Chapter 33.
It was approaching time for lights out at the Correctional Centre when the
message for Stewart came over the address system in the barrack room. In one of
the rare moments that the prisoners had for personal time, they had been
gathered around Daley's bed listening to her account of her afternoon with Miss
Kenton and the young girl. The females were about to change for the night into
the regulation short white smock that barely covered their small regulation
panties. Panties, which the rules declared, would be worn throughout the sleep
period. Next morning they would be able to change into the next days clean pair
after their toilet visit and a shower. Despite Daley's ordeal she had not been
allowed to bathe herself and part of the reason for her graphic account to the
others was to excuse herself for the smell of stale sweat that permeated her
clothing.
The message was short and simply stated that the prisoner Stewart was to report
immediately to the Guardroom. There was no time for any speculation as to the
reason. "Immediately" meant just that and Stewart was not of a mind to incur
further punishment on top of what might be already heading his way.
As he marched along the pathway that would take him from the accommodation block
to the police centre he searched his mind for any error or slip that might give
him a clue and might even help construct some reason or some excuse that might
mitigate any punishment. He was still desperately trying to think of a possible
error on his part when he snapped to attention n front of the reception desk.
"Prisoner Stewart reporting as ordered Miss!"
The young, fair-haired policewoman looked up at him with the usual look of
disinterested contempt.
" You certainly took your time getting here Stewart, get yourself into the cell
area at the double, Miss Waterson is waiting for you".
As rapidly as he could, Stewart went down the steps into the lower cell area and
found himself in a dank but well lit basement. The iron barred cells were set
around an open area that contained a toilet against the wall, a shower area over
a drain in the floor and a table with a plastic covering. On the table perched a
policewoman dressed in her full uniform casually displaying her stocking clad
legs from beneath a short skirt. Stewart stood at attention in front of her.
She was in her mid-thirties, short with mousy hair in a bun behind her head that
formed a resting-place for the uniform hat. Her face was plain and
expressionless as she stared at the male in front of her. Ominously, she picked
up one of the guardroom canes from the table and flexed it between her hands.
"Wondering why you are here Stewart? Trying to remember where you have slipped
up? Hoping that I will go easy on you with this cane when I have you stripped
and across this table? Will it be a nominal thrashing of say, eight strokes or
will I be a real bitch and lay on... say, sixteen hard ones? Believe me Stewart,
we haven't met before but you can rely on my ability to lay strokes on hard,
unlike some of the ladies at this centre".
Stewart found himself starting to tremble. There was no doubt in his mind that
this woman could, and would thrash him. There could be no objection on his part;
she wasn't even required to give him a reason. She could simply order him to
strip in front of her then assume any position. She will then lash him with that
cane until she considered she had hurt him enough, and then lash him some more.
What had happened earlier to Daley was simply a game. He was apparently in for a
full judicial flogging without even knowing the reason.
Suddenly the policewoman's attitude changed. She grinned at her victim.
"Relax Stewart, you are not here for a thrashing, at least, not yet. I have been
given the job of cleaning up two new intakes, Carter and Whitmore, and I heard
about you and thought that you might appreciate the chore. They are both joining
a squad where the wardress in charge insists on total removal of body hair so it
will be your job to carry that out. I have told them that you are totally in
charge and they are to follow your every instruction. Just for this evening I
have also told them to address you as "Sir". There is no limit to the amount of
shaving and scraping you do, but if you try to drop me in it by leaving any
stray hairs behind I will be taking it out of your hide with this cane. One
stroke for each hair will be fair I think. Any questions?
Totally amazed, Stewart could only shake his head.
Miss Waterson strode over to one of the cells behind Stewart. He became aware
that there were around six occupants, four in uniform and two in civilian
clothes that he guessed were the new intake. The cell door for one was opened
and with a nod in the direction of Stewart, Miss Waterson ordered the frightened
looking girl to leave her cell and stand in front of the male prisoner.
She was a tall girl, in her mid twenties with long fair hair hanging down her
back. She was dressed in a tight white sweater with short arms and an equally
short dark skirt. She was of average build and looked just like one of the
dozens of females that Stewart had employed in his past life. Even though she
had been brought straight from the court hearing and was spending her first
night in the prison, she stood rigidly to attention indicating that someone had
been briefing her on how to behave.
"All the shaving gear is on the shelf Stewart and any time you think she needs a
washdown the shower is by the wall. I will take a seat over by the door so from
now on it is all down to you. Handle them as much as you like, you are entitled
to some benefits for your work. Now...get shaving!"
With that Miss Waterson settled herself in the one comfortable chair in the
room.
"When did you last shave?" asked Stewart.
The girl replied that she had done her underarms and legs three days ago. When
he asked about shaving her crotch the girl blushed deeply and said that she had
never shaved in that area. He went on to ask when was the last time she had had
sex, when she last masturbated and when her last period finished The replies
were honest but each question seemed to cause her more embarrassment and
stuttering. She blushed even deeper when Stewart curtly told her to remove her
sweater and take up the present position
Stewart could hardly believe his luck. Now he had the power and could try to
regain some of his self-pride that the bitches in the prison had all but knocked
out of him. He couldn't afford to feel any empathy for these two female
prisoners, either he shaved them thoroughly or he would be thrashed. As to
handling them...why not?
The girl stood shaking with fear, but properly braced with her shoulders well
back. She had the palest skin that Stewart had seen for a long time. Her
apparently perky breasts were encased in a blue, feminine, designer bra as she
had yet to be issued with the plain prison underwear. This left the upper
surfaces of her breasts deliciously exposed and upthrust with the nubs of her
nipples visible through the silken material. Her underarms were exposed and a
small area of stubble was evident. Stewart ran his fingertips over it to assess
its length. The girl instinctively flinched at his touch and this time it was
his turn to snap a curt "Keep still!"
"Right, Carter, I will shave your armpits first. Take off your bra and place it
on the table."
With a look of despair in the direction of the wardress, Carter slipped off the
bra and went back to the present. Stewart casually dragged the back of his
fingers across first one aerola and them the other, watching the stubby pink
nipples engorge in involuntary reaction. Then he turned his back on her as he
located the shaving cream on the shelf. Next he found a large mug and filled it
with piping hot water from the tap. Finally he selected an ordinary man's
disposable razor from a packet and, depositing it in the mug, he was ready to
start.
On his orders Carter raised her right arm above her head leaving the armpit
totally exposed. Squirting some shaving foam on to the fingers of his right hand
Stewart massaged it in to the stubble, wiping the surplus casually off his
fingers on to the upper surface of the bare breast. He then took the razor and
dragged it down three times over the stubble.
A fingertip check of the armpit revealed a slight roughness so he then pulled
the razor upwards three times, ignoring the female's wince as the blade scraped
across her sensitive skin. The process was repeated on the other armpit and he
then stood back admiring the view of the girl, still with shaving cream on her
breasts but back at the present. He then carried out a thorough check of her
back for any stray hairs and then checked the front. Placing the razor handle
between his teeth, he grasped a breast in each hand and pulled them all ways on
the pretext of an examination of the skin. The cream made them slippery to the
touch so it was necessary to grasp each nipple firmly to move the breast in the
required direction. A glance in the direction of the wardress was rewarded with
a conspiratorial smile of encouragement.
Finding no stay hairs he stood back from the flustered prisoner.
"This procedure will now get rather embarrassing I'm afraid," Stewart said in a
sympathetic manner. " Remove your shoes, then your tights or stockings".
The girl kicked off her shoes then bent down and blushing furiously, slipped
down her dark tights and stepped out of them. He then ordered her to place her
left leg, fully extended, on the table for his inspection. This left her
unbalanced on her right leg with the tight skirt forced up exposing a pair of
skimpy black panties. He stood facing her and very close. Carefully avoiding
looking at the stretched gusset of the panties knowing that there would be ample
time for that area to be checked in a moment, he ran his hands all over the
calf, knee and finally the thigh. The girl had good legs with a little more
plumpness around the thigh than ideal. The soft skin was smooth and hairless, so
if he did decide to shave the area it would only be for his own satisfaction.
Her left leg was checked and then with the leg still on the table he moved back
and looked at the crotch area. He then moved to the rear and casually pulled the
small panties up into the anal cleft to expose both cheeks. He was almost
disappointed that there was no pubic hair protruding around the edge of her
underwear. He knew however that she would have some still hidden away.
He almost whispered the next instruction:
"Remove your skirt and then your panties and hand them to me."
The girl blushed if possible, an even deeper shade of red. Hesitantly she
removed her leg from the table, unzipped and dropped the skirt to the ground
carefully picking it up. She then slipped the black panties down to her ankles,
delicately stepped out of them keeping her legs tight together. She then sank to
her haunches rather that bend over and picked them up. She half turned towards
the male prisoner handing him the clothing.
Stewart took the proffered panties and held them with both hands turning them
inside out and back again as he examined them. They were the usual small bikini
type and far from being the thong style. The material appeared to be lace over a
cotton material with a white pad forming the gusset. Having turned them inside
out again to expose the crotch he moved to a position in front of the female. He
wondered whether to comment on the slight staining that indicated the stress
that she ad been under that day but instead, decided to concentrate on the
matter in hand. He stared at her crotch where now, a small bush of light
coloured hair was in view.
"Up on to the table and lay on your back, with your lower legs hanging down", he
commanded. He couldn't help but smile at the modest way in which the female
turned to sit on the table then pulled herself across the top keeping her legs
firmly closed. When she was settled he gave the order that, in her heart, she
knew was inevitable:
"Pull your knees up to your chest and open your legs so that I can inspect you".
He moved to a position between her now spread limbs and looked over the area
that needed his attention. The pubic hair was sparse with a small bush around
the partly opened tight vaginal lips and hardly any in the anal cleft. He was
aware that Miss Waterson had stood up and was looking over his shoulder as he
bent to examine the crotch properly. Using his thumbs he gently opened the outer
sides revealing the delicate pink and of the inner lips. He pressed harder and
heard the girl gasp in discomfort as the secret opening of her vagina opened to
his and the wardress's gaze. A slightly acrid scent of femininity reached his
nostrils and the flesh was surprisingly dry to his touch as his finger tip
slowly traced it's way to the clitoral nub now shamelessly exposed by the parted
vulva. He firmly made a circling motion around the clitoris with the tip of his
right finger and watched as the whole area started to involuntarily lubricate in
response. The girl's eyes were screwed tightly shut in embarrassment as her
inner thighs began to twitch in response to the finger-play.The small pink
wrinkles of her anus were fully visible.
"Steady girl," Stewart murmered as her thighs started to sway and heave.
"STOP!" exclaimed the wardress. "What a slut to get so easily excited. Just
remember girl that any unauthorised masturbation will get you a thrashing no
matter who helps you".
He told her to stay in position as he prepared his equipment.
He laid a small white towel on the table almost under her buttocks. On this he
placed the ordinary men's razor, then a larger one that clearly was the type
used by medical staff for removing body hair, the aerosol tin of shaving foam
and a large pair of tweezers that he had also found on the shelf. He then slowly
squirted a generous portion of cream onto the fingers of his right hand, lent
towards the splayed thighs and started to massage the cream into the exposed
crotch hair.
Instinctively the girl slammed her legs together and curled into a defensive
ball. The wardress was immediately by the side of the table carrying her cane.
"What have I told you about obeying orders girl? are you deaf or something? You
are on report for disobedience and will be dealt with as soon as your medical
examinations are over. I will then personally ensure that you feel this cane
across that rump of yours...now...spread them... and remain spread, otherwise I
will have you up before the Governor."
The legs lifted... and parted. Stewart resumed his none too gentle creaming but
encouraged by the wardress's attitude, spent as much time rubbing the centre of
the vulva as the sides. He deliberately stopped just below the split lips as he
had other plans for the anal area. Despite the female prisoners reluctance, the
more he rubbed the cream into the hair the more he became aware that the upper
part of the vulva was parting slightly and a swelling was taking place. Here, he
thought is a female with every pretext of modesty and yet the lightest touch
turns her into a bitch on heat.
He stopped.
Grasping the larger safety razor he slowly dragged it down over the pubic mound
several times, washed it in the mug of hot water and then scraped it over the
mound again. He then transferred his attention to the soft outer lips of the
vulva and brought the razor upwards pulling the inner thigh clear to make as
flat as possible area for the blade. He was well aware how much rougher running
the razor against the lay of the hairs would be, but the girls comfort was of no
importance if it meant putting himself in line for a caning. Soon, both sides of
the crotch were scraped clean of soap and hopefully, hair. He then told the
prisoner to turn over and kneel on her knees with her head well down. Now her
buttocks were thrust high in the air and when she had followed the next order
and moved her knees and legs wide apart, then even further apart. the anal cleft
was indecently displayed for his attention.
The cream was rubbed well into the almost bald skin of the crotch and the cleft.
He took great care to ensure that his fingertip, suitably greased with soap,
found and slightly penetrated the small anus. The girl gasped then wriggled
forward but was soon stopped by a snarled order to keep still. Keeping his left
forefinger in the tight bud he reached for the standard men's razor and brought
it upwards along the inside of the cleft against the growth of the light hair.
He found the finger just inside the girl's anus to be an ideal way of
controlling her position as the slightest movement of the digit soon had her
moving to relieve the sensation.
Numerous long hard scrapes with the razor and the job seemed to be done.
Removing his finger, which had by now found it's way into the tight opening up
to the second knuckle, he ordered the girl off the table and to a position under
the shower. But before he could order her to wash herself down, Miss Waterson
intervened:
"You can hardly supervise the girl's shower with your clothes still on. Strip
naked Stewart and then you can wash her off yourself".
It took but seconds for Stewart to remove his clothes and stand naked before the
two women. As the wardress had suspected, his penis was in full erection, a
sight that the female prisoner saw with a gasp of surprise.
Stewart turned on the shower, adjusted the temperature and then half pushed the
prisoner under the fierce spray. He located a bar of the coarse prison soap,
lathered his hands and proceeded to soap the female from her neck down to her
feet. He lingered when he reached her breasts taking care that the rubbery firm
swellings were thoroughly cleaned all over. Even more care was taken between her
legs. He knelt down oblivious to the water spray, soaped his hands and then
forced them between the slightly parted legs to lather the slippery crotch.
Naturally, extreme care was taken as his fingers brushed against the girl's anus
and then vulva to ensure that the well-soaped fingers penetrated and soaped the
soft inner tissues.
Eventually, the girl was left by herself under the shower to wash off the soap
before the water was turned off and she was handed a towel to dry herself. She
was then told to stand with her back to the wall whilst Stewart dried himself.
The wardress walked over to the cell and called the second female out. She
hesitatingly shuffled over to stand in front of Stewart, staring at the floor.
This one, thought Stewart, looks even more interesting. Whitmore was in her late
thirties, average height with long dark hair and a somewhat olive complexion.
She had the extra weight that many women acquire at that age and her breasts
were noticeably large and heavy with her backside prominent under her summer
dress. She looked like a typical middle-class housewife who probably hadn't had
to strip, even in front of her husband, for years. Her face was acceptably
handsome with large brown eyes and an impression of pride rather than the
humility that most prisoners displayed in her position. And pride, as Stewart
well knew, always came before a fall in the Correctional Centre.
He questioned her about her shaving habits and was surprised when she said that
her partner preferred her to be natural and not to shave even her legs. The
wardress intervened at this point to tell Stewart that he would be allowed to
use a depilatory cream to remove the leg hair. Stewart acknowledged this
information and then turned towards the prisoner.
"Remove your dress and take up the present position for my inspection". Stewart
instructed.
Slowly the woman undid the front buttons on the simple dress, pulled it back
over her shoulders and let it slip to the floor from where she picked it up and
placed it on top of the neat pile of clothes left by the previous prisoner. She
took up the position.
Here was a female who had not expected to be spending the night in a prison
mused Stewart. She wore a large heavy but feminine support brassiere and a
matching dark blue basque type support garment. From this dangled suspender
straps that supported her black stockings. On his orders she unclasped the tops
of the stockings and slipped them off and then, with some struggling, unfastened
the rear fasteners of her corset and removed this stiff and hard body support.
She now stood, almost naked, with just her heavy bra and a pair of matching
thong panties.
Casually, Stewart ran his eyes over her. She had certainly been telling the
truth about not shaving; her underarms were thick with long dark hair that
extended down her underarm to the bra. Further down he could see thick hair
extending from her navel down her swelling waist to disappear into the top of
her panties. For a female of her size, shape and age, the small panty thong
seemed almost absurd. From both sides of the vertical thong thick dark pubic
hair protruded and met the very noticeable hair covering the tops of her legs,
particularly the pale inner thighs.
As she obeyed his order to turn around the plump, convex stomach was displayed
still marked from the supports of the corset. At the rear her back was
relatively hairless but the thong between her large buttocks was not even
visible such was the denseness of the anal hair growth.
"It looks rather absurd for a woman of your age and size to be wearing a thong,"
commented Stewart. " Why did you choose to wear a corset and yet such a small
pair of panties?"
"Ppplease Sir," the female stuttered, " I just like to wear feminine underwear
and I need the support form my brassiere and body corset. I had no idea that I
would be stripping in public, especially in a prison otherwise I would have worn
something less embarrassing."
Stewart assured her that in this prison stripping was one of the least
embarrassing events that she would be required to perform. He then moved close
so that her support bra was almost touching his chest and reached up with both
hands to grasp a handful of underarm hair in each set of fingers. He jerked the
hair savagely causing Whitmore to fall towards him until her bra-encased breasts
were pushed into his chest and her lower stomach was pressed against his erect
penis. Stepping back her sniffed his fingers with distaste and commented on her
lack of personal hygiene.
"Take that bra off Whitmore, and hand it to me." He snapped.
"Nnno..." came the whispered reply.
Whispered or not the wardress was on her feet and standing in front of the
wretched woman in seconds.
"This is your final warning Whitmore. What do you think this is?" she said,
brandishing the cane." I can't flog you yet as you haven't passed your medical
but, believe me girl, when you have I will lay this across that fat arse of
yours until I break you of this attitude. A dozen or so real stingers will work
wonders. Now, for the last time...TAKE THAT BRA OFF!!!"
Shaking, the woman reached behind her back and tugged at the clasps until the
harness sprang apart. Leaning forward she pulled the large cups free of the
hanging breasts and handed it to Stewart. She resumed the present. Despite the
hard rearwards pull on her elbows the large maternal breasts hung down to her
navel. The nipples were brown and disproportionately small for the size of the
main gland. The large masses quivered even to the slight shaking of their
frightened owner.
"What size bra do you take?" enquired Stewart as he carefully examined the wired
material between his hands.
"44 double D cup" replied the downcast female.
"Hardly large enough to justify all this wiring and support I would have
thought," Stewart sneered, "You can forget wearing a support bra here, you will
get a lightweight one at best and often you will be exercised without any
support. I will give you a tip by the way, never, never commit an offence
concerning your breasts as you will be liable to get a cane across them for your
troubles and I understand that can be rather painful. Now lets have those
panties off!"
Without any hesitation Whitmore pulled down the scanty thong, stepped out of
them and handed them to Stewart. He turned them inside out and examined them
carefully. The inside of the narrow crotch was wet to the touch and there was a
yellowish stain on the white lining The back section was wet with what he hoped
was sweat.
They smelt.
"How long have you had these on?" he enquired.
She tried to explain that it had been a long day. First the travelling to the
court, the long wait and the stress of the hearing followed by the shock and
surprise of the sentence. Add to that the long escorted drive to the centre with
only a brief and hurried break at a service station.
Stewart remembered his own first day but felt there was no point in
demonstrating any sympathy. He told her about the strict rules on bodily
hygiene, the frequent panty inspections and the need to watch her step in the
future as he threw the thong onto the pile of her other clothing. Now was the
time to concentrate on the shaving.
Having made sure that she was fully braced at the present, he rummaged in a draw
and found a pair of scissors. He roughly snipped away at her underarm hair until
only a damp stubble remained. Copious foam was then rubbed into both armpits, a
fresh mug of piping hot water obtained and, dipping the body hair razor in the
hot water, commenced to scrape the hair away. As he moved down the armpit he
shaved with his right hand whilst pushing the hanging, heavy breast clear of the
stubble with the back of his left.
It took several minutes to scrape each area clean and the soft skin was left
with red sore patches where the hair growth had been particularly stubborn.
Having put the razor down he lifted each breast in turn so that it was clear of
the ribcage and he could check for stray hairs. As he did this he glanced down
at the woman's crotch. This would be a challenge.
He asked the wardress for a fresh, sharp razor but was told that the one he had
would suffice. He knew that its already blunted blade would not be gentle with
her soft private skin but that was hardly his problem. As it was he considered
himself lucky that she agreed to his using a cream on her legs and thighs that
would remove the hair in that area leaving him to concentrate on her crotch.
Stewart ordered the woman to mount the table, which she inelegantly did. Lying
down the breasts flopped down either side of her chest partially covering the
newly shaved area. When ordered to spread her legs the full extent of the
hirsuitness was revealed. The entire crotch was covered in thick dark coarse
hair. It extended up each inner thigh at the sides, up to the navel on the front
and completely obscured the anal cleft to the rear. It was damp to the touch and
a faint aroma of womanly smells already reached his nostrils.
Taking the scissors, he worked methodically over the area snipping away the long
hairs down to within a quarter inch of the roots. Having trimmed to the area
above the pubic bone he ordered her to raise both legs, spread them wide and to
rest the knees on her breasts. The thick thighs were parted and despite the
copious hair, the parted labial lips were now exposed to him. The female
prisoner had little left to hide as her inner labial lips now protruded pinkly
into the bright light. Between the top of the lips a remarkably large pointed
clitoris poked its way between the folds of skin.
Holding the scissors in his right hand Stewart slowly inserted two fingers of
his left hand into the gaping vulva, grasped the edge of the woman's left labia
by trapping the soft flesh between the fingers and his thumb nail and pulled it
tight. Ignoring the winces and other exclamations of pain, he carefully snipped
the hair short and then transferred activities to the hair on the inside of her
thigh. Working up the soft plump inner thigh he soon had the long hair reduced
to a stubble.
Next, he transferred the scissors to his left hand and gripped the labia with
his right. Ignoring the smell of a mature nervous female, he snipped away in a
similar fashion. A brief glance at Whitmore's face showed the effects of both
the humiliating procedure and the actual discomfort. Stewart was surprised at
his lack of sympathy for another prisoner. He was under orders to do a job and
that was it.
Despite the woman's indecently displayed crotch, the plump buttocks were still
partially obscuring the anal cleft so to reach the copious hair of that area he
ordered her to turn over and kneel on all fours with her legs wide and buttocks
thrust to the sky. When she had positioned herself her cleft was now fully
exposed and Stewart was able to part the long damp hairs with his fingers to
expose the mature womanly anus. It was of a much larger diameter than the
previous prisoner and coloured a dark brown. He pressed firmly against it and
the prisoner flinched away before remembering that the wardress was watching.
With a sob she then leant back towards the violating finger so that it pressed
firmly against the centre of the opening. It was certainly an area where this
particular female sweated profusely and Stewart had to steel himself against the
smell of the unwashed crotch. With a stabbing motion he inserted his left
forefinger up to the second joint. A gasp of shock came from the other end but
she held the position. He then commenced to snip away adding to the pile of hair
lying on the table.
Removing his finger with an audible plopping sound he squirted a copious amount
of shaving foam on his left hand, scooped up a pile with his right fingers and
started to rub it fiercely into the anal stubble. The hair spread right across
the cleft and well into the area that would not be exposed if the female was not
spread so indecently wide. Lower down the plump vulva was yawning open.
Naturally Stewart ensured that even the hairless opening was well soaped before
he stopped and picked up the small razor. Dipping it into the hot water he
immediately commenced scraping away at the left inner buttock. Unfortunately the
razor soon became clogged with the hair and required frequent cleaning.
Eventually the anal area was smooth to his touch, albeit somewhat red and sore
from the effects of the blunted blade. He ordered her on to her back and,
soaping the area, scraped the stubble away to the same standard.
The wardress handed him a pair of latex gloves and plastic bottle containing a
thick cream. This was obviously the hair remover for the legs. Having thought
the matter over, he ordered the woman to stand on the table at the present. She
towered above him and yet appeared totally submissive and vulnerable to his
attentions with her most private areas fully displayed.
Taking no chances he donned the gloves, squeezed a liberal amount of the liquid
into the palm of his right hand and, reaching upwards, smeared the cream over
her legs to overlap the shaved areas, and rubbed it well into the dark leg
hairs.
As she stood waiting for the next order Stewart read the instructions on the
bottle. He skipped over the warnings about not using the cream on sensitive
skins with a smile and simply noted that ten minutes should be allowed for the
cream to do its job. No point in taking risks, he thought to himself, and
allowed a full fifteen minutes to elapse on the cell clock before ordering her
down and into the running shower.
The hot water came almost as a relief to the female whose legs and crotch were
now stinging with the caustic effect of the depilatory. Having thoroughly washed
the cream off whilst still wearing his gloves Stewart threw them to one side and
joined the woman in the shower. He glanced nervously at the wardress, received
an encouraging grin and then went to work with a will to lather her thoroughly.
Naturally the large swinging breasts received their fair share of attention and
to the prisoner's embarrassment, the stubby nipples soon enlarged to their full
size. He then started soaping between her legs paying special attention to her
soft and opened vulva. He was just starting to feel the clitoral area starting
to involuntarily swell to his touch when Miss Waterson ordered them both to
rinse off and turn the shower off. A brief rub down with towels and then Stewart
was handed a glass bottle containing some pinkish fluid.
"Prison regulations require any area to be disinfected following shaving" she
announced to no one in particular. "This might be a little sharp on your skin
but I don't want either of you to make a lot of fuss. Just remember, however
much it stings it will still be much more pleasant than a dose of the cane". She
said turning towards the two female prisoners.
Stewart ordered to two to stand side by side and at the present. He took the
bottle from the wardress, poured a little fluid into the palm of his right hand
and then rubbed it into the left armpit area of the younger female. Her eyes
shot open and she struggled to keep in position. Stewart's surprise at her
reaction was soon modified when the liquid entered a small scratch on one of his
fingers: It stung like hell.
The strong smell of the disinfectant permeated the room as the older woman's
shaved armpits were treated. It was all she cold do to keep herself reasonably
still.
The female prisoners were ordered to kneel on the table, still side by side with
their buttocks high and spread. Both knew that this would test them to their
limits and neither took any consolation in the way the wardress stood in front
of them flexing the cane menacingly before them.
Stewart chose the younger female first. He poured a generous helping over the
top of the anal cleft and then, before it could run down and drip onto the
table, thrust his right hand between her legs to cup the liquid and rub it well
into the entire crotch. Fortunately this girl had been shaved with fresh blades,
even so she bucked alarmingly as the fluid touched the multitude of nicks and
scrapes.
The tension in the room was almost visible as Stewart stood between Whitmore's
splayed legs. Her breasts were flattened on the tabletop and her plump thighs
and buttocks were as high as she could force them awaiting the inevitable
scourge of the liquid. It was not in Stewart's nature to make the next few
minutes easy in any way. First he dipped his forefinger in the solution then
transferred the liquid to the centre of the woman's anus. Instinctively she
flinched as the cold disinfectant stung the puckered skin. Then, with a swift
stab the wet finger was in up to the second knuckle causing the woman to lurch
forward until her nose pressed against the cane held by the wardress.
Controlling herself she resumed her position.
The finger was wetted again and this time, Stewart reached underneath, located
the parted lips with his other fingers and then slowly rubbed her most sensitive
nub with the moistened digit. The female stiffened but managed to hold her
position. Next he poured some fluid between her cheeks and then rubbed it into
the already reddened crotch and thighs.
She screamed in shock. Both her feet shot back so that she finished up lying
over the table with her feet on the ground. The naked male prisoner was trapped
between the thighs with his hard penis forced between her buttocks as she bucked
and struggled. Miss Waterson quickly dropped her cane, grasped the woman by the
head and putting her face in front of hers shouted at her to regain the
position.
Somehow the shaking female struggled back on to the table and resumed the
splayed position that Stewart had originally ordered. Somehow she held that
position despite Stewart rubbing even more solution around the scraped and
tender inner thighs.
Eventually the trembling woman stood at attention next to her fellow prisoner.
The cane was firmly back in Miss Waterson's hand.
"Consider yourself on report Whitmore," she snapped. " I promised you a
thrashing if you caused any more disruption and believe me you are going to get
one as soon as you are medically cleared. As for you Stewart: well done. I'm
sure that you have done a thorough job and no further inspection by me will be
necessary. It only remains for me to punish you for the unauthorised contact
with Whitmore here and then we can call it a night."
Stewart looked mystified.
"For heavens sake boy, you should realise that when I gave you the orders to
handle these bitches they didn't include permission to rub your dirty little
penis against one of them!"
There was no point in arguing in any way; perhaps the object of the entire
evening had been to find an excuse to punish him. From a position of power he
was immediately knocked down to his normal servile position in front of this
lady of authority.
"I'm a firm believer in making any punishment fit the crime," said the
wardress," so let's see, would a thrashing with this cane fit the bill.... or
can I think of something more suitable? I take it that you would prefer to take
an unofficial punishment rather than be put on report for a sexual offence?"
Stewart assured her that he would accept any punishment she considered suitable.
" I have a mind to give you a punishment where it will do the most good, I have
a friend who works in a Male Correctional Centre and she tells me that this is a
very effective method of punishment. Come over here and take up the
present...with legs as wide as you can."
Stewart did as she ordered. He was still fully erect and suddenly realised that
she was looking at his testicles hanging vulnerably between his spread legs. She
crossed over to the side of the room and returned with a leather paddle around
four inches wide and a foot long. She tested it for size and fit by drawing it
up between his now shaking legs.
" This is the deal then Stewart, you agree to accept this unofficial and
unrecorded punishment without any argument. I give you just two hard taps across
your balls and then we forget it even happened. Do you agree?"
What choice did he have other than to stand there and let her hit him he
thought?
"Yes Mmiss." he stuttered.
She stood close to him. He could see the outline of her bra-covered breasts
through her uniform shirt and feel her breath on his face as he looked down at
the just visible leather covered bat.
"Brace yourself Boy! And maintain eye contact with me" she whispered.
She slowly raised the paddle until it lifted and supported his scrotal sac,
jiggled them a little whilst she watched his face and then suddenly lowered the
paddle only to bring it sharply upwards hitting the waiting bulbs with a dull
slap.
The gut wrenching pain hit him almost immediately. His knees buckled slightly
but he managed to keep braced and managed to continue staring into the amused
eyes of this cruel female. She allowed him a couple of minutes to gather his
thoughts and for the worst of the pain to subside. Casually she grasped his
penis, which had rapidly deflated, with her free hand and gently stroked it.
"There we are Stewart, the punishment is having an effect already I see. The
next slap is the one that really has an effect. It will test your obedience as
well as hurting like hell".
She lowered her hand to gently cup his testicles, continuing to smile at his
anguished face and holding his gaze with her pale blue eyes. Slowly his penis
rose and filled in spite of the dull ache from his scrotum. When it was firm to
her touch she released his balls and leant forward to kiss him full on the
mouth.
"Just one more slap to go, I can't pretend it won't hurt but you must hold your
position otherwise I shall simply have to repeat it. Are you ready..?"
Stewart nodded in agreement, fixed his eyes on hers and braced himself for the
inevitable. Without any warning she flipped the paddle upwards and it slapped
into the underside of his testicles. Again the dull pain followed by the
agonising cramps that took him all his will power to accept. She stared fixedly
at his face with a questioning look waiting, perhaps hoping that he would
disobey her by moving or offering any other sign of dissent. Somehow he managed
to hold his braced position with only a limited flinching. With a final but
lingering kiss on the mouth the wardress stepped back.
She left him in position for a full ten minutes before ordering him to tidy the
room. Both female prisoners were confined, still naked, to the cell and she was
about to escort Stewart back upstairs when the door opened.
In came three staff, the policewoman and a wardress and a nurse that Stewart had
not seen before. They were grinning to each other as the policewoman explained
to Miss Waterson what they wanted: It seems that they were about to depart on a
surprise inspection of one of the dormitories and thought that Stewart could be
of assistance to them.
The young nurse was carrying what appeared to be a dog collar and lead.
To be continued.
