorry!”

Safe from her point of view perhaps, but certainly sorry from Slater’s.

Donning a pair of roughened rubber gloves she gently pulled the folds of the scrotum away from the body. Each Centre nurse had a separate technique for these intimate and regular examinations with the male prisoners, but each would be uncomfortable or downright painful. It soon became apparent that this young girl preferred the individual approach and she took just his left testicle in a grip between the finger and thumb tips of both her small feminine hands. Holding it with the tips of one finger she harshly searched the contents of the sac for the connecting tubes following them until they entered his body. She then gripped it even tighter so that the spare finger tips of the other hand could feel the shape of the entire organ as she pressed and rubbed all over it’s surfaces.

Slater held himself rigid on the table as he did his best to accept not just the dull pain that the pressure caused, but also the fear that the level would be suddenly increased if the pressure of the fingertips increased or the testicle slipped out of their grip.

By the time the procedure had been meticulously repeated with his right bulb he was shaking and covered in sweat. It said much for the authority of even this young girl that he had been able to accept her examination without trying to protect himself in any way.

She moved away to a set of drawers and rooted around for the correct item. She selected one of the plastic devices of a type that she knew the males detested and tearing off the sterile wrapper walked over to him.

“Miss Brooks told me that you were to have one of the training restraints so that any foolish ideas on your part would be instantly uncomfortable. I find this type very conducive to ensuring that you have clean thoughts at all times. I had better disinfect you before fitting it boy”.

Slater was fighting to prevent any sign of an erection and the sudden application of ice cold antiseptic all over his lower stomach helped. When the nurse gripped his penis and snatched the foreskin back the sudden stinging as the liquid hit the tender skin helped even more. The split plastic ring was placed around his genitalia, close to his body and clipped shut catching a few stray pubic hairs in its grip. When he winced she snapped a command to keep still and then slipped the penile tube over his penis clipping it to the ring with a small brass lock. He could see that if his glans expanded into the swollen end of the tube it would contact with a set of plastic spikes.

“Let me show you how it feels if you let your dirty little mind wander” she purred leaning over him and stroking her gloved hand up and down his inner thighs. “how long is it since you were last milked?” she whispered in his ear.

“Two weeks Miss” Slater gasped.

“You address me as Nurse boy!” she snapped. He was told to sit on the table edge and the young girl calmly brought her hand back and gave him a hard slap across his face then a backhander across his other cheek leaving his ears ringing.

Just as suddenly her mood changed again and she had him laying flat on his back with legs spread as she resumed her gentle massage. With one hand she undid the top buttons of her starchy uniform so that the tops of her young white breasts were just visible. No matter how hard to keep in control he tried he felt his penis enlarging in the plastic tube until what seemed to be sharp spikes started to dig into the shaft and even the all too sensitive tip. The more she displayed her self, by leaning over his head until her breasts were almost touching his face, the sharper the pain became.

“Don’t worry boy” she whispered. “The device is designed to hurt not puncture your little member, it’s really up to you as the more you react the more it will hurt you. Eventually, even the most stimulated of prisoners will deflate!”

Slater tried desperately to think of something other than the young female who was flaunting herself in front of him but still his penis continued its attempt to inflate in the narrow confines of the restrainer. Somehow the sharp stinging pain seemed to stimulate him rather than cause any reduction. She took his hand and pressed the palm against her firm encased breast which made the pain even more intense and then start to abate as the restrainer’s internal surface did its job and caused the organ to deflate.

Laughing at his predicament, the Nurse moved away re-arranging the buttons on her uniform to a more modest level.

“We usually don’t fit that particular type of restrainer to males who haven’t been milked for some time as they often find that it almost encourages an erection instead of helping it subside. You had better hope that Mrs Allingham permits some relief as you will be there for two weeks. Still…it should be good practice at keeping clean thoughts in your mind!”

Slater spent the most uncomfortable night of his life as he tried to find some position in his bed that didn’t allow the sheets to make any contact with the device. The slightest touch seemed to cause his now tender penis to swell and even though no visible sign of that other than a tightly filled tube was obvious, to him the stinging spikes nearly drove his to despair.

Early morning found him, hands handcuffed behind him, in the back of a Prison taxi driven by one of the female wardresses. He was told nothing but worked out that they were on the way to collect his female equivalent. They eventually drove into what was obviously another correctional centre and waiting outside the guardroom, at attention in the freezing cold air was a tall, fair, shorthaired girl in the outlandish school uniform that they had to wear. A Policewoman came out of the nearby door with a holdall that probably contained the prisoner’s clothing and toiletries. This was dumped in the boot of the car and the girl was handcuffed and ordered to get in.

Slater dared not offer any greeting to the shivering female who sensibly stared straight ahead as the policewoman reached in to fasten the seat belt then snatch it tight before she closed the door. He could not help to notice her nipples under the shirt material that had swollen in the cold air. As the wardress became totally absorbed in her driving the two prisoners dared to snatch brief glances at each other. Neither knew what sort of situation they were being taken to but assumed it would be one where their own misery would be almost guaranteed. After all, no one applied for workers from the correctional centres to give them a holiday. It was of course guaranteed that the official recipient of their services would be some lady in authority, but all too often stories came back where their husbands, partners or boy friends joined in the general abuse. What was dreaded most was when junior members of the household were permitted access.

Whatever took place, the essential requirement for the prisoners was to be returned with a good report, if their eventual release from the Centre was to be achieved. To achieve that Slater and his fellow prisoner must be prepared to accept almost anything.

Following a drive of around 20 miles the taxi turned off the main road and went down a long tree lined avenue on a private estate. The wardress had called ahead on her hands-free giving an estimated time for their arrival. She leant over to remove their seat belts and as they struggled to get out of the car, a dumpy woman in her forties came down the steps to greet the prison officer. She announced herself as Mrs Allingham’s PA and said that she was waiting. The two prisoners soon found themselves in what seemed to be an office and they were told to stand at attention in front of a large desk.

A young girl in her twenties entered the room and sat behind the desk casually looking the prisoner over. Slater was surprised that she was so young but the girl whose name it would seem was Synot audibly gasped in shock. The seated woman looked directly at her with a satisfied look on her face.

We meet again Synot, it won’t be a surprise that once I heard you were doing “time” I made a special application to have you work here as my servant…we have much to catch up on. She then became very formal and addressed them both:

“My name is Mrs Allingham and you will address me as “Madam” at all times. You will be here for two weeks and will be carrying out any…any duties that my staff or I require. How you will be treated will be up to you. Work hard, show respect and total obedience and it might be an improvement on how you are treated in the Correctional Centre. Give me or any of my staff any hassle or insolence and you will find that I am authorised to inflict such punishments that will guarantee to improve your attitude. Is that understood?”

Both of them rushed to agree that they most certainly did.

She then said that her PA, Mrs Fox, would issue them with some work clothes and allocate their first task. To minimise staff requirements they would work together but there would always be at least one member of her staff in the vicinity to supervise.

The wardress was then asked to remove the handcuffs and was thanked for her delivery of the prisoners. She left to drive back to the centre, leaving Slater and the girl to the authority of Mrs Allingham.

Mrs Fox was another one of those people who appeared permanently irritated about something. Her facial expression, tone of voice and general demeanour indicated, to the two prisoners, that they must try as heard to please her as their new supervisor. She ordered them into a brightly lit room where there was a young female waiting holding an expensive looking digital camera. There was a table on which rested two sets of clothes.

It seems that Mrs Allingham always required a photograph of her charges when they arrived, and when they departed. Mrs Fox left them in the girl’s embarrassed charge and left.

She explained that she was required to take a set of photographs of them and, with a blush, informed them that they would be naked and rather exposed. She told Slater to strip and was immediately surprised when she saw the chastity device, remarking that this would be a first for her and that Mrs Fox would be furious as to how it would restrict her activities, a thought that caused Slater some concern.

She started with front and back whole body shots with Slater at the present then did several close ups of his buttocks muttering words of sympathy when she saw the bruises that were still evident from a caning a couple of days before he left the centre.

She explained that she really needed to photograph his genitals showing the penis both flaccid and erect and again erect with the foreskin pulled “hard back”. Since that was clearly impossible she satisfied herself with a few extreme close-ups of his genitalia…from all angles. One of these required him to kneel, legs wide on the table and reach round to pull his buttocks wide apart. A bright flash from the camera announced that even this part of his body had also been recorded.

Synot then had to strip in front of them. She was a little plumper than Slater had first thought with both her breasts bulging over the cups of the too tight prison brassiere.He was surprised to see the marks of a recent punishment across their top surface. With nervous glances at Slater she slipped her bra off and then her skirt, stockings, suspender belt and panties. If she though that was embarrassing, worse was to come.

The young female immediately commented on the marks of the punishment cane that were now fully displayed on all surfaces of Synot’s breasts. Strangely she didn’t seem shocked or surprised and had her stand at the present whilst she handled both globes with her finger tips. It was obvious that the nipples, swollen from the cane tip would be agonisingly sensitive, but the girl examined them in detail ignoring the flinches and yelps from the prisoner.

“How often do you get these caned ?” she asked grinning at the girl’s discomfort.

“Synot explained that it was the first time for her and the photographer smiled and said that since every girl prisoner sent to Mrs Allingham had arrived with varying degrees of punishment on their breasts, she could only assume that it was an arrangement from the Correctional Centre to ensure that the female prisoners were all accused of three breast related demerits and received an appropriate punishment before they were released to her.

The front, rear and sideways shots at the present were soon completed and next came her breasts. With elbows way back the girl photographed them from all angles and included close ups of the nipples. She then produced a small spray and squirted a cold liquid over them. As she expected, they engorged and were photographed again

She was then ordered to bend over, feet wide apart, and photographed from the rear. Next she was ordered on to the table as Slater had been but she was told to first spread her buttocks for a close up anal shot but then lay on her back with legs up in the air and “spread”.

To Synot’s intense humiliation the girl made no attempt to get Slater to leave or even look away as she ordered her to reach round her buttocks and pull her outer labia wide so that the soft pink inner lips and genitalia were fully exposed to the flash. The way in which she snapped “Wider” convinced Slater that the casual caring attitude that she had first displayed was a mere sham, and that like all the others placed in authority, the girl could and would cause them real trouble if they disobeyed in any way.

She then took them to the kitchen where she had laid some clothes on the table. They were ordered to face away from each other, place their prison issue clothing that they were carrying into two plastic bags and were then told to don the garments in front of them. Slater quickly donned a blue denim shirt, a white athletic support, short denim shorts and trainers.

Synot was told that the rather worn looking items for her were from a charity shop.

They certainly looked it as the white was drab and both the panties and the bra fitted too tightly. They fitted the larger build of the girl, but only just and were bound to be uncomfortable. A blue denim short sleeved blouse and short denim skirt resembling Slater’s shorts were then put on with a pair of well worn trainers for the feet.

Mrs Fox came back and told them that they had just missed the mid-morning servant break so must start work immediately. She took them to a separate flat in the house telling them that two female friends of Mrs Allingham were staying there at the moment and that one of their jobs would be to clean the rooms and attend to the needs of the two.

The living area was a shambles but when they were ordered into the bedroom, it was even worse. The two single beds had the duvet and pillows on the floor and various items of clothing were scattered around the entire room. It was as if nothing had ever been put away, just dropped on the floor where they stood.

They both started work in tidying the rooms, making the beds and putting away the female clothes that lay scattered around the floor. The items of underwear were collected and placed in the wash hamper in the bathroom and Slater was told to concentrate on that room leaving Synot to start with the vacuum cleaner. It was fair to say that adequate cleaning materials were available but the bath, sink and toilet looked as if they hadn’t been cleaned for weeks so some considerable effort was going to be called for. He flushed the toilet then realised that the bowl had become blocked as the water and the disgusting contents rose until it overflowed. Mrs Fox, hearing the noise and Slater’s gasp of horror and distaste came in and having accused him of stupidity, told him to get the pan unblocked and to clean the mess up.

He asked, politely as possible for the location of the necessary plunger and cleaning equipment and received a withering glance.

“You will have to use your hands boy…and make sure that you wash them afterwards.”

Mrs Fox left the flat to attend to some other business leaving them to their own devices. They should have realised that this would be some form of trap, but they were working too hard to think.

After about twenty minutes spent cleaning the toilet trying to think of more pleasant things as he plunged his hand into the mess the females had left behind, Slater did indeed wash his hands and then found a couple of glasses and filled them both with water from a tap. He had just wandered into the sitting area and handed a sweating Synot her glass when the door flew open and in came a furious Mrs Fox.

“This place is still filthy and here you are taking things easy. Neither of you can be trusted so you must consider yourself in real trouble. Report to Mrs Allingham right now!”

With sinking hearts they  found their way back to the office and knocked on the door. They entered on command to find Mrs Allingham talking on the telephone. It was obvious that Mrs Fox was on the other line. They stood rigidly at attention as Mrs Allingham shook her head in disbelief at what she was hearing. She put the ‘phone down.

“It really amazes me how prisoners in your position seem to think that they can behave however they wish. I haven’t time to deal with this offence immediately, but immediately after your evening meal Synot will report to me and you, Slater, will report to Mrs Fox. You will both be in for a period of obedience training that will ensure that your attitudes change to what I consider to be acceptable. You may be assured that this will not be a pleasant experience but hopefully, one that you will both benefit from if you are to leave here with the good recommendation that you both require.

Dismiss!”

They both left the room as rapidly as they could. On the way back to their workplace Synot explained her past history with Mrs Allingham. It seems that she was slightly older and had been a prefect at an expensive girl’s public school where Allingham, using her then unmarried name, had also been. Synot had been somewhat strict with those she believed to be stuck up little bitches and so Allingham, and some of her friends had been subjected to more than what they thought were their fare share of detentions, extra PT and the other means of maintaining discipline. Synot had not realised the depth of Allingham’s hatred but she knew that she was soon to find out.

Mrs Fox kept them hard at the cleaning of the apartment until past six pm. They were then shown to two adjacent rooms in which were a bed, washstand and a bucket. They were told to clean themselves up and await further orders.

The rooms were like small cells which was obviously the reason for their selection as prisoner accommodation. Bare boards on the floor and just a small sealed window that could not be opened added to the claustrophobic feel. Slater used the cold water to wash himself down but avoided the use of the bucket for relief. He could but wonder how his fellow prisoner was feeling through the shared wall.

They were allowed out for the evening meal which they consumed in silence in the kitchens under the watchful eye of Mrs Fox. No sooner had they finished than Synot was told to report to Mrs Allingham’s room and  Mrs Knox left the kitchen with a curt “follow me” to Slater.

At the end of a long corridor Mrs Fox opened the door which led on to a steep flight of stone steps down to a well lit stone walled basement. The damp cold air added considerably to Slater’s apprehension as he descended the stairs into the first room that contained just a solid wooden chair. Mrs Knox stood with her back to the heavy door, turned and with a key from a bunch around her waist she locked it creating the frightening prospect that he was now totally at her mercy. She walked past him standing rigidly at attention, and took a seat in the chair.

Slater kept his eyes firmly ahead, but he had managed to sneak a look at the woman. She had long fair hair that hung in a pigtail and was even dumpier sitting than standing, particularly round the chest and hips. She was dressed in a plain dark blue dress with buttons down the front with stockinged legs and black high heeled shoes. She had applied some makeup that relieved her dull plump face only a little and Slater realised with a sinking heart that this might have been applied for his benefit.

“Well, Slater, this is where you learn how to behave whilst you are in my care. Forget any ideas that you have about wheedling your way out of this cellar: You will be down here until I decide that you are capable of displaying a correct amount of respect to a lady. You may rest assured that I have been given total authority over you and you will have to obey any order….any order…that I choose to give you. Normally the policy on punishing you prisoners is to wait for an offence to be committed then awarding and inflicting a suitable level of pain. However, I have decided that tonight I will give you a significant and painful punishment for absolutely nothing. I believe that a hard shock early on in our relationship will remove any lingering doubts that you may have on my authority and my intentions to exercise that authority. You will then be assessed as to how enthusiastic you are in satisfying my requirements. Any lack of effort on your part will result in me applying a second instalment of pain and I will continue in this manner until you learn to obey.

Follow me!”

Opening the door she led him across the corridor into a larger and colder room in which were several items of furniture that were all too familiar to him. They all had the same purpose, to support a prisoner in various positions for punishment. Only two had any restraint straps told him that this would be a gritted teeth session when he would have to desperately control himself to accept whatever was inflicted.

He was expecting to be told to strip, instead she ordered him to undo his shorts waistband, slip them down off his buttocks so that just his nether cheeks were exposed as he bent over the back of a sturdy wooden chair.

Mrs Fox selected a small leather covered paddle from the collection on the wall. She made a point of showing Slater the reference data that was stamped on the handle and how it included the letters “U.U.” She took delight in explaining that this meant Unrestricted Use and that the implement could be used entirely at the discretion of the person applying the punishment. She was therefore able to give him an unlimited number of whacks, should she choose.

She then started to beat his exposed buttocks alternately with some force. He was already tender from his last caning but knew that would not be taken into consideration, she was going to beat him as hard and for as long as she wanted. A wall clock with a large second hand was just visible and he could not help noticing that she gave a whack every five seconds.

By the end of the second minute his buttocks were scorched and the pain was severe as she intended it would be. Although she alternated the strokes from cheek to cheek, she ensured that each one landed in the exact same spot on each buttock.

The punishment, if that was what it could be called lasted five minutes and left Slater’s buttocks burning with the surface pain and throbbing from the deep bruising that the paddle would no doubt cause. He was soon fully dressed, back at the attention position in front of Mrs Fox, now seated in a comfortable armchair.

“That, boy, is just a taster of what you will get if you fail to obey me in every respect. From now on you will do whatever I tell you to…and with some enthusiasm. Otherwise that little spanking will seem nothing to what follows.”

Slater stood there, experienced enough not to show any indication of surprise, shock, or worst of all rebellion. He new that this far from attractive women would be using him as a sexual plaything with the added fear of being in a position to inflict any degree of pain she chose, should he not respond as she required.

“I think we will start in the traditional way with you with you showing my feet some respect. So… “ Number One”  boy! and get to it”.

Slater knelt humbly at the woman’s feet and took her right foot into his hands and started to massage the plump rather sweaty toes. He had hardly started before there was a snort of derision from the owner and the instruction to remove the stockings.

She obligingly parted her legs then lifted her ample backside slightly allowing him to reach up under her skirt, locate the clasps for the tops of the stockings on her plump thighs and roll them down pulling them clear of the feet. Having folded the stockings and placed them on the table, Slater started by firmly massaging the right foot between the toes noting the rather smelly sweat that was trapped between them. He then worked up towards the ankle before transferring his efforts to the other set of toes and finally up to that ankle.

He paused, looked up at Mrs Fox and knew what was coming next. She uttered just one word:

“Four!”

Taking a deep breath Slater started licking between the toes of the right foot determined no to be put off the task by the taste and smell. His tongue was already starting to feel dry and tender when he finished that foot by licking up and down the grubby sole.

He would have given anything for a sip of cool fresh water, but he knew that was not a possibility as he repeated his task on the other foot. Again he found himself looking up at Mrs Fox from his demeaning position.

“Two!”

The numbers were designed to help any lady who might be shy in the presence of a servant prisoner. Slater knew that this woman did not fit into that category and she was simply deriving pleasure from issuing short orders that then required so much effort from the male.

She hotched around in her seat to raise the skirt of her dress to well above the knees, then widened her legs. Her white pantied crotch was now spread and despite the relatively un-attractive appearance of its owner, he found the situation surprisingly erotic. Unfortunately so did his encased penis which was now in some discomfort from the restrictive device that enclosed it. He started at the right ankle and worked his way up to crotch level with each leg using firm pressure and strokes that seemed to please Mrs Fox.

His fingers had long since passed the point where they ached from the effort when she ordered him to stop.

Still remaining with her knees spread she ordered him to his feet. “Lets see what you have to offer me boy” she purred…  “Strip”.

He quickly removed his clothes and had just uncovered his genitalia when a gasp of fury came from Mrs Fox.

“What in the hell do you mean by turning up here with one of those things on?” she demanded. Slater tried to explain that it was hardly his choice but from the look on the woman’s face…words would not suffice. Leaping to her feet she slapped him across his face with all her force then swung the hand back, equally hard to back-hand his other cheek.

With his ears ringing he was simply unable to tell her where the key was and was slapped once again with her full fury. Finally she calmed down a little and chillingly told him that if the key could not be found, she would be taking her revenge in a way that he would not find pleasant. She then crossed the room to pick up the house ‘phone and was soon speaking, somewhat deferentially to Mrs Allingham.

It seemed that there might be a key included with some paperwork that had been sent with him and the female prisoner and was in Mrs Allingham’s possession. Slater was told to take himself to her rooms and await her pleasure… then report back.

A nervous and naked male prisoner made his way to the wing in which he knew Mrs Allingham was. Hoping not to be seen by any of the rest of the staff he was mortified to pass two of the young female staff in a narrow corridor. Making little effort to move out of his way they stared at his entrapped genitalia with girlish giggles until they finally moved so that he could pass them. Clearly seeing naked prisoners was nothing unusual to them.

He eventually reached the door that he had been directed to and knocked. A curt female voice soon called him to enter.

He found himself in a brightly lit bedroom. Mrs Allingham laid across the end of the bed propped up on one elbow and dressed only in an expensive looking bra and panty set. In her hand was a thin dressage whip. A strong scent of feminine perfume hung in the air.

Synot was totally naked, standing rigidly at the present next to the bed with what appeared to be a clamp on each nipple.

Mrs Allingham pointed to a spot next to Synot and ordered him to stand there. He did not need to be told to take up the present position.

“I do not expect to have to give up my leisure time to sort out problems with male prisoners boy! Fortunately a key has been included in the paper work that came with you two so let us hope, for your sake, that it is the correct one. Synot! Pick up the key from the table and see if you can unfasten that device.”

She knelt at his feet and aftersome nervous fumbling she managed to engage the key and turn it. With a nervous look at Mrs Allingham for approval she then removed the restrainer from his now inflating penis and around his scrotum. She was told to place it on the table and Mrs Allingham climbed off the bed and stood close to Slater.

“I don’t normally involve myself with training male prisoners but I feel obliged to make an exception this evening in view of the way that you have interrupted my evening.” She drew the thin riding whip through her fingers of her left hand.

“I understand that prisoners feel that this implement is extremely harsh to use on anything but a horse’s flank, but again I am prepared to make an exception. You will receive twelve strokes for disturbing me.”

Slater inwardly gasped. Twelve with that whip would hurt like hell, especially as nothing was his fault. He knew, only too well that he would have to endure whatever this woman thought was justified and hoped that she would lack the strength of some of the wardresses that had beaten him in the past.

There was no hope of being secured, he expected and was told to simply bend over and grasp his ankles in the middle of the room in full view of Synot. He saw the bare feet of Mrs Allingham move to his left side and then, without any preamble or warning, the fist stroke came whistling down across his taught buttocks.

It felt even worse than the usual cane stroke that he had experienced before at the centre. It was like a hot wire that seemed to shrivel up the skin either side of the impact line. The first stroke missed the area tenderised by Mrs Fox, but he knew that the reprieve was only temporary. Five more followed rapidly across the sensitive area that felt even more like red hot wires being applied and then, to his surprise, he was told to stand.

No explanation was given but he was ordered to stand by the edge of the bed. A visibly shaken Synot, who no doubt realised that she would be feeling this particularly severe form of punishment later, was ordered to stand next to him.

“The rest will be given on your inner thighs as I find that area particularly effect in beating my female servants…stand with your left foot on the bed and legs wide apart. Synot, reach between his legs and pull his disgusting genitalia clear of his thighs.”

The crop was brought down swiftly on to his left inner thigh so that the flexible rod and lashed into the muscles leaving the knotted tassel to wrap around the top of his thigh. The next two strokes were laid on as close to the top of the thigh as possible which despite the searing pain made Slater grateful for the pulling back of his penis and testicles.

When both inner thighs had been whipped Slater was ordered back to the present and found himself facing Mrs Allingham who clearly had no sympathy for his throbbing buttocks and legs. She was breathing deeply and her voice was husky as she spoke.

“That should convince you boy that I have no tolerance for any male offence. If you step out of line in the slightest I will lay that crop on even harder. Now get back to Mrs Fox and take the restraint with you with my instructions that it is to be replaced when she has finished with you.

He hobbled more than walked back to Mrs Fox. He again passed the two female staff who had deliberately waited hoping to see him. They giggled at the sight of the more contrite male than the one that they had seen earlier, at the weals and the now exposed penis. Slater stood respectfully to one side as they passed him in the corridor. Suddenly, to his horror, one of them grabbed his penis and looked him in the eye.

“So Mrs Allingham had to beat you did she before she took off your restrainer? Wouldn’t it be a shame if you turned up at Mrs Fox’s room with a stiffy? I dread to think how she would deal with you boy!”

With that she gently stroked his newly released organ and gently cupped his testicles with her other hand. All to quickly his starved genitals responded and he sprang rather than grew to a rock hard firmness.

He was then led back to the room where the other girl knocked loudly on the door before they both departed giggling even more. There was an abrupt command to enter giving Slater no time to think his penis back to a deflated state before he had to march in and come to the present in front of Mrs Fox.