The Prisoner

  Chapter  59.

It was one of the newspaper tabloids that started the public interest in the new Correctional Centres: Rumours of excesses taken by both male and female staff started to spread. Sometimes, the treatment the prisoners receive when loaned out for service in the Community was far harsher.Needless to say, any released prisoner who was known to be talking to the press was soon removed from view with a judicial restraining order that committed them to one of the even newer Enhanced Centres. The overwhelming fear that was ingrained into every prisoner was to be totally obedient to any female remotely in authority otherwise their release to society would delayed indefinitely. Obedience to any form of abuse or discipline was simply part of the system to them.

One young female reporter did carry out interviews with the ex-prisoners and managed to elicit graphic accounts of how severely individuals had been treated. But what none of them knew, as they whispered the accounts of how they had been abused to the attractive and sympathetic female reporter, was that she actually held rank in the Security Services. This ensured that once the stories had been put into an official report, the report itself was given a classification that would keep it away from all but official eyes. Then the whistle blowers would then find themselves seized on some pretext of breaking the conditions of their release and delivered to a far worse Centre than the one that they had been originally held in.

The first report came from a thirty five year old male by the name of Chater. He had been treated pretty much within the rules in the Correctional Centre, even though that was bad enough in itself. It was when he was sent out to work in the community that he really had problems. This had been an approved system whereby ladies with status in the area would have the benefit of a male or female prisoner to use as servants. In no time it became subject to abuse and corruption and anyone with the cash to bribe Corrections Officers could come by some free labour to say nothing of the opportunity to ill-treat someone who had no recourse to any complaint or justice.

Chater had been dropped off at a small detached house in the country and signed for by a Mrs Shaw a slim dark haired woman in her early fifties. He was dressed in the regulation t-shirt, denim shorts and trainers that his particular centre required with just a change of kit including an athletic support and a wash kit in a small bag.

She showed him to a small room in the attic with just a simple iron bed and blankets with the words that he could forget any ideas about being on some sort of holiday. She sat on the bed as he stood next to it at attention.

“You will address me as Madam and I will address you by your surname. I expect high standards of respect and obedience at all times. You will not be given an order twice.

When you step out of line I will ask for a visit from one of the staff at your Centre to knock some sense into you. Strictly speaking I don’t have any powers of punishment but I wouldn’t rely on that fact too much”.

She stood up.

“Is that understand Chater?”

He nodded nervously, his hopes of working for a kind employer gone.

Without warning she slapped first his left cheek then his right with the back of her right hand.

After that he managed to avoid antagonising his new owner too much and seemed to be leading a reasonably pleasant existence, at least, as reasonably pleasant as any prisoner/servant could expect. Days slipped by and the only event of note was when she called him in and asked when he was last milked. Chater explained, somewhat embarrassed, that it had been nearly a month ago. Mrs Shaw grimaced:

“I may see if we can arrange something for you on purely health grounds. In the meantime I want you to wear this at all times as I have no wish to see your genitals, particularly if you are unable to control yourself at any time and start to erect.”

She handed him his issued athletic support that had been modified somewhat. Inside the pouch, stitched to the upper part of the lining was a white rigid tube. Inside it were numerous plastic spikes. He was told to ensure that the end of his uncovered penis was to be fitted into the tube with the foreskin pulled hard back. Any amount of engorgement would then force the unprotected glans up into the hostile tube and encourage a rapid change of attitude. It could be removed for natural functions and at night but to prevent any distasteful sights for Mrs Shaw, it was to be in place at all times other than those exceptions.

He then settled into the routine of the house. It was true that Mrs Shaw treated him with total contempt, especially in front of her visitors and relatives particularly the female ones and that she had used a strap on his covered backside  on a couple of occasions. She certainly seemed to find every demeaning and unpleasant job such as her personal laundry and keeping the house toilets spotless for him to do but on the whole, life was better that in the prison. She had not followed through on her threat to seek the services of one of the staff from the local Correctional Centre to discipline him for which he was more than grateful. On the whole, for a prisoner, life was pretty good.

Until he was taken to his first ladies coffee morning:

It seemed that several ladies in the area who had prisoner-servants met up on a regular basis to compare notes. To legalise the proceedings of these meetings the ladies would always invite a “guest speaker” from the Correctional Centre who would be especially selected for her uncompromising attitude to both male and female inmates. Mrs Shaw was soon invited to join the group and took Chater along for the first meeting.

The house was large and in its own grounds. They were met at the door by a male slave dressed as Chater was in T shirt, shorts and trainers. He indicated the kitchen to Chater and escorted Mrs Shaw into a large well lit sitting room where the hostess, a slim fair headed lady in her mid-thirties was serving coffee. There were eight ladies present ranging in age from late teens to early forties. They were all dressed in formal blouses and skirts. One of the younger girls was a niece of the house owner and the other younger girl the lady’s Polish au pair. The guests were seated on comfortable armchairs along one wall.

A loud knock at the door announced the arrival of a further guest. This time it was a uniformed prison wardress by the name of Miss Sinclair. Tall, heavily built in her thirties with long blonde hair drawn up in a rigid bun behind her head she went round introducing herself with a firm handshake.

Meanwhile the male who had answered the door broke the bad news to the four male and two female prisoners assembled in the kitchen. One of the females and two of the males had served time under the woman and were immediately nervous of how she would conduct the morning’s procedures. As one of them explained: “There was a wide variety of staff in their centre. All were strict but Miss Sinclair had earned the reputation of being harsh, unforgiving and severe in all her dealing with the prisoners.

Being on report to her always resulted in being sentenced to more strokes or pain than the other staff and when she was on punishment infliction duties she put extra effort into every stroke or whack ensuring that all the so called penalty strokes for misbehaviour during punishment were allocated and inflicted. Any hopes of an easy time at the weekly meeting of their owners were dashed. He also mentioned that he had been told to move from her car boot two items. The first was a black four feet long cylinder with a closed top that when lifted made the all too familiar dry rattling sound of canes. The second was a black holdall that contained items that he couldn’t even guess at.

The house owner, Mrs Rooney started the after-coffee events by calling in her personal male servant to clear away the cups and equipment. The group of prisoners were then called in and told to form a line in front of the seated ladies at the present position. Mrs Rooney announced that there were two new servants and with a smile in Miss Sinclair’s direction suggested that they be given the traditional welcome. Chater and a young female were called forward.

Mrs Rooney then moved a high backed chair into the centre and produced a wooden hairbrush from a nearby shelf. “Well ladies…the servants will now take a whack on each buttock from each of us as is our tradition here”.

The lady of the house sat in the chair , pulled her skirt up to reveal her stocking thighs and motioned the girl towards her. Following her orders the girl raised her short skirt and blushing, lowered her small white panties to her knees before she lay across the lap. Her buttocks still showed the bruising from a previous beating when she was still in the Centre but Mrs Rooney brought her brush down with her weight behind it on each cheek in turn. 

By now the other ladies had produced their hairbrushes and arrange themselves on the edge of the armchair seats. The male replaced the female over the lap with his shorts down but his athletic support in place. By the time he received his welcome whacks the girl was already well down the line of ladies with her buttocks becoming more agonised with each application.

Just when they thought it was over, Miss Sinclair borrowed one of the heavier brushes, ordered them both to bend and touch their toes and laid in with her own efforts.

The meeting proper could then start.

Miss Sinclair, still wearing her full uniform and hat announced to the room that her talk would be on the subject of “Maintenance treatments for prisoners in the community”.

She explained that the powers that be were uneasy about the relatively benign treatment that many such prisoners were receiving in the hands of their owners compared with their treatment inside the Correctional Centres. All too often the excuse was given that the prisoner had been behaving well, and this may well be true, but that the essential edge of respect and fear had been reduced. The recommendation or more to the point requirement was that all prisoners must receive a maintenance punishment session every week. It was felt that this should be given at the same exact time every seven days and that it should be severe enough so that they would most certainly not look forward to it with anything other than trepidation. The minimum set was to be eight strokes of the heavy strap across the naked buttocks and it should be laid on hard.

She ordered the elder of the female prisoners to bring her the hold-all and on unzipping it, produced a meaty looking leather strap with a wooden handle. The business end was around eighteen inches in length and almost a quarter of an inch thick with rounded ends.

“This is one of the type that we use in the Centres and both the male and the females seem to find it effective. It is far from being the heaviest strap we use but it is sufficiently heavy to give substantial pain.  They are available from Amazon and I suggest you order yours as soon as possible so that you can start the new system with your servant. Remember, it’s not just the application that achieves the level of respect but also the knowledge that come hell or high water, they will receive it at the appointed time.

A shudder went around the standing prisoners.

That time would be entirely at the discretion of the owner, perhaps first thing in the morning or at a set time in the evening...it was up to her.

There was a brief murmur of conversation in the room and the first question came from Mrs Rooney:

“What happens if I happen to have just thrashed my boy for some very real offence, as I have done just half an hour ago before we left home Will I have to delay the maintenance?”

“Certainly not” replied Miss Sinclair. “The rules are very clear in that no reduction in punishment is to be given because of existing bruising or tenderness. The Strap will have to be laid on hard... exactly on time.”

Mrs Shaw indicated the nervous Chater to the ladies: “I am not too happy with the business of disciplining my servant because frankly, the sight of the naked male repulses me. Can I get around this somehow so that he will receive the necessary punishments to keep him in line but I will be spared the effort and the embarrassment.”

“Of course, of course.” said Miss Sinclair with a smile. “Many ladies feel the same way so we have introduced sessions at the Centre so that any owner can send their prisoner along with a note and one of the Correctional staff will inflict either the punishment that you require, or if you leave it to them, one that will have the desired effect. You can send them for either a correction or for their weekly maintenance. If having inflicted the punishment, if he or she is due for a maintenance thrashing they can be kept until the appointed time and then given it. This does mean a longish trip by public transport to and from the centre, but that should increase their anticipation and I am sure that if the ‘bus is full for the return, the wardresses will have made sure that they don’t mind standing!”

When the ladies laughter had died down there was one more question from a well built horsey lady in a tweed jacket and skirt. She pointed out a tall well built man in his late twenties as her servant.

“I think that my boy will agree that I err on the side of strictness when it comes to inflicting punishments and his backside is kept in a suitably receptive state, but what happens if I am unavoidably out of the house on the odd time he is due for one of these regular sessions? I would fix Thursday at 7.30pm as being the set time just before I have dinner but I am bound to be called away sometime or other.”

“Do you have neighbours that you trust?”

“Indeed, on one side my neighbour is a good friend who is greatly interested in my situation with a servant”.

“Then the easiest solution would be to arrange for this lady to beat your boy in your absence. Perhaps she could have a practice run that needn’t count the day before the scheduled beating. She may need a little training from you but this would cover your absence. When she does act on your behalf you can check the punished area when you return to make sure that the strap was laid on effectively just to be on the safe side”

The lady continued with her questions:

“I’m pretty happy about the concept and timing for this type of punishment but I am worried about the level of effort that I should put into the beating. Would it be possible for you to demonstrate this Miss Sinclair?”

The room went silent. Miss Sinclair stood up, placed the strap on her chair and removed her uniform jacket rolling up her sleeves.

“This is one of the reasons for me being here so of course it is possible. Which of the servants will assist in the demonstration ladies?”

A murmur went round the room and it was mentioned that lots were normally drawn to see which servant would receive any demonstration punishment that may be required. Numbers were put into Miss Sinclair’s hat and each prisoner told to take one out. It was then announced that the lowest one would be the one selected.

A gasp came from the female in her early forties by the name of Mortimer when she looked at the number in her hand. She had committed no offence but would now have to submit to a harsh strapping just on the whim of the Wardress. She was 5 foot six inches in height with fair hair in two schoolgirl style pigtails and somewhat overweight despite the stringent diet and frequent exercise that her owner subjected her to. Without being told she bent over the back of the chair and gripped the armrests.

Miss Sinclair had other ideas for her:

“One of the prime reasons for the maintenance system is that the prisoner is denied any false modesty. They should always be fully stripped for this so get your clothes off girl!”

Mortimer blushed furiously. She had hopes of maintaining some of her self respect but that hope had been dashed. She was more shy than most and resented having to display her less than perfect figure to anyone who happened to be present. But she also knew that with Miss Sinclair no hesitation should be displayed. She didn’t even bother to look at her owner so didn’t see the ladies self satisfied grin.

It was known to many in the room that Mortimer was the first wife of the husband of one of the guests, Jayne Preston, an extremely attractive lady in her late twenties. Jayne had set up a flat together with Mortimer’s then husband who had subsequently been forced to be generous with the alimony to Mortimer leaving his new wife with little of the luxuries she envisaged. When she learned that Mortimer had been sent to a Correctional Centre for an unrelated offence it had been a matter of time before she could arrange for her husband’s ex wife to be delivered to her for “domestic duties”. Now she would be able to sit back and watch her suffer yet again.

Mortimer removed her blouse, skirt and shoes then to shouts of “Hurry up girl!” she slipped off her large support bra allowing her breasts to swing free. Small bruises were apparent over their surface, and both nipples, large by nature, looked tender and swollen. As she bent to remove her suspender belt and stockings the after bruising of regular beatings were visible on her overlarge buttocks. She had been left unshaved both underarm and crotch and being forced to display the dark mass of hair greatly added to her humiliation as her owner planned it would. Her panties were hardly of consequence as the small white pair had bunched up well into her cleft…but off they had to come.

Miss Sinclair instructed two of the males to manhandle an armchair the front of the audience and leave it with the back facing them.

“The decision on whether to restrain your servant for punishment is, of course, left entirely up to you. I recommend that all Maintenance applications be laid on with the subject unrestrained and therefore needing to display a level of self control. This will add to the anticipation as it will open up the possibility of being able to award penalty strokes for any such lack of control.”

Once more a shudder ran through the assembled prisoners. All would normally opt for being strapped down to guarantee there would be no penalties for movement. The securing straps removing that opportunity for the hand to fly back or the movement of the hips that could help to avoid a blow.

“So we will utilise the armchair here” Miss Sinclair went on indicating the woman to bend over it’s well stuffed back with her legs wide leaving her buttocks tight and high with her thighs indecently spread. Her legs were shaking slightly from the coldness of the room and the knowledge of how her crotch was so shamefully exposed.

Miss Sinclair stood with her feet well apart, raised the strap over her shoulder and brought it down on to the waiting cheeks with a loud slap.

It left a white impression on the flesh when the buttocks had rebounded. A low whinny came from the woman as the strap was raised again and brough viciously down.

All eight strokes took but a minute to deliver with the target lurching left and right but remaining tight over the back of the chair. The buttocks were more white in colour before the circulation returned as the woman was told to stand and then face the audience at the present.

Mortimer’s face was flushed, and tears of shame and pain were running down her screwed up face. She could see the group staring with interest at her whole body as she was forced to fight the pain and display herself to them. She consoled herself with the belief that it was now over for her and that another prisoner would be chosen as victim.

Once again Miss Sinclair had other thoughts.

“It is always necessary to consider the application of penalty strokes following a beating of this type ladies. These are entirely at the discretion of the disciplinarian but should certainly be awarded for any refusal to remain in position, any attempt to avoid the strokes or any verbal remarks that the subject may let slip. Mortimer here has taken the demonstration beating fairly well, but that doesn’t relieve me, or her, from giving a full demonstration to you. I will therefore have to lay on two further strokes to show how I think these penalty strokes should be applied.

Mortimer gasped in shock and, looking at Miss Sinclair shook her head and said:

“Pplease Miss No more…please!”.

Without even looking in her direction Miss Sinclair said that the penalty strokes would now be four in number.

It took some seconds before Mortimer was again positioned over the chair. Her buttocks were now covered in red bars from the strap and she continued to whine and sniffle her runny nose.

“Any penalty strokes must be given with the original implement…but not necessarily to the same area. You will see ladies that this girl has almost unmarked thighs so I will lay the strap on to the tops of each. This will be a test of her obedience so perhaps her owner would like to give her a word of encouragement before I start.”

Her owner walked over to the front of the chair and gently lifted Mortimer’s tear stained face. She then whispered a few words in her ear and resumed her seat.

Without further waiting Miss Sinclair brought the strap down across the left thigh top, then the right.

Whatever promises or threats Mortimer’s owner had made to her, they worked. It obviously hurt her to the core, but she remained in position even when the last two were laid on with Miss Sinclair’s customary strength. She was then told to rejoin her other, now more apprehensive, servants in their line which she did with a shuffling gate and tears running down her face.

Miss Sinclair sat casually on the back of the chair and asked for questions.

Mrs Shaw again mentioned her distaste at seeing her servant naked and asked if the punishment sessions at the local correctional centre could be expanded to include milking the male prisoners.

Miss Sinclair responded with enthusiasm:

“Firstly we must also realise that the Government heads in charge of the Correctional System are in the process of requiring the female prisoners to undergo a similar form of milking as it has been found that prolonged celibacy is as detrimental to their health as well as the males. Naturally the policy of making the event as unpleasant as possible will also apply to them so any ideas that you ladies have would be appreciated and I will pass them up the chain. But in the meantime we can certainly make that service available to you Mrs Shaw. When was your boy last milked?”

Hearing that it was over a month Mrs Sinclair looked concerned and said that she had better check, calling Chater to the front.

“Many owners appreciate the benefits of keeping the males frustrated but a limit of four weeks should be observed otherwise they can either have a nocturnal emission that will give the appearances to the owner of unauthorised masturbation or become too interested in their female owner. The first problem can easily be dealt with by giving him a sound caning on the off chance that it was caused by him but the other can be more of a problem with him staring with lust at any female that he meets. Many owners simply cannot stand the sight of erections and the official policy is that given release every month there is no valid excuse for any tumescence other than being told to become erect by the lady in charge of him. With Mrs Shaw’s permission I will examine this male for your benefit.”

“Strip boy!”

Now it was Chater’s turn to suffer. He removed his T shirt, shorts and trainers and stood at the present in just his athletic support looking enquiringly at Mrs Shaw. She returned his look with a grimace and a shrug indicating that she did not intend to object and that he was on his own with the Wardress. She did however tell Miss Sinclair that his support was her idea and what it did.

Miss Sinclair rubbed her hand over the front cup and could feel a degree of swelling. She ordered him to remove it which he did with some difficulty hopping from one foot to the other and resumed arigid present position.. Almost immediately his penis swelled to the fully erect despite his mental efforts to control it.

“Well, ladies, even bearing in mind his delay in being milked this is a blatant case of erection without permission that will need dealing with. But first I will indicate the basics of examining the male prisoner”.

She reached into her bag and slipped on a pair of latex gloves.

“When examining your own servant it is up to you whether you wear these but when examining a prisoner with whom you are not familiar, I would recommend them especially if you find the personal contact rather revolting. The first point I would make is that the examination is to satisfy yourself with the male’s general condition and not to titilate him in any way.The body search should also reveal and hidden items. Firm handling is the secret and any discomfort he may feel is just a very necessary part of the process. Prisoners like Chater here should be well experienced in such examinations so should submit to the handling without undue movement.”

She then moved down his naked body starting with his mouth and nostrils, demonstrating the sensitivity of his nipples and then firmly grasping his penis.

“All of us have a view on whether, with the uncircumcised male, the foreskin should be over the glans or pulled fully back. This is certainly necessary for the hygiene check when the under rim of the glans has to be checked for any deposits. This is particularly important when chastitiy tubes are normally worn.

Chater, standing rigidly at the present fliched only slightly when his foreskin was snatched fully back and his penis was twisted in all directions as the sensitive glans was checked. One of the owners asked Miss Sinclair how she thought the area should best be cleaned if, like her boy, it tended to collect smegma that had a rather unpleasant smell.

“I hear from other lady owners that one of your old toothbrushes dipped in one of the astringent mouthwashes and rubbed vigorously all round the rim of the glans is very effective, if somewhat uncomfortable. The more uncomfortable it is the more effort the male will put into cleaning himself. For those prisoners who are forbidden from touching their appendages it will be up to their owner to carry out the cleansing as frequently as is required.  Also ladies, do not forget to carry out frequent checks on the underwear for any signs of emmision. Any form of erection will leave tell-tale stains that you should deal with harshly. This erection that has suddenly appeared must be extremely embarrassing for you Mrs Shaw who will no doubt ensure that he is punished for it later.”

She then placed her right hand under his scrotum and lifted it upwards.

“Now to the more sensitive areas ladies: Fear is one of our most useful tools in disciplining these morons, and the fear of having these hurt in any way always concentrates their minds. Care has to be taken to avoid any possible damage but as even a gentle slap...like this....can hurt. One doesn’t need to be brutal.”

Despite his training Chater gasped and lurched forward as the hand slapped the underside of his testicles. He had the good sense to rapidly resume his position.

“The secret of testicle punishments is to give the boy plenty of notice as to what is about to happen. Position them carefully with, say, legs apart and genitals dangling. Tell him that you are about to hurt him and then carry it out. The one word he won’t want to hear as he regains his composure is the word....again...when he knows another slap is going to be inflicted.”

“Just one area that we haven’t examined ladies and one for which latex gloves are always required.” She delved into her bag and quickly donned a pair.

She ordered him to bend over the back of the chair and spread his legs wide.

“You would be suprised what these males can hide in their rectum so never hesitate to give them a thorough examination up as high as is necessary. Lubricate generously for your sake more than his and....” She forced two fingers harshly into the puckered orifice.

“Probe him deeply!”.

She then went on to show the disposable plastic specular that she recommended using it to widen his anus painfully so that a visual inspection could be made with a flashlight.

With a flushed face Chater dismissed back to the line up that seemed to complete the talk and the room soon became a hubbub of conversation as the ladies discussed their ideas, none of which would be pleasant for the servants.

Over the next week or so the policy of Maintenance Beatings was commenced by the assembled owners with the delay only caused by a wait for the approved strap to arrive by courier. Most of them came with a bottle of oil with which the flexibility of the leather could be increased at the expense of an increase in the weight. Following the official suggestions the straps were hung next to the prisoners’ beds with the day and time of the appointed application written alongside. They provided a chilling and constant reminder of what was inevitably to come.

Several of the prisoners also found themselves catching buses to the new Local Corrections Voluteer office when their owners couldn’t be bothered to thrash them themselves, noticed that they needed milking, were due for a Maintenance Beating or sometimes all three.

To add to their misery, orders came down that any prisoner out in public was to wear and display an identity pass so that any female member of the public could note their name and pass on a compliment about their behaviour... or raise a complaint.

Serving in the Community was about to become far worse than doing time in the Correctional Centres.