Chapter 25.
It was but a short walk to the nearest Punishment room. This one happened to be
the main such room for the entire Correctional Facility. It was the place where
all the really serious offences were dealt with.
It was constructed out of the basement to the main administration block and was
brightly illuminated, approximately seventy feet long and twenty-five feet wide.
The ceiling was around twelve feet high with beams at frequent intervals. The
walls were white painted blocks and the floors completely covered in light grey
plastic tiles. Along the walls were the inevitable racks of straps, canes and
similar equipment. About a dozen securing devices ranging from what were
obviously punishment blocks, inspection couches and whipping frames to somewhat
less obvious furniture that the prisoners could only wonder about. Rows of
comfortable chairs ranged along one wall for any audience that might be invited.
High in the ceiling, the inevitable CCTV cameras were positioned to record any
punishment under the glaring lights. At the far end was what appeared to be a
holding cell with an iron barred door and windows. A smell of disinfectant hung
in the damp air.
The two girls awaiting sentence, the prisoner Harper and all the escorts were
roughly pushed into this cell by one of the wardresses who slammed and locked
the door behind them. Inside the unlit room the bare brick walls and damp
concrete floor only added to the air of foreboding that they all felt. The room
was cold and damp with a chill draft from a large grill in the ceiling; it took
only a few minutes until they were all shivering as they sat on the hard bench
seats that comprised the only furniture. A stainless steel bucket sat in a far
corner.
They could see into the main room through the bars. The three Assistant
Wardresses were filling in the time until their supervisor arrived by examining
the equipment. The sour faced slim wardress was taking a keen interest in a tall
square post that reached from the floor to one of the ceiling beams. Her name,
it would seem was Miss Curtis. Various pads were fixed to the forward face and
securing straps hung down at differing heights.
Miss Kenton said that she recognised the post from the videos she had seen in
training. It was the Breast Punishment Frame. She stood with her back to it and
showed the other two how the victim could be secured with the feet apart and a
thick band around her waist. A large pad could then be placed between the
shoulder blades to force the chest forward whilst the hands were held above the
head and behind the thick post-lifting the targets up and thrusting them
forward. She paused for a moment in the position that the victim would be
secured. She held her hands up and behind her forcing her elbows back. Miss
Curtis reached out and adjusted the pad between Miss Kenton's shoulder blades so
that her breasts had to thrust even further forward. The exited look on her face
as she stared at her colleagues proffered bust did not go unnoticed by the
watching prisoners. After a brief moment or two Miss Kenton lowered her arms
and, with a shudder, she clutched her breasts protectively.
"Wouldn't you just love seeing my boobs punished Curtis," she whispered to the
other wardress with an enigmatic smile.
The main entrance door opened and in came the duty Nurse. It was the same one
that had attended Stewart when he had the examination by Dr Jayne Hargreaves.
She carried a large equipment bag that she placed on one of the tables.
" Good afternoon ladies." She said with a frosty smile. "Strictly speaking the
two prisoners should be examined down at the centre before they are dealt with,
but Miss James has just phoned and asked that as they are only due for light
discipline, I examine them here. Not their lucky day is it? Firstly they catch
the Governor in a really foul mood and then they have to face just about the
most severe wardress that we have on the staff here." She delved into her bag
and retrieved a pair of surgical gloves, which she slipped on.
Miss Curtis opened the cell door and ordered them all out. The two victims were
told to stand in front of the nurse and the others ordered to take a seat along
the observation wall.
"Strip down to your underwear both of you." Said the nurse with hardly a glance
in their direction. Soon, they both stood side by side dressed only in their
regulation prison bras, panties, suspender belts, stockings and shoes. They were
both shaking from the cold of the holding cell and the knowledge of that which
was to come.
It would have been difficult to have found two females with a greater difference
in body shape. Peterson's body was tall, slim and fit with what seemed to be
firm muscle tone. Her breasts were small and looked pointed. Her back was narrow
and her buttocks small and tight. In comparison, the older Perrin looked a mess
with her torn bra, swelling breasts, podgy arms, huge hanging buttocks with the
panties forced up into the anal cleft and thick podgy thighs. All the evidence
of the previous punishments were there. Peterson's buttocks, partly covered by
her panties, were heavily bruised from a previous strapping. Perrin's whole
flabby buttocks were displayed and the lower third bore the bruises of the group
caning.
Perrin was examined first.
Her panties were pulled out of the cleft and down to her thighs. A thermometer
was forced into her anus. Moving round to her front the nurse told her to open
her mouth and, with a tongue depressor and a light, examined inside. A
stethoscope was run briefly over her chest and back and then a blood pressure
cuff was used on her left arm.
Finally she was told to bend over with legs apart and the thermometer was pulled
roughly out of her cleft. After reading Perrin's temperature, the nurse ordered
Peterson to bend over, pulled her panties down and roughly inserted the
thermometer between her tight cheeks. With the only lubrication being provided
earlier by Perrin, this caused a sharp gasp from the younger girl.
It then took the nurse several minutes to complete some forms that were
required. During this time Peterson remained in position. Eventually the nurse
walked behind her and with a snatching motion, withdrew the object from her
anus. An even more perfunctory examination was carried out on the girl than had
been given to Perrin and soon, having adjusted their underwear, they both stood
at attention awaiting the next order.
As if on cue, the door opened again and in strode Miss James. Without
hesitation, the whole room sprang to attention, including the wardresses and
nurse. Everyone present had either heard of Miss James's reputation, or like
Stewart, had experienced her severity at first hand. She formally greeted the
staff members and then glanced down the line of escort prisoners. The only one
she recognised was Stewart and as her eyes looked him over, he felt his knees
turn to jelly.
"Good afternoon Stewart." She said almost smiling. She stood hands on hips, in
full uniform savouring his apparent fear. "Step forward Boy!"
Frightened, Stewart stood at attention in front of her.
"Relax, I'm not here to thrash you. You can however act as my personal
assistant. Stand just behind me and follow me around." Stewart relaxed slightly,
he had no idea of what he would be used for, but at least he wasn't in line for
a punishment just yet.
All Miss James had to do was stand in front of the two girls awaiting
infliction. They literally shook with fear having heard the reports of this
woman's merciless punishments. They entered the room with little hope and they
now had none.
"I will deal with the fat girl first. Stewart, come here!"said Miss James.
"Stewart, you will remove the prisoners clothes and place them on the small
table next to her." She continued.
Stewart snapped out an answer "Yes Madam." And knelt down in front of the
shaking female. First he reached up and undid all the clasps holding both
stockings up then slowly eased each down to her ankles. He then removed both
shoes and pulled the stockings off her sweaty feet. Next he reached up for the
waistband of her panties and, with difficulty, pulled them down over her hips
and thick thighs. Finally, standing behind the shaking female he unclipped and
removed her suspender belt and finally her enormous bra. This was damp with
sweat and he had to reach round each side of her body to slide it free of the
sticky underside of her breasts. Carefully folding the clothing he placed the
items on the table and then resumed his position behind Miss James who was
reading the punishment file.
"I see that your beating this afternoon is only a small part in your
correctional regime." Said Miss James. "However, I will do my best to make it as
effective as I can."
She slowly walked across to the rack containing the straps and made her
selection handing one to Stewart to carry. It seemed to be identical in weight
and size to than the one she had used on him. It had a sort of stable smell
which Stewart soon realised was the heavy oil in which it had been soaked to
increase its weight. He tried not to remember the force at which the implement
could strike home when it had Miss James's weight behind it.
Miss James pointed to one of the contraptions, a waist high round bolster
supported by two uprights. One the ground were two shoe like devices fixed wide
apart. On the far side of the bolster and slightly lower was a wooden rod. She
looked across at Perin and said just one word:
"Mount!"
Snivelling, Perrin walked over and placed both her feet in the shoes and then
leant over the bolster to grip the rod with her hands. Her buttocks were well
presented and were still soft to Miss James's touch as she ran her hands over
the area. The nurse liberally wiped disinfectant over the mounds and upper
thighs and stood back.
"Fifteen lashes then girl. If you attempt to avoid any lash, this will be
repeated at the end. Nurse here will keep count and decide which strokes count
and which will have to be repeated. I will be lenient with you and allow your
feet to be secured in the foot grips, that only leaves you to control your
hands." She nodded towards the floor and Stewart knelt down to strap the feet in
the grips.
Next he was told to remove Miss James's jacket. Nervously he undid the front
three buttons that were straining against the constrained breasts. The he
slipped to the rear to slowly pull the jacket over her shoulders.
The three assistant wardresses took up position along one side of the punishment
hurdle. The nurse stood the other side. Stewart stood at the business end well
clear of Miss James.
Slowly Miss James raised the strap over her right shoulder, shuffled her feet to
position herself and бн..WHAP!бн the first stroke lashed home to the centre of
the targets.
The soft flesh was compressed as the lash created its own flattened groove for a
brief millisecond before it was snatched away. As the buttocks sprang back a
white band appeared that, almost immediately turned to pink then vivid red. By
this time the pain had reached Perrin's mind and she gasped, with head held back
frantically gripping the handhold. The next four strokes followed quickly so
that the buttocks were still bouncing from the previous lash as the next struck
home. Then Miss James's concentration moved to the lower, bruised area.
Four rapid lashes were laid on with the Wardress grunting with effort on each
one. Perrin had expected the area to be tender and it most certainly was. Her
head was held back, her plump face was bright red, eyes tightly shut and her
lips pulled back as she forced her hands to grip the rail. A loud groan of pain
and despair echoed round the room.
Four more times Miss James laid on the heavy strap to sizzle down on to the
earlier weals on the top two thirds of the shaking buttocks. Unbelievably Perrin
managed to hold her grip.
There was a pause. Miss James drank from a proffered glass of water, then went
back to her task.
She lay three hard ones in quick succession. Sadly for the prisoner they were
across the welted bruises at the very bottom of her buttocks. It was beyond
reason to expect anyone to remain in control and Perrin leapt upright clutching
her nates, rubbing them furiously. Tears ran down her pink face as she sobbed
her heart out. Instead of sympathy on the faces of the watching staff, there was
outright disgust and contempt at her behaviour. Miss James looked at the nurse
for guidance.
" Once again Perrin, your inability to control yourself is going to require
further punishment. Miss James, please lay on the last three strokes again.
Perrin!, grip that bar with your hands and don't let go this time."
Once again Miss James swung the strap above her left shoulder, then it was
brought down over the woman's upper thighs with a solid "thwack." Somehow,
Perrin managed to hold on to the bar. The strap was raised again and held
suspended. Anyone doubting the effort Miss James was applying to the task could
see for himself or herself the sweat patch under her armpit. Down it came again
but this time across the upper part of the buttocks. Suddenly, the third stroke
slashed in across the lower quarter, just above the thighs.
Perrin screamed and threshed around on the padded block. By a superhuman effort,
boosted only by the fear of the strapping being repeated once more, her grip of
the bar held fast. The nurse waited a full two minutes in the hope that her
resolve would break and the hands would let go. Finally she announced:
"Punishment completed."
Stewart was told to release the foot grips as the punished woman stood, shakily,
upright and massaged her large nates to relieve the pain. She was then told to
stand with her back to the wall and observe the next event.
Miss James slowly walked over to her next victim and stood, hands on hips, in
front of her. She was still breathing heavily from her exertions as she spoke.
"18 strokes of the grade one cane across your buttocks then girl. Have you been
caned before?"
"No Madam, never." Replied the terrified female.
"Well, I doubt that you will want to repeat the experience. Your offence seems
fairly minor but I never try to second-guess the Governor. If she has sentenced
you to 18 strokes then 18 strokes you will receive, and I will do my best to lay
them all on hard. Count yourself lucky that I will only be using the grade one
cane; that is bad enough, but believe me the others are real brutes. Turn
around, bend over and grip your ankles."
As the girl complied, Miss James moved closer and pulled the prisoners panties
up so that the seat disappeared into her cleft. The buttocks were small and well
muscled so that they felt unusually firm. The dark bluish bruises remained from
her previous strapping and, from the flinching of the muscles and the audible
gasps coming from the bent girl, the whole area was still rather tender to even
the touch of Miss James's finger tips.
Miss James seemed to almost soften towards the bent prisoner. She asked the
other staff if the Governor had definitely required the punishment to be
inflicted that day and when she was assured that this was so shook her head
slowly and pursed her lips.
She said that to prevent any damage, the girl would have to be caned with her
thighs almost in line with her torso rather than bent over with the skin taut as
it was at present. She would also permit the nurse to provide an anti-clenching
device. From then on, the girl would have to take it as it came.
Having ordered the girl to stand, she then told Stewart to remove her underwear.
Once again he knelt down and removed the stockings and suspender belt. A sharp
tug was required to pull down her panties as they seemed well jammed where they
had been pulled up tight into her crotch. As they came down her fair and sparse
pubic hair was only inches from his face and he could easily see the split of
her vulva. He stood to release her brassiere and slowly pulled the shoulder
straps down revealing her firm young breasts with their pert pink nipples. Her
large green eyes showed only fear and horror as she looked through him rather
than at him as he moved around her.
Stewart was then ordered back to Miss James, to attend to her.
"Remove my tie, and shirt Boy." She ordered.
He stood in front of her and quickly unknotted and removed her uniform black
tie.He then reverently undid the bottons on the front of her shirt as she
smilingly thrust her shoulders back to stretch the material even tighter across
her thrusting breasts. Slowly the huge white support brassiere came into view
with her tugid nipples visible through the sturdy cups. Trying not to let his
eyes linger too long he moved to each side in turn to unfasten the cuffs before
standing behind her to pull the shirt over the broad shoulders and down over her
back.
"Now take off my Brassiere Boy. I will carry out the flogging with bare
breasts."
Quickly Stewart stood behind her and unclipped the wide back strap allowing the
huge breasts to sag as the tension was removed. Then he moved to the front and
pulled the broad shoulder straps down and forward, finally slipping the large
cups free from the breasts.
Once again the huge white pendulous breasts were exposed to his sight. They
looked even larger this time with the stretched white skin marked only by a thin
pattern of blue veins. The large aureolea were puckered and the nipples already
partly jutting out. She walked over to the punishment frames and after a few
seconds thought, pointed to a metal framed apparatus with leather pads at
strategic points.
"Get yourself over this girl." She snapped.
Shaking, Peterson walked towards the frame where Miss Curtis was waiting. There
were three padded supports almost horizontal with the floor, one for the head
and shoulders, one for the pelvic area and one for the ankles. Peterson was told
to lay face down and once her body was supported, her wrists were pulled past
her head and secured in leather wrist cuffs that stretched her arms to the full
in line with her shoulders. The shoulder support left her breasts to hang free.
A wide leather belt was then used to secure her waist rigidly to the bolster
shaped pelvis pad that raised her buttocks slightly above head height. Finally,
her ankles were positioned on the last pad so that her legs were a little below
head height, knees slightly bent and parted about eighteen inches. Straps around
the ankles were secured. Miss James pointed out to her junior colleagues how
this position left the buttocks spread and exposed the anal cleft but without
the surfaces being too tight. Apart, of course, from the natural tightness that
a pair of fit young female buttocks had.
From where Stewart stood next to Miss James, the girl was blatantly exposed. He
could clearly see her tufts of underarm hair and, given the very light covering
of pubic hair, both her anus and vulva were displayed. The latter was tight shut
despite her splayed legs but the inner lips could still be seen protruding
slightly.
The nurse advanced on the prisoner and swabbed her down with a cold antiseptic
solution that had been liberally poured onto a cloth. The solution was wiped
over both buttocks from where she was exposed by the waist strap to the top half
of both thighs. It was then rubbed non-too gently into the opened anal cleft and
down to her pubic mound.
Meanwhile, Miss James had taken herslf to the cane rack and was carefully
selecting one from the Grade one group. To Stewart they all looked very similar,
at least in length. Around three and a half feet long, and a thickness, just
over a quarter of an inch. Miss James gave around three or four an experimental
swish through the air before selecting a smooth pale one with a crook handle.
She handed it to the Nurse who carefully wiped it with the antiseptic cloth
leaving it wet and shiny, not unlike it's target.
Then the nurse produced a strange device.. It was made of plastic about half an
inch in diameter and three inches long. It looked like a small bottle brush with
a curved thin "T" handle at its base. She held a speculum in her right hand and
used it to open the girls tight anus. The she placed the device in position,
removed the speculum and let the anal muscle close on the small spiked intruder
leaving just the curved base to nestle into the anal cleft. From the gasp and
shaking of the girl's pelvis, this was extremely uncomfortable.
"Relax, girl." Said the nurse. "We are trying to do you a favour. Your skin is
so tight you certainly don't want to clench your backside during the thrashing.
This should help prevent that."
Finally she produced a roll of stiched leather six inches long and an inch in
diameter. This was forced sideways between her teeth, pulled well into the mouth
like a horses bit or brank and then buckled it behind her head.
"This is not to gag you girl, you can scream to your hearts content in this
room, it's to stop you clenching your teeth to hard. The Centre Dentist has
introduced this little extra to prevent damage to tooth enamel. Blame her during
your next dental visit if you don't like it.
The preparations for a Correctional Centre "Formal" were now complete. The
prisoners were told where to stand to "Witness Punishment". Stewart kept well
away from Miss James's cane arm as she advanced towards the vulnerable girl. She
raised the cane above her shoulder and brought it whirring down to slash across
the peak of the unprotected buttocks with a loud "thwipp".
It sunk into the firm bruised muscles and immediately rebounded leaving a white
tram line. The natural reaction of the girl to clench her buttocks resulted in a
louder squeal of pain as the spiked intruder sensitised her anus to such an
action.
Miss James adjusted the position of her feet slightly, raised her arm suddenly
so that her breasts swayed to the right, then brought the cane down across the
very tops of the thighs. The nurse's remarks about the leather bit not providing
any reduction in sound was proved to the full when Peterson let out a yell. Soon
this weal turned red to match the other. The girl victim flexed herself against
the straps but it was obvious that she had learned not to clench her muscles.
The third stroke was laid across the very top of the sulcus on the less padded
flesh of the upper buttocks. Four more followed at under an inch spacing moving
progressively down to the "marker" across the centre of the girls seat. Each
time the cane was raised the sweaty thick underarm hair of the wardress was
exposed and as it was brought down the huge breasts swung and seemed to give
added power to the descending instrument.
The total silence in the punishment room served to accentuate the sounds of the
cane, the grunts of exertion from the Wardress and the screams, gasps and groans
from the subject.
Now, nearly half-way through Miss James took a break and drank once more from
the glass of water. She looked down dispassionately at the shaking and sobbing
young girl. Stewart noticed the thin sheen of sweat on Miss James shoulders and
upper breasts and how her large protruding nipples were now fully engorged. The
nurse offered her a small towel and she used this to wipe her hands and the
curved handle grip of the instrument of correction. Then, she positioned her
feet, raised her arm and the punishment continued.
Slowly and with severity she laid on five strokes to the lower part of the
buttocks. Each lash fell with the customary "whirring" sound followed by the
"Swick" as it struck home and the almost animalistic exclamation from Peterson.
The whole area of the girl's firm buttocks were now swollen with the throbbing
stripes of the cane. Miss James casually ran the flat of her hands across the
ridges feeling their firmness and heat. The first strokes were already turning
from a bright red to a purple hue, especially on the far side of the punished
area to the caner. Even this gentle touch caused the prisoner to gasp and whinny
like a young pony.
"This is the point, ladies, at which the punishment starts to become really
effective." Miss James commented in a thoughtful voice stroking the tip of the
cane across the top of the girl's legs. " I always lay a few over the tops of
the thighs, that area that is normally exposed between the tops of the stockings
and the crease of the buttocks. It is a particularly sensitive area and always
guarantees that the prisoner limps for a while which can only impress those who
were not here for the flogging but see her afterwards.
She then laid three hard strokes across the tops of her parted thighs. They were
laid parallel to the second stroke she had inflicted earlier and moved, at half
inch intervals, down the soft flesh on the upper legs impacting with a different
firmer sound to the ones laid on the taut but padded buttocks.
"Now for the final strokes." She continued." With just twelve laid on the
buttocks, even a small firm pair like this young offender, there have been no
overlays so far. Needless to say, a stroke laid over an existing throbbing weal
can be extremely effective and that is what I intend to achieve".
She adjusted her foot position, touched the cane on the weal at the mid-point on
the buttocks, raised it high and with a "whirr" brought it down to slash exactly
across the swollen raised ridge. Peterson screamed and despite the anal device
could not stop her whole pelvic area threshing around to the limits of her
restraints.
Slowly, methodically and accurately the process was repeated with two other
ridges, one across the lower quarter of the girl's nates and the final one up
into the weal that marked the join between thigh and buttock. With amazing
precision that suggested hundreds if not thousands of previous cane strokes by
Miss James in previous thrashings, both coincided with the exisiting ridge
almost exactly.
No one asked Peterson if she felt the last three to be "effective". Her
struggles and vocal attempts to plead for mercy were proof enough. The look of
shock, horror and fear on the faces of the other prisoners indicated their tacit
agreement with Miss Jame's comments.
The nurse stepped forward with an antiseptic swab and once more, liberally
applied it to the now punished flesh. This time the grazed skin absorbed the
stinging fluid and, from the even louder squeals and yells, seemed to add
greatly to the girl's pain. She then produced the speculum, cruelly dilated the
girls exposed anus and removed the plastic anti-clenching device. Leaving the
speculum in place she squeezed the antiseptic cloth so that the stinging fluid
trickled into her open orifice. It was then compressed and removed. The straps
were undone and the three junior wardresses roughly helped the girl to her
unsteady feet. She was sobbing uncontrollably and wincing every time she move
Miss James ordered Stewart to hand her the discarded bra, shirt and tie which
she quickly donned. As he watched her bend to lower her breasts into the
cavernous bra cups he could smell the familiar acrid smell of her sweat, sweat
generated by yet another of her brutal punishments of defenceless female
prisoners. Finally, as she slipped her uniform coat back on, she and the nurse
signed the relevant paperwork for both prisoners and then left the punishment
room. The junior wardresses were left to organise the prisoners.
Miss Curtis took charge. She then ordered Peterson to report to her apartment at
7pm that night telling the distraught female that her weals would need to be
checked. Stewart almost shuddered on behalf of the girl as he imagined what the
bitch of a wardress would have lined up for her and how she would have to submit
to even further humiliation and pain.
She then stood in front of the older woman, Harper. Gently she cupped her large
breasts in her hands and lifted and lowered them as she spoke.
"Well, Harper, I'm pleased that you saw the demonstration of how Miss James
handles prisoners up for punishment. It must have really reassured you as to how
gently she will be treating these udders of yours when next you meet her,
because believe me, I will do everything possible to make sure that she is the
wardress who will cane your breasts." Harpers eyes pleaded for mercy but she
managed to take the handling without question, even when Miss Curtis squeezed
her breasts hard and then stood back.
Perrin and Peterson were ordered to dress and then the prisoners were dismissed.
Eight prisoners marched and one, a tall fair-headed young female, limped their
way to the door.
To be continued.
