Chapter 3.
Stewart spent a restless night in the cell, but other than being given a plate
of food and mug of water he was left much to himself by the various policewomen
as they changed shifts. At nine o'clock in the morning, his ordeal commenced.
One of the day shift policewomen unlocked his cell door and called him out. He
was told to follow her "And march smartly boy!" As he marched three feet behind
her he saw the whole layout of the correctional centre for the first time. They
marched briskly past signs that pointed to "Prisoners Dormitories", "Parade
Ground" and "Running Track". As they passed the swimming pool he could see a
group of female prisoners swimming enthusiastically up and down the pool. They
seemed, from a distance, to be enjoying themselves. Stewart was unable to see
the thin semi-transparent one-piece swimming costumes and the straps carried by
one of the guards to ensure that "enthusiasm" was maintained and slacking
rewarded. Had he been closer he would have seen the white taught flesh of the
females bodies and heard the chattering teeth caused by the specially chilled
water that was scarcely above freezing.
As the march continued he took stock of his escort. She was of average height
and build with fair hair at shoulder level. She was dressed in the Wardress
uniform of grey jacket and skirt with white shirt and black tie. A grey bowler
type hat with a dipped brim at the front and with a large gold badge on the
front sat on her head. On the shoulders of the jacket were two small gold stars.
Her black knee boots completed the uniform and the metal studs in the boots
clipped along the pathways adding to the impression of total authority.
Unlike the policewomen that he had met there was no heavy equipment belt
carrying handcuffs and a baton visible. Instead, the end of a leather strap and
a thin black rod with silver rings around the tip hung down below her lower
jacket edge. As they passed another wardess and the two exchanged greetings,
Stewart was even more puzzled about this piece of equipment. On the other
wardress, who was not wearing a jacket, he could see that it hooked to her belt
and was connected to a small square pouch by what looked like a coiled telephone
cord.
Following a sign to "Medical Examination and Treatment Centre" they walked into
what looked and smelt like any other medical facility. But no other hospital
that Stewart had visited had ever had all the people in the waiting room dressed
in identical uniforms. He was told to take a seat amongst the females and await
a call.
There were eight females waiting. Their uniforms were similar to the one the
girl had worn last night prior to her beating. All sat nervously playing with
their hands awaiting the call. The lady opposite Stewart must have been around
forty. Slightly plump, she looked totally out of place in the schoolgirl blouse
and skirt. Next to her sat an exceedingly attractive blonde of around 24 years
of age. She was tall with a full figure thrusting out of the blouse.
The ceiling speaker clicked on "532 stand up". The plump older woman sprang to
her feet. "Weekly weight check for overweight prisoners. Room 8" the woman
marched out of the waiting area and could be heard knocking on a door and
entering a room.
"378 stand up". The gorgeous longhaired blonde sprang to her feet.
"Pre-punishment medical examination. Room 4". With a look of total terror she
marched away.
Then suddenly a muffled "no number yet.... Stewart stand up. Admission medical
examination Room 3". Thankful that he would be experiencing some privacy,
Stewart marched to the door marked 3. He knocked. The door was opened by a young
nurse scarcely older than a schoolgirl. Her young innocent face wore little make
up and her long dark hair hung down to her shoulders. She was slim with small
breasts and wore a light blue uniform indicating that she was a student nurse.
Young as she was however, she still carried the obvious authority that her
position in the Centre accorded her.
"Damn it...we have drawn the short straw. We have to give one of the males his
examination," She said over her shoulder. Another older nurse joined her in the
doorway in her late twenties dressed in the dark blue uniform of a fully
qualified nurse. She was around 5'10 tall with fair hair tied in a severe bun at
the back of her head. Attractive, but cold and unsmiling, she was a little
overweight with her noticeably large breasts thrusting at the front of the
uniform dress held tight at the waist by a broad black cotton belt.
"I see what you mean, I hate examining these pervs with their filthy
bodies...still someone has to do it I suppose...get in here boy".
Stewart entered what seemed to be a large cubicle with curtains making the far
wall. The main feature was the gynaecological bench with stirrups but he also
took in the bright lights, the trays of steel instruments and the stainless
steel bucket on the floor.
"Strip completely and put your clothes in the plastic bag" ordered the senior
nurse. Reluctantly Stewart removed the clothes he had travelled and slept in and
put them in the open bag. He thought hard about trying to keep his pants on but
the look on the nurse's face caused an immediate change of mind.
He stood apprehensively in front of the two females who were eyeing him casually
up and down. "Hands at you side " snapped the junior nurse as he tried to cover
his crotch from their gaze.
"You'd better take him for a shower, I can smell him from here" said the older
nurse. With that, Stewart was grasped by the upper arm and led through the
curtains into the corridor that joined all the curtained cubicles together. So
much for his hopes of privacy, most of the curtains were drawn back and the
various prisoners undergoing examination were all too visible.
The overweight 40-year-old he had seen in the waiting room had been stripped
naked and was standing wobbling on a set of scales. An obviously displeased
nurse was measuring her huge pendulous breasts and then her plump thighs with a
large pair of plastic callipers. Stewart just heard the nurse say that the woman
was three pounds heavier than last week instead of achieving a 3-pound weight
loss and that the nurse was putting her on report for lack of effort. She added
that perhaps a daily thrashing might give her more incentive.
The superb blonde was in her cubicle or so thought Stewart. As she was naked but
bent over clasping her widely spread ankles it was difficult to be sure. Her
taught buttocks were covered in bruises from a recent punishment and the nurse
was remarking that of course, having the cane again so soon after her previous
flogging would be even worse, but that is what the girl was there to learn.
They continued past stairs leading down to a basement area that was signed
"Punishment Rooms", towards a toilet block. Inside it was covered from floor to
ceiling in white tiles. The Asian type floor toilets were in a row about three
feet apart but with no walls and no privacy. The showers were opposite. Stewart
was told to stand under one and handed a bar of harsh soap. The nurse then
opened a valve and he was drenched with heavy jets of warm water from all
directions.
This stopped and he heard the command "Soap yourself".
As he was doing just that he noticed, out of the corner of his eye, that the
tall blonde had been brought in and directed to a toilet. She saw Stewart naked,
soaping his crotch and froze, refusing to move. She was told to use the toilet
by one of the nurses and still refused to move. As if from nowhere one of the
wardesses appeared and, after a brief conversation with the nurse, stood in
front of the cringing female.
"On the toilet¡ NOW GIRL!" she shouted. The only response was more cringing,
looking in Stewart's direction and muttering an almost inaudible
"No...please...I can't Miss". The wardress walked casually behind the girl,
withdrew the rod like device that had perplexed Stewart and suddenly, pushed the
tip between the clenched thigh tops pressing a sort of button on the handle.
Even before the girl had jumped with a scream into the air, Stewart realised
that the pack on the wardresses belt was a battery, the flexible cord was
electric cable and that the long thin flexible rod was a cruel form of cattle
prod.
With utter resignation the statuesque blonde walked slowly to the toilet, placed
her bare feet on the footsteps and sat on her heels. The wardress prodded her
knee without pressing the feared button but even so, the girl's legs flew apart
into the full squat position. The shower had been turned off and Stewart had
been told to face the scene thus witnessing the girl's humiliation as she
relieved herself in front of him.
"What shall we call that little display of disobedience?" asked the policewoman
as she took out her small black pocket book. "How about...Repeated failure to
obey the order of a member of the nursing staff. That should enable the
disciplinary committee to adequately deal with her. I will arrange for her to
appear before them immediately after she receives her punishment for the
original offence.
The wretched girl stood up, shaking with fear. She had only been caned three
days ago, now she had to take at least twelve strokes and then whatever was
decided for this offence. As she was led away her firm bruised buttocks were
only too visible to Stewart.
To be continued.
