Chapter 22.
With a smug look of anticipation, Samantha adjusted the chair so that the back
was parallel to the floor of the punishment room. She then climbed into it and
lay back with her legs well parted with her pantied crotch displayed to the
standing prisoners, Stewart and Farrell.
" One of the essential requirements of the training at this centre is that
prisoners learn to obey any order that the staff may give them," lectured Miss
Kenton. "sometimes, the order may require a prisoner to subjugate their own
sexual tendencies or personal habits and carry out duties that they may find a
little unpleasant. Whatever the order it must be carried out instantly,
completely and without question. I need hardly say that any refusal will always
be dealt with severely. The charge would be "Failure to obey an order" and as
you may already appreciate that would result in at least several strokes of the
cane."
She walked over to Farrell, and stood in front of her brushing her nipples with
her bra-covered breasts. " The order would then be repeated and any further
refusal would result in a continuing, and more severe punishment. Even the most
obdurate female breaks eventually Farrell, so take my advice, prove your
obedience, and make life easy for yourself. From the state of your buttocks you
really must learn to swallow your pride¡and anything else I order." She added
with a smile.
" We will start with something simple," she continued," Stewart will take the
left foot and Farrell will take the right. I want both feet thoroughly tongue
washed. I'm afraid that they are rather grubby, what with the normal sweat and
then the rather damp floor here in the punishment room, thanks to your lack of
control Farrell!"
Stewart moved quickly to the assigned foot and started to lick the sole as
thoroughly as he could. The skin was wet rather than damp and he had to fight
his natural inclination to rebel against the salty bitter taste. He was well
into forcing his tongue between the tightly closed toes when he looked sideways
at his fellow prisoner. Farrell's eyes were squeezed shut but her tongue was
extended and licking feverishly.Gradually they covered each foot and were
working around the rather thick ankles when the next order came.
"Both of you stop," said Miss Kenton. "I now want you to take a respective
breast each and use your tongues to lick all around it apart from the nipples."
The two prisoners dodged around the splayed knees and moved up to Miss Reynolds
breasts. They both started on the top surface and slowly licked their way around
the globes to some appreciative murmurs from their owner. By now Stewart's
tongue was aching, but he knew better than to slow down. His tip pressed into
the firm flesh with every lick and soon he was forcing his organ under the
sagging breast to suck away the accumulated sweat that had been trapped there.
The breasts flopped slightly towards their owner's side, even so, Stewart's and
Farrell's head made frequent contact as they positioned to lap every inch of
their assigned boob. Finally the order came to "Excite the nipples" and they
transferred their tongues and now lips to the new task.
Starting with running his weary tongue around the puffy aureola. Stewart soon
moved to the nipple itself. He found that by firm squeezing between his lips
allied with a strong suction the noticeably large nipple really grew in size.
The one he was sucking erected to the diameter of a small finger and was almost
an inch long. The low moans from the reclining girl indicated her pleasure at
the twin sensations created by the two prisoners.
Miss Kenton ordered them to stop. As they both stood it was obvious that Farrell
had overcome her inhibitions and had sucked the other nipple just as hard as
Stewart, and had achieved the same turgid result.
But the most stringent part of the test had yet to come:
"It is now time for you both to demonstrate your total respect for Miss
Reynolds" said Miss Kenton. " You will both place one kiss on her panty covered
vulva. You first girl" she added looking at Farrell.
Nervously Farrell bent between the splayed legs and taking a deep breath,
brought her lips into contact with the black material with a soft kissing sound.
Without waiting to be told, Stewart changed places and respectfully brought his
face down to do the same. The material was stretched tightly over the crotch
but a small crease was still visible and was centered on a damp patch that felt
sticky to his lips. As he kissed the crotch the pungent scent of dried urine,
female musk and sweat permeated his nostrils. As he rose he caught a glimpse of
her face with its flushed complexion and eyes dilated with excitement.
"Stewart," commanded the Wardress, "You will now remove Miss Reynolds panties
for her.
Carefully Stewart stood between the girls legs, reached under her bottom as it
pressed into the leather seat and pulled the thong style panties down over her
hips until they were free of her crotch. Next he lifted the calves out of their
supports and placed one on each shoulder as he pulled the panties further away
from her body. Finally, he held both ankles with his right hand as he
manoeuvered the garment completely free allowing them to drop to the floor. He
then gently replaced her legs back to the indecently splayed position and stood
looking down at her face where the smug smile had changed to cold fury.
"You disobedient BASTARD!" she shouted. How many times do we have to tell you
that you are here to learn respect? How dare you throw my personal clothing on
to this filthy floor? Miss Kenton, I think that this boy needs teaching some
respect for my underwear."
Another opportunity had been offered to the two bitches, and they were not going
to let it pass. Inwardly Stewart cursed himself for his stupidity. Outwardly he
stammered an apology but knew that he was in for a sharp lesson in manners.
Finally Miss Kenton spoke:
" Stewart, get down on your hands and knees and pick up those panties¡with your
teeth. Make sure that you bite into the inside of the crotch." Stewart threw
himself to the ground directly between the raised legs. The panties lay there
with the white crotch lining uppermost. It was all too evident that they had
been worn for many hours since they were fresh and clean. The white gusset was
soaked, with an obvious, yellow stained area. Bracing himself against the
pungent odour Stewart gripped the exposed gusset between his teeth and stood in
front of the young Wardress as if he were her loyal labrador dog. Meanwhile,
Miss Reynolds had come down from the chair and stood next to Miss Kenton. The
former was stark naked and the latter in her prison uniform but only wearing a
bra above the waist. Even so, both exuded power and authority that came from the
knowledge that the two prisoners were theirs to do with as they wished.
Calmly Miss Kenton snatched the panties from his teeth. She slowly and
deliberately held them by the waistband and started to lash him across the face
with the inside surfaces. Left , right¡.left right with considerable force. The
panties were small and light ,even with the added dampness of personal contact
with Miss Reynolds. Even so they hit with a stinging force and soon Stewart's
cheeks, nose and forehead began to smart as he stood with eyes tightly closed,
accepting the beating from the young Wardress.
It took a full two minutes to assuage her anger. Finally she concluded by
fiercely rubbing the crotch around his nostrils then forcing his mouth open and
pushing the panties into his mouth so that his senses tasted , rather than smelt
the mix of sweat, urine and female arousal. He heard her walking behind him and
carefully opened his eyes and looked over his shoulder. His heart sank as he saw
her at the wall rack that contained the canes. Carefully she chose a long thin
example, flexed it between her hands, and then gave a few practice strokes into
thin air that emitted a whirring sound.
She walked back to Samantha and handed her the cane. She in turn examined it in
the same way and commented that it would be a real stinger.
"Sting may be a bit of an understatement" said Miss Kenton. His buttocks look
pretty sensitive, so six hard ones with this should do much to improve his
manners. Right boy, stand facing the chair, legs apart, bend from the waist,
rest your hands on your thighs just above the knees."
"Samantha, would you be so kind as to sit in the chair again in front of this
wretch, I want him to be fully aware of where his respect is needed." Samantha
climbed back into the inspection chair. Stewart's head was at a level with her
feet but her knees were now firmly together. As Miss Kenton raise the cane,
Samantha splayed her knees so that her crotch was displayed to Stewart just as
the cane came whirring down and struck across the lower part of his nates. No
one needed to remind him that this was the area on which he had received the
earlier caning. Miss Kenton had laid on with full force and the punishment cane
seared across his bruised skin like a hot wire. He grunted with pain into the
panty-gag and desperately fought to control his urge to stand and grasp his
buttocks.
The Wardress waited until she estimated that the pain had peaked then brought
the second stroke slashing down on the same area. Once again, Samantha had
waited for the cane to be raised and then ensured that Stewart was looking at
her fully spread crotch as the pain bit. Despite the pain Stewart could not
resist staring at the matted pubic hair and the pink slit for as long as Miss
Reynold's legs remained parted.
The next savage stroke conformed that the bitch was going to lay all the strokes
across the bruises on the lower part of his buttocks and the tops of his thighs.
This was, Stewart surmised, to avoid leaving any evidence of this unofficial
flogging by a junior member of the correctional staff. To hell with the greatly
increased pain that the victim would feel in having the cane laid across
existing weals. As soon as the pain peaked his mind was forced to turn to
controlling his reaction, to remaining in position and to continuing to stare at
the splayed genitalia of Miss Reynolds instead of his eyes being held tightly
shut to absorb the agony.
The fourth stroke cut into the soft and bruised sulcus between his buttocks and
thighs. He almost screamed with the pain and the panties nearly fell out of his
opened mouth.Miss Reynold's grinned at him in amusement and placing her fingers
either side of her vulva, slowly opened it slowly. Even as he absorbed the pain,
Stewart could not help but stare with a mixture of curiousity and lust at the
proffered gash.
The final two strokes were laid across the tops of his taught thighs in quick
succession. Miss Reynold's legs did not have time to close and she pulled the
outer lips fully apart so that her entire vulva was parted to Stewart's gaze. He
dare not move and stood, bent at the waist clutching his knees and shaking with
the pain. After around two minutes and as the pain started to ease he was
ordered to stand.
"Following that brief lesson in manners, we will now get back to the task in
hand." snapped Miss Kenton, still visibly flushed form her exertions. "You, boy,
will now tongue clean Miss Reynolds crotch starting at the start of her buttock
crease. You girl will watch closely as you will be required to show your total
respect next".
Slowly Stewart moved towards the occupant of the gynaecology chair. He kneeled
between the spread legs and brought his tongue up to the start of her furrow.
Miss Reynold's position ensured that the cheeks were well parted and the pubic
hairs did nothing to obscure her puckered brown anus. The area was glistening
with sweat and with as much reverence as he could muster he started to firmly
lick the groove. He forced himself to ignore the musty odour of unwashed skin
and the salty bitter taste that permeated his taste buds. Instead he forced
himself to lick the area clean as his tongue moved inexorably upwards to the
anus.
Steeling himself against is natural reaction of refusal, Stewart pointed his
tongue and pushed it hard against the wrinkled centre. As the girl relaxed her
sphincter he was able to partially penetrate her rectum slightly and then to
stimulate the surrounding muscular circle. Appreciative moaning sounds from
above his head reassured him that another brutal thrashing was not in her mind
for the moment.
Slowly he transferred his attentions to the perineum, licking through the
thicker hairs to wash the area thoroughly. Soon he was at the portals of the
actual sex. This would be make or break concerning any further punishments that
night. Staring at the lower opening, he turned his head from side to side so
that his tongue could penetrate more deeply as he lapped and sucked the inner
labia. The scent had changed to the now familiar stale urine and powerful musk
of a sexually roused young female. He forced his tongue inwards, around and
upwards, towards her most sensitive nub. The legs closed around his ears
shutting him off from the sounds of the punishment room. He closed his lips
around the erect clitoris and sucked it into the tunnel made by the pursed lips
so that he could tongue tantalise the tip. He was aware of the bucking action
that this caused and even with the thighs trapping his ears he could hear the
loud calls of "Yes¡yes¡yes¡" as his young mistress reached her climax in her
own little world. Desperately aware that he had not been told to move away he
continued to slavishly suck and lick even though the thighs had parted and the
abundance of secretion confirmed his success. Eventually Miss Kenton ordered him
to stand.
"Well at last Stewart, we seem to have found something that you can do to our
satisfaction she smiled. Now it's your turn girl, start in the same place and
you had better get the same result!"
With a look of fear and loathing on her face, Farrell bent between her legs with
her lips only inches from Miss Reynold's genitalia. It may have been the bodily
smells or it may have been the sight of another female, but she moved no closer.
Suddenly, Miss Kenton was in position with the cane and it was brought swishing
down across the lower part of Farrell's nates. The shock was so that the female
prisoner's head was driven into the crotch and, with a sob of pain and
desperation, she started to lick as if her life depended upon the action.
No more "encouragement" from the cane was required; Farrell had broken. She
licked the slippery groin of the other girl if not with enthusiasm, at least
with some effort and concentration. She did not linger around the anus as
Stewart had but moved rapidly to the dripping wet Vulva. She was soon flicking
her tongue furiously around and at the other girls most sensitive spot. It was
over in seconds with the chaired Miss Reynolds almost screaming in pain as the
second orgasm in minutes overwhelmed her.
Afterwards, as Wardress Kenton replaced her uniform shirt and tie and Miss
Reynolds dressed herself, Stewart and Farrell were ordered to the present
position. They were still naked and still nervous.
"A very successful evening smiled Miss Kenton. True there were lapses on both
your parts but the corrections were well taken and I am sure that you will both
be the better for this additional training. After you have cleaned up Farrell's
little loss of control and tidied the equipment you may dismiss to the showers.
I shall see you both on parade in the morning."
With that they swept out of the room.
To be continued.
