Chapter 32.
"It's always difficult getting the feel of a new implement, so before you use it
properly on the girl, try a few practice flicks," advised Miss Kenton.
Charlotte placed the crop on a side table whilst she removed her expensively
tailored jacket, she then gripped the horsewhip by the leather bound grip in her
right hand and examined it carefully. It was black in colour about three feet
long and very thin. It seemed to consist of tightly woven cotton around a
springy rod of some sort. The end terminated in a six inch knotted tassel of
waxed cord. She raised it high in the air and brought it down with a high
pitched whistling sound. It was designed to make a large horse aware of its
rider's displeasure, so it should be extremely effective on the softer hide of
the prisoner. If only she could use it on some of those stable girls that she
employed...
" It is almost unheard of a visitor, particularly one your age, to be permitted
to thrash a prisoner, but since the Governess has personally authorised the
punishment make the most of it. Just remember that the purpose of punishment
here is to inflict pain but under no circumstances can the skin be broken or
cut. We can start by having a few practice flicks with that tassel thing. Stand
behind her and try a few flicks on her outside thighs as you would one of your
horses."
Daley was manhandled by Miss Kenton into a position facing away from the
eighteen-year old. She was at the present and braced herself ready for the pain.
Charlotte stood directly behind her and gently ran the knotted tip of the crop
up her right side starting from the outside of her knee to the soft armpit. She
then stroked the tassel up her left side in the same way and finally, starting
on the inside of her left knee, stoked the tip up her inner thigh, across her
crotch and down to her other knee. Suddenly she transferred to corded knots to
the outside of the right leg and with a practised flick, hit the side of the
knee joint.
The sharp pain made Daley jump slightly realising that the stroking was over and
that the pain had begun.
Miss Charlotte again traced Daley's outline, but this time with bitingly sharp
flicks of the tassel. It struck up her right side, thighs, waist, ribs and outer
side of her breast until the last stroke whipped into her soft and sensitive
armpit. The left side was dealt with and then attention was given to the inner
triangle formed by her spread knees. This time the tassel was brought stingingly
into contact with the soft skin of the inner thighs. First the left leg then the
right. Finally four flicks were brought up to the spread crotch, each hurting
like hell. As the crop was snatched away it caught on the long pubic hairs and
snatched a few out at their roots. Despite her self-control the latter strokes
had Daley squirming with pain and shock as each flick was laid on.
"Turn sideways to me girl" ordered Miss Charlotte, warming to the task.
Daley did so. She was certainly a little chubby but her breasts stood firmly
away from her chest without the usual sag of the heavier female. Casually Miss
Charlotte pressed the end of the crop under the nearest one, lifted it and
allowed it to drop. Slowly she then touched the nipple with the tassel and
raised the crop for a flick. Daley tried but couldn't stop herself: she
instinctively drew back.
"KEEP STILL DALEY!" shouted Miss Kenton. "Any more movement and I will have to
reconsider allowing you to take an unofficial breast punishment.
Daley froze, and immediately the tip of the crop was flicked whistling down
across her soft pink nipple. Her even white teeth were still bared with the lips
pulled back in a grimace when the other nipple received a similar flick. Both
aerolea were now engorged and the stubby nipples protruded as if in excitement.
Miss Charlotte then spent several minutes toying with them, first dragging the
stem of the crop backwards and forwards under the teats then over the upper
surface forcing them to point towards the floor. To an observer nothing had been
done to Daley's breasts that would cause real pain, but to Daley her breast tips
were becoming increasingly sore and tender. Add to that the sheer humiliation of
having to stand rigidly at the present whilst this much younger girl amused
herself by causing her pain and discomfort.
Miss Kenton walked over to one of the equipment racks. She returned carrying a
leather belt device that Daley recognised only too well, although from the
puzzled look on Charlotte's face, she did not.
"In view of you horse experience perhaps you would like to put the prisoner
through a little dressage training," she said with a broad smile across her
face." This is called an understrap and is used as a punishment device for the
female crotch. I'm told that it is a bitch to wear and can really hurt,
particularly when the wearer is made to exercise."
Miss Charlotte carefully examined the waist belt and then the thin knotted
crotch strap that dangled from it. The damp and stained leather thong certainly
looked as if it had been well used and she could well imagine how such a device
could chafe delicate female skin if fitted tight into the cleft. She carefully
fitted the waistband around Daley. Miss Kenton then ordered Daley to squat on
the stainless steel table, explaining that it was essential to have the buttocks
and legs spread to achieve a good fit. Charlotte reached between the prisoner's
spread thighs to retrieve the dangling thong and brought it up tightly between
the opened buttocks and pouting vulval lips to clip it to the front clasp on the
waist band. She made very sure that the compressive force of the elastic section
pulled the thong tightly into the sensitive furroughs of the girl's crotch.
Miss Kenton then ordered Daley to lie on her back, spread her knees and lift
them up to her chest. The prisoner lay back blushing furiously, knowing only too
well how her entire crotch was now blatantly displayed to the young girl and how
the bruises from previous thrashings must be visible. The Wardress pointed out
the placing of the knots in the thong. Two, about two centimetres apart pressed
against the outer circumference of the brown puckered anus. Other knots snuggled
into the yawning vagina where they would soon be chaffing the soft inner labia.
She mentioned how the strap could be worn under the panties, so that anyone
watching the girl would have no idea about what was causing the comfort she was
certain to display. She also discussed the advantage of placing the under-strap
over the regulation white panties and how that might reduce the effect slightly,
but was almost bound to increase the chances of the panties becoming marked.
That dress offence most certainly requiring some formal punishment. However she
was not fully satisfied. Unfastening the thong she tied a further double knot so
that when it was refastened and tightened, the addition pressed hard against the
nubbin of the hapless girl's clitoris. Satisfied, she ordered her down from the
table.
"Right Charlotte, I suggest you start by giving her a few exercises that may
enable her to feel the effects of the under-strap. Do feel free to inspect her
as often as you wish to ensure that the knots are doing their job."
Charlotte thought for a moment and then ordered her to lie on her back on the
floor of the punishment room.
"Raise your backside in the air, support it with your hands with your elbows on
the floor and when I say commence, I want to see you cycle with your legs and
feet."
"Commence!"
For the next five minutes she watched as the girl exercised, sometimes ordering
her to move her feet slowly, other times fast and furiously. She stood over the
girl holding the crop high and ordering her to touch it with her toes on each
rotation of her feet. Then she squatted down so that she had an uninterrupted
view between the prisoner's legs. She extended the arm that held the crop and
placed it between the pumping thighs telling the girl that she was not to
contact the implement ensuring that Dally had to spread her legs as she cycled,
displaying her increasingly sore crotch to the young girls view.
Miss Kenton didn't need to see the way in which the anal area and soft inner
labia were showing the effects of the constant chaffing to know that Dally was
suffering. The gasps and the clenched teeth were enough evidence for her.
Charlotte was a little more thorough. She ordered the girl to stop and to
stretch out her legs either side of her keeping them at ninety degrees to the
horizontal. She then lent forward between the stressed and trembling limbs to
examine the splayed crotch. She noted the anus that was now a reddish brown and
the way that the thong had irritated to inner membranes of the vagina turning
them more red than pink. The clitoris had swollen under the stimulation and
looked as sore as she was sure it felt.
"On your feet!" she snapped, standing herself.
The next exercise was to be running on the spot, but even that had to be made as
difficult as possible. Miss Charlotte gripped the centre of the crop and held it
across the girl's front and parallel to the floor. When the running commenced
she then had to bring each knee up to touch the crop but without contacting
Charlottes clenched hand. To add to the difficulty of getting the pounding knees
up she also had to keep them splayed. It would have been easy for Miss Charlotte
to lower the crop but instead she kept it just below the prisoner's waist level
to cause her the maximum friction from the under-strap.
There was the added bonus in that the exercise caused Daley's breasts to bounce
uncontrollably as she struggled to get her knees up high enough. How long had
young Charlotte waited to get one of these large breasted bitches in this sort
of position she thought to herself. And this was just the start!
Five long minutes later Charlotte called a halt to the exercise. Daley stood,
trembling with fatigue and dripping in sweat as she gulped down lungfulls of
air. The salty perspiration ran down her body and was channelled between her
legs, stinging and burning where it touched the abraded areas where the thong
and knots had chafed.
The final exercise was jumping with feet together then astride, each with a
rebound. Arms were to be at the side with feet together and hands clapped over
head when the legs were astride. Again Miss Kenton gave her apprentice full
marks. Not only was the thong bound to flex and chafe but the large breasts were
once more in full bounce. The full five minutes were encouraged with the tip of
the crop cracking against the thighs, both the outside and, when spread, the
soft inner surfaces. Charlotte shouted words more of threat than encouragement:
"Harder girl!"
"Wider, Wider" with a sharp flick.
Daley was ordered to stop.
" Enough exercise for the moment, it's time to see how well you can lay that
crop on Charlotte." Said Miss Kenton with a broad smile, obviously pleased with
her pupil's progress.
Daley was led over towards a vaulting horse with one hangrip removed and told to
lay over the sloping end. Her feet were on the floor and her hands were extended
in front of her where, without being told, she grasped the remaining grip and
slumped down on the leather surface breathing heavily. Miss Kenton pointed out
the way her position spread her legs and buttocks wide, whilst keeping the
muscles relaxed.
"This position must certainly add to the girl's humiliation," commented the
young girl, tracing the anal and vaginal areas with the tip of the crop." I had
no idea how much a female displays...I wouldn't like my crotch to be on display
in such a blatant way."
"In view of your equestrian expertise I think it would be better if we started
by you mounting the prisoner. Stand at the end of the horse and vault up onto
her back." Ordered Miss Kenton.
Charlotte stood between the girl's splayed legs, placed the crop in her teeth
and pulled her tight skirt up to her waist revealing her designer panties and
suspenders gripping the tops of her stockings. She leant forward, placed her
palms flat on the small of the prisoner's back and jumped up and forwards
landing on her spread buttocks. Charlotte quickly scrambled forward until her
stockinged thighs were either side of the girl's back and her pantied crotch was
pressing uncomfortably down on the girl's moist and slippery back. She then
transferred the crop to her right hand, grasped a generous handful of the
prisoner's hair in her left and gripped the sides of the horse with her lower
legs.
Charlotte sniffed the air with a look of distaste. " Miss Kenton, how often do
these females have to shower? This one smells worse than one of my horses after
a long run."
" You must remember Charlotte that this is a warm room and even though Daley is
naked, you have worked her fairly hard so she has certainly broken into a
sweat." Miss Kenton slowly explained."The main problem with nearly all the
females here is that they will break out into a sweat at the very sight of a
cane or strap once they have felt them a few times. It's a sort of fear
reaction. Some actually wet themselves in front of you as well as smell like
animals. It stops worrying you after a time and you just learn to accept it as
evidence that you are frightening her sufficiently."
Explanation over she suggested that Charlotte lay three strokes across Daley's
right flank as if she was a horse. With hardly any hesitation Charlotte renewed
her grip on the hair and brought the crop whistling down three times. Each
stroke lashed into Daley's soft right thigh diagonally just below the hip. The
reaction to the sudden sharp pain made her buck on the horse but Charlotte
simply rode the slippery bouncing back until the movement had ceased and her
pantied crotch was fully seated again. Without being told she transferred the
grip on the hair and crop to the opposite hands and gave a rapid three lashes
with the crop over the left thigh. Again it was only her long practice that
enabled her to remain "saddled" as the prisoner bucked and squirmed.
All three females now sensed that the serious punishment was about to take
place. Charlotte slid backwards over the prisoner's buttocks and down her thighs
lowering her skirt to more modest levels as her feet touched the floor. She
stood to the left of the girl's proffered body and looked towards Miss Kenton
for her cue.
"Daley, you will now receive twelve strokes with the crop across your buttocks.
I have decided that you will not be secured and will have to control yourself
during the thrashing. At no time will you attempt to climb off the horse or
protect yourself with your hands. My advice is to grip that hand hold and hang
on like hell."
She nodded to Charlotte and in acknowledgement; the young female swung round to
address the target, raised the crop and brought it down across the undefended
nates.
The crop came down with a whistling sound across the centre of the buttocks. It
struck with the tapered cotton-bound rod across the anal cleft leaving the
tassel to whip into the right flank. Daley gasped with the simple shock of the
pain that soon followed then bucked and squirmed as she absorbed that pain.
Charlotte stood back and drew the tassel tip down between her cheeks to stroke
the protected anus. She carefully pushed the crop tip under the understrap until
the tassel was free, then, centering the tip over the very anus, slowly dragged
the tassel knots under the strap so that each chafed against the sensitised
opening as it was dragged over it. Each knot caused Daley to flinch. The dense
anal hair caught and twisted by the knotted tassel was tugged and pulled with
several small bunches being pulled slowly out by the roots.
Charlotte carefully examined the tassel then brought it up under Daley's nose,
sawing it to and fro so that the hairs irritated her nasal openings and she
sneezed several times. She then slowly cleaned the tassel of the small dark
hairs, repositioned her feet and brought the crop down for the second stroke.
This time aiming the tip so that the knots lashed into the right buttock once
again Just as the crop sprang free, Charlotte raised it high and brought it down
for the third stroke, across the join of the thighs to the seat.
Daley yelped as the shock of the pain from this sensitive area hit her. It was
true to say that Charlotte was neither flogging severely or indiscriminately,
rather to Miss Kenton's approval, she was simply ensuring that her victim was
kept in a constant state of anticipation as to where and how the next stroke
would fall. All that Daley could do was to accept without question, hang on to
the handgrip and try not to lose control.
The next three strokes were simple and straightforward. They were laid across
the lower chubby part of the prisoner's seat, rapidly and evenly with the tassel
cutting into the right thigh as it whipped round. Daley bucked and heaved on
the horse almost falling off at one point. Miss Charlotte moved round to the
head end and held the girl firmly by the back of the neck until the movement had
abated to a simple twitching of the lower half of her body.
"I doubt very much that she will be able to take much more without trying to get
off the horse", remarked Charlotte. "I think I had better help her to take the
last few strokes by holding her down."
With that she pulled up her tight skirt and mounted the prostrate girl sitting
across her shoulders facing her spread buttocks. The girl's back was slippery
with sweat and Charlotte knew that she would need all the strength of her
horserider thighs to hold her seat once the pain surged through the female. Her
next two strokes were laid quickly and vertically down the surface of Daley's
right thigh. The impact of the the thin crop was bad enough, especially where it
crossed the weals from the earlier strokes, but the whipping effect of the
tassel as it hit the sensitive thigh tops caused the victim to screech with
pain. She gulped in large lungfuls of air despite the weight of the
disciplinarian on her rib cage. Her feet were lifted from the floor as she tried
to twist and turn with only Charlotte's weight pinning her to the punishment
horse.
Two more similar strokes were inflicted on the right buttock. Charlotte could
not help but feel a surge of sexual excitement as the wet back muscles bucked
against her pantied crotch and she slid backwards and forwards in her human
saddle.
"Just two strokes left, Charlotte", Miss Kenton reminded her knowing that from
her behaviour so far, she would make them both unusual and painful. Charlotte
did not disappoint.
The next stroke was brought down into the sweaty gap between the buttocks, it
lashed into the inner cleft of the right cheek, the cleft that was only exposed
by the prisoners unladylike spread. The rod part of the crop dug deeply into the
soft white flesh and the tassel whipped down and round to impact a fraction of a
second later into the plump and hairy right side of her vulva.
Daley lost control as her legs flew up straight behind her in an attempt to
protect her crotch. Despite the weight of Miss Charlotte on her shoulders she
lifted the girl up as she brought her knees together and pulled them up the
horse. There was no sympathy from a furious Miss Kenton:
"DOWN GIRL and back into position!!!" Miss Kenton yelled. "Otherwise I will take
that crop and whip some obedience into you myself".
Daley did not doubt Miss Kenton's word in any way and she rapidly slumped back
into the splayed position on the horse. But even Miss Kenton's shouts could not
calm the frantic writhing of the girl's sturdy thighs. Even so, the target was
suddenly open to her view and Charlotte quickly, but accurately slashed at the
inner left cheek.
Once again the crop rod struck home and the tassel, continuing to travel,
impacted only partly the left outer lip and instead hit the softer, more
sensitive inner lip that had been forced into prominence by the understrap and
the girls writhings. Daley shrieked with shock and pain but the fight had gone
from her and after the initial flinch, she just lay against the horse, sobbing
with the pain and humiliation.
Charlotte released her grip with her thighs and slowly slid down the sweaty back
and over the wealed buttocks until her panties scraped on the leather of the
horse. She then threw her left leg over the punishment block and, feet together,
stood upright.
She joined Miss Kenton who was already sitting in one of two comfortable chairs
facing into the room. Daley was given several minutes to compose herself and
then the snivelling girl was ordered to the present in front of them. She looked
at Miss Kenton through her reddened eyes and suddenly became aware that she was
holding her soiled bra in her hands. Her suffering was by no means over. Miss
Charlotte's hands were empty but her eyes were examining every detail of Daley's
naked breasts and the quizzical expression on the young girl's face offered
little comfort.
"Tell me Charlotte, have you ever had your breasts punished in any way,"
enquired Miss Kenton.
Charlotte, a little embarrassed, explained that she had never been punished as
such but she had certainly had her nipples tweaked painfully of several
occasions at her old school. There was one Senior prefect who, endowed with
large breasts herself would make Charlotte stand to attention and then play with
her small immature breasts while she made various humiliating remarks about
their size and how she looked more like a boy. She would always finish the
bullying by gripping both of the nipples, which were reasonably well developed
and squeezing them painfully for several seconds until Charlotte's knees
buckled. She went on to say that she fully appreciated that in a penal
institution sensible punishments applied to breasts was only to be expected
especially when such punishments could be easily avoided by the prisoner. She
then gave a sly knowing smile to Miss Kenton.
"Indeed, indeed," Miss Kenton replied. "Well, today Daley has failed to avoid
such punishment and although it will be an "unofficial" I intend that it will
certainly make her eyes water. She is well developed in that area and they seem
both large and firm so they can absorb a fair amount of pain. True, her nipples
are a little tender and swollen from the effects of that crop tassel but that
can't be helped."
"Will we be removing the understrap first?" enquired Charlotte. It must be
chaffing her quite severely after all that exercise.
"I hope so," snapped Miss Kenton, "that is certainly the purpose of it. I always
feel that the last hour of being understrapped is the most effective time so it
would be foolish of us to lose that benefit. Still, you had better check the
tightness just in case it has worked loose."
Charlotte stood up and walked over to the prisoner, sniffing the perspiring
girl's scent with disapproval. Moving to her rear she placed her forefinger
under the strap at the top of her buttock crease and suddenly jerked it upwards.
It was impossible for Daley to accurately define where the sore points were in
the bisected crotch, as each knot had chafed it's own impression on the
sensitive flesh. Where the skin and hair had been relatively gently rubbed by
just the cruel thin thong it was extremely tender, but in the area of the knots
it was raw and stinging. The sudden vicious snatch had felt like hot cigarettes
suddenly being stubbed out and she reacted instantaneously. She stood on her
left leg with her right knee bent and then her thighs slammed together.
Realising her error, she struggled back into the "present" albeit with her teeth
bared and mouth open. She did not need to look in Miss Kenton's direction to
know that she would be furious. The rules were clear and had been explained over
and over again:
"Prisoners placed in the "Present" position will remain in that position
whatever discomfort or embarrassment may be caused by an inspection. A limited
amount of flinching is accepted but any gross movement of position will result
in further training until the prisoner demonstrates her ability to remain with
legs well apart, hands on head and shoulders well back."
Daley knew that she had only herself to blame. She should have braced herself
but the sudden onset of pain caused by the understrap tightening had caught her
by surprise. She had always managed to hold her position in the past despite the
probing fingers of the wardresses not to mention the use of their sharp
fingernails. It was a favourite technique of many of the staff as once a
prisoner was in the designated position they would have to accept any degree of
intimate fondling of breasts or orifices that the wardress wanted. If a female
tried to protect herself by moving, twisting or using her hands she would be
made to suffer...and then the procedure would be repeated as an assessment of
her obedience.
But how would she be made to suffer? The answer was soon given by a red-faced
Junior wardess:
" It seems clear to me that Daley seems to think that she has the right to
decided when and if she has to hold a position. Charlotte, perhaps you would be
kind enough to exercise this prisoner for three two minute periods after which
you will allow her to demonstrate how she can remain still when being
inspected."
Charlotte thought for a few moments as to how she could cause Daley the maximum
pain and embarrassment. Daley stood rigidly in front of her, sweating profusely.
"On the command "Begin", you will commence running on the spot with knees high
until you hear the second command "Stop". Is that understood girl? Enquired
Charlotte?
"Yes Miss." Came the nervous reply.
"Begin!"
Daley immediately started pumping her thighs and legs as high as she could. She
knew that she could afford no more mistakes and whatever the soreness and pain
she felt between her legs she knew that she had to keep moving. It didn't help
that she was not the most athletic of females and the extra weight she carried
only added to the burden. Her large breasts were bouncing and swaying with
droplets of perspiration being thrown from them. This uncontrolled movement of
the large globes would normally be a punishment in itself but concentrated as
she was on overcoming the pain from her crotch, their discomfort was hardly
noticed. Eventually the order to stop came leaving the prisoner gulping in huge
breaths as she resumed the present position awaiting her next order.
The next exercise was astride jumping with a rebound bounce. Arms at the side
and feet together for one little jump, and then arms wide and feet wide for
another bounce and so on. The timing was called by Charlotte who insisted on a
brisk pace, despite the obvious anguish on Daley's face.
For the final exercise Charlotte ordered her to lay on her back on the floor,
lift her legs vertically, lift her backside from the floor and support it with
her hands and elbows and then commence a cycling movement. Daley didn't even
consider the humiliating position this placed her in with her entire crotch
exposed to the two females. All she could think about was the incessant chafing
as the understrap pulled on the sensitive flesh as the legs gyrated. It was
almost a relief when Charlotte ordered the knees to be splayed for the final
minute of the exercise as that relieved some of the tautness of the strap,
unfortunately at the expense of displaying her intimate areas even more. The
watching females peered down at the sweating pumping prisoner and controlled
their instinctive shudders when they saw the tender reddened areas where the
strap rubbed against the clitoris and other feminine flesh.
Following the order to "Stop", the final test was repeated. With Daley at the
present, Charlotte moved behind her, gripped the slippery understrap where it
disappeared between the clammy buttocks and gave it a sharp jerk upwards. Daley
yelped through clenched teeth, her whole body flinched, but she held her
position.
"Well done, Charlotte. You have just seen a perfect example of what we set out
to achieve in this centre- total obedience whatever the natural instincts of the
prisoner may be", said a beaming Miss Kenton. "As a reward for Daley's success I
think that we could remove the strap before we move on to the next procedure".
Even the removal of the strap was painful. Charlotte unclipped the elasticised
fastening, then undid the waist strap. She then pulled it slowly through the
deep groove that it had formed in the splayed crotch. She held it dangling in
front of Daley's with a look of distaste and disgust then threw it across the
room on to a table.
" Just the little problem of dealing with your breasts Daley, and then we can
all go our separate ways", smiled Miss Kenton casually looking at the prisoner's
chest. I think we will start with a little hand slapping. Get your shoulders
back and stick them out as much as possible girl...good...I will start with your
left one first".
With that Miss Kenton drew her hand back and gave the exposed breast a sharp
slap followed by one with the back of her fingers on the inside surface. The
breast swayed and rippled as each slap contacted the wobbly surface. She then
commenced slapping the breast with a regular cadence covering the entire surface
with forehand and backhand slaps, the final ones of which caught the upper then
the under surfaces.
By the standards at the Centre the punishment was almost lenient, but it soon
had Daley's face screwed up and her teeth bared as she forced herself to remain
submissive to the Junior Wardresses cruelty. When the wardress's attention was
transferred to the right breast the sequence was repeated until both breasts
were covered in red marks and felt sore.
Next Charlotte was invited to apply her hands. She seemed to be able to put more
of a flick into her hand movements, or perhaps she had slightly smaller hands
than her mentor. Either way the prisoner's breasts were soon swinging and
flopping about as the breast spanking was inflicted. When she finished Daley was
left, still in the braced position but shaking slightly from the rising level of
discomfort. She wondered if her ordeal was over yet, but as Miss Kenton went
over to the sink to fill a bowl with water, she realised that it was not.
Miss Kenton found Daley's discarded brassiere and submerged it in the bowl of
water.
"It would seem to be appropriate that as we are punishing the prisoner for
having a soiled bra, the actual item could be used to hit her breasts.
Unfortunately the regulation prisoner brassiere is rather lightweight, even when
it supports breasts of this size, but a good soaking first will enable us to put
a little more zip into the strokes. I think that a dozen slaps across each
breast with the cups, followed by a dozen with the strap part should suffice.
Perhaps you would like to go first Charlotte?"
Charlotte looked around the room, located a small table and having placed the
bowl of water on it next to the prisoner, and carefully removed the dripping
bra. She then held it by the straps and brought it slapping down on the top of
Daley's right breast. The water certainly added to the sound and presumably the
impact as Daley's face indicated. Next the sodden cups were brought up underhand
to lift the underside as they slapped home. Ten more times the wet underwear was
used to hit the ever more sensitive right breast before it was placed back in
the water. Both the prisoner and Charlotte were now spattered by the drips from
the cloth. With Daley the water added to the general sweat that ran down her
podgy body and with Charlotte the tailored blouse was now almost transparent.
A dozen slaps were then administered to the left breast leaving both large
appendages red and throbbing. Having dipped the bra straps in the water,
Charlotte then grasped it firmly by the cups, raised it high above her right
shoulder and brought it whistling down. At first Miss Kenton thought that the
straps had missed their target, but then heard the prisoner's sharp intake of
breath. The metal hooks and eyes that secured the item of underwear had lashed
down on the very tip of the right nipple, not moving the breast at all but
causing the already puffy and elongated nub considerable pain. The next eleven
strokes were brought down, up or across the puffy swollen and throbbing aureola.
Some, that Daley would later describe as the worst, just caught the tip of the
protruding nipple. Others caught the entire aureola and then dragged the clasps
across the nipple, flattening it for a brief milli-second. Charlotte remained
detached from her victim's suffering as she wielded the strange instrument of
flagellation, thinking how amazing it was that the more the strawberry-like
breast tips were hit, the more they seemed to swell and present themselves for
further pain.
Having re-soaked the bra straps, Charlotte addressed the left breast and
commenced to stimulate the tip to further swelling. By now her judgement was
near perfect and nearly every stroke, from whatever angle, caught just the
nipple or at the very worst, the tips of the aureola.
Miss Kenton was more than impressed with the harmless use of the straps to give
the girl excruciating pain and later soreness. When she took her turn she simply
soaked the bra, and laid the strap end over both breasts in a flurry of strokes.
She hit the breasts from left to right, right to left, upwards, downwards and
then across until Daley's knees were starting to buckle, even though she managed
to maintain the braced position.
Suddenly the onslaught stopped. A breathless junior wardress ordered Daley to
dress herself and then watched as she struggled to force her swollen tender
breasts into the wet, screwed up brassiere. The fit had been overtight before
the material was soaked and the breasts, now tenderised and enlarged took the
prisoner several minutes to fit into the cups. She was only able to put the bra
on by leaning forward from the waist and forcing the cups over her breasts. Soon
however, she was still dishevelled, sweating and wet, but dressed well enough to
be dismissed.
The two young females left the room deep in conversation, as if leaving the
court following a hard game of tennis. The punishment room was now silent
awaiting it's next victim. Only the smell of Daley's sweat and other odours were
left hanging in the air.
To be continued.
