Chapter 23.
Daley paraded her squad in a line outside their accommodation just before eight
in the morning. They stood rigidly at attention in a bitingly cold wind awaiting
the arrival of Miss Kenton. The female prisoners were dressed in their
schoolgirl style uniforms and it wasn't long before Stewart could hear their
teeth chattering and sense the shivering from the females on either side of him.
"How long will she be?" came a whispered voice.
"For heavens sake keep quiet" snapped Daley, also under her breath. "Don't give
her
any excuses".
It was a full twenty minutes of body chilling coldness before the firm clicks of
their Junior Wardress's boots could be heard approaching. She stood, dressed in
a heavy warm uniform overcoat in front of them. Daley called them to the
"present" and Miss Kenton slowly walked down the front and then the rear of
their line, her eyes taking in every item of their dress as she inspected them.
The hair, the clean white shirts, the thrusting cold nipples forming points
under the material, the ties, skirts and shoes. Stewart, dressed in his denim
shirt and shorts hardly merited a glance. Eventually she moved back to the front
and stood them at ease with their hands behind their backs and feet apart.
" Good, a continuing improvement in smartness, keep it up." she said
encouragingly. "I have a few announcements to make, so listen carefully."
"I don't intend to repeat myself about the standards I expect from you,
sufficient to say that two prisoners, Farrell and the male prisoner Stewart
failed to achieve the required standard and received a little extra tuition last
night. Unfortunately, one other offender remains to be dealt with, Perring!"
There was a gasp of horror from the overweight girl.
"Surprised Perring? I suppose you thought that you had got away with it. Your
ridiculous gyrations under punishment broke one of your bra straps. Did you
really think I wouldn't take action against such careless damage to centre
property? Remove your tie and shirt, I want to inspect your repair to the
brassiere."
Perring quickly removed her tie then her shirt, handed them to the waiting Daley
and snapped to the present. She stood in the bitterly cold wind, shivering with
both fear and cold awaiting the next order. Her huge melon like breasts bulged
out of the restraining bra with nipples, turgid from the cold wind, protruding
though the bra material.
Casually Miss Kenton moved in front of the girl. She pulled on her left shoulder
strap and lifted her heavy breast as she examined the crude attempt at a repair.
With a sudden snap the stitches gave way and the breast sagged.
"This is unbelievable" snapped the wardress. " I have never seen such untidy
stitching. How dare you treat Centre property in this casual manner? This calls
for a
serious response." She then stood back, thinking to herself.
"Governor's Report for you my girl!" she suddenly snapped. "Daley and Stewart
will act as your escorts," and glancing at her watch¡"You will report to her at
1400hours."
Slowly the shivering girl dressed again in her shirt and tie. Her left breast
sagged downwards without the support of the bra strap and she had to lift it so
that the shirt would button completely. Meanwhile the squad were left to their
thoughts.
None of them had met the Lady Governess as yet. She was rumoured to be a very
successful businesswoman in her mid forties who, having made a considerable
fortune, had changed direction and joined the new correctional service at the
behest of a group of leading politicians. It was said that most of the rules and
conditions at the centres had been drawn up by her, using her political contacts
to ensure that they were rapidly passed into law. From what they had heard from
the other prisoners, she had virtually unlimited powers of punishment and was
utterly ruthless in dealing with any infractions of the rules. The squad were
called to attention and dismissed to their morning lectures.
They took their places in the allocated classroom and leapt to attention as the
teacher entered. In walked Miss Donnelly; aged around 25 she was tall,
extremely slim with short fair hair and an almost kindly face with an engaging
smile. She wore the usual teacher's academic gown over a sensible skirt and
blouse.
"Good morning class." She commenced. " This morning I have been told to instruct
you in the contents of the Centre Procedure Manual. Please open your copy to
page forty-six."
The class retrieved the heavy black book from inside their desks and opened it.
The briefest glance revealed that this was the document that contained the
procedures that caused them so much distress and formed, along with the corporal
punishments, the basis for the training in the establishment. What had appeared
to be individualistic procedures thought up by a single wardress on the spur of
the moment, were, in reality, laid down in writing for all the staff to follow.
The opened page was titled "Inspections-underwear."
Miss Donnelly reminded the class that the Centre required a high standard of
cleanliness at all times and that this most certainly included their underwear.
Any member of the staff could check these items at any time and report any
lapses in the standards required. How these would be dealt with would be at the
discretion of the Junior Wardress who was in charge of their squad. She added,
with a shudder, that they should never forget that although finding a dirty or
soiled bra was pretty unusual, it could result in being awarded a "BRD" or
Breast Related Demerit as well as a routine punishment. A soiled pair of
panties, or at least, soiled in the opinion of the staff member, might be more
frequent but at least they wouldn't potentially result in such a cruel
discipline.
She went on to describe the way in which the examination would be carried out,
how they would have to stand with their legs wide and how they would then have
to lower their small white bikini panties to their knees so that the crotch was
stretched and fully displayed. Their arms were to be bent at right angles at the
elbow, the left in front and the right behind, holding their skirts up above
their waists. The staff were told to look for any signs of staining, especially
round the thin rear section that chafed into the anal cleft. Sweat was
acceptable but it all depended on the discretion of the staff member. If they
thought your panties were soiled then there was no argument or question about
it, even if you thought that they were spotless. In reply to a question from
Farell as to whether allowances would be made for a female who was
under-strapped, Miss Donnelly emphatically stated that no exceptions were ever
made. After all, as she explained: if the crotch was totally clean then even if
the strap was fitted over the panties, they would remain unmarked.
She concluded by giving some rather personal tips on feminine hygiene that would
keep the material clean for as long as possible and then passed on to brassiere
inspections.
For these the females would be ordered to strip to the waist leaving just the
bra on. Hands were to be fully extended above their heads and held there until
the final garment in their group had been checked. Again, sweat patches were
acceptable and for a BRD to be recommended there would have to be some really
obvious marks or damage. If the squad leader permitted under arm shaving, as
Miss Kenton did, this would also be checked during this procedure.
The subject then moved on to the Governor's report procedure as she had heard
that one of the group was about to take part in one. Finally the mandatory tests
were administered which everyone passed and the class was dismissed to their
next duty.
The duty had been labelled as "Cleaning duties" which was a task that was new to
them. Back in their accommodation they changed into their work wear which
consisted of the normal regulation bra and panties, their stockings and
suspender belts were removed and sleeveless denim shirts and short skirts were
put on. Finally, a pair of heavy black ankle length work boots were donned.
Stewart remained in his denim shirt and shorts as this was the nearest he could
fund in his limited wardrobe to that dress. Daley then marched them across a
sports field and into a long low building. Outside was a sign that stated "Staff
Gymnasium" Once inside they building they marched downstairs to the basement
where the toilet facilities were situated and formed two ranks in a clear area.
To their surprise and consternation, instead of a wardress appearing, in walked
a young male of around eighteen dressed in black trousers and a uniform shirt
and tie. The squad sprang to attention and he stood in front of them, a
lecherous grin on his face.
They had heard rumours that some males were occasionally employed at the centre
but this was the first time they had seen one. He lost no time in letting them
know who he was:
"My name is Charles Billington, you will address me as "Sir". I am employed here
during the school holidays for work experience as a trainee warder before I go
to university to take a course in correctional studies. Today I have been given
the job of supervising your group for two hours of work in these washrooms.
Before you ask, I am eighteen years old so, yes, several of you are old enough
to be my mother. I may be at the bottom of the pile here as a staff member, but
that still leaves me utterly superior to you and believe me, you had better obey
my every order."
Stewart was, to say the least; apprehensive about where he stood in regard to
this young man's intentions. He certainly doubted that he was as old as eighteen
as he looked scarcely sixteen. He was somewhat concerned when he called him over
to a corner of the room.
" Relax Stewart, I am only interested in the female prisoners, so get some
cleaning kit and occupy yourself with polishing something. Stay where you can
see what's going on and keep your mouth shut." And then, with a conspiratorial
wink, the warder went back to the female group. He called them to the present
position and walked first past their front and then down the rear of their rank
in a military type inspection.
He slowly and carefully looked each female up and down from both sides. Much as
they hated this behaviour from the young boy they all remained rigidly at
attention staring straight ahead. The slightest mark or crease in their denim
shirts would be noted by his finger gently tapping the spot, needless to say,
the stretched material over the larger breasts was found to have an unusual
number of such marks. When he stood in front of Perrin he rapidly noted her
lopsided breasts. He slowly cupped the lower breast with his right hand and
lifted it to be level with it's sister. Still holding it he asked the blushing
female why her chest was uneven. Stumbling and stuttering with embarrassment she
explained the cause.
"Unfasten the buttons on your shirt." He snapped.
Hands shaking, Perrin followed out the order and was then told to pull the shirt
from her skirt waistband and resume the present. Casually and slowly he pulled
the shirt wide and stared at her huge white breasts encased in the prison issue
bra. Then he held the unbroken strap with his fingers and hefted the breast
upwards. After suddenly releasing it so that the breast fell back into place, he
did the same to the other side. Next he ordered his victim to remove her shirt
completely.
"Well girl, we can't have you damaging your underwear any further. Take off the
bra, you can carry out the work in here topless."
Perrin had no choice other than to obey the young boy. She removed her bra which
he took from her and snapped back to the present with her hands behind her head
and elbows well back. It came as no surprise when he dropped the bra on the
floor and savagely gripped both nipples with his fingers. He started to jerk
them both up and down causing the large white mounds to flop and ripple with the
movement. Suddenly he stopped, released the grip and moved to the next female,
treading on the bra as he walked away.
Eventually he completed his inspection, pointed out the cupboard where the
cleaning materials were kept and allocated the various jobs. Five of the females
were told to clean the six ladies toilets and the others were ordered to polish
the already shining floor.
The equipment supplied was minimal. In the box marked "Toilets" there were small
scouring pads, floor cloths and small dry towels. The only items that could be
found for the floor were large cloths and a giant tin of industrial polish.
One of the female prisoners, a tall blonde, walked back to the young man and
informed him that there was no way that the bowls could be cleaned as there
wasn't a lavatory brush in site. A total silence fell as everyone present saw
the look of smug satisfaction light up the warder's face.
Stewart had noticed her before but this was the first time she had tried to
stand up for herself. She was aged around thirty-five, about five feet ten
inches tall with her long fair hair in a ponytail. He had heard that before
being sentenced to a term at the Correctional Centre she had been employed as a
model and had been regularly featured in those very expensive ladies magazines
that well off females buy. Apparently she specialised in underwear
advertisements and had the figure to achieve success and the income that went
with it. This previous status was to be of little help to her in this room
thought Stewart.
"Name?" snapped the warder to the woman who had had the good sense to come to
the attention position.
" Prisoner 384 Carstairs Sir!" she snapped out.
" Ah yes¡Carstairs¡I overheard the wardresses talking about you. They showed
me one of those magazines that you worked for where you were prancing about in
just your bra and knickers looking down your nose at the camera. They wondered
how long you would be able to play little Miss Humble before your real arrogant
self surfaced. How fortunate you are that my powers of punishment are so
restricted, however, I could always put you on report if you cause me any
trouble. You don't intend to cause me any trouble?¡.and you will be totally
obedient to me?¡.
Carstairs swallowed her pride. She realised that she would have to do whatever
this little jerk wanted in the hope that he would keep quiet. Perhaps he had no
powers, perhaps she could report him, but there again she would be taking a
terrible risk if he was doing this with the Centre's knowledge.
" Yes Sir, whatever you say Sir."
"Good. I've seen how you look in the magazines so lets see how you look in
prison issue underwear. Prepare for a brassiere inspection!"
Inside Carstairs was fuming. How could this little peasant order her around like
this. Fortunately she pulled herself together and quickly removed her denim
shirt, dropped it on the floor and stood, legs wide and arms thrust above her
head for inspection. She was much taller than the warder, especially at full
stretch. She was slim, like most models but her breasts were full and heavy
which made her so successful with brassiere advertisements. Those breasts were
thrust towards him as if she was offering them to him. She stared straight ahead
and waited.
At first, he fumbled with her. Where his hands touched the uncovered flesh she
could feel the clammy sweat on his palms and fingers. The bra was the regulation
prison size, smaller than ideal, so her large firm breasts were tightly
constricted with the surplus bulging over the top. He transferred his fingers to
her armpits where he dragged his nails on both hands upward from the bra strap
over the shaved stubble. Next he cupped both breasts in his palms and hefted
them up and down a few times. Then the adolescent groping really started.
For a while he was content to feel and rub the encased mammarys. Despite her
revulsion the nipples quickly responded to the irritation and swelled
prominently. Soon however he stood back and ordered her to removed the garment.
Carstairs nearly objected, but swallowed her pride and humiliation she unclipped
the back strap and handed the bra into the waiting hands with the grubby
fingernails. He carefully examined every inch of the material and sniffed the
underarm straps for sweat residue. He clearly knew that if he could find any
fault, he could recommend a BRD for her.
"What size bra is this?" he enquired.
"Size 36 C Sir." She replied blushing furiously.
"Lets see how firm your tits are without support." He sneered. "Run on the spot
until I tell you to stop." Carstairs was all too aware that all the other
females and Stewart were gathered around watching as she started to jog and her
breasts started to quiver. She had always prided herself on their firmness but
knew that if this youth wanted them to move, he would sooner or later find some
method of achieving that.
The running order was changed to jumping on the spot and that caused them to
bounce uncomfortably upwards then slapping down on the rib cage as her feet hit
the floor each time. It seemed like hours to the girl but it was only two
minutes before she was told to stand still. Her arms, still thrust high, were
aching and drained of blood but she knew better than to lower them. He walked
over to the box of cleaning materials, and when he returned she was puzzled to
see what he was holding in her hand.
The young warder held a plastic scourer from the cleaning kit. Holding it firmly
he pressed it against her right nipple, and then slowly started to rub it round
the protruding stalk and the swollen aureola. The harder he rubbed, the firmer
the nipple became as if it welcomed this action. Soon the roughness changes to
soreness and then to considerable pain. Instinctively Carstairs dropped her
hands protectively over her right breast.
She immediately realised her mistake and shot her hands upwards again with the
words: "Sorry Sir!"
He young tormentor said nothing. He simply continued to chafe the sore teat for
another minute or so. Next he transferred the scouring pad to her left nipple
and the torture started again. By the time he was satisfied, both of the
nipples and their surrounds were swollen red and inflamed. Her arms ached and
her whole body was shaking with the strain of keeping them up high. She
gratefully obeyed his next command when he told her to place her arms at her
side.
Seemingly the boy felt that he had achieved the required degree of fear and
respect amongst the prisoners and he then ordered them to commence their
cleaning duties. Carstairs was ordered to scrub the inside of all the toilet
bowls with the very scouring pad that had been used on her nipples. She started
the work without further protest.
All of the prisoners were only too aware that their postures during their work
were serving to provide the young man with the most provocative of views. Those
bending over, when viewed from behind revealed all of their legs as high as
their panty crotch as the short denim skirts rode high. Carstairs and Perrin who
were both working topless were under his constant gaze with the latter obliged
to polish the floor on her hands and knees with her dangling breasts almost
brushing the floor as they swung and swayed. Many chores had to be repeated over
and over again until he was satisfied with the cleanliness and the polish. The
toilet bowls and seats were sparkling which was more than could be said for the
cleaners as they sweated and laboured at their tasks.
After an hour of hard solid work the group, including Stewart were called back
to in line attention and dismissed. Hurriedly the two half-naked females grabbed
their bras and shirts from the floor and rapidly donned them as they marched up
the stairs and back to their block. They were all aware that the time was
rapidly approaching when Perrin would be on report to the Governess of the
Correctional Facility.
To be continued.
