Chapter 17.
Stewart and Farrell arrived outside Miss Kenton's office just before their
appointed time. It would be an understatement to suggest that they were nervous.
They both new full well that Miss Kenton in a good mood was a frightening person
to deal with but when she was understandably furious with their behaviour, they
would be in for some serious discipline.
Unknown to the prisoners on report, Miss Kenton had a visitor, Samantha
Reynolds. They had been firm friends since their school days and although
neither were confirmed lesbians by any stretch of the imagination, they had from
time to time experimented with each other. They were both strong-minded females
and neither accepted fools gladly. Samantha was slightly shorter but had the
same firm build and even larger breasts that had always been a source of
amusement between them. She was attractive rather than pretty with long dark
hair down to her shoulders. Unlike Miss Kenton who was dressed in uniform, she
wore a thin light blue woollen sweater and tight black slacks. Together they
represented the type of spoilt, pouting young girls that could be found at any
horse gymkhana striding around in jodhpurs waving riding crops in the air. She
had driven several hundred miles to the centre in response to Miss Kenton's
invitation to see how her career in the Prison Service was working out and
perhaps consider such a change of occupation for herself.
She had listened astounded to her friend's description of the level of power
that a female of her age could aspire to. She had seen the videos of the group
punishment earlier that day and the video from the gymnasium of the squad being
exercised. During the latter she found herself holding her breasts protectively
as she saw the effects of unsupported exercise. Now, incredibly, she was about
to partake in dealing with the two troublemakers that she had seen on tape.
"Just remember Sam, what I say goes with those two tonight. I can do with them
what the hell I like, so leave your inhibitions and feelings of compassion out
of this. I intend to have them both in our total power. We can punish or use
them as we wish and as you always did enjoy experimenting this could turn out to
be the night of a lifetime for you. It's my job to teach them total obedience
and that is what I intend to do. It's pretty unusual to have a male to
discipline as well as a female, but we can work that to our advantage." She
added with a smile.
The incredulous Samantha asked what the limits were and was told that they would
be stretching the rules to the maximum but would offer the couple a way out of
their present predicament that they would be unable to refuse. Just then, on the
stroke of six there was a knock at the door.
On the command "Enter" the two prisoners marched in and came to attention in
front of the desk. Both were dressed in the "school" type clothes. They stood at
attention with the girl prisoner visibly quivering with fear. Miss Kenton sat
leaning back on her chair and, to their surprise, another young lady sat almost
next to her.
" I intend to teach you pair that the sort of behaviour you both displayed
during the group punishment will not be tolerated. " she started. " I could put
both of you on a formal charge and have you severely flogged for those offences
or I could be lenient and send you down to the guardroom for an informal
thrashing that would be almost as bad. However, having given the matter
considerable thought, I am prepared to deal with you myselfˇprovided you agree
to my conditions. If you agree you will both spend around two hours with this
visitor and myself in the punishment room. You will accept whatever I inflict
without question even though it may be outside the rules for this place. You
will carry out any, and I emphasise any, task that either of us gives you. Above
all you will never discuss with anyone what went on tonight. Do you both agree?"
"Yes Miss" they both exclaimed with some relief.
"Then you will both go down to the Punishment Room and await our arrival. On
your arrival Farrell you will find a glass of water. Drink it." With that they
both marched smartly out of the office.
"It's unbelievable, the authority you seem to have over them" said Samantha. " I
haven't showered or changed since last night, if we are going to have fun and
games I supposed I had better have a shower and freshen up".
Miss Kenton laughed. " Rule number one is to remember that you are dealing with
prisoners here not your current boy or girl friend. Things like you having clean
underwear or being fresh and fragrant are not an issue. They all have to take
the staff as they are. If they are told to carry out aˇwellˇa personal
service, that is classed as an order and any refusal on their part or even any
reluctance can be treated as disobedience. That offence always carries a
flogging type penalty. No excuses are accepted, particularly those that consist
of an implied criticism of a staff member such as complaining that the wardress
needs a bath. Some of the staff tell me that once the girl has been punished
it's almost unheard of for them to refuse the order a second time. Always
remember, the word of a prisoner counts for nothing compared with what we say
happened. A complaint about a staff member being less than fragrant is rather
unlikely!"
Samantha was even more amazed by this and could feel the symptoms of her own
sexual arousal starting. " You mean that even though I haven't showered today, I
could order either of them toˇwellˇgo down on me and they would have to obey?"
"You disappoint me Sam, how boringly staid. Look, if you feel like it you can
have them both service you at the same time so get your imagination into gear
girl!"
With that they both walked, laughing, down to the Punishment room
To be continued.
