The Prisoner

Chapter 64

Madame McKensie’s delivery of each savage stroke was accompanied by an exhalation of her breath and a feminine grunt of effort as he had only heard before in professional women’s tennis. After each group of four strokes she paused to get her breath back then re-commenced. She had just completed her third set when Miss Callum spoke from her position holding Hough’s penis.

“Madam,  despite your efforts I can detect a slight enlargement of his penis. I thought that you would want to know.”

The last thought on Hough’s mind had been the state of his sore penis, he had been concentrating totally on absorbing the pain from each stroke and trying desperately not to scream or yell to vent his agony. He had been dimly aware of Miss Callum’s continual squeezing and pulling down of his member but the all consuming pain from the beating had removed any thoughts of deriving pleasure from the action. But it would seem that his appendage had thought differently.

As if inspecting a prize cow or bull, Madame rested her left hand on his back and leant down and looked underneath him. He was dimly aware of a scent of sweat from her shirt arm pit.

“Appalling and unbelievable as it may seem, but I think you may be right.” She responded.

“Girl...come here!”

With a sinking heart, Anna stood at attention in front of her. She knew that she would be held responsible for any tumescence on the male’s part. She did not need to be told that she would be in for a further thrashing for failing to milk him thoroughly...and she was.

First however Madam McKensie retrieved her mobile ‘phone and called a number mentioning to the audience that the call was to Anna’s husband. A brief outline was given of the girl’s offence and that Madam thought eight strokes with a light cane to be a suitable punishment. The reply differed with her assessment and having acknowledged the reply with the words; “Of course..of course...if you feel that would be too lenient I will naturally increase the beating to 12 strokes and I will use the same cane that I have been thrashing the male with.” There then followed what seemed to be instructions to Madam that mystified the wretched waiting girl. Madam readily agree with his new instructions and the ‘phone call was terminated leaving Anna horrified at the severity requested by her husband, but knowing that it would be inflicted to the letter.

Madam turned to the now trembling girl:

“You were given ample time to fully drain this male but you seem incapable of following orders. I warned you what would happen if he erected and he has. You will therefore receive a further dose of the cane. I don’t intend to delay his further punishment any more than I have to so climb up on his back and hold tight.”

Blushing with embarrassment, but also shaking with fear she stood on the whipping frame and mounted Hough as if she was going riding. She then laid on his back with her breasts pressing into his shoulders and gripped his upper arms tightly.

Hough felt her bristly pubic mound settle on the lower part of his back then the cold, damp and shaking upper body and breasts lay heavily on him. Her head was just beneath hers and he could feel her breath on the side of his face. His arms were held in a fierce grip that was painful even before the pain had started for her.

“I am fully aware that your buttocks are heavily bruised and somewhat sensitive girl, but that is not my concern. You are in this position because of your own stupidity. I won’t waste time swapping the cane for a lighter version such as I used yesterday. You will take the same one that I use of the male and will receive it just as harshly. You will take twelve strokes and should you try to avoid them...I will add many extras.”

There was a pause, a flurry of movement and the first stroke was laid on with the customary grunt of effort. The girl slid up his back and then back again with a loud yelp into his right ear. To the observers she was spread even more indecently than she had been on the bare horse. Hough’s wide back forced her thighs apart exposing her entire hair covered cleft. At any other time and without the strokes of the cane, the position might well have been erotic for her as her parted vulva was forced up and down the ridged backbone of the male.

It was a merciless thrashing. Six strokes were delivered at one minute intervals and soon had the girl sobbing uncontrollably. She perspired heavily from both fear and pain making her contact with his back wet and slippery.

Madam had a further step to enforce in her punishment. After the six strokes she was told to dismount from Hough, then stand between his arms facing his head. This placed her crotch at a level with his face and just inches from it. She was told to lay down along his back with her face just above his anal cleft with his wealed and bruised buttocks either side of her face.

Without warning Madam then pushed her face down hard so that her nose and mouth were forced on to the sweaty divide.

“And keep it there girl...at least it will muffle your incessant yelling!”

At each stroke the girl’s pubic mound was forced into Hough’s neck and her nose and mouth slid deep into his cleft. He would not have wished that the female suffer the same strokes as himself, but could not find their result anything other than erotic for himself.

By the time the final stroke fell across the girl’s spread buttocks, her tears and dribble were running freely down Hough’s cleft and she slid rather than climbed off his back.

Twelve strokes down, how many to go he wondered knowing that his wife had given her full permission for him to be caned just as hard as Madam felt necessary. He was grateful for the securing straps preventing and lack of control and any attempt to avoid the pain that would have resulted in even more punishment.

It turned out to be just another eight strokes in two groups of four making twenty in all, but the way they were laid on with the cane being raised way over her shoulder made each group of four memorable to say the least. Several strokes were laid over the earlier weals and those that missed, easily found the earlier bruising from his wife’s strapping.

Both of the evenings victims then found themselves available for the inspection of the witnesses. They were ordered to stand, feet wide apart and grasp their ankles with Madam totally disinterested in just how painful it was to stretch the wealed skin on their buttocks to achieve that position.

Their buttocks and the tops of their thighs were unbelievably sensitive to the touch and the merest brushing of the guests fingertips over their fresh ridges was enough to make them flinch. Naturally, they didn’t stop at such contact and with the women using their sharp nails to scrape the ridges, they were both in some pain... in addition to the burnng and throbbing from the beating itself.

They were still in some after-pain when, fully dressed with Anna in the schoolgirl uniform, they were addressed by Madam.

I have spoken to both of your partners earlier this evening and made the following arrangements. You will both be taken back to Mrs Hough’s residence and will report to the housekeeper who has been given certain instructions on how you are to be treated and accommodated tonight. In the morning you will remain under the authority of the Housekeeper until 1000am when you will report to Mrs Hough’s bedroom and await her pleasure. I hope not to have to meet either of you again, but should you be sent back here you will find the punishments you have received in the last hours to be fairly mild compared with what you will receive on a second visit.

The Company car duly arrived and James and the girl climbed into the back relieved to find the soft leather seats. The journey home was in silence with neither of them wishing to satisfy the driver’s curiosity as to why they were so subdued and why Anna was dressed in the school girl costume.

Following orders from Mrs Hough the driver dropped them at the back door where a waiting Mrs Brady ordered them through to the old kitchen, that James knew only too well.

She soon had them standing at attention in front of her as she sat in one of the hard wooden chairs.

“I understand that you have both been for a training session that your respective partners have arranged. You are both to report to Mrs Hough at 1000am tomorrow and in the meantime I have been told to keep you both occupied as she is out on the town. As Hough here may have told you, he has been working on cleaning up this part of the house so that the local ladies fitness group can use it when exercising in the grounds. It is also where he carries out any domestic duties that his wife decrees. Tonight there is a backlog of laundry that needs attention  You Hough will wash your wife’s and mine intimate items and you girl will hand wash Mrs Hough’s gentleman friend’s underwear who has kindly brought his weekly wash for your attention. I should advise you girl that I have high standards and you should not expect any leniency from me on account of any earlier punishments you may have received.”

The pair were therefore both surprised and relieved that Mrs Daly found no fault with their efforts scrubbing the less than pristine underwear they had been given. At around 10 pm said that she would get them bedded down for the night. James was pleased that she made no mention of refastening his restrainer,  as his penis was still sore from the milkings that he had been forced to undergo.

She led them through to a large windowless store room that contained two single beds with blankets. She ordered them both to strip and making no comments on the state of their bodies. She then produced two dog collars to which were attached heavy chains. These were soon fastened around their respective necks with the end of the chain fixed to hooks in the wall next to the beds.. A Galvanised bucket stood under each bed for night time use and it was obvious that the chains would enable them to use the bucket but not make contact with each other for their mutual comfort let alone sexual contact.

There was little conversation between them. Anna was still fuming with indignation in the way she believed James had caused her to have another beating. They both spent a restless night with most positions proving to be uncomfortable with the coarse blankets chafing their tenderised skins.

Around eight am Mrs Brady unchained them and allowed them into the toilet and shower area. Both were still in pain from their bruised and sore backsides but the shower and soap helped, as did a light breakfast. They were however still obliged to dress in the creased and dirty clothes that they had worn for the visit to Madam McKensie.  It was mid-morning when they were finally taken to the main lounge of the house and told to wait outside the door.

They could hear voices but were unable to hear what was being discussed. Eventually the door was opened by Harry who told them to stand in front of the large sofa as he took his seat there with Jayne and Anna’s husband.

The two stood at attention hoping against hope that they would not be subjected to more pain or humiliation. Jayne sniffed disapprovingly at their downcast and scruffy appearance.

I can but hope that you ,James , will now have a better attitude following Madame McKensies’ efforts. I take it that she gave you a really thorough beating?

James mumbled his agreement.

Anna’s husband then took up the questioning:  I have spoken to Madam MacKensie and she has told me about your lack of effort and the need to beat you twice. Before I make any further comment I will inspect your punishment area. Strip and present it to me girl.

With an embarrassed look at the other three people present Anna slowly removed her tie, shirt and skirt then exposed her breasts before turning away and slipping off her panties. She then stood with her back to them

“I really don’t believe this girl...you know perfectly well how to present for a buttocks inspection...now do it this instant “.

Anna immediately stood with legs wide apart and bent over to grip her lower legs which shamelessly displayed her wealed and bruised buttocks and revealed her hairy anal area and pouting parted vulva.

He seemed satisfied with her position but still irritated that it had taken her so long to assume it.

He looked at Mrs Hough.

“I would normally punish her for such an error, but it seems that I should leave her buttocks until they have recovered before inflicting further punishment. Do you have any suggestions?”

Jayne looked at the girl, leant forward and ran her nails over the wealed and bruised buttocks and thighs.  “I see your point, but I think that might be unduly lenient. It is entirely her own fault if she is stupid enough to earn more punishment before the marks of the earlier have faded. The sensitivity of the area will certainly increase the pain that she feels but, that in itself will be a valuable lesson for her to remember. On the other hand there is nothing to prevent you ordering a punishment to one of her many untouched areas such as her inner thighs. I understand from my housekeeper that my husband really hates that area being beaten and seems to find it rather uncomfortable, so may I suggest that I send her to the kitchens for Mrs Brady to lay on her wooden spoon to that area?”

With his agreement Mrs Hough pressed the servants’ bell and Mrs Brady soon appeared.

“I’m afraid we have some more unpleasant work for you said Jayne. This gentleman requires that the girl here receive an inner thigh beating with your spoon. Would you take her and return her for inspection when you have done that please?”

“Certainly Madam” she replied and turning to the seated husband. “Just how severely do you want the girl punished Sir?”

“Well Mrs Brady, this is very much a repeat offence that she has been warned about on several previous occasions so I want her to really feel it. I don’t want her secured in any way but obliged to remain in position and accept the pain as it is inflicted. Don’t worry about bruising her but lay on a properly severe punishment... if you please.” And turning to the now thoroughly frightened Anna, “and I don’t want to hear of any complaints from this lady about you failing to obey her in any way otherwise I will forget my kindness to your buttocks and lay another thrashing in that area!”

Mrs Brady left with her charge having been told that they would join her in a few minutes when she had had time to prepare the girl.

Several minutes later the three owners stood, and ordering James to accompany them, walked through the house to the kitchens. James, having felt the spoon before had an idea on what to expect but even he was surprised. Anna had been told to lay on her back lengthwise along the large sturdy table with her bottom on the edge her thighs clear of the table and her lower legs and  bare feet resting on two heavy chairs sitting back to back but well parted. She had removed her skirt and her less than pristine panties were displayed with the crotch stretched across her well parted thighs. Tufts of pubic hair were visible either side as the material failed to cover the entire spread crotch area. Despite her earlier shower a scent of sweat hung over the room partly from her soiled clothing and partly being generated from her nervous anticipation.

Mrs Brady handed the worn stained and heavy kitchen spoon to Anna’s husband for his inspection. He slapped it a couple of times against his palm and grunted that it seemed a little too lenient for his taste and emphasised that this was not to be a nominal infliction but one that would really hurt. He then leant over her spread and exposed thighs to move the chairs even further apart. He then looked down at the now shaking girl and told her that she would be expected to remain fully spread until she was told she could move and that any undue movement would result in a punishment by him. He then turned to Mrs Brady, gave her a brisk nod and stood back to observe.

She moved into position on the outside of Anna’s right thigh, raised the spoon and brought the back of it slapping down just above her knee with a loud splat. Anna was surprised just how much the stroke hurt, but managed to control her reactions to a low grunt.

Systematically Mrs Brady worked her way up the soft white inner thigh leaving ugly red blotches where the spoon had fallen. Each overlapped the previous and the last, almost touching the panty crotch made a total of six. She then walked around the two parted chairs and repeated the strokes on the inner left thigh.

She looked expectantly at Anna’s husband who then, without a word indicated to his wife that she was to move herself further up the table lifting her feet off the spread chairs.  He then positioned her feet so that they just touched but with her knees well apart so that the legs were in a squatting position that fully displayed the reddened inner thighs.

“If you please Mrs Brady, lay on three strokes with the front of the spoon to each set of previous marks. You girl, will remain in position...or else!”

James knew the different feel of the edges of the front of the wretched spoon only too well. It concentrated the weight over a narrower area and when laid on to the earlier bruises would be hell to take.

It was.

Anna was soon in tears and as the second stroke hit she instinctively closed her legs drawing them up to her chest. There was total silence as she repositioned herself breaking the silence with a sobbed “Sorry Sir!” to her husband.

The same happened with the other thigh and though the full number had been laid on she remained spread knowing only too well that she would now have to pay the price for her disobedience.

“You have embarrassed me beyond belief girl. You can forget any leniency that your previous beatings might have earned and you can certainly expect a sound thrashing when we return home tonight. In the meantime I will bring you shortcomings to your immediate attention. Close your legs and bring them up to your chest...now part the knees and keep them bent.”

This position had the effect of displaying the pubic area as it bulged under the panty crotch with its divide clearly visible. He took the spoon from Mrs Brady.

“I will now lay six slaps across your genital area, three with the back of this spoon and three with the front. It is obviously going to hurt but you will keep your knees up and parted...otherwise I will start again. Your pubic hair and panties will offer you some protection but the way you normally gape in that area... it won’t be much.”

As he positioned himself to the side of the table her legs started to shake with fear and anticipation. She was not aware how Mrs Hough and her friend moved to the end of the table to have the better view of the infliction as her eyes were tight shut.

With each stroke her legs flexed and moved, but went back to the spread position. Each was laid on hard and the final three slapped into the swollen mound with even greater harshness. When told she could dismount she stood trembling with her legs wide apart to ease the throbbing from her outer and inner labia.

With permissive nod from her husband Anna replaced her skirt and then the party returned to the more comfortable area of the house for coffee served by Mrs Brady. Naturally, this service was not extended to the two errant spouses who were left standing at attention in front of the ones who were relaxed in their comfortable arm chairs.

Mrs Hough announced that she was leaving for the USA in a few days on an important business trip and that she would be taking her new boy-friend... but James would have to be left behind. She expressed her concern that whatever progress had been made in his training she was anxious that he not be allowed to slip back in any way. Anna’s husband, seemingly oblivious to the girl’s constant fidgeting as she tried to remain at attention despite the constant throbbing of her recent beating, remarked that he had used the services of a lady down in the West Country who offered a discrete service of that nature. She was fully conversant with the needs and methods of control and took on both male and females under discipline. Her fees were rather high but he had seen several of her “guests” including his own wife and could vouch for her dedication in maintaining the highest standards of obedience.

He went on to say that the good lady verged on the overly strict approach but better that than allow any backsliding. He offered to see if she could accept James and, taking his mobile ‘phone out, called her.

It seemed that she did indeed have a vacancy and so he passed the mobile to Mrs Hough who provisionally booked him in for the next day...so that he would have time to “settle in” and she could advise on any problems with him before she left.

Having confirmed that the lady, Miss Finch, was aware that he would require constant supervision and the strictest level of control, Mrs Hough agreed to complete the lengthy form that would shortly arrive in her email and cover all items from his allowed clothing, training weaknesses that needed extra attention, punishment and discipline guidelines, maintenance beating routine and schedules and all the other details that would be needed to ensure a productive stay for the hapless husband.

Having said their farewells to Anna and her husband, Mrs Hough and her boyfriend disappeared to her office to complete the forms required by Miss Finch. The first surprise was when Jayne read through Miss Finch’s extensive CV and found that following her initial employment as a travelling sales representative in correctional goods, she had formed her own company. She now specialised in the test and development of a wide variety of items for the use of those in employment in Correctional Centres as well as the many housewives and husbands who had taken up the challenge of disobedient spouses.

The form was in the multi-choice form where Jayne simply had to tick the boxes that most reflected her attitude and wishes. Should the overall level of discipline be (a) Nominal (b) Firm (c) Strict or (d) Harsh. Was any part of the body excused from the application of the appropriate pain? ...and if the answer was Yes, she was invited to state what areas were not to be punished.

It would have taken some time to complete the form in the best interests of James, but that was hardly her concern. She quickly ran he pen down the empty boxes so that a tick was placed against the far right column which would permit every facility offered by Miss Finch to be available to her and to the degree she though reasonable. This certainly included the section on “Personal service duties and training”. The area on Maintenance beatings was however ticked in detail as she wanted them to be just how she had already carried them out, plus a few other ideas that would help to make Friday nights memorable. In that way it would remind James that he was still under the distant control of his wife as well as Miss Finch.

James was woken by his alarm clock at 5am. As he had been instructed on the previous evening by his wife, he quickly visited the toilet, shaved and showered and walked out of what had been his own front door where one of the company cars were waiting.

He had been told not to take any personal items let alone luggage as his temporary owner would supply everything she thought he needed. He noted that the driver had been told not to enter into any conversation and soon hit the motorway system heading south-west. Despite the discomfort from his backside he did his best not to change position too often and attract the driver’s attention during what turned out to be a long journey.

There was one brief stop at a Motorway Service Centre for the toilets and then another long drive.

Eventually he was dropped outside an isolated and large old house with numerous outbuildings in the grounds. He walked up to the front door and pulled the knob set in the brickwork, hearing a bell clang in the distance. When nothing had happened he rang the bell again and after a minute or so the heavy oak door was opened by a well built lady in her late forties with her greying hair swept back in a formal bun and dressed in a business suit.

“James Hough reporting Ma’am he said nervously. The woman looked at him with total disdain and motioned him to enter.

Once the door had closed she looked earnestly at him, smiled and told him to close his eyes which he did. He didn’t hear her right palm as it was raised and brought swinging down to connect with his right cheek with a level of force that nearly knocked him over. Before he could react, her other hand had slapped into his left cheek with equal force.

“You never again use the front door Hough unless you are accompanying a lady of the house. I shall report you for this error believe me. You are here as a servant and nothing else and you had better remember that!”

Seething with anger she led him through to an office, told him to wait outside and, having knocked, went in closing the door behind her. It took a few minutes before the door opened and he was ushered in to a large well lit room with a large impressive desk. Behind it sat a thirties-something lady with long dark hair in a smart business suit.

She looked him up and down with disdain.

“My name is Miss Finch. You will be in my care until your wife sends for you again on her return from her business trip. I and my staff have been given total authority over you and you can expect to be disciplined as we consider necessary. All my staff are to be addressed as either Ma’am or Miss as they direct and will be totally respected and obeyed at all times. As well as my staff, and there are many ladies employed here, we have a squad of female prisoners seconded from one of the Correctional Centres that you may have heard about. You will see their two escorting wardresses who will also have authority over you and you should also realise that you are junior to and subservient to even the 12 female prisoners whom you will also address as Miss. I have read the reports from your Assessment and the other ladies and like your wife, I am far from convinced that you will learn the easy way so have instructed my staff to extend no leniency and to discipline you for any mistake that you make. You will have no right of appeal and should you try to question any orders or punishments that my ladies decide you need...you will deal directly with me”.

“One further point: The business here is the design, testing and production of items for the State Correctional Centres and domestic use. This includes everything from prisoner uniforms, disciplinary items such as items of wear that will cause discomfort, humiliation and serve to establish the lowly status of the male or female prisoner and of course, a wide range of implements with which the policy of rigorous corporal punishment is inflicted. The female prisoners are here for the express purpose of being used for testing of all of our products and are therefore subjected to frequent experiments by my staff. You and they may consider the deliberate application of pain for such reasons to be unfair and illegal, but we have Government approval and, subject to the continuing approval of their visiting inspectors, we will continue to test our products to the full.

Your primary role here during the time your wife decides to leave you in our care will be to act as a general servant to any staff member, visiting wardress or even at times to any of the female prisoners. You will also spend time in our retail shop which caters for members of the public and supplements our extensive web page offering items that we produce. You may be required to help answer any queries that customers may have regarding their possible purchases for use on their male servants and finally, as we are a test and development site, you will be required to carry out trials on any products that are under test and are more suitable for the male application. In brief Hough, you will be used for whatever jobs we may wish and will be required to carry out all your tasks with the utmost effort and without complaint.

You should remember that you will be subjected to a strict disciplinary code for the slightest breach of any offence that one of my ladies might consider you have committed, so tread very carefully. My PA Mrs Eland will now take you for a uniform fitting and then find you your first task.

Dismiss!”

Shaken by all the implications of what might happen to him in this new situation, James carried out a smart about turn and marched off after Mrs Eland, who was already exiting the office.

He followed her down a series of corridors that held offices and what seemed to be a production factory and eventually arrived in a large retail shop. What chilled him to the bone was the rack after rack displaying the products that were for sale. One was devoted to bamboo canes of every size and severity with others devoted to straps, paddles and other instruments of punishment. Several mannequins displayed what seemed to be uniform type clothing for both male and females neither of which emphasised modesty in any form. There was a large wooden counter behind which stood an attractive lady in her late thirties with short fair hair and wearing a blouse and skirt. She was attending to an older lady wearing a tweed suit and sensible shoes who had laid a selection of riding crops on the counter to examine.

Mrs Eland waited patiently taking care not to distract the customer from her purchase. The lady spoke:

“I’m really spoilt for choice here. They are all slim and flexible so I need to choose the one that will sting without causing too much bruising.” Thoughtfully she gave two of them a practice swish. She eventually reduced her choice down to two crops, one brown in colour with a large tab at the tip and another black one somewhat thinner with a tassel of knotted cord at the tip. Both looked vicious items to James as he pondered their eventual victim’s reaction.

The lady assistant spoke:

“I think I can be of some help with your choice here Madam, since you haven’t brought your girl-servant with you why not try them out on one of our junior assistants?”

She turned to direct her voice to the entrance to the rear of the shop.

“Girl, get out here!” she commanded.

A tall female in her early thirties appeared dressed in a shirt, short skirt and stockings who was obviously the duty model for the shop. She was tall and well built with fair hair tied back in a tight bun. She had a look on her face of both fear and abject resignation.

“We have one of the Correctional Centre inmates on duty here in the shop as a model for anything a customer might be interested in buying. They have to work in shifts and this one came on duty at 2pm. So far she has assisted three customers by taking strokes from various implements that they wished to try.  Fortunately for her, two other customers brought their servants with them and so those servants were used to try out the implements.  Do you punish your servant over clothes or on the bare Madam and what normal position do you prefer?”

The girl was concerned to hear that customer always punished on the bare and preferred a position that would ensure a tight rump. Even worse she commented that there was no need to worry about her modesty.

“Well girl, as you have heard this lady wishes to try out a couple of the riding switches so...skirt and panties off and then I want you over this punishment horse.”

The girl stripped as she had been instructed revealing that her buttocks and upper thighs had indeed been used for earlier demonstrations. She knew however that no form of protest or pleading would be tolerated so meekly followed the two women to the far side of the shop where various horses were on display. They were well separated and all of a heavy leather padded construction with various straps with which a victim could be secured. She was told to mount a simple thick tube mounted on four legs so that in laying down the length with her crotch astride the tube, her ample buttocks were hanging over the end.

Because of the diameter of the tube her thighs were spread to the maximum and her hairy anal cleft and vulva blatantly displayed. This was made even more exposed when she lifted both feet to place them on the foot rests that raised her knees to be almost level with her hips so that she was in a supported squatting position. There were hand grips at the end that she quickly grasped knowing that she would need to hang on as hard as she could once the pain started. Behind her she could hear the woman constantly swapping the crops from one hand to the other and practicing swishing them through the air.

The lady assistant, a little disappointed that her sale would be limited to just one crop decided to try to add to the deal:

“There are a couple of items that you might like to consider Madam, as you mentioned light bruising we find that if the servant is figged, you know having something like ginger placed in their anal cavity, the buttocks are usually more relaxed and the bruising reduced slightly. Preparing ginger to the right shape is always a little time consuming so we have designed, tested and produced plastic devices that serve the same purpose. They are disposable, but of course with just one servant who can clean them afterwards, they can be used several times. Naturally, a hygienic applier is supplied as the area is rarely clean when a flogging is about to be received.”

She produced a white four inch long tube with a wide flange at one end. There were concentric  flexible discs every half an inch on the tube and almost an inch in diameter.

“We are looking at different sizes as we appreciate that this one size will be very tight on some servants and a little too slack on others, but once inserted it will always discourage clenching of the buttocks.

The tweed suited lady studied the item carefully and agree to being shown how it worked.

With a plastic tool that gripped the device at the flange, the assistant introduced the pointed end to the girls puckered anus and pressed it through the sphincter slightly.

Ignoring the girls gasp of discomfort she described how the flexible wide discs would flex to allow entry and how to ensure tightness lubrication was nor recommended, however when the area around the anus was somewhat hairy as in this case, the hairs would get pulled into the cavity which could prove painful in itself.. She then slowly worked the device into the girl’s anus until the flange fitted snugly into the anal cleft, pushed hard then relaxed allowing the discs to be pulled into the wide uncomfortable position, unclipped the hygienic applicator and stood back. The girl’s fidgeting soon convinced the lady that she would be avoiding any clenching manoeuvres when the crop was laid on.

Next the sales assistant walked back to the displays and returned with a litre bottle clearly labelled “Weal Enhancer”. She explained that it was always good practice to swab down any really prominent weals following a beating and the contents of this bottle would certainly provide a disinfecting service but would also really add to the tenderness of the skin. She explained that it was  recommended to be applied some minutes after the last stroke had been laid on and it came with a stiff toothbrush type applicator that would ensure it reached the parts that were sensitive.

So saying, she unclipped the brush from the side of the bottle, dipped it in for a few seconds and then, having selected an existing weal that was prominent of the girl’s spread buttocks, dragged the dripping wet and stiff brush along its length.

The reaction was instantaneous.

The girl almost stood on the foot rests thrusting her hips up. There was a second yelp as she forgot the anal probe and clenched her buttocks. It took several seconds before she regained the required position.

The lady smiled approvingly and asked the assistant to include both items on her bill, then holding the first crop she stood to the girl’s back and side and brought the first trial stroke whistling down to impact with a loud “whack” in the centre of the tight left buttock. Just seconds later the tab slapped into the centre of the right buttock.

They both hurt.

Before the girl had time to collect her thoughts the lady had changed to the long thin black crop and the first stroke had been brought whistling down across the two tab marks. It was followed three seconds later by the second which almost overlaid the first.

The girl desperately bucked and lurched but each movement caused more pain to the invaded soft delicate anus. It took several seconds until her breathing returned to normal and she was told to dismount.

The lady in tweeds showed her both crops and asked which one of the two she would choose if she was due for more strokes. Without hesitation she pointed to the brown tabbed one.

The lady simply turned to the assistant and told her to wrap up the other crop and add it to the bill for both the anal figgers and the antiseptic. With the business concluded and following the usual pleasantries she departed.

The assistant casually had the girl bend over the counter whilst she, without any thought to minimise the discomfort of the retraction, pulled the anal device out with the applicator. She then handed it to the girl with a sniff of distaste and told her to clean it up as there was no point in throwing it away in case another customer wished to try it on their servant later in the day.

Turning to James, having ascertained that he was there for uniform issue, she ordered him to strip completely.

Such an action would normally have been immediately rejected, but having been conditioned by the girl’s obedience to the assistant’s orders, he quickly removed his clothes at the same time that the girl was replacing hers on the other side of the room.

When he stood naked in front of her, the assistant produced a tape measure and without any embarrassment ran it over him to determine his sizes. She then circulated around various shelves and cupboards locating the clothes he would be required to wear whilst in Miss Finch’s tender care.

First he was handed an abbreviated form of athletic support and James immediately noted that the inside of the pouch was lined with a Velcro material. Once he had carefully donned that uncomfortable garment he soon realised that the rough lining was more than a little uncomfortable around his sore partially erect penis and scrotum. He was also aware that it might preserve his modesty a little but would do nothing to protect his buttocks from any form of punishment implement.

Next came a pair of plain white trainers for his feet, a thin white T shirt and a pair of extremely thin almost translucent shorts.

She also issued him with the usual shaving kit, toothbrush and toothpaste as well as a large bar of cheap soap and towels. What puzzled him was a short Velcro covered strap that was also thrown into a small bag with the more mundane items. 

Mrs Eland then resumed control of James and marched him back through the factory section to the office block. She brought him to a halt outside a door with the name “Miss Sophie Ellis” embossed on a plate. After a cursory knock a voice instructed them to “Come in please” and James found himself at attention in front of a desk behind which stood a very tall well built lady with fair hair in a ponytail , noticeably large chubby breasts swelling under a partially unbuttoned blouse, heavy hips and most surprisingly to James, a warm and welcoming smile. In front of her was a large file with his name prominent on the front.

Mrs Eland excused herself and Miss Ellis motioned James to take a seat.

“Feeling a little nervous James?” she enquired with an even broader smile.

James stuttered his reply remembering to address her as Ma’am.

“I think I had better explain what my duties are with you James” she replied. I am somewhat different to the other ladies that you will meet in this establishment who have basically chosen to be here because they enjoy having power over male and female servants or prisoners. To me it’s just a job, a well paid job but a job none the less. You will find me a little less starchy than the others and I will only punish you when told to do so. I won’t enjoy it any more than you will, believe me.  Having said that, as my job depends on maintaining a reputation for strictness, you won’t find that I lay on any love taps ...but more of that later.

Miss Finch has appointed me to be the person you report to and who will have to discipline you if you step out of line...which I sincerely hope you won’t. This means that any of the ladies here can give you an on the spot beating with the straps they carry, but if they think a more serious punishment is needed they will put you on report to Miss Finch via their computer terminals...she will then decide and let me know. I also have to punish the female prisoners so I get plenty of practice. One word of warning, most of the staff are reasonably fair, but do watch out for the two wardresses, particularly the short plump one. She is a real stickler for discipline and if she picks on you...well...just try to avoid her.”

For the first time for weeks James felt that he had found, if not a friend, then someone who would at least allow him some self respect. Her next remark came therefore as rather a shock.

“I’m afraid James that I have to inspect and report on your general condition so if you wouldn’t mind, you will have to completely strip for me. Do try not to be embarrassed and I will try not to hurt you if I can. This will make a pleasant change from my normal job of sticking my fingers up the girl’s bottoms checking for anything illicit.”

Somewhat taken aback James stood and removed his newly acquired t shirt, shorts and trainers. Miss Ellis’s raided eyebrows then convinced him to remove his athletic support and stand nervously naked in front of her desk.

Smiling at his obvious embarrassment she stood, walked around the desk and sat on the front of it gently pushing him back a little to make room for her.

“Let’s start with checking those areas that we most often use to apply our implements.” She said reaching up and turning him around to face away from her. “I have read your report and see that you have been beaten fairly recently so let’s see how your skin and muscles have recovered, now bend over and spread your legs for me please.”

Looking behind him he could see her parted calves as she leant forward and ran her hands gently over his still bruised and tender buttocks lifting then pulling them apart to check the anal cleft. He winced at the pressure and heard her gently apologise.

Next she had him stand facing her.

“I read that your Housekeeper elected to punish you on your inner thighs James so please put your right leg on the chair at right angles to your left...don’t be shy, my word she certainly bruised you, it must have hurt terribly when she did it, especially if your thighs were still bruised from the previous application. I suppose you earned it so I won’t waste too much time on sympathising. Are they as tender as they look?” she asked briskly rubbing the soft bruised inner thigh with her hand.

By now, despite his best efforts his penis had risen and fully hardened but instead of being annoyed she smiled and remarked that it would make her inspection that much easier.

With both of his feet on the ground but with his legs wide she leant forward from her position sitting on the desk and gently held his member. Her blouse sagged at the front giving him a disconcerting glimpse of her large breasts encased in a simple white brassiere.

“According to the report you were made to wear a constricting device on your penis that would hurt if you erected.” She looked up into his eyes not at all fazed by his obvious interest in her chest.

“Yes Ma’am, but it made my penis extremely sore when I had worn it for a week or so and it still hurt even when I wasn’t erecting.”

“Well James. These things are not designed for comfort and as having an erection is in the nature of a personal problem, you shouldn’t expect too much sympathy, but I will examine the area and see how things are.”

Holding the root of his erect penis with her left hand she slowly and sensuously pushed is foreskin fully back with her right. She then ran her finger tip gently around the sore and inflamed area behind his glans where the chastity device his wife had insisted upon had done its job.

“You realise that one of the products we make here are a variety of penis restrictors, some are of the type that fits comfortably and simply prevents an erection by constriction, others do it by constriction and making it rather painful. You seem to have been fitted with the latter type and it certainly seems to have done its job. However, as your wife has not stipulated that we fit any such device we had better get this treated.”

She released him and leant back reached for her ‘phone and called someone that James gathered was the factory nurse. It didn’t take long before they were joined by a very young, eighteen years old or so, slim mousy looking girl in glasses dressed in a nurses uniform and carrying a stainless steel dish covered in a green cloth which she placed on the desk.

Miss Sophie grasped his penis again pushing the foreskin uncomfortably to the rear and showed the nurse what she thought the problem was. The nurse then took over the examination by pulling on a pair of black latex gloves before uncovering the dish and selecting a pair of small steel tongs.

Not wishing to handle a servant personally, she gripped his penis firmly and somewhat uncomfortably half way down the shaft over the area where the foreskin was stretched. She twisted the member in all directions as she looked all round the glans at the inflamed area...and pronounced her diagnosis:

“This irritation problem is one entirely of his own making in continually trying to get a stiffy when restricted. We should really let nature take its course, but if you insist I will treat the problem” With that she picked up a tube that when opened and squeezed on to her finger smelt of some form of strong antiseptic. This she vigorously rubbed around his glans whilst holding the tongs to prevent movement.

It stung like hell and his erection was rapidly deflating, so James was tempted to grasp the penis to try to remove it. His movement was curtailed by the nurse snapping at him to put hands hand on his head and to keep still!

She then asked Miss Ellis if she had checked the testicles and his rectum for illicit items. Hearing that she had yet to do that, they agree that she might as well finish the inspection as she was there. This news did little to comfort James as he realised her idea of being thorough was likely to be more painful than Miss Ellis’s.

It was!

Having discarded the tongs but keeping James standing feet wide apart and hands on head the young nurse gripped his scrotal area with her gloved hands. Miss Sophie remarked that he had been given testicle punishment by his previous owner’s staff so they did need checking. The nurse then  held his left testicle firmly with the finger tips of both hands as she felt its entire area through the wrinkled protective covering of the scrotum. She was thorough and as the pressure of the enquiring finger tips was applied and released James was in constant movement of his hips as he tried to accept the discomfort without complaint. Despite his efforts his movement was not appreciated by the nurse who clearly had no concerns for his comfort, only that she examined him as she thought necessary.

The fingers moved to his right testicle and the pain and humiliation of having to accept this young girl’s actions without complaint recommenced. This time his feet moved inwards in protection but her warning glance was enough to cause him to resume his splayed position. He was hardly recompensed by looking at her from close quarters, rather flat chested and dowdy she was not, in any way, an object of sexual desire. Rather she was yet another female in his life that he would have to submit to in the hope of reducing any pain or humiliation.

She eventually finished handling his testes with a comment to Miss Ellis that they appeared normal.

She then ordered him to turn around and bend over the large desk with legs wide apart. As she spoke she was applying  cream from another tube to the fingers of her right hand. He was then told to reach behind him and pull his buttock cheeks wide apart for her inspection which, embarrassingly, he did.

There was no gentle entry by her probing fingers, this was a simple cavity search and she showed no interest in being anything but thorough. Discomfort amounting to pain and humiliation at being subjected to such a process did not concern her as she forced first one the two then three fingers deep into his rectum then twisted them in all directions feeling for any item that might be secreted. It was little consolation to James that all the females had been subjected to the same cruel fingers in the same humiliating orifice. To make his humiliation even worse, she finished by rubbing his prostate firmly for some time then checking his penis again for any signs of leakage.

She ordered him back to the legs apart hands on head position and with a few pleasantries to Miss Ellis, departed.

Miss Ellis motioned him to sit down, but before he could ,she handed him some kleenex to keep the lubrication off the seat.

“Sorry about that James” she said with a comforting smile. “It just proves my point about keeping on the right side of the staff here; believe it or not she went easy on you. She usually reduces the new girls to tears when they arrive for their week ...and one would think that they are all fairly hardened by already being in the correctional system. It always surprises me how much pain and humiliation one young nurse can inflict when carrying out a routine medical examination. Has the antiseptic stopped stinging yet?”

James indicated that it hadn’t, in fact it had made his penis unbelievably sore. Miss Ellis looked concerned and took him into her adjoining toilet. As he stood, still embarrassingly naked by the sink, she gently soaped his organ in warm water to remove the medical cream then suggested that he urinate to wash out any that had been forced into his urethra. He was relieved when she left him in privacy to carry out that act.

On his return she handed him more tissue to complete the public wiping of his bottom then told him to get dressed which he did with some relief.

She then told him that his next appointment would be in the Test and Development section where the newer products were field tested. As the only male in the place at present he would be required to act as a guinea pig for any specifically male items that were being assessed. She then said goodbye with the whispered warning to keep his head down and nose clean.

Not appreciating how difficult both of those tasks would be, he soon found his way to the Department and knocking on the door, entered.

Inside it was laid out much like a laboratory with benches; various test equipment and many computer screens. He was approached by a middle aged lady with short dark hair and wearing a white lab coat on which was her name tag “Mrs Troughton.”

“At last!” she remarked sarcastically...”We have a male subject for out tests. Has the function of this department been fully explained to you Hough?” He said that it had not.

“We are here to field test the prototype implements and clothing before they go into production. To do that we need human volunteers such as yourself. It may seem a little unfair that we will subject you to a degree of pain and embarrassment without you actually offending in any way, but that is the way things are here. We do try to spread the impact around all the subjects we are allocated but, as you may have noticed, we have a dozen female subjects to use but only one male at present. That means that you will have to accept any trials that come up for male subjects... but at least, as most implements are uni-sex, that will let you off much of the cane and strap testing.”

As Mrs Troughton was briefing James one of the female prisoners marched in and reported to a female researcher at one of the stations.

“Well, Hough, here is a demonstration of what I was telling you, this female is here for...” she checked her computer screen...” A trial of one of the many breast punishment devices that we are designing.  It seems that there is a demand for something that can be used on a girls breasts without causing and harm but will be an adequate punishment for any breast related offence such as wearing an incorrect brassiere or one that is less than pristine. It shouldn’t take long so you can watch and learn.”

She walked over to the open area in front of the bench where a video camera had been set up by another researcher. The prisoner, a tall well built girl in her mid-thirties was told to stand on a spot in front of the camera and strip to the waist. She looked around, taking in the presence of Hough and Mrs Troughton and was clearly frightened by the idea that her breasts were about to be hurt. She knew better that to delay the event and stripped off her shirt and plain tight bra placing them on the bench and revealing the reasons for selecting her for this particular trial.

She was told to stand, feet apart with her hands clenched behind her head so that her large pointed breasts were thrust forward and the natural sagging of each large mammary was minimised. The researcher, a much younger plump female with crinkly red hair pulled back into an informal bunch then briefed her as to what was to happen:

I am about to inflict five slaps of a new breast slapper on each of your breasts. You will remain rigidly in position and will in no way try to avoid the slaps or to impede my delivery. It is designed to hurt you and you will simply accept that pain without comment. If you fail to assist in this trial in any way you will be placed on report to be dealt with in a formal punishment. Do you understand?”

The wretched girl was now starting to shake slightly but managed a respectful “Yes Ma’am”.

The researcher went over to her bench and produced what looked at first glance to be a thicker version of a fly swat made out of flexible and light plastic. It was attached to a short springy wooden handle. She stood in front of the prisoner, raised her hand and brought the implement down across the upper surface of the left breast with an audible slap. The surface compressed then bounced and rippled back into shape.

The girls moved slightly and screwed her face as the pain peaked.

The nipple and areola were much larger than the average and gave each breast an almost impudent upturned look. The researcher gently stroked the left nipple with the slapper and after a few seconds the nipple reacted to the gentle chaffing and swelled to its full size protruding by three quarters of an inch. She then brought the slapper up and then down to impact on the super sensitive area in a downward motion that compressed the areola as it dragged down across the breast.

The girl nearly broke position, but with her teeth bared and eyes screwed tight she managed to hold it.

By now the imprint of the first slap was apparent with a red square on the upper surface. The slapper was then brought up under the breast to impact the underside. This lifted the breast especially the now throbbing nipple area. The final two slaps were to either side of the increasingly reddened globe making the breast swing against the chest.

To her credit, or perhaps to the credit of the level of fear that she felt about further punishment, the girls remained in the strained position. However her upper body was now visibly damp and the faint scent of perspiration became noticeable to the spectators. Her eyes were unnaturally wide as she scanned the room in the vain hope that only one breast would need to be experimented upon and that someone might intervene, but then realised that the researcher was already positioning herself to deal with the other one.

And she did, following the same sequence on what was a slightly larger target with the girl clearly being right handed.

It was far from over. The breasts were videotaped in close up with the researcher casually lifting and displaying them by holding each nipple firmly in turn causing the subject pain that had no purpose in the trial, but gave her assailant the pleasure of maintaining control of a prisoner just for the sake of it.

Finally she was told to get dressed and when she nervously asked if she could leave her too tight bra off was told curtly that she could not. She was then watched as she visibly shook as she forced her reddened and sore breasts into their containers.

Mrs Troughton then grasped James by the ear and cruelly pulled him round the laboratory, head down, until they reached another section. This was manned by a fair haired slim female in her ubiquitous white coat but holding something that looked similar to the breast slapper. This, however, was padded in what looked like soft cotton material.

Looking up at James she smiled with pleasure. “At last” she said,  ”A male for the Extended Testicle Slapping trials.”

James heart fell through his stomach. Surely his most sensitive area was not to be treated as the girl’s breasts were. He could well remember being hit with the wet panties by Mrs Brady and not only how much it had hurt but how humiliating it was and how totally vulnerable it had made him feel.

His hopes were dashed when Mrs Troughton said that she had to be in a meeting and would leave the male with her for the briefing and initial exposure. Still smiling the researcher said that this trial had been long overdue as customer demand had recently increased when it was known that the Correctional Centres had officially approved of scrotal punishments under certain circumstances. The testes were, after all the most sensitive part of the male and to ignore them when it came to inflicting effective punishment was ridiculous.

“I understand that you are available to me for some time so this trial protocol is for one week but with a different lady administering the treatment once every day to get a balanced view of the effectiveness. It may be administered anywhere in the centre, but always in the same format. I will lay on the first dose so remove your shorts and support please.”

The word “please” came almost as a bigger surprise than the order to undress, but James didn’t hesitate. Having removed his shorts he slipped down the support -glad to removes the prickly inside from close contact with his genitalia. The researcher told him to spread his legs for inspection...which he did. Slipping on a blue latex glove she then reached forward under his enlarging penis and gently cupped the scrotum and spreading his testicles apart with her fingers. She then juggled them up and down to assess their freedom of movement.

“The protocol requires the testicles to be hanging free, which they certainly are. If you have any treatment on a cold day, or perhaps where you are unduly frightened and the scrotum contracts, you will have to ask the lady who deals with you to apply a hot towel or similar to relax the muscle. It will be in your own interests, as being hit on the testes when they are constricted will be excessively painful.”

Rather than reassure him as to the kindness and consideration he was about to receive, the briefing convinced him that he would be handled like the proverbial laboratory rat to comply with the so called protocol. The true feelings of his wife towards him were becoming more apparent every second that passed. He would have no option, as she well knew, other than to accept this form of servitude or face criminal proceedings that would ruin him.

He was snapped back to reality by the woman in charge ordering him to stand in front of a chair that she had moved to... but with his back to her. He was then told to bend over and support himself with his hands on his knees. As if that wasn’t humiliating enough he then had to bend his knees outwards so that he was, in effect, squatting. He could sense how his scrotum was hanging well beneath his parted buttocks with the testes swinging with every movement.

The red head then told him she would slap his testicles twice with an interval of one minute between slaps. He was to remain in position during the inflictions and until she told him to stand. Any undue movement, and she would be the sole judge of that, would result in an extra slap until he learned to obey. She then added the somewhat unnecessary to James remark: “This will hurt!” then added “But no damage will be caused!”

James realised that after being kept waiting in the position for some minutes that she was deliberately adding to the punishment by increasing his fear. A combination of the position and that fear caused him to start trembling slightly. Suddenly the implement touched his hanging bulbs, was removed then brought back to make contact with a flicking motion that caused the padded swat to hit both testes evenly and bounce them forward.

It was not a crippling pain but it hurt enough for him to really dread the next slap and to have some difficulty in overcoming his natural inclination to reach through his legs and hold his lower scrotum protectively.

Somehow he managed to hold position and as the inevitable slap struck home he resisted the temptation to rear up.

She kept him there for fully two minutes, then told him to stand. She then told him about the rest of the trial: Every day at around three pm in the afternoon he would hear his name called over the PA system and then the name of the staff member he had been allocated to. He was to collect the trials implement from the laboratory along with the paperwork, take both to the lady involved and hand them over so that she could carry out the trial for that day. He would then be required to follow her every instruction until she released him for other duties. Unbelievably this meant that he would be getting his balls painfully slapped every day for an indefinite period by a woman he had only just met. He hoped, without too much confidence that some would be easier on him than others, but from what he had seen so far, knew that dream to be unlikely.

She told him that he should now report to the Wardresses who were there to control the twelve female prisoners as they would be in charge of him for the rest of the day.

He found the long barrack block type hut to which the prisoners had been allocated. A long open room contained the institutional style beds, six on each side and neatly made, with a cupboard and small wardrobe next to each one. At the end was the toilet block with a row of sinks and opposite them four open toilet cubicles and four open shower stalls. Next was a small windowless storeroom containing shelves full of cleaning materials, toilet rolls and various brushes and general cleaning equipment. A deep wash basin and drying rack was along one wall. Strangely there was another bed in there crammed into the small space. The floor throughout was highly polished and the general state of the washbasins and toilets was clean and shining.

He heard a sound of movement from the far end of the hut so walked back past the beds until he found what looked like an office door at the entrance end. On it was a sign “Wardress Office”.

He knocked and heard a female voice saying “Enter!” As he walked in he noticed an office desk in front of which stood a short plump brunette dressed in the obligatory uniform of shirt and short skirt but with her skirt raised and her panties around her knees. Sitting behind the desk was a tall hatchet faced very slim lady in her thirties dressed in a grey skirt and jacket with rank badges on the shoulder over a grey shirt and blue tie. Her uniform hat sat on the desk. Her name tag displayed the name “Senior Officer Norton”.

He was told to stand against the side wall and to keep quiet, which he fully intended to do without the order. The Officer then continued to berate the female displaying her bare buttocks already reddened by some form of broad strap.

“Despite my earlier application of the strap you still failed to tidy your bed space at the morning inspection girl, so you will now have to feel it again. I am somewhat limited by the rules in that I can only lay on three strokes at a time, but you will find that I can do that several times a day if the mood so takes me. While you are displaying your private areas I might as well carry out a routine panty inspection... so take them off and let me see them.”

With a look of some horror at James the girl struggled out of the tight white bikini panties and blushing deeply, placed them on the desk top.

“I said girl, that I wanted to see them! You are well aware of how to present panties so do so NOW!” With even more blushes the girl picked up the garment and held it up between her hands so that the crotch was tight and fully exposed. Miss Norton leant over and peered at the material then pointed to a small damp mark. It was a barely discernible yellow stain but enough for the girl to have failed the test. She stutteringly tried to excuse herself saying that she was in the toilet when Miss Norton sent for her and had to rush but there was no understanding or mercy to be had from that quarter, just a simple but frightening entry of her name into a book labelled “Daily Offence Reports”.

“That will no doubt be dealt with later but right now you will receive a taste of the strap. Bend over so that you grip the far side of my desk then spread your feet wide apart.” She then indicated that James was to move out of the way to the girl’s rear to give her a good swing with her right arm. The desk was a little lower than the girl’s torso resulting in her buttocks being high and spread. From where James stood her cheeks were parted and it was obvious that depilation of that personal area was not required. Her face could just be seen and was a bright red with embarrassment.

The Officer unhooked the strap from her waist belt and ran it tenderly through the fingers of her left hand. She then brought it up over her right shoulder and brought it down hard across the middle of the buttocks. The girls jumped and exhaled a jerk of air, but held her position. The second and third struck painfully home and the strap was then re-hooked to her belt.

“Get dressed and report back here in an hour for a little reminder on how panties should be presented for inspection. I may be only allowed to give you three strokes at a time but I intend to apply that permission several times to get you warmed up for tonight’s punishment session.” Still blushing furiously towards James, the girl struggled into her panties and departed, leaving him alone in front of the desk. Miss Norton sat in the chair, leant back and eyed him slowly up and down.

“I have been fully trained in handling male prisoners Hough so don’t get any ideas. I think I have just demonstrated that I have both the authority and intention of disciplining that young female and you will be next across this desk if you put a foot or word out of place. You have been allocated to me for a few hours until it is time to eat so first I will show you where you will be sleeping.”

To James’s concern he was to sleep in the bed crammed into the store and drying room. For the basic toilet and shower needs he would be allowed to use the female stalls when one was free, so not only would he be subjected to living around females in various states of dress or undress, he would also suffer the humiliation, like them, of having not the slightest shred of privacy when it came to his most basic needs. Miss Norton then emphasised his relative status in that he was junior to every female prisoner, could be ordered about by them and would have to remain respectful addressing them all as “Miss”.

She then told him that the group, with the exception of the girl that he had just seen strapped, were out on a fitness run and should be passing the area in which they were in just a couple of minutes. He was to follow her outside and observe the event.

It was a cold day and not one one which James would have liked to be enduring a cross country run. Soon the eleven females appeared over a slight hill pounding what seemed to be a perimeter road round the estate. James could see that the females were stripped to a thin vest and short blue skirt under which their panties could be seen. Short socks and white trainers completed their running dress and from the way the breasts were bouncing and swaying, no brassieres were allowed for chest support. The nipples, made turgid by the cold, were visibly pointing under the chafing vests. Miss Norton, speaking against the ice cold wind that was blowing, told him that the distance was one mile round the estate and that the requirement was to run the route seven times within a fifty minute time span if they wanted to escape any punishment. Before the run they had all be made to drink a pint of water and she was now allowing them a comfort stop as they would probably need to relieve themselves.

James expected that they would be allowed to visit the accommodation block but was in for a surprise. The sweating and steaming squad were called to a halt and made to form a line at arm’s length, facing Miss Norton and he.

“I appreciate that there is a male present so to reduce your embarrassment you will keep your panties in place. On my command you will squat with knees wide and skirt raised.”

“Squat!”

The breathless females all went down as ordered with several of their already flushed faces becoming even brighter as their spread panty crotches were displayed by their position  with their heels together supporting their buttocks and their knees wide and high.

“On my command you will all release your bladders. Any prisoner who does not will feel my strap.”

“Release!”

The threat convinced even the most bodily shy girl and with little hesitation, eleven clean panties displayed an increasing damp patch followed by a healthy gush of steaming yellow fluid that spread into a puddle beneath them and under their trainers rubber soles. The flow had hardly stopped before they were ordered to their feet with legs together, skirt still round their waist and standing rigidly at attention with the insides of their thighs glistening.

There would be no more resting. With one quick order from Miss Norton the squad were off again steaming even more in the cold wind. They had just 15 minutes left to complete the run without feeling leather as she put it. As they completed the next lap it was obvious to James that they were all but exhausted, but the sight of Miss Norton unhitching her strap seem to spur them on, and the pace visibly increased even though they were now strung out as the fitter females drew ahead.

As they reappeared approaching where Miss Norton stood effectively marking the finishing line the females were clearly exhausted with a wide gap between each one. The first six crossed the invisible line within the time scale allotted but the rest did not and once the last girl, a somewhat overweight blonde had crossed the line with her breasts flopping wildly. Both she and the others in the last five were lined up next to the still wet patches that they had left when they relieved themselves.

It was a quick three with the strap but rather than having them drop their panties she laid them on over the urine wet material seemingly adding to the impact. The breathless girls accepted the pain and indignity without complaint and the whole breathless squad were then sent, with James to the accommodation hut.

Miss Norton ordered them all into the toilet block to strip off the damp and sweaty clothes. The vests, socks and panties were hung on a drying frame that stood over a radiator in the store room to dry. The shivering and naked females were then sent into the showers with a queue forming as they each awaited their turn. It seemed, from their acceptance of Hough’s presence that they were well used to stripping in front of males.

Meanwhile James was told to place the trainers on the racks in the room and then ensure that the showers were properly cleaned after the girls had finished. The pairs of trainers each had an individual smell and had obviously been continually used for female exercise. He carefully and neatly placed them in the racks noting the pair that was already there; presumably belonging to the girl he had seen strapped.

It was some time before the female prisoners had finished showering and had removed themselves to their sleeping quarters. James found the cleaning materials near his own bed space and started cleaning down the soap scum and hair debris from the white porcelain trays and tiled walls. Several girls came in to use the toilets and to his surprise they simply sat there watching him without any apparent embarrassment. It took him some time until Miss Norton paid a cursory visit telling him to get off for his evening meal in the canteen with the now dressed females.

This was taken around a self service queue and eaten in total silence despite the absence of any staff. By nine o’clock they all went back to the sleeping accommodation where he entered his store cupboard cum bunk. The radiator had almost dried the damp intimate clothing but the odour of dried sweat and urine still permeated the room. James was sensible enough to realise that this had been Miss Norton’s intention so resolved to accept the problem and soon fell into a deep sleep.

He was awakened by a loud bell ringing.  All of the numerous wall clocks told him that it was 6am and, following a rush for the toilets where he found he had to join the queue of females awaiting the use of one of the open stalls, he was soon dressed and lined up with the shivering girls in the breakfast line. This was served by a large short surly female civilian who clearly objected to being obliged to perform such a service to a bunch of prisoners at such an early hour. James made the mistake of causing the woman more annoyance by asking for well done bacon which she supplied but with a look of utter fury on her round face.

The hours between seven and nine were filled by showering and routine cleaning of the accommodation block. Just before nine Miss Norton strode in and pinned a duty list to a notice board which was soon scrutinised by the anxious prisoners. When James could get near it he saw that next to his name was listed “Leather treatment shed”. Somewhat perplexed one of the girls told him that it was one of the pleasanter and safer jobs on offer where he would be employed oiling and preparing new straps and devices for delivery to customers.

He soon found the wooden building and went in. He was met by a red faced lady in her fifties who showed him to a work bench on which lay numerous leather tawses, straps and cuffs. All awaited oiling to make them flexible and more effective. In front of him was a large pot of oil that he would use to “feed” the leather and make it malleable.

The first tawse he picked up had come straight from the leather worker. It consisted of a two foot long leather strap with a carved grip at one end and a split the other extending a foot into the material. It was clearly designed to hurt and made of a thick type of hide nearly half an inch in depth. It felt heavy and James could well imagine the force with which it would soon be brought down on to some poor wretches buttocks or thighs. Because of its inherent flexibility the rough edges would leave nasty ridges on sensitive skin. There was a notice hanging over his work bench which said:

“Remember, the leather that you are working on could one day be used on you!”

James needed no such exhortation and started work with a will using a small cloth to soak up the oil and apply it liberally to the hungry pale hide.

Other implements followed and James did his best to make all of them humanely supple but soon realised that it would take days to really achieve the desired flexibility. There was a mid-morning coffee break for the staff but he was ignored by them as they sat in a circle on comfortable stools as he continued to rub and soak. Despite the lack of refreshment he needed to relieve himself so left the bench and walked down the corridor to the room labelled “Toilet”. He had just completed his release and was leaving when a young girl appeared from an office opposite and demanded to know what he was doing using a staff toilet.

He stood dutifully at attention in front of the young female and apologised humbly remembering to address her as “Miss”. Apparently satisfied she warned him not to use the room in future and walked off leaving him to return to his work bench.

Just before the lunch break he was visited at his bench by Miss Ellis looking somewhat agitated. She gestured him to follow her into an empty office and turned towards him looking less than pleased.

“James! I spent some time yesterday trying to explain how things work here so that it would make life easier for you and you already seemed to have collected a report on your attitude. Miss Finch always reviews these complaints when they pop up on her screen and she has messaged me that you are to be given a “Disciplinary”. It’s the last thing I want to do but I have no option other than to carry it out.”

Shaken by the news, James asked who had complained but Miss Ellis explained that anonymity was always maintained until the lady herself wanted him to know. She also had no idea what he had done to offend whoever she was. The complaint had been made and the punishment would follow without any questions or interference on anyone’s part. Becoming increasingly worried what was to happen to him he asked what was meant by a Disciplinary.

She explained that it was intended to be a sharp shock to bring anyone serving the organisation back into line quickly. It was a formal application of the cane and was designed to both hurt and humiliate rather more than the “playful taps” with the wardress straps that  he had already seen. The recipient would not be told the reason or the complainant but left to examine his or her memory of what errors they may have committed in the recent days. There were three grades and he was to receive a grade two which would consist of between ten and fourteen strokes across the thighs and /or buttocks. He would be naked and the event would have to be witnessed by at least one other staff member. She went on to say that she had seen from his records that he had felt the cane before but should be prepared for a really painful session today that she would be unable to protect him from in any way. Indeed, her job depended on her laying on the cane in a way that would be more painful than most of the staff. She had a reputation for strict discipline and she couldn’t risk going easy on him in any way, especially in front of a witness and bearing in mind that he may well be inspected afterwards.

Provided he took the cane without being restrained the number of strokes would be just ten, but if he did not remain in position and had to be strapped down this could be increased to fourteen. She advised him that he would almost certainly be unable to take ten without being secured so to ask for the twelve stroke option where he would be strapped down and not able to make things worse for himself. She told him that he had until he reported to her for the caning at 2pm to make his mind up.

“...and James, I won’t like this any more than you will...but it has to be done and done properly, and don’t forget to bring that Velcro strap that you were issued with.”

Shaken and dreading the afternoon session and yet still wondering what the purpose of the strap was, James went back to his work bench and continued oiling and polishing the leather products with his mind very much elsewhere. Could even the cook or the young secretary have the power to have him severely beaten for any minor mistake that he made? Was it perhaps one of the girl prisoners who had complained. He had been told that they were all superior to him in the hierarchy but could anyone of them really have him thrashed on a whim? He then realised that this form of anonymous complaint and punishment would mean that he would be walking on eggshells for the rest of his stay, forced to be humble and obedient to any one of the staff that he met.

Which was of course, the whole point of the system.

For obvious reasons he had little appetite for the mid-day meal but certainly noticed the number of uniformed ladies sitting at the top table who were constantly looking in his direction and clearly discussing him. It seems that there were regular visits from the Prisons Training Centre where all the new Warders and Wardresses were trained. Miss Finch appreciated the commercial benefits of making all the prisons staff aware of her products for when they reach a position such as one that has purchasing authority. It would seem that no expense or effort was too much for these guests when on the premises.

As the clock moved to 2pm, instead of returning to the work bench he went, as Miss Ellis had directed, to a large gymnasium type building some way from the factory buildings. He entered and found a polished wooden floored and well lit room with a contraption for securing hapless victims in the centre. Around this were comfortable chairs that were already filled with the young wardress group and several of the staff who had elected to view the afternoon’s entertainment...which was of course, him.

Miss Ellis, dressed formally in short grey skirt, blouse and knee boots acknowledged his arrival without a hint of recognition pointing towards a spot for him to stand awaiting her pleasure. She was in the process of describing the ethos behind the “Disciplinary” and to James’ horror was holding a fearsome cane that was obviously to be used on him.

His confidence that he was only to receive twelve strokes and that Miss Ellis was a basically kind person who would minimise the level of pain was shattered. What she hadn’t told him was that the implement would be twin plastic rods joined in a handle. It looked nearly four feet long and each polypropylene rod was white and the thickness of an index finger. She was demonstrating its flexibility by bending it between her hands then swishing it through the air.

“This is one of our newer and more effective products ladies. When you have a prisoner who has been rendered somewhat inured to the effects of the cane and has become what we would call a hardened case, this implement will bring them sharply back to reality and appreciative of just how much a punishment can hurt.  The candidate today is not a prisoner but has been sent here by his wife for advanced training in obedience. It may amuse you to hear that the event is being sent via Skype for his wife’s benefit in the First Class departure lounge at Heathrow where she is waiting to board her flight to the USA. Please feel free to pass the cane around and examine its weight and flexibility.”

This they did and the loud whirring sounds they made by practising their strokes did little to settle his nerves. He was then approached by the mousy little nurse he had met before. She ordered him to strip and then hand her the strap he held in his hand. As this would be in full view of the afternoon audience James found himself turning away to protect what was left of his modesty.

He was soon ordered to face the front and to stop slouching. She moved closer to him and to his surprise grasped his genitalia firmly in her left hand, encircling his penis and scrotum at their root. The Velcro strap was then wrapped round close and tightly to his body, trapping several pubic hairs painfully, and pulled tight. This had the effect f making his rapidly engorging penis and testes protrude indecently forward of his lower stomach and exposing him to some amusement by the assembled ladies.

“This cane is usually laid on with the recipients thighs well spread;” explained Miss Ellis, ”this naturally displays both the male and female genitalia rather prominently and certainly humiliatingly. Naturally with the males, it makes the dangling testes rather vulnerable to being caught by one of the cane tips. I’m sure that none of us worries too much about causing pain in that area but we certainly don’t want to cause any damage so it is safer if they are strapped tightly out of the way. Interestingly this male is undergoing a daily scrotum slapping with a new testicle paddle that is under development here in the factory so we don’t want to conflict with that assessment. If you have all finished examining the double cane, we will have him mount the frame and we can then carry out the punishment as required. There is just one more formality: As you have been told in training, a wardress inflicting a severe caning is encouraged to do so naked from the waist up so that her bare breasts emphasise the femininity of the punishment. I will therefore strip to comply with this rule. This will be done in full view of the male and I doubt that it will reduce his disgusting display of an erection in any way, but the cane will soon address that little problem.”

A titter of amusement went round the room. Miss Ellis stood directly in front of James and slowly removed her blouse exposing a frilly and feminine white brassiere that was clearly offering much needed support to two large breasts, she then reached behind her, unclipped the rear strap and, leaning forward let the bra slip from her chest. She then stood proudly displaying her breasts to the room as the nipples reacted to the cool air and protruded enticingly. Her intoxicating scent reached his nostrils and added to the emotional respect that he seemed to be feeling for her.

James could not believe that this was happening to him. This most kind and feminine of ladies, stripped to the waist with a pair of the most delightfully perky breasts was about to inflict considerable pain on him for no known reason. But what choice did he have?  His wife, apparently watching this by live relay held the promise of financial ruin and probably a prison sentence over him. He would have to accept whatever this establishment wanted to do to him.

Ignoring his lascivious stare Miss Ellis asked him one last question:

“Hough, do you elect to receive ten strokes unrestrained with the option of four more strokes for undue movement or do you elect to take twelve strokes fully secured to the frame?”

He elected to be restrained, now thankful of Miss Ellis’s earlier advice on the subject as he could now appreciate the advice she gave him that he would be unable to take the beating without being strapped down.

He nervously mounted the frame by first kneeling on the wide kneed pads that forced his thighs apart then leaning forward to place his lower arms in their places in line with the knees and much lower. He was more than aware how this left his buttocks high, tight and spread so that any female on the frame would feel totally exposed and vulnerable. His constricted scrotum and penis felt as if they were also vulnerable and he could but hope that the strap was holding them well clear of the tips of the canes arcs.

It was the nurse who secured the restraining straps around wrists, elbows knees and ankles. Finally a broad leather strap was pulled across his waist and as the nurse pulled it tight, his stomach was held down on a raised support thrusting his buttocks even more into prominence. Miss Ellis spoke:

“Well ladies, as you can see the position is one of humiliation as his genitalia and anus are fully exposed. I need hardly add that in the case of a female canee, her breasts would hang free and unsupported so that she kept nothing secret from us. In the interests of the subject here and to prevent any vocal outburst that would attract further punishment the Nurse will now apply a mouth gag.

This she did. A soggy pad of some material that had been used on countless females under punishment and kept soaked in a foul antiseptic solution was pushed into his mouth and a retaining strap secured behind his head. It was possible to breathe around the gag but this only added to the terrible taste. It would certainly muffle any sounds of protest that Miss Ellis was clearly expecting. Next the nurse picked up a small container from the floor in front of him and, retrieved a dripping towel from it, walked to his rear and wiped the running cloth soaked in cold disinfectant liberally over his buttocks and thighs so that some fluid ran down his anal cleft.

Miss Ellis then squatted down so that her naked and upturned breasts were at his eye level. “I will lay on these 12 strokes in batches of three with a minute or two between each batch to let you feel the full level of the inevitable pain. During this time I will position myself here in front of you so that you can fully appreciate that it is a female who is inflicting the pain. You will of course have no opportunity to avoid the strokes or to give us ladies the benefit of your views. You are here to suffer...and suffer Hough...you most certainly will. The Nurse here will count the strokes and at the completion will let me know if any of them failed, in her opinion, to be correctly delivered. If this is the case, I will then repeat that...or those...strokes.”

She stood and picked up the cane that the nurse had just wiped with the antiseptic. Standing to his left she lay the rods across the centre of his already bruised and marked buttocks noticing the twitch of anticipation they gave. She slowly raised the rods to behind her right shoulder and then brought them whirring down to slash into his waiting flesh. Without delay she then brought it down two more times across the same area. She then moved to his front and squatted down to watch his reaction.

The pain was far worse than any of the previous canings James had undergone. His eyes were screwed shut as he was forced to absorb it. As he opened them he could see the two breasts in front of him and looking down between them her parted knees with a glimpse of her panties between the stocking tops. She was more than aware of where he was looking and seemed to be tormenting him that such an attractive female had the authority to inflict so much pain. She even smiled sympathetically at him and held his chin for a brief fleeting moment before standing once more.

It seemed much longer than the minute or two that she had promised before the second batch were laid across his now throbbing buttocks. Mercifully they fell clear of the first three but as they struck his lower buttocks and the crease with his thighs they were just as excruciatingly painful. She again squatted in front of him and held his chin that was dribbling the foul tasting antiseptic on to the floor. She stared into his eyes and almost whispered some words of encouragement:

“Half way James, just two more sets to go...I know it hurts but that’s the way it has to be if you are to learn the lesson. I will avoid the new weals for the next three, but you will need to be brave for the last ones as they will have to overlay the weals around the crease with your thighs. I’m afraid they will hurt terribly as I won’t take a break after three and I have no choice other than to lay them on hard.”

And she did... bringing all six strokes down with a full swing of her arm. James could not help himself from screaming into the gag as so many females must have down on previous thrashings. Despite the pain he could only think how fortunate it was that he had elected to be secured as otherwise, he would be looking at even more lashes with the double cane.

The cold antiseptic that the nurse generously applied to his wealed and ridged buttocks came as a welcome relief until she rubbed it into the abraded skin with some enthusiasm so that the stinging added to the deep searing heat and throbbing. But at least it was over, or at least, he thought it was.

It was the nurse who suggested that the ladies might like to take a closer look at the effects of the punishment before their victim was released from the frame. Several of them rubbed their hands over the painful ridges and at least three used their nails to scrape then pinch the weals. Added to the scourging effects of the liquid the nurse swabbed over the weals it was almost as if the cane was being laid on again. It was with some relief that the nurse unfastened the restraining straps and assisted James, unsteadily to his feet.

The assembled audience left chatting excitedly about the efficacy of the double cane and James was left to remove his genital strap and dress in his flimsy kit. A glance at the clock reminded him that he was due to receive the next trial scrotum slapping so he hurried back to the test centre. The red haired woman handed him the padded swatter and a set of instructions with a broad smile and told him that the inflictor today would be Senior Officer Quinn and she would be waiting for him in the accommodation block.

His heart sank at the mention of this ladies name. She was Senior Officer Norton’s partner and the one lady that he had been warned about. He took some consolation that her powers of punishment would be limited to the scrotum and steeled himself to being as compliant as possible when he met her. With his buttocks throbbing and stinging as they were he did not want to receive even more pain on them this afternoon.

He entered the accommodation and knocked on the wardress office door. A muffled female voice called out “Enter” and he went in snapping to attention in front of the desk. Behind it sat a plump short lady in her late twenties with fair hair in a tight bun behind her unsmiling and plump face. James reported:

“Hough Ma’am... reporting for Trial number 46.”

“And what does that entail Hough?” she replied. Which left him even more apprehensive.

“It requires applying a slapper to a male’s scrotum Ma’am. I have the trial details for your information.” He handed her the paperwork ...and the slapper which she examined carefully.

“I hear that you have just been given a “disciplinary” Hough.” She casually remarked. “ They laid it on properly I trust?”

James assured her that “they” had and when questioned further admitted that it was still hurting. In an almost conciliatory manner she then said that she had better check and to strip for inspection. Once again he found himself obliged to remove all his clothes in front of a female that he didn’t know, but obediently did as she had told him.  Pushing her chair back from her side of the desk she instructed him, now naked, to come round her side and stand facing the desk in front of her. He was then told to spread his legs and lean forward over the desk.  She then pulled her chair forward which placed her knees between his thighs so that her body was close to his.

She placed both of her cold clammy hands on his rear, one on each cheek. At first the cold flesh on flesh was welcome but she soon started to examined the ridges and weals with her nails casing an unwanted resurgence of pain that made him twitch and instinctively try to close his legs. A few fierce slaps with her palms encouraged him to remain still and accept her examination.

“What was the reason for this beating Hough?” she enquired.

“I don’t know Ma’am he replied. I was told that I had no right to know who had complained and that I would just have to accept it.”

“Absolutely, she murmured, and I take it you would do anything to avoid having another session tomorrow? Having the cane laid over these weals” and she emphasised each word with a vicious pinch with her finger tips to an overlaid double weal that swelled prominently on both cheeks “would be really unpleasant wouldn’t it?”

Gasping with the pain James readily agreed. A cold hand reached between his thighs and menacingly juggled his scrotum.

“I trust that the cane didn’t strike these during the thrashing Hough? I think they will be suffering enough with the trial punishment they are about to receive from me.”

He was then told to stand on the other side of the desk facing her.

“Well, Hough, I will let you into a little secret. I filed the complaint about you so it was thanks to me that you have just been thrashed. Please don’t rack your brains as to why I should do this. We both know that we have never met before this moment. It was simply that I had my eye on you and thought our relationship would get off to a better start if you felt my authority first. Whether I am dealing with a male or female prisoner I always feel that a hefty dose of discipline will put them in the right and subservient frame of mind and that they will be that little more obedient to whatever I require of them. In your case I have decided that I will amuse myself with you later this evening so while you are watching the hours tick away to that time, just bear in mind that however uncomfortable your buttocks may feel, they will be a whole lot more uncomfortable if I decide that you should get another dose tomorrow. Do I make myself clear boy?”

James nodded and mumbled his agreement.

“Now to the matter in hand. I personally prefer to have a males genitally punished by one of the nurses rather than a cursory slapping but if the trial calls for that, that is what you will receive. I want you to mount this desk on your knees and facing away from me.” She again slid her chair back to accommodate him.

Drawing the chair back to the desk she corrected his position so that his knees were well apart on the hard leather surface , his head well down and back arched. He could feel his testes hanging below him in a totally unprotected position. He again felt her hand reach under him and juggle the scrotum contents with increasing roughness until he started to buck and move his thighs from side to side in protest.

“Thus will be your final warning to remain still while I examine you boy!” She snapped grasping his scrotum with much greater firmness than he would have liked. “It is my job to inflict a little pain in this area and you will accept that pain without undue movement. Just remember that I can easily ask the nurse to give you a really hard session of real genital discipline. None of the girls in the squad seem to enjoy it when they have to place themselves in the nurse’s hands and I doubt that you with your somewhat exposed sensitive bits, will find it any pleasanter”.

She reached for the swatter and rested it on the rear of his scrotum. He felt it move away knowing that the strike was imminent. It still took him by surprise as his scrotal contents were hit and bounced forward. It was painful to the extent that his whole body started to move to protect his testes and his hand left the desk edge. Just in time he got himself under control and back in position.

Revelling in the power she had over the victim Miss Quinn reminded him that he had another stroke to come and that now he had felt the first, he would have to kneel there appreciating how much the second one would hurt, but not daring to resist its infliction in any way.

...and it did hurt, but he managed to hold position.

She allowed him to stand next to her and didn’t question the protective way he cupped his aching bulbs as she completed the paper work that the trial required.

When he was again dressed in his flimsy clothing she had him at attention in front of her and,  looking intently at him, spoke.

“At exactly 8pm this evening you will report to me in my rooms. I will be subjecting you to a period of obedience training which will require your total and immediate obedience to any order that I may care to give you. Some orders may be to carry out a rather personal service for me and whether or not you find that pleasant or very unpleasant, you will immediately and thoroughly carry out that order. It goes without saying that I will have the right to impose any physical punishment that I see fit and that I shall exercise that right with both severity and frequency. You should also remember that I may also decide to have you given another disciplinary the following day should you fail to impress me in any way. I would advise you to spend the interim hours getting yourself in the right submissive frame of mind that will minimise the need for me to hurt you during the session.

Dismissed!”

James reported back to the workshop and found himself engaged on packing various orders for the internet mail order section of the firm. His mind was mainly on what would happen to him that evening and trying to avoid attention to himself with his need to fidget on his hard stool to relieve the pain from his recent thrashing. As each order was placed in the box he did allow himself to speculate on who would be suffering with the varied canes, paddles and straps, not to mention the vicious nipple clamps and other items that he could only guess the use for. Not every owner could afford the extent of implements that his wife had ordered and some concentrated on just one item such as a heavy weight plastic rod that by sneaking a look at the order form, he read was to be used on a recalcitrant wife “who really needed something effective to correct her insolence.”

The time passed all too slowly and with his appetite markedly reduced, he was only able to peck at his dinner. He slowly made his way to the wardress accommodation and arrived at the door five minutes early. He spent the time trying to accept in his mind that whatever Miss Quinn wanted, he would have to supply it no matter how unattractive and appealing he might find her. A woman somewhat bulky and plain in appearance would hardly become more attractive when her outer uniform was removed but he would have no option than to perform as she required if his already bruised and aching buttocks were to be spared more beating.

At precisely 8pm he knocked gently on the door and after a few seconds it was opened. She stood there, still in uniform but with the jacket undone revealing her well filled white uniform shirt bulging over her skirt waistband and a tie. Wordlessly she flicked her head in the direction of the corridor behind her to indicate that he was to enter. He entered what seemed to be a sitting room. To his amazement there was a female prisoner, bent double, facing away from the door and with her feet wide apart, skirt raised over her waist and panties on display.

Her buttocks were red and bruised as were her upper thighs and she was whimpering quietly.

“I’m afraid that this young lady was not as well trained as I thought,” commented Miss Quinn. “I have had her report here to assist me in your training tonight but she has dared to express the opinion that she does not feel able to carry out that duty. I find this surprising as I have invested some time in training her in complying with my requirements over the past few days as her buttocks no doubt show. She foolishly refused to carry out many of the more personal duties that I required and paid the price for disobedience receiving two disciplinary canings plus a little correction or two from myself before obeying my orders.  I will therefore have to clear up this little misunderstanding on her part before we can continue. I will now require that you lay on six with my strap across her backside to clear her mind of such objections. I will require each of the strokes to be laid on hard or I will simply give you the same punishment.”

She handed James her personal strap unhitched from her waist. He was surprised how thick it was and how heavy it felt even for a Senior Wardress’s item. He realised that it would hurt this poor girl like hell...but what choice did he have?