Chapter 15.
The wardress moved into position to the left of the victim and finally the order
came from Miss Kenton.
"Nine strokes of the cane. Commence punishment Madam in your own time if you
please."
The cane was raised over the wardresses shoulder and brought down with a loud
swish across the top of the girls thighs. A white line marked the spot but
quickly changed to red as the second stroke hit across the lower buttocks with a
loud "Thwick". Despite the arm and ankle straps Daley showed that her position
on the horse permitted some vertical movement as she reacted to the pain and she
stood up against the footrests lifting her pelvis clear of the bolster.
Unfortunately this had the effect of tightening the flesh over the target area.
The third stroke seemed to be even more painful and was received by a muffled
yell from her gagged mouth as she slumped back onto the horse.
She did her best to remain down with the buttocks relaxed but by the fifth
stroke across her already bruised nates she could not control her actions and
simply threshed up and down as the strokes continued to fall around every five
seconds . Eventually the ninth stroke slashed home across the thin band of
swelling ridges. The nurse removed the saliva soaked gag and the straps were
undone so that the sobbing girl could dismount. She was then ordered to stand
against the wall in the present position facing outwards. Even the small relief
of rubbing her weals was denied to her.
The next girl ordered forward was a heavily built black girl with short afro
hair.She mounted the horse without hesitation and was soon secured, marked and
gagged. The second senior wardress moved into position and with a nod from Miss
Kenton commenced the flogging. She did not spare her victim putting considerable
force into each stroke. Each was taken with only a short grunt of pain and
minimal movement. Her skin marked less than the previous girl and the nine
strokes were soon over, each taken with remarkable stoicism. She displayed no
emotion or even distress as she was unstrapped and told to stand next to Daley.
A short fat fair-haired female in her late thirties was next. Her large soft
breasts were scarcely contained by her uniform bra. As she was secured her inner
labia could be clearly seen and the semi-squat position left her podgy vulva
gaping and open between the pubic hairs. Her plump mottled buttocks seemed even
wider now that she was stripped and her flabby stomach covered rather than
rested on the bolster.
The first senior wardress wiped her cane carefully on the antiseptic swab. She
looked down at her secured victim with almost a look of boredom on her face. On
the nod of command from Miss Kenton she brought the cane swishing down across
the large yielding seat midway between the marker lines. The cane seemed to be
swallowed by the soft flesh with a dull "thwuck" and as it sprang free the girl
screamed loudly into the wet gag. As the flogging progressed the girl made
considerable efforts to free herself but only managed to present the audience
with an even more lewd display of bouncing bra encased breasts, overweight flesh
and exposed genitalia. Eventually the bra strap over the left shoulder gave way
under the strain and snapped. The huge soft breast fell free and bounced flopped
and swung as the prisoner moved under the cane. Following the final stroke the
wardresses allowed a period of several minutes to elapse before she stopped
threshing in her straps and had calmed down enough to be released.
The floggings continued without respite, pity or mercy. The line of thrashed,
sobbing girls at the "present" grew longer against the wall. The girl directly
in front of Stewart was brought forward leaving him standing alone. To his
embarrassment the whole room could now see his fully erect member but for the
time being it was ignored as the trembling female was ordered on to the horse.
She was around thirty, tall slim with small pert breasts and fair hair in a pony
tail. Stewart was given the usual display of crotch as she was secured and noted
how thick her pubic hair was and how it gave some covering to her feminine
assets.
She continued to shake with fear and as she was marked up by the nurse, and
begged for mercy from the unsympathetic wardress, who busied herself wiping the
cane ready for it's next victim. The begging continue until the dripping wet gag
was forced between her teeth and strapped tight behind her head.
The thrashing was no worse and no gentler than all her sisters had endured but
seemed to cause her more pain. Her muffled screams could be heard despite the
leather gag and her vertical leaps up and down on the horse were more violent
than any other girl. The fourth slash of the cane landed across a previous
stroke as she lay with the leather bolster pressing against her lower stomach .
Suddenly, she lost control of her bladder, and a strong stream of urine gushed
from her . Undeterred by this the wardress continued to thrash her even as the
flow poured over the horse and pooled on the floor. Finally the flogging was
over and she was unstrapped and led over to stand with the others, dripping and
shaking.
"Stewart, come forward". Ordered Miss Kenton. Stewart stood in front of the
assembled staff and prisoners dressed only in his uniform shoes and knee socks.
He was desperately aware of his rock hard erection. Miss Kenton borrowed a cane
from one of the wardresses and lifted his penis even higher with the tip of it.
"So this is the behaviour that other staff members complain about in your file!
How interesting that seeing your fellow prisoners thrashed should cause this. I
wonder if it will still be hard after my colleagues here have flogged you?
During his flogging nurse, I would appreciate regular checks of his hardness if
you wouldn't mind". The young nurse smiled broadly and slipped on a pair of
latex gloves in readiness.
He was half pulled towards the caning horse and told to lift himself up the
sloping side. It was wet and slippery from the release of the previous occupant
and his legs and genitals were soon wet with the female urine. There was only
one difference in the way he was secured and that was his legs were allowed to
be closer so that the rear of his scrotum could not be caught by the cane tip.
Otherwise he was soon strapped into place. The slimy wet dripping gag that had
absorbed the screams and pleas of the females was pushed between his teeth and
fastened tightly. Finally, he felt the nurses gloved hand grasp his penis and
pulled his foreskin savagely back so that the exposed glans was free to chafe
against the wet leather.
The first stroke caught him by surprise as it slashed down across the join
between his thighs and his buttocks. Even without the bruising it would have
been a scorcher but landing on tenderised flesh it felt like a burning wire
being held across him. Trying to control his movement he bit hard on the soggy
leather of the gag as had countless female prisoners when under the cane. The
second struck home above the first and despite the effort put into it by the
grunting wardress seemed mild in comparison. The third however indicated that
the lady had his range at last. It struck across his relaxed thigh tops and sunk
deep into the muscle before rebounding. As he lurched forward into the wet
leather of the horse he was only too aware that the chafing of his exposed penis
was helping to maintain his erection. He was even more aware when the nurse
grasped it firmly and squeezed , calling out over her shoulder to Miss Kenton
that he was still hard.
He heard a shuffle of booted feet as the wardress changed her position slightly
and then down came the fourth stroke rapidly followed by the fifth and six all
to the same area. He bit into the gag and his entire body became rigid as he
fought against the pain. He looked up at the row of beaten females, some still
sobbing and all staring at him with a dreadful fascination. He desperately tried
to stop his penis rubbing against the damp leather and scarcely felt the nurses
inquisitive fingers examining him. Her voice was dimly heard to say that the
cane seemed to be doing its job well and he was shrinking.
With a normal Correctional Centre caning the next three strokes would have been
routinely administered and taken. But as the wardresses knew, and Stewart would
soon find out, the entire area allocated for the infliction was now neatly
covered in weals laying on top of the bruises. Any further stroke, however
gentle would be sheer hell, and Senior Wardresses were not selected for their
gentleness. Indeed considerable skill would need to be exercised in laying on
the cane in case it broke the skin. Such an event would require a tiresome
postponement, to the staff at any rate, of the rest of the punishment.
The cane was drawn back over the shoulder, a pause was taken for effect and the
instrument of discipline was brought down at a slight angle across the ridges so
that the overlay would have the maximum effect. Stewart felt the pain
immediately. It was the worst he had ever experienced in his life as he strained
against his straps and half screamed into the gag. She waited a full minute
before bringing the eighth stroke almost across the same line and suddenly, when
he wasn't expecting it, the ninth and final one came slashing in to his
sensitised flesh.
He was dimly aware of the nurse's hand and her laughing reference to his flaccid
member as the straps were unfastened and he was curtly ordered to his feet. He
desperately tried not to shake as he stood in full view of the previous victims
but his legs were stiff from the cane strokes at the top of his thighs as he
hobbled to stand in line at the "present".
"Turn round, face the wall, bend over and grasp your ankles" came the order.
There were gasps of pain as the females tried to bend fully despite the
seemingly shrunken skin over the punishment area. Stewart heard a prod being
unhitched from a belt and then a sharp click as the first shock was given
followed by a sharp scream of pain. "I said bend girl, not lean!" shouted Miss
Kenton as she moved down the line applying the prod to thighs, buttocks or
crotches as she thought fit.
The girl next to Stewart leapt up, as much as anyone can leap when trying to
grasp their ankles. Despite his best efforts to bend against the increased pain
in his thighs Stewart felt the tip of the prod engage against his testicles he
gave one last try to bend to the required degree but still the shock was
inflicted. It felt just like being stabbed, but amazingly it worked and he found
the strength to bend fully.
A dull pitiful moan came from the female at the far end of the line. The nurse,
a fresh swab in hand was fiercely swabbing down the punished areas with a strong
antiseptic. Of doubtful medicinal value, it was yet another example of how the
staff could bend every rule to cause the maximum anguish to their charges. The
moans and yelps spread down the line until Stewart felt first the blissful cold
of the coarse swab followed by the searing sting as the strong fluid soaked into
the throbbing skin.
After a five minute pause, with the victims struggling to remain bent over, they
were ordered to stand and then dress. Eventually they stood at attention in the
same position as they were before the floggings started. Miss Kenton stood in
front of them flexing one of the canes that had been used.
" That ladies and Stewart is just a small taste of how you can be disciplined
whilst you are at this Centre. If any of you doubt that, I can easily arrange
for you to receive a further nine strokes before you leave this room. " Her
question," Can I take it that this will not be necessary?" was greeted by an
enthusiastic chant of "Yes Miss".
She went on to explain that this was one of the lighter grade canes and a fairly
minimal punishment leaving them in no doubt as to her powers when it came to
"arranging" such events.
"Well, that¡¯s over for the time being." She went on " It is nearly time for
lunch, I do hope you all have hearty appetites. You are all dismissed, but
Stewart and Farrell are to report to me in my office at six pm. where we will
discuss a couple of incidents that displeased me during this punishment".
With sinking hearts both Stewart, and the girl who lost control under the cane,
knew that their problems were only just starting.
Unfortunately for Stewart and Farrell
To be continued.
