Chapter 12.
Miss James led him to the waist high examination table. The far end of it was
pressed against the wall with a large mirror positioned to it's left. It was a
solid sturdy piece of equipment that Miss James informed him was on loan from
the punishment centre for his "benefit". He was told to stand at the end with
his feet apart and placed on footrests. She quickly fastened his ankles to the
bottom of the uprights with two padded ankle-cuffs. Next he was told to lean
forward at an angle of 45 degrees from the waist resting his weight on his
elbows. More restraints were produced and his arms and wrists were soon fastened
to the leather top near the table edges. He realised that movement to avoid the
strokes would be impossible and that the most he could do was raise and lower
his upper torso.
He noticed the stained and marked leather realising that it had been witness to
years of suffering by the female prisoners. Whether the stains were caused by
sweat, tears or bodily fluids he had no idea, and right now, was too frightened
to speculate.
Miss James produced a short strap with a leather pad. " I have no intention of
allowing you to disturb my neighbours during this beating, so you will have to
wear this gag. It's the one that the female prisoners under punishment wear. I'm
afraid it's still rather damp and its certainly well chewed, most of them seem
to dribble somewhat when being hurt".
The soggy leather wedge was pushed into his mouth and the strap secured tightly
behind his head. He bit down on the soft damp leather as countless female
prisoners must have done just before they were punished. At this point the
terrible inevitability of his situation really struck home. Unable to move,
unable to even ask for help, he was totally at the mercy of the wardress.
"As this is a formal punishment, I will be wearing my uniform hat as you will
see in the mirror. That and the fact I am clearly a female should do much to
emphasise that this is a punishment by a female in authority, which seems to be
what your problem is". Behind him in the mirror Stewart watched as Miss James
slipped on her uniform knee boots, black gloves and carefully placing her
uniform hat on her head, picked up the tawse and stood behind him.
Dressed as she was with her large naked breasts swinging and nodding as she
moved and holding the heavy tawse held in her right hand, she would strike fear
in most hearts. To the secured male prisoner Stewart, she looked simply
terrifying and the very embodiment of female authority.
" Male prisoner 477 Stewart. You are to receive ten strokes of the tawse across
your naked buttocks. They will be delivered at one minute intervals. Is that
understood?". Miss James intoned. Stewart nodded and grunted "Yes Madam "
through his gag.
The wardress stood back, raised the tawse back over her shoulder and then, with
all her might, brought it down across Stewarts buttocks with a long "swoosh"
ending in a dull "thwuck" as it impacted across the top of his buttocks.
Stewart was driven into the table by the force of the blow but felt no pain for
a second or two. Then the scorching heat of the impact reached his brain and he
lurched against the straps groaning softly to himself.
He could clearly see the dial of the large clock. As the second hand moved to
near the top, Miss James placed her feet wide apart, braced herself, raised the
tawse and on the instant it reached the top, brought it down. This time there
was hardly any delay. As the tawse struck just below the previous stroke, the
agonising blaze of pain hit him. Despite the gag the breath was knocked out of
him. Unfortunately for Stewart he was still leaning on the bench with his
buttocks taut when the third stroke lashed across his defenceless nates. He had
learnt the hard way that relaxed muscles are less receptive to pain.
Miss James laid on the heavy tawse for the fourth and fifth strokes, the latter
slashing across the sensitive skin at the join between the thighs and his
buttocks. The pain was unbelievable. Each stroke caused him to catch his breath
and he had hardly started moaning into the gag before the next arrived. She
moved to his side to check that his wrist and arm straps were still secure. A
thin sheen of sweat covered her breasts and she could be heard breathing heavily
with the exertion.
All too soon the flogging re-commenced with one across the top of his buttocks.
No wonder she had checked his straps. The pain seemed to be magnified three-fold
as the strap hit across previously wealed flesh.
She then worked methodically downwards, each stroke being delivered with a grunt
of exertion until the final vicious one lashed across the tops of his thighs.
Miss James casually examined the effects of her beating by running her
fingertips over the weals on his throbbing agonized nates. Satisfied she moved
to the top of the punishment table and sat, legs wide apart across it facing her
victim. Stewart, slumped in his straps looked up at her. She was still breathing
heavily, her magnificent damp breasts lifting up and down. She reached behind
his head and unfastened the strap levering the wet gag out of his mouth. She
supported his chin looking into his eyes.
" If you think that hurt my boy, wait 'till you have to take the cane from me.
The sooner you accept my total authority over you and learn to obey my every
order, the sooner you will avoid such punishments. I want you now to examine me
closely as the pain subsides so that you fully equate my presence with your
discipline". Stewart looked up at the hard face under the uniform hat, the
muscular arms, the huge breasts with large nipples and the splayed thighs with
the panty crotch stretched across her pubic mound. He could smell her sweat and
crotch scents. She inched closer to him so that her thighs were resting on his
hands.
" You will now show me respect. You will first suck each nipple and then kiss my
crotch". Stewart leant forward and suckled her right nipple. It felt cold and
rubbery but soon started to swell and erect under his tongue. Next he sucked her
left nipple with as much reverence as he could muster. Finally, in an act of
total subservience, he bent down and gently kissed the panty crotch. The scent
of a sexually aroused female combined with the acrid smell of dried urine was
almost overpowering but he pressed his lips and tongue against the soiled panty
crotch feeling the dense pubic hair under the thin white material.
Suddenly, Miss James leapt off the bench and started to unstrap Stewart. He was
then told to lie face up along the top. From a drawer Miss James produced a pair
of stirrups attached to a wide leather strap and slid this under Stewart's waist
fastening the clips on the strap to the sides of the bench.
"It's time for a riding lesson boy" she announced. "I have no intention that you
should enjoy this," she said grasping his semi-erect penis and pulling down on
the foreskin to expose the head. "So I will be applying some cream that the
doctor has given me. I understand that its rather uncomfortable". She massaged
the cream from a tube all around Stewarts glans. It seemed to be some form of
heat treatment and began to burn an itch causing him to harden.
Next she covered the penis with a thick de-sensitising condom that would ensure
that little, if any sensation could be felt. Finally she grasped a long thin
riding quirt in her right hand and, placing her right foot in the stirrup,
lifted herself in the air and stood, standing in the "saddle" above him. Still
holding the quirt she grasped the penis. Having engaged it between her sex lips
she slowly lowered herself to the riding position sitting on Stewart's pelvis.
Despite the stinging irritant and the thick condom Stewart felt the sensuous
warmth and slippery grip of her sex as it engulfed him.
"The rules are very simple." She said. "You will maintain you erection and you
will not, under any circumstances, ejaculate. If you follow these orders I will
be well pleased with you, if you do not I will thrash you with this riding whip.
Do you understand?"
"Yes Madam".
Miss James commenced to ride. Slowly at first, levering her considerable bulk up
and down on Stewart so that his penis was gently squeezed and pumped. Soon,
however, as her excitement mounted, she changed from the walk to the trot and
finally to the gallop. Stewart was in an agony of fear. The irritant cream
ensured his erection but the condom, however thick could not insulate him from
the exquisite sensations of his penis as the sex of the wardress slid up and
down his shaft with increasing grip and feeling every second. By now the sour
face under the uniform hat had changed to a face of animal lust with her teeth
bared and eyes wide. She was sweating heavily. The huge pendulous breasts were
bouncing up and down and slapping against her ribs. Stewart fought against the
overwhelming need to ejaculate, desperately forcing his mind to other thoughts,
other places. Trying to ignore the succulent slippery shaft that moved up and
down the penis, the thick pubic patch slamming into his pelvis then lifting
away.
Suddenly, with a bellow of seeming agony from the wardress, the pace slowed and
she stopped leaning breathlessly, panting and dropping sweat on to her victim.
Stewart, thankful that he had retained control and not ejaculated, lay
motionless, awaiting the next order.
After a few minutes Miss James dismounted leaving Stewart's condom clad penis
exposed. She leant over and slowly pulled the rubber free. "Well done boy!" she
said as if he were a dog. "Excellent self-control...so you won't need a taste of
the crop. That's all the duties I have for you tonight so get dressed and get
yourself back to the guardroom for the night".
As quickly as he could Stewart dressed and let himself out of the apartment. The
fresh weals from the strapping made even walking painful, but gritting his teeth
he marched towards the main entrance. It was dark, he was tired and in pain he
came to attention in front of the duty Sergeant.
Within seconds he was pushed into
To be continued.
