Chapter 18.
As they entered the two prisoners snapped to the attention. Samantha had already
been told how Miss Kenton wanted to start the session. She walked over to the
nervous pair and stood directly in front of Farrell having noticed a very large
empty glass on a table. Without hesitation she calmly drew back her right hand
and slapped her hard across the face. Almost immediately she did the same with
the other hand across the other side of her face. The she stood in front of
Stewart and slapped him in the same way.
"That was just to reassure you both that Miss Reynolds here has my full
authority. You will be wise to bear that in mind for the rest of the evening."
said Miss Kenton.
Miss Kenton then invited her friend to carry out an inspection of the prisoners.
Samantha slowly looked Stewart up and down. Miss Kenton ordered him to the
present to facilitate the inspection. Getting into the swing of things Samantha
then slowly ran both her hands down over his face and chest until she reached
his crotch where she lightly cupped his genitals through his denim shorts for a
few seconds. Then she slowly walked round him as he stood rigidly with eyes
fixed staring to the front. She casually felt round his buttocks lifting each in
turn then massaged the side of her hand into his shorts covered cleft.
Next she stood in front of Farrell. Again her fingers traced her outline, down
over her face and neck, brushing down over her blouse covered breasts and
finishing with her fingers pressing lightly, through the skirt, into the nervous
girls crotch. The final act removing any hope the prisoner had of avoiding any
form of sexual abuse that evening.
Samantha glanced enquiringly at Miss Kenton who took the hint.
"Prisoners will strip to their underwear for further inspection" she ordered.
When they had obeyed this command and stood there; Farrell in her regulation
white bra, small white bikini panties, garter belt, stockings and shoes and
Stewart just in his small thin underpants, she ordered them back to the present.
Hands behind head, elbows forced back, legs wide apart, vulnerable and afraid.
Samantha stood close to Stewart so that her breasts touched his chest and with
her face only inches from his, her breath wafted over his face. "How old are
you?" she asked. "Thirty eight Miss." he replied. "My boss is about your age
Stewart, I would love to have him here in your place. I'm really going to enjoy
teaching someone nearly twice my age some respect."
Slowly she dragged her forefinger nail on each hand down towards his nipples.
Suddenly she grasped them between her finger and thumbs and squeezed.
Instinctively he started to lower his hands to protect himself then realised and
snapped back to the present. She relaxed her grip.
"As I understand it Boy, you remain motionless unless I tell you otherwise. I
will try that again." She said. Slowly the fingers retraced their steps to his
sore nipples and again the grip was applied. This time Stewart remained at the
present gritting his teeth against the pain. The grip lasted a full agonising
minute before she released him. Next her right hand moved down to his underpants
and she gently cupped his genitals held tight by the thin jockey shorts.
"I here that you have some problems in controlling yourself Boy," she remarked.
"I do hope that you have more success this evening." She said as she gently and
sensually held her fingers against the material of his pants lifting and lowered
his organs. Try as he might, a combination of her hand movements and the very
proximity of the full-breasted young girl caused his penis to start to swell. To
make matters worse she caught the shaft between her fingertips and stroked it to
even greater firmness.
" Oh dear," said Samantha, "Just as you predicted Miss Kenton, the prisoner has
erected. He really seems to have no control of his emotions." She smiled at him
in a self-satisfied feline way and stood to one side as Miss Kenton rushed over
and furiously snatched down his jockey shorts to expose him.
" This is really to much Boy." Fumed Miss Kenton. " You really can't be trusted
to remain in a decent state for an inspection by anyone. I will have to get some
extra help in to deal with this problem of yours." She then picked up the 'phone
on the far side of the room and spoke quietly into it for a few moments. When
she returned she muttered to her friend that help was on its way and would be
here in about ten minutes, in the meantime they would continue with the
inspections.
With that Samantha transferred her attentions to the female prisoner. Again she
stood close in front of her and almost whispered "And how old are you girl?"
into her face. "Thirty one Miss." replied Farrell. "Tell me Farrell, do you have
any problems with, or objections to being inspected by me?" she said as her
fingertips stroked down from her face to the top surface of her breasts. "No
Miss, not at all¡MISS" with her voice rising in anguish as the fingertips
pushed down into the bra and grasped each nipple.
"I wonder who has the most sensitive nipples," Samantha continued, "A male
prisoner, or a female prisoner¡what do you think girl?" and her grip tightened.
"Dddon't know Miss," said Farrell under the strain of the finger grip on her
nipples. Her knees almost buckled but this only increased the pull on her
breasts as she slumped slightly. After some agonising seconds the grip was
released.
"Lets take a look at these breasts of yours girl," snapped Samantha. "Take off
your bra!" With a brief, embarrassed glance around the room Farrell unfastened
the back strap and lowered the garment and placed it on the pile with her other
clothing. She reassumed the "present" position. Her breasts were small and perky
with a large pink aureole, the nipples covering almost a third of the total
breast area. They reminded Stewart of the immature breasts of a young girl
rather than those of a thirty-year old woman. Both of the large swollen nipple
areas displayed reddish patches as evidence of Miss Reynolds's previous
attentions.
Samantha gently rubbed the nipples with the palms of both hands. They erected
fully and were nearly three-quarters an inch in length. She then firmly flicked
each in turn with the finger and thumb of her right hand. Farrell gasped and
flinched but had the good sense not to break her position. Judith had briefed
her about breast punishments and however unbelievable she found that
information; she persisted with the breast examination like an old hand at the
centre.
"Collected and breast related demerits yet girl?" Samantha enquired.
"No Miss." replied Farrell wondering where the line of questioning would take
her.
"Very fortunate," with aureole and nipples this size the cane would really hurt
across these small breasts wouldn't it?" Farrell closed her eyes and screwed up
her face at the mere suggestion.
"I said wouldn't it girl¡are you deaf?" demanded Miss Reynolds.
"Yes Miss, it would Miss." Replied the frightened girl.
"They are certainly firm enough," she went on, "I don't suppose you have any
discomfort from them during exercise, lets see for ourselves. Run on the
spot¡stop¡now jump up and down¡stop. Amazing, they hardly move at all, just
quiver. Small, firm but rather sensitive would describe them accurately I
think." Now lets see what other hidden secrets you both have. Miss Kenton, may
we have them both completely stripped for inspection?"
Following the Wardresses order Stewart slipped off his underpants and Farrell,
blushing with embarrassment removed her stockings, garter belt and shoes. They
then both resumed the present position. Despite his efforts, Stewart remained
erect.
"Take a look at the results of the thrashing that they received this morning."
Suggested Miss Kenton. "It will give you some idea of what any of the prisoners
can expect if they step out of line. Prisoners, bend over, grasp your ankles and
don't move. Both of you, get those feet wider apart."
Miss Reynolds moved to the rear of Stewart. The weals and bruises across his
up-thrust buttocks made her gasp. She gently trailed her fingertips over the
welts made by Miss James's strap and then, moving down, over the rapidly
developing bruises from the cane. She pinched the most prominent ridge between
the fingertips and thumbs on both hands and pinched hard. Stewart bucked
slightly and gasped aloud with the pain.
"Oh you poor thing." Said Miss Reynolds sarcastically. "Is your poor bottom
still sore boy? How about the girl?" she said moving behind Farrell. "You seem
to have got off lightly with just the cane, how does this feel?" she asked
pinching a weal that ran just across the junction of the girl's thighs and
buttocks. Unfortunately for Farrell, the pain was so sharp that her legs buckled
from under her and in trying to keep her balance she took an involuntary step
forward. Miss Kenton moved towards her and stood in front of Farrell now
struggling to resume the ordered position. She grasped the girl's ponytail and
pulled her upright.
"Did either Miss Reynolds or I give you permission to move?" she asked. When I
tell you to take up a position you will hold that position until I decide you
should move."
She released Farrell's hair and who immediately bend double again. Calmly Miss
Kenton unhitched her strap from her belt and handed it to Samantha.
" Miss Reynolds, would you please lay three hard strokes across the weal that
the girl appears to find so sensitive. If she fails to hold position please lay
on a further three strokes across the same area until she learns to obey my
instructions." Samantha could not believe her luck. She took the proffered strap
with the grip in the right hand and lovingly drew the business end across her
other palm a few times. She stood to the girls left looking down at the spread
legs and protruding nates. She had seen many females naked in her young life but
had never had one displayed so shamelessly for her amusement. The prisoner was
remarkably hirsute between her legs and, despite the blatant position, still
managed to hide her vulva and anus behind the thick mat of pubic hair. Time for
that later, right now she had to impress her friend Judith with her efforts with
this strap.
Samantha raised the strap over her shoulder, savoured the moment then brought it
down towards the very tops of both thighs. Because of the legs being widespread
it landed on her right thigh with a loud crack. Farrell gasped and her right
knee flexed but she managed to hold her position. The next stroke hit the top of
the left thigh with even more venom causing a muffled yelp and very nearly a
movement of the left foot as the left knee buckled slightly. Finally, realising
that this was her last chance to impress her friend, Samantha brought down the
last eight inches of the tawse across the livid weal from the previous stroke on
the right thigh.
Farrell lost it completely. Her leg jerked forward and her hands came up from
her ankles to grasp her thigh. Miss Kenton stood impassively until the girl's
gyrations and cries had stopped.
"You really are a disobedient bitch," she said to the whimpering prisoner." I
could order that this punishment be repeated all night until you learn to
control yourself but instead I intend to get it over with. We will hold you in
position but in return for this "favour", you will have to take six stokes of
the strap. Agreed?"
"Yes Miss." replied Farrell with a sniffle.
"Stewart, come over here boy." Continued Miss Kenton. " You will lay on your
back." Stewart did as he was told. Farrell was told to stand over him, legs
apart, facing his head with her feet tucked under his armpits. He was then told
to grip her ankles with his hands to prevent any foot movement. Next Miss Kenton
selected a pair of handcuffs and a heavyweight punishment strap from the rack of
implements. It was two foot six inches long and two inches wide with a split
half way down its length. It was a heavy brute and remarkably rigid despite its
well oiled condition.
Whilst she was making the selection Stewart could not help looking up into the
prisoner Farrell's crotch and at her anguished face just visible to him over the
top of her breasts. He could only hope, in view of his position that her bladder
control had improved since the morning!
Miss Kenton handed the strap to her assistant who immediately commented on the
weight. She was told that it was after all a punishment implement not a
correctional strap that she had used previously. Miss Kenton then took a
position facing the girl and told her to bend over. As she did so, Miss Kenton
pulled up her uniform skirt and stood over the girl's neck. Then she reached
behind her, grasped the ponytail from between her legs and pulled the head up
and back. so that, when she closed her legs, the prisoner's head was held fast
against her crotch and stockinged thighs. Farrell was obliged to wrap her arms
around the wardress's waist. Feeling behind her, Miss Kenton swiftly handcuffed
the girl's wrists.
Farrell was now held almost as rigidly as if she was strapped to a horse. Even
though Miss Kenton was a tall female, Farrell was forced into a slightly
squatting position by the position of her head. Stewart was now presented with a
splayed crotch hanging above him with the vulva slightly parted and fully
exposed despite the hirsute matting that surrounded it.
Samantha raised the heavy strap, paused for a few seconds and then brought it
swinging down on to the defenceless flesh of the inmate. It struck with a firm
"thwuck" across the centre of the nates. She waited for around thirty seconds
for the pain to peak then raised the strap again. This time it was brought down
over the lower area of the girl's buttocks that were already tenderised by her
previous floggings. A muffled scream came from between Miss Kenton's thighs.
Farrell moved in the only way she could, by flexing her knees, giving Stewart an
unbelievable view of her most private parts as her vulva gaped then closed.
Strokes three and four were delivered across the upper part of the nates, as
hard as the young sadist knew how. She saved the best still last.
Changing her position slightly she raised the tawse high over her shoulder and
brought it lashing down over the tops of the victims thighs, then without a
pause, repeated the stroke to the exact same spot. It took Stewart some effort
to hold the feet and ankles as the girl bucked and reared under the pain. Miss
Kenton rode the girl's neck as if at a rodeo until eventually the prisoner
calmed down.
Swiftly, the handcuffs were undone and the girl was released from the heavy neck
bondage. Stewart was ordered to release his grip and move to one side. Farrell
stood sobbing, clutching her agonised thighs and buttocks with tears running
down her cheeks. Miss Kenton congratulated Samantha on the effort she had put
into the beating and Samantha, in turn, expressed her surprise that the girl had
retained control of her urine, bearing in mind her previous offence. She was
told that her friend had expected a little accident" hence the Stewart's
position beneath her.
"Not to worry," said Miss Kenton with a laugh. "The night is young! and now its
time for the girl to spend time on the horse."
She took Samantha over to the sturdy wooden trestle. Across the high cross bar
was an ordinary horse saddle but along the centre of the seat there was a tufted
ridge of black bristles about an inch long. The rest of the saddle was covered
in shorter bristles that would press against the inner thighs. They both ran
their hands over the saddle.
"Ouch!" said Samantha. "I see what you mean about the discomfort. For what
offences are the prisoners made to sit on this for?"
Miss Kenton explained that the horse was never used as a punishment but only as
a form of penance for females who had stepped out of line in some minor way.
Every wardress had her own special way of making the horse even more
uncomfortable than it was designed to be. The girl would be made to sit for a
period of time and a clockwork timer was mounted on the frame, in full view of
the "rider", to regulate that.
She went on to explain about the understrap that Farrell had been made to wear
for P.T. earlier in the day and how it would have tenderised her ready for this.
Additionally, her buttocks and thighs having been recently beaten, she would
find it rather an ordeal.
Samantha was immediately curious about the effects of an understrap, so Miss
Kenton ordered Farrell to lay on her back on a large leather covered table. To
the prisoners mortification she was then told to pull up her knees to her chest
and spread them wide simply for the benefit of these two young girls. Casually
Miss Kenton showed Samantha the red sore patches of skin that were visible
through the thick matting of pubic hair. One knot had obviously chafed against
her sensitive anus, another around her perineum and, when she parted the girl's
labia, another had chafed inside her inner labia and one at the very top had
reddened her clitoris. A quick rub with Miss Kenton's fingertip was enough to
demonstrate how sore this now was.
The hapless prisoner was ordered to mount the saddle using the stirrups and then
lower herself down to make contact. Farrell gasped loudly as her sensitised
flesh made contact. Miss Kenton shortened the stirrup length so that the girl
was obliged to squat with her knees high rather than simply sit. Her hands were
then pulled behind her and handcuffed together so that they could not be used to
support her weight in any way. Finally, Miss Kenton added her own speciality to
the girls suffering: two large nipple clamps were produced on lengths of elastic
cord. The cord was fixed to the pommel of the saddle and then, with the length
of the cord adjusted, the one inch round tongues of the clamps were firmly
affixed to the underside of each nipple and areolae. In themselves the clamps
were not that painful, but any attempt to lift her crotch from the saddle would
change that as Farrell soon found out.
Without waiting for an invitation Miss Reynolds moved in to examine the prisoner
under duress. She playfully flicked the elastic cords to assess their tightness
then reached under the girl's buttocks and pulled them wide so that the ridge of
bristles could reach the sensitive anal cleft. Next she placed her fingers under
the front of Farrell's crotch and separated her labial lips ensuring that no
protection to her most sensitive areas was possible. Finally she firmly pressed
the lower part of the girl's stomach and was rewarded by Farrell's eyes widening
and her looking towards her tormentor with a look of absolute pleading.
"I hear you have a reputation for having a rather weak bladder girl," she said
pressing the area even more firmly with her fingers. "I do so hope that your
control has improved since earlier in the day."
Miss Kenton, smiling broadly, congratulated her on her initiative. "Twenty
minutes should be enough." She said, setting the timer.
The door opened and in walked one of the student nursing staff. She was a
slightly spotty; pale faced girl of about 18 with lank dark hair down to her
shoulders. Of medium height she had a slim figure and was dressed in the Centre
uniform for student nurses of a light blue dress, dark stockings and nurses hat.
She carried a large black equipment bag.
"Good evening ladies, I'm Student Nurse Payton." She announced. "My senior nurse
sends her apologies but she is rather busy at the moment so she sent me. I have
been trained in male discipline and she felt that it would be good experience
for me to do this by myself." With scarcely a glance at the twitching prisoner
on the horse she shook hands with Miss Kenton who introduced her to Samantha.
"I take it that this is the purpose of my visit," she said coldly looking at
Stewart. "I can see the problem from here, I take it that the wretch has agreed
to this sort of unofficial genital discipline?"
Stewart groaned inwardly. So this was the plan. Even though such treatment had
never been mentioned he knew that he had no option but to go through with
whatever she had in mind and try to co-operate as much as he could. He was now
the plaything of three young female sadists, and there was not a thing he could
do about it. It came as no surprise when Miss Kenton assured the nurse that his
consent had been given.
"If you ladies have no objections I won't specify how long the discipline should
last. Instead I will continue until all three of us are satisfied that he has
received enough pain to make him consider the need for a change of attitude. You
see, Samantha, it would be possible to inflict so much pain that the prisoner
passes out within seconds of me starting on him, but that would achieve nothing.
We are taught to inflict prolonged discomfort and pain to his genitals. Don't be
surprised that I also include some sexual stimulation in the session, the
contrast between pain and pleasure will make him even more aware of his position
in life¡anyway, its always easier to hurt an erect penis!" she added with a
laugh. "Unfortunately the only female prisoner is rather busy at the moment so I
wonder if Samantha would kindly oblige. Nothing too embarrassing, but it would
help if you could remove your top so that he has a bra to ogle at."
Blushing, Samantha slipped of her woollen sweater and stood there in her slacks
with her long hair hanging down her back and her large breasts encased in a
frilly white three-quarter cup bra. Her breasts swelled over the constraining
top of the cups and the shape of her nipples clearly protruded under the
material.
"Its just that I believe the wretch should be in no doubt that he is under
female control and discipline, I have to remain formally dressed as the person
in charge of his treatment." Concluded the nurse. She placed her bag on a table
and started to select some equipment from it.
A gasp of pain came from the horsed girl as she desperately tried to find, if
not a comfortable position, then at least one that hurt less than the present
one. "Quite girl, I don't want to hear from you for at least another 15
minutes." Snapped Miss Kenton.
The Nurse reappeared in front of Stewart, she was wearing the heavily ridged
surgical gloves that were reserved for the examination of male prisoners. She
slowly walked around him and returned to the position to his front. She looked
down with disgust at his penis and testicles that were forced up by the tight
waistband of his shorts. His penis was already swollen and under the gaze of
this young female it sprang into full erection.
"I see what you mean about this problem of his." She remarked. "I can't
guarantee that he will be able to control himself in the future, but the bastard
will certainly wish he could." She took hold of his penis and pulled him over to
a gynaecological examination chair that was against a wall. It had been
specially modified by the staff at the centre and a large "V" had been cut into
the seat. He was told to sit down and found that this cutaway left his testicles
without support and hanging down even though his thighs were supported. Within
seconds the nurse had his wrists and elbows strapped to the arm rests and his
knees fully splayed as his thighs were secured and his feet secured in the
stirrups. The whole chair with it's secured victim was then leant backwards.
To be continued.
