Chapter 20.
Miss Reynolds walked over to the chair and stood between Stewart's legs staring
down at the limp and reddened penis. She cupped her breasts and played with her
nipples through the material until the nubs were visible protrusions. She then
ordered Farrell to stand to the side of the chair bound prisoner.
Slowly she removed her bra and slipped her arms through the straps throwing the
garment to one side. She then stood in the present position just like the female
prisoner. Her breasts were large but still retained their young girl firmness
and pout. The nipples, though with smaller aureole than Farrell's, were thicker
and engorged from her self-stimulation.
"Which of us has the most attractive breasts boy?" she enquired. "Wouldn't you
like to make mine as red as hers? Just imagine having me as your prisoner, to do
with as you wish." She said as she started to stroke her mammaries."You would be
able to play with them or even punish them if you thought that I deserved it.
Believe me they are very sensitive so you could soon have me whimpering."
With that she reached over him and caught Farrell's left nipple in a tight grip
and started to squeeze and pull so that the girl squirmed.
"Would you make me suffer like this boy? Well Stewart, what do you say?
"Please Miss, if I said anything like that Miss Kenton would have me thrashed
for insolence." Replied the nervous male.
"Of course she would," replied his tormentress, "how fortunate for you that we
can't read your filthy male mind." She added with a final twist to the female's
breast.
"If only, if only." thought Stewart as the idea of having this young bitch as
his prisoner. His mind wandered over the possibilities of being able to pinch
and twist, as she stood available to him not daring to move or object. He would
be able to run his hands down to her crotch and try to feel her intimate shape
through the trousers that she wore. Perhaps casually order her to strip to her
panties and then feel her most intimate areas, with her obliged to accept, to
remain silent as he did as he wished. He would be able to order her to strip
naked, take up the most humiliating positions that he could devise. He could,
and would, find serious fault with her slowness or lack of effort. He could
order a flogging for her with one of the whippy canes hanging from the¡
The wanderings of his mind were brought to a sudden halt by an excited
exclamation by Miss Reynolds as his penis raised itself to full tumescence . She
accepted the nurse's congratulations with a laugh and watched as she produced
what looked like a plastic tongue depressor. The object was about eight inches
long and half an inch wide and coloured dark blue with a rounded tip.
"I normally use this on the female prisoners clitoris" explained the nurse. "It
enables an accurate flick to be administered to the exact spot that I require.
Naturally the labia have to be pulled apart to expose the target but then¡" she
held the strip with her right hand, pulled up the tip at about forty five
degrees and let fly with a sharp "thwick" against the top of Stewart's uncovered
and unprotected organ. "This particular target is certainly larger and will
require more than the customary five flicks. Shall we say ten flicks for this
prisoner ladies?
And, watching Stewart's face¡ added "¡each?
It was decided that the nurse would go first. She handed a rubber glove to
Samantha who, wearing it, grasped the base of the penis, pulling hard down on
the foreskin to keep it clear of the glans. Nurse Payton reached up and adjusted
a bright spotlight to illuminate her target, then, moving to between Stewart's
feet pressed the top inch of the spatula horizontally across the underside of
the tip. She pulled the tip well back with her right hand, released it
and¡"Thwick" it struck home. Thanks to the firm grip of Miss Reynolds, the
shaft remained rigid and the impact was absorbed in full by the tender flesh.
The next was slightly higher, then on the left side¡right side, left side
again¡vertically down on the tip and so on all around the now throbbing glans
until the ten flicks had been given.
At first Stewart had found the spatula treatment to be almost stimulating as
each felt like a sharp sting, but the second time it touched in the same or
closed area the pain became intensified. Now it was Samantha's turn to make him
squirm.
And squirm he did.
It was as if his whole being was centred in the swollen purple knob. Each time
the spatula was pulled back and the grip tightened on the shaft he stopped
breathing. Then would come the almost inaudible sound of the plastic striking
home followed by the searing sting. No sooner had the sting subsided the plastic
was positioned anew and the agony re-inflicted. The word clinical and the word
methodical could both be applied to the way in which the bare breasted young
girl moved slowly round the chaired prisoner, pushing Farrell to one side,
positioning herself and then her instrument for the next strike.
By the time she had applied her allotted ten flicks Stewart's erection was well
on the way to total collapse. He was rigid with the pain, almost forgetting the
need to breathe and moaning loudly. The nurse glanced first at the shrinking
organ and then at Samantha, issuing a challenge with her raised eyebrows.
Miss Reynolds moved back to between his knees. She smiled at him and then slowly
unclipped and unzipped the side of her slacks. The garment was slid down to the
floor and she kicked them to one side. She stood at the present with her breasts
and pelvis thrust forward. She wore only a small pair of black panties, which,
as she slowly turned around, were revealed to be a thong with a thin strap at
the rear which had virtually disappeared into her anal cleft. As Stewart's eyes
took in the body of the girl he took in the thick sturdy legs, thighs and
buttocks of a horsewoman. She leant between his splayed legs and gently shook
her breasts in front of his face taking care not to make contact. She then asked
the nurse to lower his head to below waist height and walked round to the
headrest.
Stewart was now looking up at the almost naked disciplinarian as she stood
looming over him. She moved round and placed a leg either side of her victim and
then slowly squatted until her crotch was only inches from his face. Stewart
looked up at the splayed crotch with it's inadequate covering of stretched black
fabric. Either side pubic hair spilled out and hung down. The panty-crotch was
damp and stained slightly and the aroma of unwashed femininity reached his
nostrils. He glanced up past her pubic mound, the firm slightly convex stomach
with it's light covering of fine hair; to the underside of both breasts where
small patches of sweat were revealed when any movement caused the globes to
swing and sway. Her armpits, glistening with sweat had the dark stubble of body
hair that had not felt a razor for several days. Between her breasts appeared
her face with its open mouth and tongue slowly licking the lips.
He was suddenly aware of the grip on his sore member and the feeling of rigidity
as the nurse congratulated Samantha once again on her resuscitatory abilities.
He heard rather than saw the spatula being handed to Miss Kenton and braced
himself for the first stroke. When it came he heard himself scream with the
sudden pain. The uniformed wardress must have pulled the plastic back further
than before and driven the tip into the soft tenderised underside of his glans.
Within seconds she had repeated the stroke with the same savage force, and to
the same spot.
"Dear me what a fuss the boy is making!" exclaimed the wardress. "Sam, could you
find someway of deadening the sounds so that I am not distracted in any way."
With a wide grin on her face Samantha turned round and stood over Stewart's head
again; this time facing his body and slamming her feet down on the floor. She
indicated that she required the prisoner's head elevating and Miss Kenton did
this until his face fitted snugly into her friends splayed crotch. Stewart now
found his mouth covered by the damp panty gusset with his nose jammed into the
material hidden by the anal cleft. There was no room for movement as his head
was jammed between the headrest and Miss Reynolds but he could just breathe
through his nose. His olfactory senses were immediately assaulted by the smells
of girl-sweat, stale urine and the pungent musky odour of an unwashed female.
The firm thick thighs closed on his ears and he did not hear the sound of the
plastic hitting, but he certainly felt it as it sprang against the same spot.
He found himself moaning in pain into the girl's crotch. A most pleasant
sensation for Miss Reynolds who responded by clamping his head even tighter and
rubbing herself backwards and forwards over his face. Again and again the
plastic struck home to the soft defenceless underside and again and again he
yelled into the feminine gag that had been applied. He snatched breaths when he
could with the pain fortunately taking his mind away from the odours that he was
obliged to inhale. Eventually the ten flicks had been given and, reluctantly,
Samantha lifted herself off her human perch.
"As you have just seen, sometimes the simplest devices can be the most effective
when they are used with some thought." Said the nurse producing a length of
elastic. About a foot long with a knot at each end she dangled it in the air
above the prisoner.
"This can be used on almost any part of the body and provided it is used with
accuracy, can be very painful. Come here girl." She snapped at Farrell.
"Stand at the present, and don't move" she added.
The nurse pulled the elastic back and aimed with the thumb of her left hand.
With a "twang" the knot at the loose end snapped into Farrells navel causing her
to gasp and bend slightly at the waist. The next target was her left ear lobe
which the nurse hit from behind her head. Then the back of her left knee.
Finally, the demonstration was concluded by the nurse moving back to the girls
side. She slowly took aim on the right side of the right nipple and let fly.
Somehow Farrell managed to remain in position, evidence in itself that the
training at the Correctional Centre was starting to pay dividends.
Once again the attention reverted to Stewart as the nurse returned to his chair.
First she tilted it back to the maximum and then sat on a low stool between his
legs. He thought at first that her target would be his dangling testicles and
started an involuntary shaking. Instead she politely asked Miss Kenton and Miss
Reynolds to pull his buttocks apart.
It was to be his anus.
"I will aim for the very centre of the anus" she remarked. "With the last
prisoner I did this to I managed to drive the knot inside the opening by
catching her when she relaxed."
With that, the next torment started as she fired the hard knotted elastic at the
clenched opening over and over again. As with the spatula, a stroke by itself
was of no real consequence, but the same flick, over and over again to the same
spot was shear agony. Finally the nurse achieved her target. By releasing the
taught elastic at exactly the right time she caught the muscle when it was
relaxed and the knotted tip flew into the small opening causing unbelievable
pain in such a sensitive and humiliating area. Suddenly the nurse stood up.
"Well that should suffice for now." She said. " No guarantees about him not
erecting at the wrong times but he should now be as scared as hell when he does.
Remember Stewart, I can and will give you a session like this every night of
your stay here if one of the staff asks me to. Just one more little thing and
then I will be off. Normally he gets two of these but...well¡I'm sure he won't
mind if we all have a go.
With that she approached him with a clamp device and, fixing it to his scrotum,
lifted it up so that his testicles were squeezed tight in the scrotum and were
well presented. With a sickening feeling Stewart knew immediately what the
"little thing" was to be. These bitches were going to hit his most sensitive
organs for no other reason than to exercise their total control over him. He
knew it would be agonising but he also knew that he would have to accept without
question that they had the authority and could inflict the pain without
hesitation. If he made the slightest protest it would be taken as wilful
insolence and the discipline would be postponed only as long as it took them to
have him flogged. It would then be inflicted with even greater severity. He lay
in the chair and started to brace himself both mentally and physically.
Samantha watched with curiosity as the nurse stood between his legs, lifted the
clamp with her left hand, poised her bent finger close to the left bulb and
flicked it. The pain was not instantaneous, it built from a sharp stab to a
sickening cramping that reached to the very centre of Stewart's being.
They changed places with the nurse now standing to his side, still lifting his
organs to ensure their vulnerability. Miss Kenton stood between his legs. Slowly
she positioned her finger and thumb next to the right testicle and let fly with
the long fingernail.
Again the pain, the cramping and the moans as Stewart fought against his natural
instincts to call the wardress the bitch that she surely was. He was aware of
Samantha moving into position. He was to receive a third blow as the nurse had
said. Carefully the young nearly naked girl lifted his testes with her hand. The
times that she had wished that she could do this to some arrogant male and
now¡she could.
"What a shame for you that there are three of us here Stewart she cooed as she
cupped the agonised organs. If there were just the staff here this would be over
by now but you have to have it again just for my benefit. Well, the least I can
do is to offer you the choice, do you wish me to hurt your right testicle or
your left?" She paused for a second and then continued¡"If you can't decide
soon I shall have to ask if I can hit both of them¡"
Summoning all his control Stewart spoke:
"Please Miss. Would you hit my right testicle please. "
Miss Reynolds smiled sympathetically at him, positioned her finger and thumb and
whacked her fingernail in as hard as she knew how against the tight and
constricted scrotum¡ hitting the lower surface of his left one.
This time the pain was instantaneous and reached an even higher peak of
sharpness and cramping. Samantha swiftly moved to his side, lay across his chest
with her breast resting on him and gently stroked his forehead with her hands.
"There, there boy, be brave, be brave¡after all this pain is really for your
own good, otherwise we wouldn't go to all this trouble." She said as she watched
his contorted face as he fought the inner battle to control himself against
their sadism and blatant hypocrisy. Slowly the pain subsided and eventually,
with nothing else to savour about her victim's face, Miss Reynolds slid off him
and stood up.
"Well, ladies, I'm off" announced the nurse. "I will send for the equipment in
the morning. I do hope you four enjoy yourselves in here tonight!" she added
with a sly grin over her shoulder as she left.
To be continued.
