Chapter 9.
On the evening of his second night in the Correctional Centre, Stewart was
appointed as a "Personal Servant" to Miss Angela James one of the Senior
Wardresses. He reported as ordered at exactly 6pm and was waiting outside the
door to her apartment when she arrived back. She was a heavily built woman of
average height, large breasts and with short dark hair.In no way could she be
described as attractive as she had a rather plump face with a permanent sour
expression especially when dealing with prisoners. Even though she had finished
work for the day she was still dressed in the full uniform of jacket, tie,
shirt, skirt and boots. She was believed to be around 35 years of age. As one of
the senior wardresses on the staff she had earned a reputation amongst the girl
prisoners of strictness to rules and severity of punishment for even the most
minor of offences. Despite her strict enforcement of the rules that required the
females to be spotless about their personal hygiene, frequently awarding demerit
points for the slightest stain on their panties or any failure to wash
themselves thoroughly, she had a reputation of being very lax indeed about her
own washing and cleanliness.
"Inside" she snapped half pushing Stewart into the hallway. She took him into a
small sitting room. Sitting in a comfortable armchair she told him to stand at
attention. Slowly she eyed him up and down as he stood there in his prison
denims.
"Let me explain the rules...My rules" she said. "I will address you in any way I
see fit however, at all times you will address me as "Madam" You will instantly
obey any order that I give you without question. Is that understood ?".
"Yes...Madam" replied Stewart.
"Should you displease me in any way, fail to obey me, not complete any task that
I set you to my complete satisfaction then I shall punish you. This may be in a
variety of ways but in general I can assure you that they will all be extremely
painful. Any questions?" Stewart shook his head nervously.
Slowly Miss James moved to stand in front of him. She slowly removed her uniform
jacket and placed it on the desk. Relieved to see that she was not wearing the
belt to which was clipped her strap and prodder, he could make out the outline
of her bra under the uniform shirt and heard it creak and stretch as she moved.
She moved close to Stewart so that her large, rigidly encased breasts brushed
against his chest. He could see the damp patches of perspiration under each
armpit and smell the scent of stale sweat. He hardly saw her hand as it suddenly
lashed out slapping first his left cheek and then with the backhand his right
cheek. His face stung, his ears rang. He had almost been knocked off his feet by
this woman who was a full six inches shorter than himself.
"NO MADAM....sorry Madam " Stewart stammered .
She stood glaring at him for several minutes. "You have much to learn Boy " she
whispered. Its time that I found some work for you.
She took him through to the kitchen, sat in a chair and pointed to her uniform
knee boots. Remove these and you can clean and polish them. Stewart knelt at her
feet grasped the first boot and pulled. The boot was obviously a tight fit.
Casually Miss James put her other foot on his shoulder and pushed hard helping
him to slide the boot off. In doing this her legs were high and parted giving
him a brief glimpse of her stocking clad legs and panty crotch. She then placed
her smelly stockinged foot on his face covering his mouth and pushed against his
face . Fortunately the other boot slid easily off as he fell backwards.
She left him in the room having shown him where the shoe cleaning materials
were. Taking each boot in turn Stewart first brushed off the dust and then
polished in the black polish finishing with a soft cloth. For a whole hour he
buffed away at the leather until the whole are of both boots shone and glistened
and his arms ached with the effort.
Miss James returned and casually examined his work. To Stewart's horror she
ignored the shiny upper surfaces and looked underneath at the sole and heel.
On both boots there was an area there between the sole and heel that was not
only not polished but had dried mud on. She threw the boots in the corner.
"Well Boy, I warned you that I required total obedience and here you are, on the
first simple job I give you failing to take the slightest notice of my
instructions. Follow me". She marched through to a large bedroom. In addition to
the bed there was a large stool covered in straps and a sort of examination
couch that were obviously not part of the normal furniture.
She carefully selected a heavy leather strap from a selection lying on the
couch. It was 1/4" thick hide, two inches broad and about two feet long with a
split dividing the last six inches.
"Your hands need to be taught a lesson in obedience. Lets start with the right
one...hold it out for punishment... palm up". She then carefully adjusted the
position of the hand with nudges from the belt, raised the strap high above her
shoulder and "WHAP" brought it down hard across the palm. Hardly had the
immensity of the pain started to take effect and the strap was raised and with a
savage downsweep brought down across his fingers. The third and fourth were just
as hard and across the soft join of the palm and fingers. The fifth across the
palm forced a grunt of pain from between Stewart's clenched jaws. He held his
palm on offer to the tawse not daring to move. The whole hand felt twice it's
normal size and throbbed agonizingly.
"Change hands Boy" came the command. He quickly swapped hands relieved to have
found an end to the feel of strap on top of throbbing weal. The five strokes to
the left hand were, if anything, more viciously delivered. Stewart relaxed and
held his hands together, rubbing them to alleviate the pain. Too late he
realised his mistake.
"HOW DARE YOU MOVE BOY!" shouted Miss James.
"In view of your disobedience I shall now have to repeat that rather minor
punishment .... present your hand again". Stewart held the throbbing palm up at
the required angle and gritted his teeth. Again the strap was raised back over
Miss James's shoulder and brought flashing down to ignite his already throbbing
flesh. Four more times the cruel strap fell on the right palm and fingers and
five more times on the left hand. Afterwards Stewart remained at attention with
his left hand out, trembling as he tried to control the pain and awaiting
permission to lower it.
"You may consider yourself lucky" said Miss James. I happen to be in a good mood
tonight otherwise you would have been severely punished for that offence.
"What a cow " thought Stewart " how in the hell can she describe that as a minor
punishment" as his throbbing hot palms were at last allowed to relax at his
sides.
He had much to learn about Miss James's ability to hurt.
To be continued.
