Chapter 21.
Miss Kenton quickly unstrapped Stewart from the examination chair and ordered
him to stand. In a way he had preferred the security of the seat where he had no
option other that to accept the pain. Now he was free to move again he was
apprehensive as to his abilities to take more punishment without raising a hand
or even a fist in retaliation. He knew of course that any verbal criticism or
insolence by him, even when under discipline, would result in a savage
punishment. A threat of violence by him would be an unbelievably worse offence
in the minds of the staff at the Correctional Centre. All he could do from now
on would be to obey and try to keep control of himself.
Farrell was thinking much along the same lines. She had the additional problem
of being sexually abused by another female. She had always considered herself to
be totally "straight" in her relationships but here, in the Centre, it was
another matter. She found being touched intimately by a female repulsive and as
for having to carry out a sexual service to another girlĄ She knew that a
refusal by her to sexually relate to a wardress would result in punishment
followed by a further order to comply. Sooner or later she would be broken into
obedience. Could she, or indeed should she hold out against them. In her heart
she knew that her pride would have to be swallowed and she would have to try her
hardest to obey their orders. It was all a question of priorities. The swollen
pain from her bladder reminded her that her first priority was to relieve
herself but how could she do that? Should she simply ask like any other human
being?
Miss Kenton ordered the two prisoners to stand, side by side, naked and at the
present in front of two large comfortable chairs. She then took up one of the
seats and motioned Samantha to take the other. They made a contrasting pair. In
one seat sat Miss Kenton in her starched uniform shirt and tie, formal and
upright and next to her slumped the young girl, near naked and unkempt. Stewart
couldn't help but notice the blatant way Miss Reynolds sat. Legs splayed leaning
back with her naked breasts sagging just slightly to either side of her chest
with a look of smug anticipation on her face.
"How shall we fill in the time remaining prisoners?" asked Miss Kenton. "Things
haven't been too pleasant for you so far but perhaps, just perhaps, the worst
may be over as long as you obey Miss Reynolds and me implicitly."
"Please Miss," asked Farrell nervously, "I need to use the toilet Miss."
Miss Kenton leapt to her feet with a furious look on her face. Her companion
shook her head with a look of wide-eyed disbelief on her face.
"How dare you speak to me without permission girl! I will decide if and when a
prisoner needs to relieve herself. Are you suggesting that I don't know my job?"
There was no point in Farrell replying, the mistake had been made and her
punishment would now follow as surely as night follows day. She was not
surprised when the wardress stormed over to one of the equipment racks, and,
following a moments pause, selected a large polished wooden paddle. She strode
to a position in front of the girl and showed her the implement. It was about
eight inches wide, eighteen inches long and half an inch thick with a double
hand grip handle. Its surface was permeated by half-inch holes. From the way
Miss Kenton handled the instrument, it was both heavy and durable. It was
clearly designed to impact the whole buttock area each time it was applied.
"This paddle requires some skill in its application Sam, so I will lay the
strokes on: six should be enough to impress the bitch. Stewart, in position on
the ground to secure her feet! Samantha, would you please prepare to headlock
her neck."
Stewart lay down and within seconds had Farrell's feet trapped under his armpits
with her ankles grasped firmly by his hands. He looked up at the trembling girl.
Tears were already forming and starting to run down her cheeks. Above him loomed
her hairy crotch. He could see the red soreness of her inner thighs from the
earlier horsing and this time her long thick pubic hair was matted with sweat.
He fancied, perhaps incorrectly, that he could see the slight swelling of her
lower stomach caused by her bulging bladder. Her thighs kept trying to close
against his grip as she tried to control the urge to relax, but as Stewart knew
only too well: an accidental release would almost certainly happen.
Miss Kenton walked over and, holding the paddle between her knees, removed her
tie, undid her shirt sleeves then the front buttons and slipped the garment off.
Stewart was now looking up at the underside of the tall wardresses white bra as
she ran her thumbs and finger round the chest and shoulder straps to make it
more comfortable.
"Several of the staff here believe in stripping to the waist when they flog the
inmates so that their swings are not restricted in any way." she said.
"Personally I find that I need the support around my breasts when I am really
laying it on hard otherwise they bounce around too much."
Samantha stood, legs apart, just behind Stewart's head until Farrell was ordered
to bend over. She then adjusted her position and closed her crotch and thighs
around her neck and reached behind her to grasp her ponytail, wrapping it round
her fist. Miss Kenton transferred the paddle to her left hand and carefully ran
her hand over Farrell's proffered nates.
"Damn!" she exclaimed, "the muscles are far too tight across the pelvic bones
for this type of punishment. Let her stand."
Samantha released the girl who stood upright. Again Miss Kenton ran her hands
over the buttocks and pronounced that this would have to be the position.
Stewart was ordered to lay with his head two feet out from the gymnasium type
wall bars with his body at right angles to them. Farrell was then told to engage
his armpits again and lean forward to grasp the bars at just above head height.
Having satisfied herself with the girls position by running her hands over her
buttock muscles, Miss Kenton gave Samantha two leather wrist straps and clips
that she used to lock her hands to clips on the appropriate bar.
In this position, with Farrell leaning from the waist at about 30 degrees to the
vertical, Stewart's head was almost directly beneath the girl's splayed crotch
with her breasts and face in clear view. For her part Farrell was almost
relieved that her position precluded any movement for which she could be
punished further. She just hoped, for Stewart's sake that she could retain
control as the pain built.
She was soon to find out.
Miss Kenton grasped the paddle with both hands, swung it back and then, pivoting
round her hips, swung it back to slap in a noisy contact square against the
prisoners buttocks. The blow flattened Farrell's buttocks and drove her hips
forward. Her eyes alternated between being wide apart and screwed tightly shut
as she absorbed the searing sting. Again, with a loud "Splat", the paddle was
laid on. The third blow struck the rapidly reddening flesh and Farrell gasped
aloud. Stewart sensed from the sounds she was making that her limit was close.
Miss Kenton ran her hands over the punishment area.
"There is no better implement to hurt the whole area of the buttocks whilst not
causing deep bruising Sam." She advised her friend. "These last three should
really sting her."
With that the paddle was laid on for the fourth time. Farrell shrieked out at
the pain then, as her knees flexed, she lost control. A fierce jet of hot urine
shot from her parted vulva and hit Stewart full in the face. She desperately
tried to thrust her pelvis backwards so that the stream would be directed on to
his chest and not his face, but this was prevented by the wardress bringing the
paddle down for the fifth and then the sixth time. The impact drove her pelvis
forward and the pain deprived her mind of such charitable acts.
There was total silence in the room apart from the gushing of the liquid and the
sound it made as it hit Stewart's face and ran down over his chest and on to the
floor. Her bladder had obviously full to the limit and the flow seemed to last
for a considerable time to the watchers and an eternity to both prisoners.
Eventually it stopped and the sobbing humiliated female was unstrapped and they
were told to stand next to each other again.
The two disciplinarians resumed their positions in the chairs with the two
prisoners at the present in front of them. Stewart was drenched and the warm
salty liquid had run down from his head down over his body. Farrell was
relatively dry with only her thighs and feet glistening in the lights of the
punishment room. Miss Kenton, still stiff and starchy in manner despite the
absence of her uniform shirt, was the first to speak.
" I trust that you are both becoming fully aware of what I mean by obedience. As
you have just seen any error on your part will be dealt with quickly and
severely. I feel that I should emphasise this fact as we are now moving on to
where we have to test your response to orders of a rather personal nature.
Experience has taught me that there may be some hesitation on both of your
parts, particularly on yours Farrell, to instantly obeying Miss Reynolds and
myself. You have been warned!"
"Time for some fun Sam," she whispered to her friend. " Climb up on the
gynaecological chair."
To be continued.
