Chapter 10.
Miss James then led Stewart though to the kitchen and told him to stand in front
of the large sink. She left the room but soon returned with a pile of what
seemed to be washing. She dropped the pile at his feet.
"Here's your second job tonight. This is a pile of my uniform shirts, underwear,
bras, panties and stockings. You will hand wash them all in the sink, dry them
in the dryer and iron just the shirts, bras and panties afterwards. There will
be no excuses of course for any item that becomes damaged or is not thoroughly,
and I mean thoroughly, washed and ironed. One hour should be sufficient." And
with that she walked out of the room.
Stewart ran hot water into the sink and added a handful of washing powder from a
box on an adjacent shelf. Kneeling down he examined the articles to be washed.
There were four white shirts with the scent of dry sweat around the underarms
and four pairs of black nylon stockings. He recognised the smell of her feet as
he carefully picked them up and dropped them into the hot water. Next he sorted
out three of her enormous brassieres, two white and one black. They were all of
a similar design, a sort of combination between a sports support bra and a
matronly rigid control device with wired inserts, a broad band round the back
and broad supporting shoulder straps. Out of curiosity he couldn't help looking
at the labels to see what size she was : 44 FF. The black bra showed white sweat
stains under the armpit areas and, on closed examination, so did the white bra's
armpits.
Finally he knelt down to pick up the remaining items, two pairs of white
panties. Despite Miss James's heavy build and broad hips these were of the same
regulation type that he had seen the girl prisoners wearing. Hardly thongs, but
only a little larger than bikini type. One pair lay with the crotch exposed.
Clearly Miss James did not see any need for a high standard of personal
cleanliness for herself or the need to change her intimate clothing frequently.
The front part was damp with a yellowish stain and the rear seemed to have been
pulled up into her buttocks with noticeable brown markings. He did not have to
lift the panties to his nose before the smell of an unwashed female crotch
assailed his senses.
As he dropped them into the water he suddenly remembered the warning the two
female prisoners in the clothing store had given him. What if he was going to be
ordered to perform a "personal service" on this wardress during the course of
his duties that night? Would he refuse and, if he dared to refuse, was it true
that a prisoner could be thrashed for such an offence?
His thoughts were brought to an abrupt halt as he placed his hands into the hot
water and pain of the heat reached his recently strapped palms and fingers. He
gritted his teeth as he realised that, almost certainly, his use as a sex
servant was in the mind of Miss James. Given her total control over him, all
Stewart could hope was to make it a easy as possible on himself. With that in
mind he set to work on the panty crotches, shirts and bras with the soap, hot
water and a small nailbrush.
The dryer took 15 minutes to dry the scrubbed and squeezed garments. Stewart,
with an eye on the clock, already had the iron hot as he carefully folded the
stockings and started to iron the panties. Just then the door bell rang and he
heard Miss James welcoming a visitor. It took only a few words of the
conversation from next door for him to realise that it was Doctor Jayne
Hargeaves. It seemed that she had dropped by to hear how the flogging of the
girl had progressed.
It seemed from what Miss James had to say, that it had been most thorough. The
event had of course been video recorded .She described how the girl had stripped
naked and mounted the caning horse but, on the doctors orders, had not been
secured. Miss James had chosen one of the senior, meatier canes. " Heavy to use
with more of a whoosh than a swish... but less likely to nick the existing weals
and certainly effective in that it hits hard and hurts like hell."
He heard that she took the first three strokes well, but had real problems being
back in position for the next two across her thighs. Strokes number six and
seven were well taken but the last three all earned "extras" as she moved and at
one point stood up clutching her buttocks. The final stroke had to be repeated
twice making four "refusals" and therefore four "extras" in total.
Laughingly Miss James admitted that she had predicted more "refusals" and had
been surprised that the girl had been able to take the seventh as she had made
sure that the last four all landed on the previous overlays that must have been
"a little tender".
The four extras had been inflicted, as the doctor had ordered, on her inner
thighs. Two to each leg. She had been secured in the thigh punishment frame for
these. She ended the report by predicting that she would be most unlikely to
repeat the offence for a while.
The doctor expressed her doubts that the prisoner was fully trained as yet and
found her attitude somewhat impudent and felt that she needed taking down a peg.
She mentioned that she had much admired the girl's breasts. As she had already
collected two Breast Demerit Reports, she felt it more than likely that she
would soon need discipline on them. With a conspiratorial laugh, Miss James said
to leave it to her. She would drop the hint for extra vigilance by the rest of
the staff in that area. Sooner rather than later the girl will make an
appropriate slip and she can then be awarded her third BRD. "She will be
bouncing along to your surgery for a breast discipline examination before you
know it Jayne!"
Stewart had just finished the last of the ironing as he heard Miss James excuse
herself and she walked into the kitchen.
"Finished yet Stewart?" she enquired.
Leaping to attention in front of the neatly stacked clothing Stewart replied in
the affirmative.
" I will check them later, in the meantime I have a visitor who needs your
attention so follow me into the other room."
The doctor was surprised to see Stewart. " Well Angela, this is a change for
you, I thought you always selected one of the females as a servant."
"Not at all," replied Miss James. " I certainly enjoy the use of the girls, but
we all need a change from time to time and there is a certain fascination in
breaking in a male as one's personal maid. I have already had to correct him
with a strap across his hands and I doubt if that is the last problem I will
have with him tonight."
" From what I have seen of him so far I would definitely keep your strap handy."
said the doctor. " Would it help if I signed an authorisation for punishment for
you now? That way all you have to do is fill it in with the offence and you can
lay it on straight away without having to call one of us over in the middle of
the night. Will, say six with the strap be O.K.?" "Better make it ten." replied
Miss James. I haven't seen him stripped yet and these males tend to have thicker
hides than the females. I can then supplement it with the odd three strokes with
a lighter strap without the need for further paperwork."
Stewart, standing at attention, could hardly believe what he was hearing. The
totally callous and offhand way that the two females discussed inflicting pain
on prisoners would have been unbelievable to him just a week ago. It was pretty
obvious that the rules and regulations could be interpreted in almost any way
the staff wanted. The bottom line seemed to be that every prisoner, and that
included himself, could be stripped, beaten, flogged, caned, hit, slapped used
and humiliated whenever a wardress or staff member felt like it. It was true
that they had to have a reason, but that reason once given would be accepted
without question by her colleagues, however facile. Hell only knows what
personal services these bitches can have you perform for them he thought and
then rapidly realised that he was probably about to find out.
For the victim there was no appeal, no possibility of mercy and no legal redress
of any sort. They were there to learn obedience and an important part of that
process was accepting the total and absolute power of the female staff. Little
wonder, he mused, that he had seen girl prisoners shake with fear just because a
wardress had spoken to them.
" I must be off," said the doctor moving to a position in front of Stewart. "
Watch yourself boy she said quietly but menacingly to him. If I get called back
to authorise a further flogging for you, heaven help you." Having bade farewell
to Miss James, she left.
Stewart heard the sound of the door to the outside world being locked. A
terrible sense of foreboding came over him as Miss James walked around him twice
and stopped, standing in front of him with her breasts pressing against his
chest. She waited several minutes, staring into his eyes.
" Time for a little test of your obedience " she said with a cold smile on her
lips
To be continued.
