Chapter 30.
Stewart spent a restless night. The throbbing weals left on his thighs by the
police sergeant didn't help, making it very difficult to find a comfortable
position in the hard dormitory bed. The night sounds of the room of twelve
prisoners were more of a problem. From the "lights out" he had to lay in
solitude listening to the females settling down to sleep, to say nothing of the
inevitable female scents that wafted past his bed-space.
The total ban that existed on masturbation was repeatedly drummed into them by
the staff. Despite this, the nightly ritual of muffled hand movements, rustling
bedclothes and stifled moans indicated that the sexually frustrated females were
prepared to take the risk of being caught. Their final threshings nearly always
moved the bedclothes, wafting the revealing scents of moist female arousal
around the room. He gently touched his own genitalia but the soreness caused by
the earlier forced milkings, not to mention the gripping and pulling of the
inspection tongs ensured that the contact was only comforting in nature. At
least the staff rarely left him in a state of sexual frustration, however
humiliating and painful their relieving techniques were.
His thoughts turned to Harper. Today was the day when she would be receiving her
breast punishment. He tried to imagine how her breasts would feel if they were
as tenderised as his own thighs but realised that as a mere male the concept was
beyond his comprehension. He was more than aware of how the females were
reacting to the impending event. Each, on hearing that a breast whipping was
about to take place, would give an involuntary shudder of empathy and usually
hug her own mammaries with her hands to comfort herself. Phrases came out such
as: "Well she has asked for it", "It surely can't be that bad" and " At least
it's being given by another woman-she will surely feel some sympathy and go easy
on her". Each statement delivered with less conviction that the previous one.
Eventually he drifted off to a dream that he was the victim of a terrible
administrative error by the wardresses. He was to be whipped himself and had to
be checked by the doctor who ordered his chest to be thoroughly shaved in
preparation. He struggled impotently as he was secured in the breast punishment
frame and Miss James, stripped to the waist, advanced towards him clutching a
long thin cane that she raised above her shoulder and brought it whirring down
across both of his nipples. At the exact microsecond of impact he was jarred
awake by the Centre alarm bells jangling the inmates back into life.
Another day at the Correctional Centre was starting.
The Governess' first appointment of the day was with the saleslady from the firm
that markets the disciplinary equipment. Miss Finch arrived five minutes early
and sat in her crisp business suit awaiting the call into the office. The
previous night she had looked any thing but crisp and business like as she
entertained the selected female prisoner in the visitor quarters. She smiled as
she thought back on the evening. How the rather haughty girl had been a little
reluctant to obey her orders and how the visit from the policewoman and the
application of the guardroom cane had improved her attitude. A secret thrill ran
though her body when she remembered the events of the early morning; the sharp
intake of breath and the facial expression that the girl had made as she forced
her breasts into the too small brassiere as she had been made to dress in front
of her. Perhaps she had been a little unkind in her long use of the nipple
clamps, but the girl had been one of those stuck-up bra models in her previous
life and needed taking down a peg or two...or maybe four or five.
She was called into the office and was surprised to see that another lady was
present. The Governess introduced her as the Centre doctor and said that she was
on hand to give her professional advice where needed. Sitting back in her chair,
Mrs Gurney then came to the point of the meeting.
"As you probably know, one of the prisoners is scheduled to receive a breast
punishment today. During my hearing of the charges against her I formed the
opinion that she needed to be treated fairly harshly if we are to ever break the
stubborn superiority that she displays. As we all know however, these breast
canings are more feared than really effective; given the control that has to be
exercised over the choice of cane and the force of the strokes to avoid any
damage. What we really need is something that can be laid on with enthusiasm,
frightens the living daylights out of the observers, hurts like hell but causes
no real damage. Can you help?"
"Certainly can Ma'am," responded the saleslady reaching into a voluminous case
at her feet," This is the very latest design of breast flogger, it is on trial
at the moment and would require your regional Inspector's approval for use
today, but it would be well worth the effort."
She produced a fearsome implement. A thick plaited handgrip about six inches
long was attached to several long thongs about two feet long. On closer
examination the nine thongs were made of supple rubber with each a different
length so that on impact they would be fully splayed and cover and area around
six inches in diameter.
The Governess examined the implement in detail then passed it to the doctor. She
inspected it and then, having given it several experimental swishes through the
air, brought it down over the arm of a padded chair with a thud. She nodded her
approval to her boss.
Without further discussion the Governess made a phone call. From her tone, her
frequent "Ma'ams" and her deferential tone it was someone in authority.
The necessary permission obtained, coffee was called for and the three ladies
relaxed.
In the rest of the Centre however, the mood was anything but relaxed.
The Centre Tannoy announced that there would be a formal and public punishment
session at 1200hrs in the main punishment room. The administrative staff sprung
into action. One squad of female prisoners was detailed to prepare the room
under the supervision of their wardress. Every item and surface was dusted,
polished and polished again. The duty nurse ensured that all the necessary
medical equipment was topped up and ready for use.
At eleven o'clock the invited guests started to arrive. These were local
worthies who had some say in the funding of the centre. They were mainly female
with two or three males. Several of them had brought their young daughters, aged
eighteen and upwards as an object lesson in keeping to the straight and narrow.
All were formally dressed in business attire and an eager nervous attitude
permeated the room where they waited.
Stewart's squad under Miss Kenton were assigned the task of taking coats,
showing them to the waiting room and serving coffee. From the glances at the
female prisoner's shirt covered breasts it was obvious that the reason for the
session was known.
Just as Daley was serving two cups of steaming coffee, one of the daughters, a
snooty tall eighteen-year old turned suddenly. There was no way Daley could
avoid her elbow and both cups and their contents were sent flying, mainly over
the servant-prisoner. Instead of showing concern for whether the hot coffee had
hurt Daley, (which it had), or help in sponging her shirt down, the little minx
simply berated the girl calling her a "Clumsy Cow!" in a loud voice.
Swiftly Miss Kenton was there, offering profuse apologies and a whispered
suggestion to remain after the session and help deal with the offence. This left
the girl positively beaming and the coffee stained Daley looking totally
dejected.
Stewart heard about all this somewhat later. He had been detailed as Prisoner
Escort and had been marched over to the room where Harper was waiting by two
policewomen.
He was surprised how composed the female was. She stood to attention when they
entered and meekly put her hands in front of her for the handcuffs. She was in
the regulation schoolgirl type dress with everything spotlessly clean and
pressed. Her shoulder length hair had been platted in a pigtail.
It was a short march to the punishment room. Everyone they passed glanced it
their direction but Harper faced forward and appeared in a daze. On arrival the
handcuffs were removed and they were left in the holding cell by themselves with
the door slammed shut. They took a seat next to each other on the low bench.
Stewart asked how she was feeling.
" Pretty frightened," she admitted, "The sooner we get this over the better.
It's the total injustice of this place that really gets to me. I am about to be
flogged across my poor boobs and there isn't a damn thing that I can do about
it, I just have to accept whatever they want to do to me."
She apologised as she gently massaged her breasts through the white shirt
material. "That injection they gave me yesterday has certainly worked, I have
just started my period and they are really swollen. This wretched regulation bra
feels even tighter!"
Stewart looked out into the room. One of the practice training dummies wearing a
bra and panties was still secured to the breast punishment frames. Unknown to
him the wardress selected to punish Harper had been practicing with the new whip
just prior to their arrival. He watched as two wardresses unstrapped the dummy
that they referred to as "Agony Annie" and carried it away.
A few minutes went by and then two other females were brought in and told to
take a seat. One of the wardresses explained that Harper was "top of the Bill"
but the others had been brought in for formal punishments to fill the time for
the visitors.
Twenty selected prisoners were then marched in and took their position along one
wall. They had been selected from different squads to witness the punishments
and no doubt to carry the details back to their sisters.
Eventually, just before the starting time, The Governess led the chatting and
smiling visitors to their comfortable seats. The punishment session was about to
commence.
The Governess stood in front of the guests and made a short speech of welcome.
She continued:
" There are three prisoners under punishment today and I hope that the scale and
nature of their discipline will fully acquaint you all with the very effective
methods we have at the Centre for training our charges. You will see our
underlying level of humanity is maintained by the presence of Doctor Jayne
Hargreaves and two of her nurses who are authorised to stop the punishment at
any time. But, please ladies and gentlemen, be under no illusion; females in
this establishment are dealt severely. Following each application of a
punishment, please feel free to examine the prisoner and ask any questions that
you may wish."
Turning to the waiting staff she issued the order: "Commence punishments!"
A fully uniformed wardress marched to the holding cell, opened the door and
snapped out the name.
"Hellawell!"
A short plump girl snapped to attention and marched out. She was around twenty
years old, short fair hair and round plain face. She halted in front of the
senior wardress.
"869 Hellawell. On report for persistent slacking in Physical Training.
Sentenced to 18 strokes of the strap across her buttocks."
She was ordered to strip and place her clothes on a small table. First she gave
the assembled visitors a nervous glance, then, steeling herself she removed all
the items of her uniform, paused as if hoping for a miracle of deliverance, then
finally removed her stockings, suspender belt, bra and panties.
The audience had hardly taken in the young firm body that stood in front of them
before she was ordered to mount one of the punishment blocks. Her back was to
the spectators so she could not see their reaction to her unladylike displays as
she climbed up to lean over the padded bench. The flimsy modesty belt did little
to help. Certainly an almost uninterrupted view of her crotch was bound to be
given, but mercifully, this bench required the legs to be closed so the intimate
secrets were soon obscured. Her large breasts were also flattened against the
cold leather of the top providing her with more privacy. Two of the junior
wardresses quickly secured her wrists and ankles. Finally a thick waist strap
was pulled around her.
The punishing wardress stepped forward. It was Miss Kenton. Somewhat
self-consciously she removed her uniform shirt then her brassiere revealing her
superb breasts. Clearly she was ill at ease with the requirement for the
wardress to be stripped to the waist, but her reservations were in no way going
to get in the way of her career ambitions.
She was handed a heavy strap with a handle. The flexible thong was about two and
a half feet long with the last eighteen inches split into two. She ran it
through her left hand several times to re-assure herself with the feel. One of
the nurses swiftly swabbed the twin cheeks down with a soaking cotton wool swab.
Surplus liquid ran into the anal groove and disappeared between the clenched
legs.
She then took up station to the prisoner's left flank, raised the strap and
brought it thwacking down to the wet, white buttocks. Immediately she lifted the
strap clear and brought it down again, then again.
The firm white flesh rapidly showed three red swathes equally spread across both
cheeks. As the shock of the impact turned to pain the girl gasped and flexed
against her securing straps. Miss Kenton casually filled in time, with one eye
on the clock, by walking round the whipping frame holding the strap with her
right hand and stroking it affectionately with her left. Her chosen technique
was clearly to be three quick strokes every minute.
As the second hand reached the top she was back in position with the strap
raised. This time it was brought down over the upper part of the buttocks. Then,
once more, she commenced the slow measured walk around the victim.
The third dose was laid across the lower part of the buttocks. This area was
clearly more sensitive and the girl reacted with a gasp, then a groan and
finally a short yell of distress. By now the audience were totally absorbed in
the procedure taking place in front of them. The absolute silence was
interrupted only by the sound of the strap; the muffled exclamations of the
prisoner and the measured tread of Miss Kenton's uniform boots as, once more,
she patrolled the punishment bench.
Nine strokes down, nine to go. But now the entire area of the girls buttocks
were a bright throbbing red with the thin lines that indicated where the edge of
the strap had struck, already turning a darker shade. Miss Kenton gently stroked
the marks with her fingertips, waited a further full minute, and then brought
down the strap to start the second half of the discipline.
The three across the upper surface slammed home. The prisoner's breathing had
become so irregular that there was scarcely any breath left to scream, only to
moan almost inaudibly.
The next three, across the centre seemed, to spur her vocal cords to more
effort.
"Please Miss..no more Miss!" came the grovelling plea.
Miss Kenton did not even break her step as the girls pleaded. Instead she gave a
satisfied smile as she raised her strap for the final three.
The firmness of Miss Kenton's young breasts had not been in question up to now,
but she brought the strap down with such venom for the last three strokes that
her breasts bounced with reaction each time. As the girl strained and struggled
hopelessly against her bonds Miss Kenton grimaced and gently massaged her
breasts with both hands as if to reassure them. She then stood at the girl's
side, feet apart and hands behind her back clutching the now warm instrument.
"The prisoner is now ready for inspection should any of the visitors require
it." She said with a broad smile. Two of the male guests and two female guests
walked over.
"Please examine the girls buttocks as you wish." She said.
Nervously, the older of the two males ran his hands over the now swollen nates,
feeling the heat that was building by the second. Miss Kenton leant across,
pulled the cheeks apart and exposed the girls cleft and anus.
"As you can see, Sir, the punishment has been very lenient and has not even
covered the entire area." She said looking directly into his eyes. The man
blushed and stuttered his agreement. One of the females, a very graceful lady of
around 40 years casually trailed her long fingernails across the ridges and
swelling.
"Will the prisoner be given any treatment to this area?" she enquired.
"No Madam, the purpose of this flogging is to hurt and we would avoid anything
that would cause any alleviation of the discomfort for obvious reasons."
"Indeed, indeed." Replied the woman as she ageing traced the marks, but this
time dragging her talon like nails harshly over the throbbing flesh.
In no time the girl was unstrapped and led back to the holding cell with her
clothes being thrown casually on the damp floor. She stood against the wall,
whimpering softly and massaging her flogged nates.
734 Cooper. On report for insolence to a junior wardress. Sentenced to receive
12 stroke of the birch across her naked buttocks.
A gentle gasp went around the room. The birch was a rarely used implement with a
justified reputation for severity. The two guards opened the cell door and the
next victim stood to attention then marched out and across the room to her fate.
Cooper was a tall slim female of around 35 years with fair hair drawn up into a
bun at the back of her head. Obediently she stripped naked down to her slim
modesty belt.
She was indeed slim with long thin legs and small rather immature breasts that
looked more like pointed cones with the pink aureole covering almost a third of
the area. She was led to a different whipping frame and ordered to mount it. She
did so with her knees and ankles taking their position on padded supports some
three feet apart. She had to bend her stomach over a round bolster in order to
lay her elbows and wrists on two other padded supports that angled downwards.
Straps were tightened around her ankles, behind her knees, around her forearms
and around her wrists. She was then effectively held in a widely splayed all
fours position made worse by the stomach bolster forcing her spread buttocks
upwards so that they formed the high point of her body.
To the audience her entire crotch was on shameless display. The modesty strap,
having ridden up into her cleft providing little or no cover. Her light covering
of fair pubic hair did little to obscure her intimate secrets and her anus was
clearly visible either side of the thin garment. Further round the material had
been swallowed by her gaping vulva so that the fringed inner lips, pulled apart
by her position, were fully displayed and almost at a level with her taught
thighs.
The wardress selected for this event was Miss Winstanley, a heavily built black
lady with extremely short curly hair. She casually stepped forward, undid her
shirt displaying a large white support bra. This she rapidly discarded revealing
her melon like breasts with short thick brown nipples. As she walked over to a
tall water tank to retrieve the first birch they swung gently from side to side.
She took up position at the girl's head where she cupped her chin and forced her
to look up at both her disciplinarian and the birch.
The birch was in all respects as it should be. The dozen individual twigs were
of the approved length of 36 to 40 inches, they were bound at the handle and the
overall weight was within the tolerances specified. It was designed to be an
effective instrument when used to correct prisoners, especially those requiring
just that little bit extra to bring them into line. A spare to the same
specification was available and the liquid that they had both been steeped in
contained an effective disinfectant in case of any superficial skin damage. In
brief it was a regulation birch for a regulation punishment.
Swiftly the nurse swabbed the area down taking great care to apply the wet swab
generously around the partly exposed anus and genitalia.. This time the
antiseptic liquid could be seen to run down the anal cleft and into the vulval
cleft before it dripped into a pool on the floor.
Miss Winstanley moved to a position to the left of the proffered target, glanced
briefly at the Governess, raised the dripping birch into the air and let fly
with it across the undefended target.
To those in the audience who were puzzled by the necessity to place the prisoner
in such an embarrassing position, the first stroke provided the answer. As well
as landing on the slim buttocks, the flying twigs with their little hard buds,
also impacted around and into the pudenta.
It was rumoured that with the birch, the first stroke was always the worst.
Cooper's reaction seemed to support that view. Her thighs and lower torso was
free to move, and move it did in a violent bucking motion. Her lungs were
seemingly full of air which she expelled in a short but earnest scream of pain.
The second stroke was lower and a greater proportion of the buds found their way
into the more sensitive areas on the woman. This dispelled the theory about the
first stroke being the worst as the victim gasped and struggled to break free
with even greater effort.
Miss Winstanley, oblivious to the cadence of her swinging breasts lay four more
strokes across the same area at the top of the thighs. Each was a real sizzler
with the full power of her thick sturdy arm behind it. She then slowly walked
around to the girl's head, cupped her chin and raised it so that she could look
into her eyes. The audience was spared the sight of the reddened eyes and tear
stained face; the bared teeth and the dribbling saliva; neither did they hear
the whispered reminder from Miss Winstanley that there were still six strokes to
go.
Taking her position at the business end of the prisoner, the wardress carefully
brushed down the girl's thighs to remove some of the broken twiglets and buds
that were sticking to her. The flesh was an uneven pattern of small interlacing
weals. None were as severe in depth as a cane stroke but each would provide it's
own quotient of pain to make the sum a memorable level of agony.
The birch was still heavy despite losing some of it's mass. It took a strong
woman like Miss Winstanley to lay the next four stokes on at full force with
only seconds between each. She started at the top of the anal cleft and worked
quickly down to the top few inches of the thighs. Overcome either by the pain,
the humiliation or her own struggles, the wretched prisoner slumped against the
supports in a faint.
Swiftly the Doctor gave the nurses and order. One pulled her head up by her hair
and placed an open vial of smelling salts under her nose. The other quickly
swabbed down the emerging weals that were beginning to cover her rear. One or
both did the trick and the spluttering girl was straining against her bonds
within seconds.
"Continue infliction !" ordered Dpctor Hargreaves curtly.
Miss Winstanley, having stood aside without the slightest expression of concern,
moved back into position and raised her muscular arm.
The last two strokes were laid well into the area between the splayed legs and
impacting on the most sensitive surfaces of the cleft and inner lips. The
technique was known as "whipping in" by the staff. The prisoner though
overwhelmed with the pain only had the energy left to buck feebly and moan
pathetically. The birch was designed to break any prisoner and it most certainly
had on this occasion.
This time, as well as the two male and two female visitors coming forward they
were joined by the young lady who had complained about Daley. Looking flushed
and excited she ran her fingers over the swelling weals making sure that the red
and raw vulval lips were not left unchecked by her examination. Only then did
she give way to the inquisitive hands of one of the males.
Having ascertained that there were no questions, the senior wardress ordered
Cooper to be released. She was so unsteady on her feet that the two nurses, one
on each arm, escorted her back to the cell where she was lowered to a face down
position on her knees.
As she knelt whimpering and dribbling on to the hard floor the next command was
heard:
"377 Harper. On report for three Breast Related Demerits. Sentenced to sixteen
strokes of the cane across each bare breast."
With a low moan Harper stood up and marched across to where the wardresses were
now assembled, at the breast punishment frame.
The order was given to strip to the waist. She removed her shirt, stood for a
few seconds and then slowly unhooked her last protection and slipped it down
over her arms before it was taken from her by a nurse. She stood, arms at her
side, her large mature breasts hanging low on her chest. The short nipples were
deeply set into the aerolea by the fear of the coming pain. On receiving a nod
from Doctor Hargreaves the shorter of the two nurses produced a steel kidney
dish covered in a green cloth and placed it on the nearby table. She then
ordered the wretched woman to the "present" position. Harper snapped her hands
behind her head, placed her feet apart and forced her elbows hard back.
A murmur of surprise went round the visitors. Several were surprised at the
copious dark underarm hair that was displayed to them, all were impressed by the
way the position lifted the large mammaries making them appear totally
vulnerable.
The nurse produced what looked like a short syringe, applied the end to a nipple
and pulled out the plunger sucking the tender nipple into the tube. She repeated
the procedure for the other nipple leaving the two syringes dangling from the
breasts.
Mrs Gurney stood next to the prisoner and addressed the visitors:
"Well ladies and gentlemen we now arrive at the infliction of the Breast
punishment .
Before we start I will review the policy behind this form of discipline. The
prisoner is awarded a breast related demerit or BRD for short if, and only, if
she commits an offence that we regard as breast related. These offences include
being caught wearing a soiled brassiere, wearing a non-regulation brassiere or
wearing a brassiere for some activity where we have ordered that no support may
be worn. An example of the latter would be if the female were found to be
wearing a bra when undergoing physical training or running and such like. The
policy here is that prisoners' breasts should not by confined or restricted in
any way during exercise. Naturally this may appear a little unfair to the larger
girls...but a rule is a rule and no latitude can be given simply because one
prisoner finds it a little uncomfortable."
At this point several of the larger ladies in the audience were shifting
uncomfortably in their seats.
"If three BRD's are collected then an automatic breast punishment is awarded.
The girl has only herself to blame as the rules are perfectly clear. This is
usually a set number of cane strokes. However, today will be different. Clearly
the object of the punishment is to hurt and not to damage. I have been advised
that a new form of implement can achieve more discomfort without any permanent
harm. I have authorised the use of that implement known as a flogger for this
prisoner."
" It is worth mentioning that several of you ladies asked me earlier whether any
leniency was extended in the event of the prisoner having a period, and
therefore having more sensitive and perhaps swollen breasts. It is most
certainly not considered an excuse for wearing a bra during exercise and it is
most certainly not considered a reason for leniency during a breast punishment.
If the individual prisoner has concerns of that nature then it is for her to
exercise more care in her conduct and not to expect us to bend our rules to
accommodate her particular hormonal cycle. As a matter of fact, I understand
that Harper has just started her period and that she is indeed a female who
suffers from acutely sensitive breasts at this time. As a woman myself I can
only feel some degree of sympathy for her. However, the flogging will take place
and I can but hope that this will give her even greater incentives to obey the
rules here in the Centre in the future"
" Miss James!"
At the mention of her name the most feared wardress on the staff appeared from
behind a partition carrying the device. She carefully handed it to the nearest
guest who, having examined it gingerly, handed it on to the next.
"Whilst you are examining the flogger my staff will prepare the prisoner. As you
can see she is at present having her nipples engorged to ensure that they do not
remain hidden during the whipping. She has also received an injection to promote
fluid retention that many of you ladies will empathise with."
A brief titter of amusement went round the audience.
Harper was led to the breast punishment frame. She was stood with her back to
the contraption, her hands placed behind the frame level with her neck and
secured tightly. This had the effect of forcing her elbows back even further
that the present position and subsequently thrusting her breasts forward.
Totally exposed and vulnerable they appeared even more of a tubular shape and
even more plumped up and sensitive from the medical treatment she had received.
The suction tubes were removed with a plopping sound leaving the large brown
aureole decidedly puffy.
Next, the nurse swabbed her chest, sides and upper stomach down to where it
bulged slightly over the waistband of her skirt. Then both breasts were wiped
with the cold antiseptic fluid taking care to lift them to access the areas
underneath.
An eighteen-inch long triangular metal arm was placed between her legs and
lifted so that it fitted tightly under her crotch almost supporting her weight.
It engaged in the frame behind her leaving her skirt raised and lower panties
visible. The bulging around the panty crotch evidenced a large thick absorbent
pad. The hard apex pressed tightly into her sex through the pad and at any other
time would have felt comforting if not downright erotic. Her feet were then
pulled about a foot apart, increasing the weight on the support, and then her
ankles were strapped to the frame. A heavy leather strap was then tightened
around her waist making any movement impossible.
Finally, a small rubber bulb was pumped to inflate a pad between her shoulder
blades. This forced her chest even further forward against the pull of her
secured arms and the securing strap around the waist. Her wet shining breasts
were now fully presented, vulnerable and totally unprotected.
Miss James, having retrieved the whip from the guests, started to unbutton her
uniform shirt.
To be continued.
