Chapter 24.
It was five minutes to two o'clock in the afternoon. Stewart and Daley had
reported to the Governess's office in plenty of time with their reluctant
charge, the prisoner Perrin.
They had done their best to make her as presentable as possible for the
interview.
She looked somewhat grubby, hot and frightened at the thought of her forthcoming
meeting with the Prison head. All that they had managed to find time for was a
quick wash down in the sink as she changed back into her schoolgirl uniform. Her
bra had to be left in its torn condition but otherwise she looked in good
shapeĦbut who were they to judge!
There were two other prisoners on report and under escort in the waiting room: a
woman in her late thirties, around five foot four inches tall with shoulder
length dark hair and a young fair headed girl scarcely in her twenties.
The seats were arranged in threes with two padded seats either side of a
specially constructed seat for the prisoners. This was in the form of a raised
stool that was far enough from the ground to ensure that the feet remained clear
of the floor. The seat of these stools however was far from padded and consisted
of a metal grating with thin metal slats arranged vertically, similar to a
domestic foot-scraper. The constant grimaces and gasps of the prisoners
indicated that the edges of the metal dug uncomfortably into their soft bottoms.
If a female had been punished on this area in the last few days the seat could
only add to her discomfort. Additionally, the heavier and plumper the buttocks
were, the more the blades would dig into their seat and thigh tops.
Notices on the wall demonstrated the way the prisoners were to sit: They were to
be bolt upright, knees were to be well apart and their hands were to be resting
mid-way along their upper thighs. An all too visible TV camera with it's winking
red light ensured that no one was stupid enough to deviate in the slightest from
those instructions.
A faint scent of girl-sweat hung in the air of the warm room as the clearly
frightened females awaited the call into the office. Only the younger girl
remained dry eyed; the other two sniffed back their tears. Perrin was pale and
visibly sweating with the fear and anticipation; damp patches were already
appearing around her collar and underarms.
The time dragged. It was almost 2.15pm when activity could be heard behind the
door marked "Governess". Female conversation, laughter and the scraping of
chairs preceded the door being opened. Out strode one of the section wardresses.
"The Governess has decided to have you all in her office during the interviews
and sentencing. You girl," she said pointing to the young blonde "will be tried
first and the others will stand at the side of the room against the wall. March
this way."
With gasps and groans of discomfort the three prisoners lowered themselves from
the penance stools and, with their escorts, marched into the room. They stood,
as directed, with their backs to the now closed door and facing the windows.
The office was large, thickly carpeted and well lit. At one end there was a huge
mahogany desk with the usual VDU and keyboard. In front of the desk was a small
white spot that the offender was expected to stand on. Behind the desk stood
three fully uniformed and hatted junior wardresses including their own section
head Miss Kenton.
In a large comfortable swivel chair sat the Governess. Mrs Gurney, as she was
known outside the establishment, was in her mid forties. Of average height she
was slim with a decidedly feminine figure that her smart business suit and
blouse did little to hide. Her prematurely greying hair was swept back in a
formal bun and she wore rimless pebble glasses that her cold grey eyes looked
over at the first prisoner. Her appearance was that of a prim no-nonsense
headmistress but, to each prisoner who found themselves in her presence, she was
the most feared person they had ever met in their lives. They knew only too well
that she not only had almost unlimited control over them but could also order
them to be punished in the most degrading and painful ways.
The young blonde girl stood rigidly at attention her whole being totally
terrified by the Governess's fixated stare. Her pale face seemed well scrubbed
and her hair was shiny with health and pulled back into a ponytail. Her large
innocent eyes reminded Stewart of those of a terrified young doe. She had a
large mouth, full and pouting with her even white teeth visible as she anxiously
licked her lips. She was slim but the mounds of her young breasts could be
discerned under the crisp white uniform shirt as she stood with her shoulders
thrust back Either side of her, and turned towards her as the instructions
required, stood her two fellow squad members. The Governess broke the silence:
"First charge if you please"
One of the junior wardresses moved quickly to the side of the desk, coughed
nervously and started to read from a sheet on a clipboard.
"With your permission Madam, Prisoner 233 Peterson is charged with insolence to
a Senior Wardress. The complaint report states that during a surprise panty
inspection for her squad, she was found to have soiled underwear. When she was
informed of this she said words to the effect that the senior wardress must have
made a mistake and asked her to look again in an insolent and disrespectful
manner. She was immediately placed on Report."
"I see," said the Governess, "I assume that the panty offence was dealt with at
the time?"
"Indeed Madam." Replied the junior wardress. " She received an immediate
thrashing with the standard senior wardress strap across her buttocks. However
it was felt that the insolence was too serious to be dealt with by a summary
punishment."
"Quite soĦ.quite soĦ." Replied the Governess deep in thought. "Please read me
her conduct record."
The junior wardress picked up a large thick file from the desk. Stewart noticed
that there was a full length photograph of the girl on the front and assumed,
correctly, that a similar file existed for every prisoner at the centre.
"Prisoner 233 Peterson, Amanda. Age 20 years. She has been sentenced to nine
months in this centre for insolence to a female police officer and resisting
arrest following a driving offence. She has received no individual formal
punishments since her arrival five weeks ago but has been warned on two
occasions by me for lack of respect, both times receiving an informal three
strokes with my strap. She has received the strap from several other wardress's
for minor offences. Last week she received twenty strokes of the heavy strap as
part of a group punishment for lack of effort by her squad. I would categorise
her conduct as average with a tendency to show lack of respect for the staff
when under pressure. As this offence took place in front of her fellow prisoners
Madam, I would ask that her punishment reflects the severity of her offence."
The silence returned.
The Governess stared at the now trembling girl over her spectacles as she
considered her fate.
"Peterson. I won't waste my breath lecturing you about your need to totally
accept the authority of my staff or the foolishness that you displayed in daring
to criticise one of my senior wardresses. Instead I will let a session in the
punishment room convince you.
You will receive 18 strokes of the grade one cane across your buttocks. I trust
that you will learn from that infliction that I do not tolerate your attitude in
my Centre."
Even the junior wardresses were taken aback at the severity of the sentence.
Admittedly the grade one cane was the lightest of the real punishment canes but
it was still a heavy bitch to takeĦ.andĦ eighteen strokes! Peterson was white
with shock and visibly shaking as she was led to the side of the room. Again
there was silence broken only by the rustle of the paper in the file as the
sentence was entered and signed by Mrs Gurney.
The sentenced prisoner and her escorts joined the other groups along the
sidewall and the older female prisoner was marched to stand on the spot. No one
in the room was under the impression other than that the Governess was in a
particularly foul mood that afternoon and even her limited compassion would not
be exercised.
The junior wardresses changed place and a short thin miserable looking wardress
of about 23 picked up the next file. Stewart couldn't but think to himself how
much more attractive the elder woman was compared to her guard, who, though not
positively ugly, was sour faced and had, from what he could see under her hat,
an almost shaved hairstyle. It was easy for him to speculate about her sexual
orientation. Standing at attention, the mature prisoner seemed to be proudly
thrusting her matronly bosom forward in comparison with what seemed to be a
totally flat chest on the guard.
Only slightly overweight, her face had the rather haughty and yet attractive
look that one would have expected from someone who had held a senior position in
a large company. Without the benefit of make-up the age wrinkles were visible
particularly around her eyes. Stewart almost felt sorry for her. Whatever
humiliation the younger girls must feel in this Correctional Centre, a mature
woman of previous authority must feel particularly vulnerable to the orders and
capricious nature of a young wardress such as the bitch that had brought her
here. His mind was wandering to the effects on this prisoner of being subjected
to the more personal demands of the wardress when the Governess's voice snapped
him back to the present.
"The next charge if you please." Said the Governess as she signed the sentence
order on the previous prisoner's file.
"With you permission Madam, Prisoner 377 Harper has been charged under the Dress
regulations for wearing a brassiere during Physical Training contrary to the
rules as laid down for clothing to be worn whilst exercising."
" I see," the Governess replied."Surely this could have been dealt with by the
PT Instructress at the time."
"Indeed Madam," continued the young wardress, " A summary strapping was given
but then when the paperwork was completed it was realised that this was her
third Breast Related Offence and would require further punishment under your
authority."
The Governess sat bolt upright.
"You mean that despite all the warnings about incurring more than three breast
related demerits yet another prisoner has done just that?"
"I'm afraid so Madam." Replied the wardress in an exasperated voice.
"Read me her conduct record and then the details of her BRD's".
"As you wish Madam. Prisoner 377 Harper Jane, Allison, is 43 years old and was
employed as a director in a large retail company. She has been sentenced to 12
months detention having been found guilty of embezzlement of her employer's
funds. At her trial she was insolent to the lady judge who ordered that the
sentence was to be served here. She has been here for ten weeks and has received
three official punishments consisting of ten strokes of the strap, fifteen
strokes of the strap and one of twelve strokes of the cane. She has also
received numerous summary punishments. Her conduct is assessed as poor with
little or no respect for authority."
Turning to another page she resumed: " She has collected two previous BRD's, one
for being found wearing a soiled brassiere and the other for wearing a non-issue
support brassiere. The present offence occurred when the PT Instructress noticed
that her breasts were not moving freely under her vest during exercise . When
checked she was found to be wearing a small half cup bra that partly supported
her breasts and restricted some movement. When questioned she stated:"Please
Miss, my breasts are heavy, and it hurts when they have no support."
Again, silence whilst the wretched woman was examined over the tops of the
Governesses spectacles. Harper stood to attention, trying to control her fear.
She hoped against hope that there would be some level of sympathy in the heart
of the woman behind the desk. After all they were of a similar age and she too
had large breasts so must surely know how tender they could be at certain times
of the month. She could see that her breasts were being looked over and her
hopes roseĦ..only to be sadly dashed.
"The prisoner will remove her tie and shirt." Snapped Mrs Gurney.
Harper hesitated, looking around the room and at Stewart in particular clearly
concerned at what would be a public display of her underwear. Slowly she removed
the tie and then unbuttoned the shirt, pulled it clear of her tight waistband .
She then slipped it off her shoulders and handed them both to one of her
escorts . She resumed the attention position.
Her breasts were certainly large and more than filled the tight prison
regulation bra. cups. Stewart noticed the way that her skin bulged slightly over
the waistband and how the shoulder straps dug furrows into her shoulders.
Despite the support from the bra, the very weight of the breasts caused them to
hang lower than those would of a younger girl of equal size.
"Present position." Ordered the Governess.
Feet wide apart, hands on the back of her head and elbows pulled wide back. The
first thing Stewart noticed was how thick the dark armpit hair was. Clearly this
was a squad whose leader did not allow shaving. The position lifted the breasts
noticeably.
"What bra size do you take?" enquired the Governess.
"Size 38 with normally an E cup Madam, but under the prison rules I wear a size
smaller."
The Governess stood and moved to the other side of the prisoner to where Stewart
and the other prisoners stood She examined the covered breasts closely over the
top of her glasses.
"I wish to see how much support you need, start running on the spot with your
knees high until I say stop." She ordered.
Harper started jogging, still with her hands behind her head. As she got into a
steady rhythm with her knees high her breasts moved up and down in time to it's
respective knee. The exposed flesh above the top of the cups rippled and flexed.
After two minutes she was told to stop and she then stood getting her breath
back.
"Remove the bra." came the next instruction from the Prison Governess. Harper
reached behind her back and pulled the sides together to unclip the broad
back-strap.
As she released her grip and transferred her hands to underneath the cups the
breasts sagged under their considerable weight. She slid the bra free, handed it
to her escort and resumed the "present " position. It was difficult to assess
whether the flush on her face was from the exertion or the humiliation of having
to display herself in front of all the young females and the lone male.
Despite the upwards pull to the chest by her arm position, the breasts still
hung low and around two thirds of their underside clung to her chest. The
breasts were heavy and almost tubular in shape with short fat nipples and the
largest brown aureole that Stewart could remember seeing. They must measure four
inches across he mused to himself.
Casually the Governess grasped each nipple between her fingers and thumbs and
lifted them quickly almost to the woman's shoulders. As Harper gritted her teeth
she just as quickly dropped them so that they slapped back into place. She then
stepped back and gave the wretched prisoner another order.
"Hands on head, start runningĦ.and ..I want to see those knees high!"
Harper started jogging. She put all her effort into the exercise and lifted her
knees to almost waist level so that her stockinged thighs and lower panty area
constantly flashed in and out of sight. Her breasts bounced up and down, firstly
in synchronisation with each other then to their own individual rhythm. Her face
was screwed up with pain as she fought to keep moving. The longer the exercise
continued the more her whole body became obliged to move to sustain the
momentum. As her torso flexed around her spine her large breasts started a
swinging moment to add to their vertical one. One minute after the order to move
had been given the breasts were swinging, flopping and rippling as they bounced
against the rib cage and even slapped into each other.
When the order to stop came, the wretched woman was left gasping for breath with
her face still reflecting the pain the movement had caused. Her skin was covered
in a thin sheen of sweat.
The Governess resumed her seat." It is hardly the fault of the Centre that you
have large breasts Harper. They certainly do move somewhat when exercising and I
agree that a bra would offer some support and prevent a certain amount of
discomfort, however, you are hear to learn obedience. If we made concessions for
you and some of the other, shall we say, well endowed prisoners, it would make a
mockery of our policy of treating you all fairly and equally. The rules clearly
state that female prisoners are to be exercised without breast support and that
is the way it will be done.
I regard your attempts to circumvent that rule with considerable irritation. I
normally avoid ordering breast punishments but in you case such a discipline
will clearly be the only solution."
Mrs Gurney then started writing at the bottom of the form ignoring the quaking
woman standing and awaiting her fate. After a few lines of writing and the
flourish of a signature she looked up. The junior wardress called her to
attention and the Governess spoke:
"Prisoner 377 Harper. You are sentenced to a Breast Punishment in accordance
with the rules of this Correctional Centre. I intend that this shall be severe.
You will receive sixteen strokes of the approved cane upon each breast. The
punishment is to be carried out during the next two weeks at a time convenient
to my staff. You may dress and resume your position by the door."
Once again even the wardresses were impressed. The prisoner appeared devastated.
The thought of having to offer up her most sensitive objects to be deliberately
hurt terrified her. And yet she realised, as she dressed, the total
inevitability of the sentence being carried out. The added torment would be the
delay. Would she be caned today, or would the staff drag the ordeal out and make
her wait fourteen days. What would happen if they accused her of another breast
offence in that time? A shudder ran through her frame when she realised that
there could only be one answer to that question.
Eventually Perrin was called forward and the three moved into position in front
of the desk. Miss Kenton, looking as attractive and feminine as ever, read out
the charges. The Governess's order to remove the tie and shirt was inevitable
and Perrin soon stood at the present to display the torn bra. The Governess
asked Miss Kenton to pass it to her and this she did as soon as the prisoner had
removed it.
Carefully, the garment was scrutinised as its owner stood watching. Stewart
feasted his eyes on the poor girl's huge breasts. She was certainly overweight
to the point of being fat. Her arms were podgy and her stomach hung over the
waistband of her uniform skirt Her breasts hung like two large pink party
balloons that had been filled with water. He could well imagine the effect of a
cane on the soft feminine flesh.
At last the Governess spoke:
"There seem to have been several offences committed by this prisoner." She
intoned."Firstly, I must congratulate Miss Kenton on taking such prompt action
to bring this problem to my notice. I intend to treat your attitude problems
rigorously in the hope that we can achieve an early transition to a properly
obedient prisoner."
"Firstly girl. we must deal with your obesity. You will be placed on a stringent
diet and be subjected to extra PT to help you burn off some of that weight. This
will not be pleasant for you and should you fail to make any weekly target
weight you will be severely dealt with. I will personally review your results
and yourself in a months time."
"Secondly, there is the question of damaging Centre property by your careless
movement during punishment. For that you will receive fifteen strokes of the
heavy strap across your buttocks."
"Thirdly, to train you to restrict your movements, that punishment will be given
to you unsecured. This means that you will have to control yourself and remain
presented for the strap. Should you fail to do so an extra stroke will be
awarded at the discretion of the punishing wardress for each time you move
excessively."
"Fourthly, as a punishment for your appalling sewing, you will receive six
lashes with your Junior Wardress's strap across each hand."
"Finally, I am awarding two Breast Related Demerits, one for breaking the strap
and another for repairing it in such a slovenly manner. I'm sure that I don't
have to remind you that any further breast offences will result in you lining up
for punishment with Harper. Do you have any questions?"
"Nnno Madam." Replied the dazed female.
Perrin was told to resume her position with the others and replace her clothing.
As she completed the paperwork the Governess glanced back at the staff members
and told them that the punishments to the first and last prisoner would be
carried out immediately and asked them to take the victims and their escorts
into the nearest Punishment room. Senior Wardress James would be inflicting the
sentence and she would meet them there.
With that final remark the Governess dismissed the group of Wardresses and
prisoners from her presence.
To be continued.
