Chapter 35
It was several days later that Stewart happened to meet one of the female
prisoners that he had been obliged to examine. He was relieved that she bore him
no personal animosity, accepting as she did that any resistance to the orders of
the staff was simply futile. She was less than forgiving about the contrived
offence concerning the soiled panties and the punishment that was inflicted.
It seems that the offenders were kept in suspense all day, with none of the
staff making any reference to the problem. It was almost time to undress for
lights out when the squad wardress, two nurses and the young male warder
Billington, arrived in the accommodation and called the group into the
punishment room. Miss Beaton, their junior wardress, commenced by giving them
all a lecture on how embarrassed she had felt when told of the offence and how
she would be doing her best to ensure that they all took greater care with their
personal hygiene in the future.
It was pretty obvious that the account she had been given was totally unfair,
but given the mood she was in not one prisoner dared to protest the injustice in
any way. Whatever punishment the young wardress had decided to award, would just
have to be accepted.
The first order was to separate into two groups. The innocents were told to
stand with their backs to the side wall and observe the punishments. The guilty
nine were told to stand side by side with their feet well apart, bend over and
grasp their ankles. The two nurses then passed down the line raising the short
skirts and pulling the panties down to the knees. The wardress then moved down
the line examining the bruised buttocks and checking the stretched panty crotch
of each prisoner. She casually ran her nails over the broad band of bruises
receiving a sharp intake of breath from the prisoner in return. Fortunately all
the inspected panties were clean so she was able to find no obvious excuse to
increase any female's punishment. She then called them to replace their
underwear and stand to attention in front of her.
It seems that she then followed the usual routine of explaining how they were to
be punished. It was to be a "between the legs" application of a small martinet.
The prisoner would be naked and "well spread" with the male warder present to
witness the discipline. Nine stokes had been authorised and in view of the
punishment being applied to the pubic area, it would be laid on by one of the
nurses. As they were all guilty of soiling their uniform panties with urine, the
strokes would be concentrated on the forward area of their crotch to ensure the
appropriateness of the punishment.
The prisoners were all ordered to completely strip and were soon standing in a
waiting line with their backs hard against the soft fronts of the next female in
line. The senior nurse produced the implement from her bag. It had a short
leather handle fixed to a small fan like flange. To this were fixed a number of
thin cords that were knotted at one-inch intervals. The flange ensured that the
cords would remain separated and as the outer ones were shorter than the inners,
it would give an excellent spread of the cords and their knots on impact. The
longest cord was about eighteen inches in length indicating that the application
would need to be close and personal.
The first prisoner to be punished was called forward. She stood naked and
expectantly in front of the two nurses. She was ordered to mount a padded bench
and to lay on her back with her legs drawn up to her chest and her buttocks
hanging over the edge. The junior nurse stood to one side with Mr Billington the
other. They both grasped an ankle and knee spreading the female's thighs and
preventing movement. The effect of this was to splay her crotch so that the
entire vulva was exposed and even the small brown anus was exposed to everyone's
gaze. The senior nurse then explained to a blushing Mr Billington that this
punishment was normally inflicted following a close shaving of the area but as
no such order had been issued on this occasion, the pubic hair would afford some
protection. However, the knots in the cord would invariably trap some of the
hair and ensure it's rather abrupt removal, so all was not really in the
prisoner's favour. She went on to explain how some females remained "tight"
around their vulva in this position, others tight, but with their inner lips
protruding, whereas some females gaped wide exposing the softer and more
sensitive inner labia and flesh. Naturally the latter would feel the effects of
the martinet more acutely.
Miss Beaton had earlier poured some disinfectant into a jug and the nurse then
dipped the cords into the liquid, explaining to Billington that cleanliness was
essential and that the added weight of the liquid would make the whip that much
more effective. After a brief pause she removed the dripping implement from the
jug and walked over to take up a position between the prisoner's splayed thighs.
Without hesitation she raised the martinet over her shoulder and brought it
whistling down. The cords landed with an audible "thwick" sound and as they were
dragged clear the female reacted with a gasp and a futile attempt to protect
herself by closing her legs. Five more times the device was raised and brought
down across the soft and private female flesh. Each time the victim flinched and
gasped.
There was a pause while Miss Beaton slowly cleaned each thong with her finger
tips dislodging the pubic hairs that had become entangled
The girl told Stewart that Miss Beaton then slipped on a pair of surgical gloves
and produced what looked like two long thin bulldog clips from the nurse's
equipment bag. She casually stood between the female prisoner's thighs and
clipped each device to the outer lips. As she stepped back Billington and the
junior nurse grasped the attached leads and pulled them around her thighs. The
girls winced as the clips pulled her protective labia wide and left the soft
inner lips and flesh humiliatingly exposed.
The senior nurse changed places with Miss Beaton and remarked to Billington that
he was to hold the lead tight to keep her exposed. The knotted cords were raised
and brought down onto the splayed vulva. The victim raised her buttocks from the
bench but the grip of the restraining staff held her and quickly the last two
lashes were laid in. The implement was replaced into the disinfectant and the
sobbing prisoner was helped down to the floor and told to stand at the present
with her back to the wall.
One by one the females were dealt with. The girl told Stewart that the worst
part of the punishment was that she could see the whip descending, but was held
in place too firmly to protect herself. The girls with longer denser pubic hair
had the pain of the hairs being pulled out to add to the impact of the knots.
She added, with a blush, that the three lashes with her labia held wide nearly
caused her to wet herself and that she had to walk bandy-legged all the next
day. She added that the females who were naturally gaping as they lay in that
position had it even worse and were sore for days.
Stewart had to admit to himself that he found the females account rather
stimulating and only wished that he had been there himself to witness the sight
and sounds. He was still thinking about the event during a lecture on Prison
Procedures as he sat at the back of the classroom with his squad.
The lecturer was one of the civilian teachers at the Correctional Centre. Her
name was Mrs Gray and she was a mid-forties slim lady with fair greying hair
pulled back in a bun and small pebble glasses that she perched precariously on
her nose. She was dressed in a formal tight dark skirt and dark red blouse that
made her look positively feminine in comparison with the uniformed staff. She
had just reached the part where she was explaining the Centre's policy
concerning prisoners released to work in the community. She explained that
ladies who lived in the area and held positions of authority in the community
could apply for prisoners to be released into their custody for work duties. The
ladies who qualified were usually magistrates, senior policewomen, local
politicians and so on. The work duties would range from hard manual labour to
acting as a ladies maid and were entirely at the discretion of the "lady
employer" as they were termed. Mrs Gray emphasised that prisoner safety was well
taken care of with a set of regulations that need not concern them but
naturally, total obedience and hard work were required of the prisoner.
" ..and heaven help any one of you who comes back with even a complaint let
alone an adverse report written by the lady employer," she whispered in a
menacing manner." The Governor is adamant that the good name of the Centre will
always be put ahead of a little discomfort for one of the prisoners and she has
ordered that any complaint whatsoever will earn the offender a minimum of eight
strokes of the cane on your return. It will be down to you to convince your lady
employer of your obedience and hard work and to accept any criticism or even any
correction that she may consider necessary as an alternative to a formal
complaint". " Obviously, a lot will depend on the nature of the lady employer. I
am sure that each and everyone of them is totally fair and will abide by the
rules".
Later that night Stewart had an opportunity of hearing how the work placement
scheme really worked. He was on fatigue duties in the wardresses recreation
centre and had been given the job of cleaning the toilet block with a thirty
year old female prisoner from another squad named Timmins. She had been sent out
on several placements and now absolutely dreaded being sent out again.
It seemed that the prisoners were delivered by the Centre policewomen and were
handcuffed in the back of the van dressed in their school wear. The lady
employers were hardly chosen at random and usually had been offered one or two
of the female prisoners in return for some favour. She had heard that they
sometimes spent hours going through the intimate files that were kept on each
inmate until they made their selection.
On arrival the prisoners were ordered to strip for inspection in front of their
new owner to ensure that all bruises from previous punishments could be
recorded. They could be made to wear whatever their owner decided and many
stories came back of the females being obliged to work in scanty underclothes
for the amusement of visitors. It seems that the ladies always had a pile of the
worst jobs ready for their prisoner such as lavatory cleaning, personal laundry,
floor scrubbing, garden weeding in all weathers and so on.
The rules seemed to preclude any serious punishment by the lady employer and
only mentioned "minor corrections". Timmins said that this used to be
circumvented by the prisoner being thrashed for some imagined offence shortly
before leaving the centre. That way, who could tell if the wretched female had
been given any unauthorised punishment on her return? Recently however the
centre thrashing had been dropped and the policewoman simply signed the female
over with a statement regarding "existing evidence of punishment on prisoners
body". That way no one would ever comment if she were returned with any marks.
When Stewart asked her whether the prisoners were ever subjected to sexual abuse
Timmins screwed her face up in disgust. " It's so totally unfair," she muttered,
" If you get a lezzie as an employer you have to go along with whatever she
wants and if she is strait you are probably going to be groped and worse by her
husband, boyfriend or even her young sons if she has any. You are their virtual
slave and just have to accept whatever they want to do to you. Believe me, once
you have been sent back with an adverse report you will put up with anything to
prevent another visit to the punishment room.
The female prisoner's explanation was cut short by the arrival in the toilets of
one of the staff. She was tall, with long fair hair and was dressed in her
sports skirt and top. She had obviously been drinking after her exercise session
and seemed to be looking for trouble. She ordered them both to the attention and
stood in front of them flushed and grinning.
" So you are the two who are responsible for the cleanliness of the toilets
tonight," she said, " Since I have to use one of the stalls I might as well
carry out an inspection".
To the concern of the prisoners she deliberately choose a stall that they had
not had time to clean or even check. Whichever wardess had used it earlier, she
had deliberately left it in a disgusting condition. Stewart and Timmins waited
anxiously by the opened door as the wardress recited a list of points.
"Bowl unflushed with urine and paper present. Paper on the floor. Water drops on
the seat and floor. What looks like a scattering of body powder on the floor.
How DARE you two allow a wardress's toilet to be in such a disgusting state,
clearly you both need to be taught a lesson!"
She went over to the lockers, opened the one where she had stored her day
uniform and extricated her punishment strap from its holder.
"This offence really merits a cane, but I will have to make do with this
implement. Don't expect me to be too accurate with the counting though." She
said. "You will be first girl, remove your panties and hand them to Stewart then
come in the cubicle. Stewart, stand near this door where you can see what is
going on."
The wardress stood astride the toilet pan facing outwards. She bent to lift the
seat and directed Timmins to kneel down and place her neck on the edge of the
pan then lowered the seat so that her neck was trapped and her face was below
the level of the rim. The young wardress then leaned over the trapped prisoner,
raised her skirt and ordered her to reach behind her and pull her bottom cheeks
apart.
Stewart was mesmerised by the sight of the exposed mature cleft with the labial
cleft underneath, clearly a female from a non-shaved squad. The wardress
carefully raised the strap and brought it down vertically along the inside of
the right buttock crease. Even on the females accustomed to regular thrashings,
this always remained an especially soft and vulnerable area. Timmin's yelp was
magnified by the toilet bowl but her lurch forward was restrained by the grip of
the seat on her neck. Two more lashes were laid in before the wardress changed
her position. Somehow the female prisoner managed to hold her cheeks apart
despite the burning pain. By rights the wardress was limited to three stokes but
it came as no surprise to Stewart or the victim when an additional three strokes
were laid down the opposite crease.
With some difficulty the wardress extricated Timmins and herself from their
positions over the bowl and, ordering Stewart to return the girls panties, told
him to remove his shorts and underwear. He was then told to shuffle forward into
the cubicle on his knees whilst the wardress postioned herself and raised the
toilet seat. He was soon face down in the bowl with the seat lying across the
back of his neck. The stale urine and used paper deposited by a previous female
staff member was inches from his nose with the expected odour being inhaled with
every nervous breath. The wardresses spread knees were just visible at the edge
of his vision and he saw them flex as she leant forward over his back. Without
being told, he reached behind him to pull his cheeks apart and braced himself
for the inevitable.
He felt the wardress move and then the strap lashed down on the inside of his
right buttock. He consoled himself with the thought that it was only the light
strap, but even so, it hurt like hell. The next stroke fell in the same place
but slightly lower causing him considerable concern in case the tip should catch
his hanging scrotum. Two more strokes were laid into the left inner cheek and
then he heard the order:
"Pull harder on your fingers- I want your cheeks well spread."
He did and the strap was brought swinging down along the furrow of his anus with
a searing burning sensation. It was followed by a second and a third.
The wardress straddled Stewart to vacate the stall and then told them both to
stand to attention outside. Neither wanted to close their legs but did as they
were ordered. The wardress, rather more flushed than she had earlier been,
admonished them again, made a threat of returning to check further and then,
mercifully departed leaving them to clean and polish the toilet. The two
prisoners shrugged their acceptance to each other and resumed their work.
Fortunately the wardresses promise to return became lost in an alcoholic haze
and they were eventually dismissed back to their respective blocks, both aware
that they had escaped lightly by the standards of the Correctional Centre.
It was two days later that a list appeared on the squad notice board. Headed
"Work experience in the community" it listed several prisoners' names including
Stewart and Daley along with 10 females from other squads. They were told to
report to the Guardroom immediately after breakfast the next day with kit and
uniform for three days. That night Stewart packed his shaving kit and toothbrush
along with clean shirts and underwear, relieved that his clothing was simple
compared to the female prisoners. He spent a restless night worried how he would
be treated but exited to be getting a glimpse of the outside world.
By 0800 hours a line of 12 prisoners stood outside the Guardroom carrying their
issued holdalls in the cold morning air. The duty police sergeant informed them
that they would be delivered in pairs to the homes that had been selected. She
reminded them that on their return they could expect to be on "Governor's
Report" for anything other that a glowing report from their temporary owners. It
would be up to them to work hard and maintain the good reputation of the centre.
A large prison van arrived driven by a uniformed wardress. The back door was
opened and, one by one, the prisoners were taken inside. Once their bags had
been placed on a rack they were pushed and shoved into one of the small wire
cubicles than ran down either side. The order was then given to drop their
panties to their ankles, or in Stewart's case, his shorts and underpants. Sets
of handcuffs were swiftly produced and each prisoner had her or his hands
'cuffed behind them and they were told to sit. Padded leather U shaped rests
were fixed to the sides of each cage just above knee height. The prisoner's
knees were quickly lifted and placed in them forcing their legs apart and
pulling their buttocks forward. The seats consisted what appeared to be a
grating that ran the length of the vehicle. It was made up of thin almost sharp
strips of steel welded into a three-inch wide mesh. The weight that had been
taken by their feet was transferred to their buttocks and the metal grill dug in
even deeper. The Finally a broad seat belt was pulled tightly around each waist
forcing the handcuffed hands against the wooden framed walls of the van and
making any movement impossible. The back doors were slammed shut and the engine
started. The two wardress escorts joined the driver in the cab and after a brief
glance at the prisoners through a large window behind them, the van moved off.
A speaker system clicked into life:
" As you prisoners may have noticed," a female voice announced, "this is hardly
a luxury coach tour. You will undoubtedly find your seats a little uncomfortable
but feel free to relieve yourselves anytime, as we will not be making any toilet
stops. There will be no talking. You will be pleased to hear that the rear of
the van is heated but we have decided you will all benefit from some fresh air
instead. I have therefore turned the air-conditioning to maximum."
With that air vents sprang open above their heads and in the troughs that they
were sitting over releasing a chill blast of cold air. The interior of the
prison van was soon like the inside of a refrigerator. With his buttocks
pressing hard into the metal grill. Stewart was relieved that the bruising from
his last beating had almost faded especially when he looked around and realised
that several of the recently punished females were finding the grill decidedly
unsuitable for sitting on. The one opposite seemed less concerned with the
blatant display of her crotch and more with grimacing with her eyes screwed
shut. Fresh weals could be seen on her raised thighs and if they were any
indication of what state her buttocks were in, Stewart could easily understand
her problem.
The speaker crackled into life:
"Just in case any of you have used the facilities, so to speak..."
Fine stinging jets of ice cold water suddenly sprayed up through the grill seats
hitting the parted crotches of the passengers. All the occupants of the van
gasped then squealed with the shock surprise and the chilling coldness as the
water jets hit their anal and vulval areas with some force. For Stewart the jets
also hit his hanging scrotum with added discomfort.
The obvious plan was to ensure that the prisoners were delivered in the most
abject condition possible. Two more freezing washes were administered before the
vehicle pulled to a halt, reversed into a drive next to a large imposing house
and the back doors were opened.
Stewart recognised the young female who waited expectantly for the prisoners to
be released. It was the young female Charlotte who had been allowed to give
Daley so much pain following her careless slip at the public punishments. The
wardress consulted her clipboard and called out the name of another female
prisoner and then...Daley. An audible gasp of horror came from Daley as the cage
was unfastened, she was released, allowed to pull up her panties and then half
dragged down the step to stand, shivering, in front of her tormentress.
Charlotte was certainly dressed for the part in skin-tight jodhpurs, riding
boots, crisp white shirt, black tie and a riding hat. She greeted the shivering
prisoner with icy enthusiasm that even extended to a perfunctory kiss on both
her cheeks. Grinning from ear to ear Charlotte signed to form on the clipboard.
The two prisoners were just being led into the house when the doors slammed shut
on the others and their journey resumed.
The driver seemed to deliberately seek out every pothole in every road knowing
that the uncomfortable seating would further distress her charges. Soon after
leaving each destination, another icy cleaning jet was administered with the two
escorts looking back and giggling at the prisoner's discomfort.
The van was down to its last four occupants when it drew to a halt, the doors
were opened and Stewart's name was called out along with the female opposite.
The wardress released their knees from the supports and as they stood, turned
them roughly around to release their handcuffs so that they could dress
themselves. They soon stood outside the van as the doors were slammed and a
wardress rang the door bell next to large oak door.
It slowly opened and the two prisoners were ordered inside the dark gloomy
entrance. The person who had opened the door remained hidden behind it as the
passenger door on the prison van closed and the vehicle drove away.
