Chapter 13.
Stewart was woken to the usual Guardroom routine at 6am. Firstly he was ordered
to strip and was then marched to the guardroom toilet block by a young
policewoman. She casually leant against the wall watching as he used the
doorless toilet and cleaned himself. Next he was ordered into the shower where
the girl turned on the high power blast of hot water for his shower and threw
him a bar of coarse domestic soap. Even the gentle application of lather to his
bruised and wealed buttocks provoked an agony of stinging . Finally she turned
the temperature to full cold and literally blasted the soap off his quivering
body.
After drying himself on a hard towel he was marched back to his cell and allowed
to dress in his uniform denims. He had just finished the surprisingly appetising
breakfast when the policewoman returned to his cell and, unlocking the door
ordered him out.
"They have finally allocated you to one of the training groups," she informed
him. "You are to report to Miss Kenton in block 15. She is the Assistant
Wardress in charge of that group and you will be one of her charges. You are to
wait outside her office and she will call you in". Stewart marched smartly out
of the cell, through the main door and following the clearly marked signs to
block 15.
It was one of several such wide, single storey blocks that were built in neat
rows next to what seemed to be a parade ground. The corridor was at the side of
the block and ran almost it's entire length. To the right were doors, on each of
which was a signboard. The one at the end was labelled "Punishment Room". The
others were "Dormitory", "Latrine", "Showers", "Laundry" and near the entrance
door, " Wardress in Charge". Here Stewart waited, standing at attention with his
back to the wall.
Several female prisoners appeared, darting from door to door. They were dressed
in the regulation schoolgirl type blouse, tie and skirt and were obviously
preparing for the start of work. The door to the office was none too thick and
Stewart was suddenly aware of a raised female voice the other side. Suddenly the
door opened and out rushed a tall thirty-year-old female with her fair hair in a
ponytail. As she marched away down the corridor she looked back over her
shoulder.
"Don't just stand there idiot, knock on the door". She exclaimed. Nervously
Stewart did just that. After a short pause came the command "Enter".
As he marched in and came to attention in front of a large desk, Stewart saw
Miss Judith Kenton for the first time sitting in her office chair. She was in
her very early twenties, around 5' 10'' and still carrying the puppy fat of
youth. Her long fair hair was swept back in a formal roll at the back of her
head. She had a handsome symmetrical face with large blue eyes, thick eyebrows
and full lips with just a hint of lipstick. She was dressed in the standard
uniform with her short sleeved shirt pulled tight across her breasts. Her hat
and jacket hung on a rack in the corner of the room.
"Allow me to introduce myself boy", she said in a cultured well-spoken voice. "
I have just been appointed to this job straight out of Wardress Training
College. I was educated at a leading private school for girls. I have a first
class degree from a top university, which marks me out for rapid promotion, and
it is essential to my career that I make a resounding impression as early as
possible. Putting it simply, I intend, by the end of the months training, to
produce the most obedient and disciplined group that this prison has ever seen.
You are an oddity in being the one male amongst the 11 females but you will all
receive the same treatment. That treatment will be severe, strict and at times
brutal until I have achieved the standard that I require. I expect your total
and absolute obedience to my every order and to those of any staff member. You
will obey my every command. You will question nothing. I shall not hesitate to
punish you myself or to have you punished by other staff members as may be
necessary. As the only male in the prison you will be exposed to the constant
presence of naked or near naked females. I have read your file particularly the
complaints about your inability to control yourself in such situations and I
will be paying particular interest to you in that respect. There are rules here
governing what is acceptable when it comes to punishing prisoners. You are at
liberty to appeal against the actions of any staff memberˇbut I would not
advise it. I can and will punish you on a whim and you would be well advised to
accept this. Do I make myself understood?"
"Very clear Miss." Replied Stewart.
"Good. A little test of you obedience to my authority will now take place.
Remove your shirt and lay face down on this desk with your arms at your sides."
Puzzled, Stewart did as ordered and lay with his face to the left. Miss Kenton
stood up and moved into his view. Slowly she unhitched the strap from her belt.
She raised it high over her shoulder and brought it slashing down across his
defenceless shoulders with a load thwack. He tried not to flinch but the second
caught him in the same place and he had to fight to keep in position. He
expected the third to be the last but the strap was raised and brought down a
further four times, all across the same gathering red band of shoulder flesh.
Having replaced the strap on her belt she lay her head on the desk only inches
from the grimacing face of her victim. She stared into his eyes as they flinched
against the pain she had just inflicted. He could smell her breath as she waited
for his reactions to subside.
" How many strokes am I allowed to inflict with this strap Stewart?" She
whispered. Clenching his fists with the pain he replied "Just three Miss". ˇAnd
how many strokes have you just received, should anyone ask?" "Three Miss" he
said hoping that this was what she wanted to hear.
"Splendid, splendid. I sure that we will work well together boy. You may stand.
Have you anything to say?"
Catching his breath Stewart stood to attention. " Thank you for my punishment
Miss".
As soon as he had replaced his shirt over his smarting shoulders he was told to
follow her. Moving down the corridor she turned into the room marked
"Dormitory". Inside the room was subdivided into small cubicles that had curtain
screens to the room. In each cubicle there was a bed, a chair, a bedside table
and a tall wardrobe with shelves and a hanging rail. The eleven girls in the
squad were milling about but snapped rapidly to attention at the entrance of
Miss Kenton.
" This male is 477 Stewart who is the new member of the squad. It may be unusual
to have a male member but you will have to make the best of it. I can assure you
that he will be treated in exactly the same way with no favours in either
direction. It's now 0850 so you will be on parade outside in ten minutes. Carry
on".
"Yes Miss" came the chorus of obedience. Stewart looked at his fellow prisoners
and they looked at him. The females were all ages between eighteen and thirty
something. They were of all shapes and sizes. One tall girl with short hair was
black, another slim small girl Chinese and the rest European. A short, large
breasted, fair-haired girl of about 25 came over to him.
"Welcome to the hell squad Stewart, my name is Daley, we only use surnames in
this place. All your uniform kit has been placed in your locker. You should be
acceptable dressed like that as it's a lecture first and then we have to come
back here as we have been given a "Group" between ten and twelve am. ".
Seeing his surprise at the mention of the word "group" she said that some of
them had fouled up on a test of the rules the previous day. Miss Kenton had been
furious and said that they would all have to suffer a group punishment as they
were called. It would be inflicted in the punishment room and would bound to be
a fairly severe strapping at the least. Stewart groaned and explained that he
had just had one and his buttocks hurt like hell. Daley said that she had had a
formal with the tawse only two days ago and she knew how he feltˇbut a sentence
was a sentence. All they could do was to take it without question otherwise the
rules of group punishments meant that they could all have the punishment
increased.
"Look Stewart, we are all in our first week here and we have around another six
months ahead of us. It's just bad luck that we have been put in charge of a
wardress who is out to make a name for herself. The thought of being totally
under the control of that stuck-up bitch makes me furious, but there is no way
out, we just have to learn to submit. All we can do is to stick together, keep
our heads down and hope for the best. Oh, that is your cubicle over there. We
have already stowed all your uniform and kit that they sent over, Grab the black
book on "Rules and Regulations" off the shelf and get outside with the rest of
us.
Once outside the block the squad formed two ranks of six prisoners and, on the
command of Daley who had been appointed senior prisoner, marched a short
distance to a modern two story block that contained the lecture rooms. They were
soon standing by the side of one of the twelve desks in the austere schoolroom
awaiting the arrival of the lecturer.
Next to the blackboard was the clock. It had a large dial with clear hands and a
second hand that swept round and looked a replica of all the other clocks that
Stewart had noticed in every room at the Correctional Centre. He surmised that
they were all slaved to a central timepiece. At the split instant the time
showed 0900 in paced their lecturer Mrs West. On her command to sit they all sat
down on the hard stools that stood behind each desk. Stewart winced with pain as
his tender nates touched the hard wooden seat and glancing to his left saw a
similar expression on Daley's face.
"Today we continue the lecture on the rules and regulations of the centre". Said
Mrs West. She had previously been employed as a teacher at one of the local
schools where she had been driven to distraction by the poor levels of
discipline, rudeness and disinterest in learning that her previous students had
displayed. She was around fifty years old, of average height with a slim ramrod
figure and grey hair pulled back in a bun. She had never been known to strap or
hit a girl but never hesitated to put a recalcitrant on report for any offence.
All she had to do in her new job was to raise one eyebrow to reduce some naughty
student to a trembling apologetic listener.
"Unfortunately several of you received poor marks in the end of class test. I
understand that you will all be receiving a small correction for that at the end
of this lecture. I do hope that I do not have any further complaints with your
work today. Open your books to Section 5, dress regulations. You, the new boy".
She said looking at Stewart. "You will now stand and read the section on
underwear regulations."
Nervously Stewart stood and started to read aloud.
"Underwear: Rule 15/ 1. All female underwear will be spotlessly clean at all
times and of the approved style. No excuses will be offered or accepted for any
marks or wearing non-prison issue. All members of staff may carry out spot
checks and must report any offences to the girl's supervisor".
"15/2. Panties: Only the regulation white prison issue bikini type panties will
be worn. A size will be issued that ensures a tight fit around the crotch and
above the hips. The material to the seat will be tight and narrow. It will be
accepted that the material will crease, wrinkle and rollup into the buttock
cleft. A clean pair will be worn every morning after showering and it will be
the prisoner's responsibility to maintain a high standard of personal
cleanliness that will ensure the panties remain clean until their removal at
night. Note rule 1 on spot checks".
"15/3a. Brassieres: Only the regulation white prison issue brassieres will be
worn. The purpose of this garment is to preserve modesty not provide support.
Irrespective of the size of the prisoner's breasts they will be of a lightweight
three-quarter cup style with thin shoulder supports and back strap. The size
issued will be such that cups are slightly smaller than ideal.
15/3b Brassieres: A display type of brassiere will also be issued and will be
worn at the discretion of the wardress in charge. This is of a half-cup wired
style and will lift, separate, and present the breasts whilst leaving the entire
upper breast, nipple and aureole exposed.
They will be changed every other day. Bras will not be worn during any form of
physical training. Under no circumstances is a girl to wear any other form of
bra including a sports bra or support bra and prisoners are warned that such an
offence will merit a BRD. (Breast related Demerit). Note rule 1 on spot checks
which also attract B.R.D's."
"15/4.Modesty belts: From time to time female prisoners may be ordered to wear a
modesty belt. This is to leave her when naked, fully exposed for any punishment
without the added humiliation of having her genitals displayed. It consists of a
thin waistband above the hips with a white crotch strap tapering from four
inches at the top of the pubis to one and a half inches in the crotch and then
three-quarters of an inch over the anus. A thin cord will connect the belt to
the waistband at the rear. It is not the intention of this garment to obscure
pubic hair, only the vulva and anus. Note rule 2 (Panties) regarding cleanliness
and rule 1 on spot checks".
Stewart read on for a full ten minutes covering the stockings to be worn and so
on. Eventually he was told to stop and sit down and the first test started.
Multiple choice questions were projected of the screen from the overhead
projector. On each desk there were three buttons, A, B and C. Miss West would
call out the question number and the prisoners would select which answer they
believed to be correct. Any incorrect answers were recorded on a small computer
built into Miss West's desk.
Some were easy such as " Panties must be changed -a, daily. b, weekly. c, every
other day. "
However, others required more thought, such as: "Stockings will be of a length
that a, 5-6". b) 4-5". c) 4-6". of thigh will remain uncovered between the top
of the stocking and the lower part of the crotch. Stewart remembered correctly
that it was 4-6" but was one of the few that did. Fortunately all the class
managed to pass the required mark of 85% and so were safe from another
punishment.
"My word," said Mrs West, "Just look at the time. You will just have time to get
over to the block if you hurry. If only you had got good marks yesterday you
wouldn't be up for punishment today. Still," she added with a frosty smile," I'm
sure that these punishments don't hurt too much! I shall follow you over there.
Class Dismiss".
As quickly as they could, the squad formed ranks and jogged over to their block.
Several of the girls complained that they needed to visit the latrines but the
others, aware that they were already late pushed them past that door and towards
the one at the end of the building. They just had time to put the books away
before they clattered into the punishment room, standing in a row along the back
wall rigidly at attention, breathing heavily. They were only just in time.
To be continued.
