Chapter 36
The prison van disappeared up the long tree lined drive. The heavy door slowly
closed with a thud revealing the person standing behind it.
She was a short solidly built woman in her early forties. Around 5 foot three
inches tall she had greying hair fastened in a bun behind her head. Her face
was plump and plain with grey eyes and large rimmed glasses worn on her nose.
She was dressed in dark navy dress with a leather belt on which dangled a set of
keys. The skirt was long and on her feet was a pair of plain trainers. She
stared at the two intently for a few moments and then spoke with a broad
Scottish accent:
"My name is Mrs Parsons," she announced, " I am the housekeeper here and will be
in charge of you both for the next few days. Mrs McEwan, your owner, is out and
you will meet when she returns, in the meantime I will find you some jobs to
keep you occupied. Follow me."
The two prisoners were led along a corridor to the back of the large imposing
house and into a room containing tack and other equine accoutrements. Miss
Parsons pointed to a bench on which stood two pairs of riding boots, both
covered in mud and straw from the outside yard.
"Mrs McEwan went riding earlier this morning with her daughter, Miss Emma. You
can both start by cleaning and polishing their boots and I will warn you that I
expect to see them both gleaming by the time she returns in around an hour." She
added, with a frosty smile, " I understand that neither of you will require to
use the lavatory for some while so the door will be locked behind you."
With that, the door slammed shut leaving them alone.
Stewart looked at his fellow servant, Gilpin. She was in her mid twenties, tall
with blonde hair down to her shoulders. She was slim but with a full figure
under her white uniform shirt and presented an overall picture of a very
attractive young girl. She returned Stewart's look with a shrug of resignation.
"It doesn't seem too bad here," she said hopefully. I haven't seen any obvious
signs that they intend to mistreat us such as the housekeeper carry a strap or
something."
Stewart agreed and said that if they both worked hard and kept their heads down
it would soon be over. He asked if this was her first experience at working in
the community. Gilpin shook her head and said that she had been sent out twice.
The first time it had been great and far better than being in the centre but the
second time she was sent to a total bitch who treated both her and the other
female prisoner like animals. It wasn't just the thrashings that they got for
the slightest offence, what was worse was the way in which she required the two
of them to provide intimate services for her friends as well as herself. There
was never any question of whether the prisoners were lesbian themselves, she
ordered them to carry out acts that they found disgusting and heaven help them
if they so much as raised an eyebrow in objection.
She would only give Stewart one example and that concerned the other prisoner.
She was loaned to a lady visitor, a middle aged overweight friend of their
owner. Apparently she was into being given oral sex and demanded that the girl
provide it. The woman had, it would seem, been less than fastidious with her
personal washing. The girl hesitated when faced with pressing her face into the
spread crotch and the visitor called in the owner and complained.
The owner used a thin supple riding crop to correct her attitude. She laid on
ten strokes across the hapless girl's backside as she knelt on all fours between
the woman's spread legs. The woman grasped the girl's long hair and held her
tight into the gaping and odorous vulva to muffle her screams. Gilpin said that
from then on they simply obeyed every order and held their feelings in check
Stewart commented on the bruising that he had noticed on her thighs when they
were in the van. Her eyes opened wide in recollection. It seems that she had
fallen foul of one of the policewomen sergeants and had to take an "unofficial"
two days ago. All she had done was to be caught with her tie undone as she
walked towards her next class. She described how the officer had laid on six
real stingers as she lay, unsecured, across the horse. They had really hurt but
she managed to take them without earning any extras by failing to "remain
presented for punishment". After she had dressed and was about to leave, the
sergeant had smiled and casually mentioned that she would see her at the same
time the next day "for the rest". Unbelievably she had stretched it to two
thrashings.
There was of course no appeal or point to any objection. At the same time next
day Gilpin had to march to the guardroom, report to the sergeant, strip on her
command and mount the horse. She gripped the handholds desperately, knowing that
the sergeant had every intention of increasing the punishment if she could. She
selected a heavier weight of cane from the rack and skilfully laid it across the
weals from the previous punishment. Gilpin managed four strokes before the fifth
caused her to let go and protectively place her hands over her buttocks. She did
the same for the sixth and so four more strokes were awarded for "refusal to
accept punishment". All four were lashed across her thighs, hence the marks that
Stewart had seen. As Gilpin remarked, she was just praying that the owner would
be easy on her for the next few days until the bruising had subsided.
With that they set to cleaning the mud off the boots using the large sink.
The two pairs of hand-crafted riding boots were well into the polishing stage
when the two prisoners heard the sounds of a car pulling up at the rear. Through
the top of the window they could seen the roof of an expensive four wheeled
drive vehicle that was no doubt needed to tow horse boxes. Assuming the return
of their owner they polished as hard as they could to achieve a good shine on
the leather before the inevitable inspection.
The unlocking of the door and the entry of Miss Parsons interrupted their
efforts.
"Mrs McEwan will see you now." She announced. They followed the housekeeper
through the house and into a large airy sitting room. The lady of the house sat
poised on the edge of a well-stuffed settee.
She was simply stunning, and Stewart found himself immediately in awe of her. He
later learned that she was the daughter of one of the wealthiest families in the
country and had been indulged from childhood. She was tall and her figure,
though no longer slim, was well proportioned with matronly bosoms. She appeared
to be in her early forties, just slightly older than Stewart. Her hair appeared
naturally blonde and hung almost to her waist. Her face was even more attractive
with large green eyes and full red lips. A strong smell of expensive perfume
wafted over them. The expression on the near perfect face indicated a woman who
had always been used to getting her own way and heaven help anyone who dared to
question her. Her dress style was immaculate as she sat in tastefully matching
light green blouse, skirt and neck scarf. Stewart didn't need to see the labels
to know that every item was designer chic at it's most expensive.
The two servants stood at attention in front of her, and their names were
announced by Mrs Parsons. Slowly she eyed them both up and down.
"Good morning," she commenced with a smile," As you may know you will be here as
my servants for a few days, unless I have to send you back as unsuitable. You
will address me as "Madam", my housekeeper as "Mrs Parsons" and my daughter,
when you meet her, as Miss Ella. Any visitors will be addressed as Miss or Madam
depending on their age, and, all males as "Sir". I shall expect you both to work
hard at any task that is assigned to you. Any order from myself, Mrs Parsons or
my daughter will be obeyed immediately and without question. Now to the question
of appropriate punishment, I take it that you have both received corporal
punishment whilst at the Centre?"
The prisoners nodded and mumbled an agreement.
" Well, naturally I hope that it won't be necessary to inflict pain to achieve
your obedience, but should it be necessary you may be confident that I shall
either administer punishment myself or authorise Mrs Parsons or my daughter to
do so. I think I should let you know that I have an excellent relationship with
the Centre Staff and they will accept my decisions in this matter. There will,
in other words, be no appeal against my sentence. Is that clear?"
Again the wretched pair nodded and muttered "Yes Madam".
" In accordance with the guidelines laid down for handling prisoners such as
yourselves I will now carry out a full inspection and afterwards you will
receive a nominal punishment in my presence to emphasise my authority. Mrs
Parsons is well aware of the recommendation to keep a room available just for
disciplinary treatments and will take you there in due course. I think I will
start with you, Gilpin- take up the present position . Stewart, stand over by
the wall facing us."
Gilpin stood braced, with her elbows well back and feet well apart. Mrs McEwan
stood up. She was much taller than the girl and stood for a few seconds looking
down at her. She then slowly moved around the motionless female taking in her
hair, face and absurd schoolgirls uniform. She finished standing to her front
scarcely two away from her. Suddenly, Mrs McEwan's attitude changed and the
smile was replaced with a frosty look of disbelief.
" I though that they had high standards of dress at the Correctional Centre,"
she snapped, " What is the meaning of wearing this filthy uniform shirt?"
She jabbed a sharp fingernail at some minute mud specks on the front of the
otherwise pristine shirt. Gilpin gulped and stammered a reply:
" S-sorry Madam, I must have splashed myself scrubbing your boots earlier."
There followed an awful period of absolute silence during which Mrs McEwan
leaned down to examine to examine the girl's shirt even closer. Even from where
Stewart stood he could see the perspiration forming on the female prisoner's
brow and damp patches starting to show around her underarms. It struck him that
her previous experience in the role of servant was proving to be of little help.
" Remove your tie and then your shirt, hand them to Mrs Parsons and resume the
present." Came the order.
After some nervous fumbling Gilpin stood fully braced in just her skimpy
regulation white bra. A visible tremor shook her body and a shiny film of sweat
was forming on her pale exposed skin. Again, her owner slowly walked around her
taking in the sight of the nervous female. She stopped at her front and casually
dragged her long red nails over the front of the bra. Reluctantly, the nubs of
the girl's breasts started to swell and protrude through the thin material. Then
the nails were dragged up and over her exposed underarms.
"I see that you are well shaved girl, I take it that you are similarly scraped
over your entire body?"
Gilpin nodded her agreement with and almost inaudible "Madam" through her
clenched lips.
"We shall see...we shall see..." muttered Mrs McEwan softly. "Take off you
brassiere!"
Without hesitation Gilpin reached behind her, unclasped the fastener, slipped
the garment down her arms and handed it to the housekeeper; snapping back to the
"present". Mrs Parsons took the bra disdainfully between a finger and thumb-tip
and dropped it on top of her shirt on a side table.
Gilpin's breasts were fully exposed. Despite their size they seemed firm and
pert with little sag. The aerolea were pink and swollen with small fat nipples
in the centre. Inwardly Gilpin knew that she had the sort of breasts that women
envied and dreaded that Mrs McEwan would enact the same jealous retribution that
many of the flatter- chested wardresses had wanted to. She already had two
breast related demerits against her name and knew that she was probably overdue
for a breast punishment in the Centre.
Slowly and sensually the tall woman dragged her fingertips all around the
breasts and then, holding them gently underneath lifted them slightly to assess
their weight.
" My word, you are sweating girl and I do so hate sweaty servants." She
commented. " But you certainly have magnificent breasts...I am really rather
jealous." She added with a sly smile. Have you been punished on them yet at the
Centre?"
" Only two unofficial breast spankings Madam," Gilpin whispered swallowing hard.
" But you haven't had them properly caned yet?"
"N-no Madam, but I have two BRD's so far."
Again Mrs McEwan smiled:
"So one more slip and you will be for it then." She turned to her housekeeper.
"Mrs Parsons, please be so kind as to check the girl's shirt and brassiere most
carefully, we really must support the Correctional staff in their endeavours to
keep these prisoners in line. Naturally, if you find that the brassiere is less
than spotless we will have to consider reporting the problem when the girl is
returned."
Gilpin visibly paled. The inference in her owner's words did not need to be
spelt out. If she were in anyway displeased with her during the stay she would
ensure that as well as an adverse report accompanying her return she would also
be in line for a breast punishment.
She then turned back to the girl and gave her the next order. It was to remove
her shoes and stockings, which Gilpin did, hopping from one foot to the other.
Again, Mrs McEwan spoke in the gentle but sarcastic manner that she favoured.
" I'm sure that you realise that an inspection has to be comprehensive Gilpin,
believe me, I only try to be thorough for your own good so I hope that there
will no girlish modesty for the next part of my examination. Remove your skirt!
No matter how many times the young female had been told to expose herself at the
Centre, she still felt humiliated and embarrassed having to take off her clothes
especially when the marks of her recent thrashing would be displayed. Blushing
she unfastened and slipped out of the short skirt and stood in just her panties
and suspender belt.
A murmur of surprise came from Mrs Parsons, standing to her rear. Mrs McEwan
signalled Gilpin to turn around to see what shocked the housekeeper. Four heavy
blue stripes lay across her thighs between the back of her knees and her
buttocks. More heavy bruising could be seen under the lower edge of the small
white panties.The marks of the seat in the van could still be seen imparting a
reference grid to the girl's thighs and buttocks. She ordered the girl to spread
her legs and grasp her ankles then pulled the white material covering the
buttocks up tight exposing her nates.
"It seems that you have been recently punished Gilpin. What was that for?" she
enquired.
The doubled over prisoner described her offence and how the policewoman had
dealt with her. Far from offering sympathy Mrs McEwan expressed disgust at the
girl's seeming inability to keep herself neat and tidy.
"So it seems that the soiled shirt you wore for this inspection is just one
example of your slovenly dress habits. Clearly we will need to bear that in mind
during your stay with us." She then leant forward and dragged her fingernails
over the bruises. Gilpin winced and flinched at her touch.
"Mmmm, you seem sensitive to the touch, so at least we will know that any
punishment we lay on the area will be extremely effective. Now stand up and
remove your panties."
Gilpin stood, turned to face her and slipped her damp white panties down her
legs, stepped out and handed them to the housekeeper assuming, once more, the
present position. Again they were handled between the fingertip and thumb and
dropped on the pile.
" I suppose you will say that the wetness is a result of the van journey, non
the less Mrs Parsons, a thorough check of the cleanliness please. Now lets take
a closer look at the girls more intimate areas." Initially, Mrs McEwan confined
herself to just looking at Gilpins shaved pudenda but then ordered her to climb
on to the settee on all fours.
Just then the door opened and a young woman walked in. She was almost 20 years
old, tall with long fair hair and a slim build. She was dressed in a superb
trouser suit and blouse. Even before she had greeted Mrs McEwan as "Mummy" the
two prisoners has assumed that this must be Miss Emma, the daughter of the
house.
She apologised for bursting in, as she didn't realise that "Mummy" had guests.
Mrs McEwan hastily reassured her.
"Nonsense my dear, these are the two prisoners that I told you about. Mrs
Parsons and I are going through the formalities if you would care to help. If
you remember, unlike the previous arrangement, I specifically arranged to have
one of each sex so that you could use them for that project you have been
working on. In fact, you have just given me an idea, rather than me carry out an
intimate check of the girl we could postpone it until later, if you know what I
mean!"
Emma smiled brightly and agreed. Both Gilpin and Stewart were puzzled by the
conversation but apprehensive about the contents, the former feeling lucky that
she had escaped that particular humiliation for the time being.
"Stand up Gilpin and take that ridiculous prison suspender belt off, we had
better decide how you will be dressed whilst in my service," said Mrs McEwan .
"With respect Madam," Mrs Parsons interrupted, "I have already put some though
to that matter, the girl is a little broader than Miss Emma but she could wear
her panties and one of your bras that are awaiting laundry. Then she can wear
Miss Emma's vest and skirt from her college PT kit, and that should suffice."
Emma was sent to collect the items and returned with a mischievous grin. In her
hand she had a collection of bras and panties. In the other hand she held her
open gym bag.
" I'm afraid the only clothes I can find are rather grubby, its over a week
since I wore the gym kit and I must have forgotten to put it in the laundry so
its been festering in this bag. Anyhow, she is only a servant girl so I guess
she will just have to accept what is available."
Miss Parsons selected a pair of light blue thong panties that were seemingly
Emma's and a white half cup bra that, from the more generous dimensions, was
obviously her mother's. Hesitatingly Gilpin donned the panties noticing the all
too obvious stains in the crotch and the thin thong. She managed to hide her
natural revulsion at being obliged to wear the younger female's dirty clothing.
The bra was tight around her body but the supported half-cups fitted snugly
under her breasts lifting them even higher. She could smell the stale sweat on
the vest even before it was handed to her but again, she managed to hide her
distaste as she slipped the crumpled white garment over her head and shoulders.
The grey skirt was fortunately adjustable to her larger hips and, though short,
fitted well. Finally a pair of plain leather sandals were handed to her that she
placed on her feet. She was then told to change place with Stewart.
" I don't know if you realise Emma, but Mrs Parsons previously worked for a lady
who had frequent use of prisoners from the male Correctional Centre so she as
considerable experience of keeping men in line. I think that it would be better
if she carried out Stewart's examination and pointed out various techniques that
you may find useful."
With that, Mrs Parsons stood directly in front of the male looking up at him.
Without taking her eyes off him she ordered him to stand at attention and
addressed the young girl:
" The main thing, Miss Emma is that you start by making sure the male prisoner
is in no doubt as to your authority."
She then raised her hand and slapped him across both cheeks with the palm and
back of her right hand. Stewart saw both blows coming but managed to remain at
attention and not attempt to avoid them. He was left with his ears ringing and
considerably shaken by the force of the slaps.
" What we are looking for here," she continued," is any attempt to dodge the
hand as that would indicate a lack of acceptance on his part, I will now repeat
the exercise and as he will be fully expecting the slaps, this will really test
his obedience."
She slowly drew her right hand back over her shoulder, paused, and brought it
slamming across his face knocking him sideways. Red faced, he swiftly resumed
the correct position as she drew her hand back over her left shoulder and
brought it viciously across his other cheek knocking him the other way. It took
all of Stewart's willpower to accept this brutal treatment and not to defend
himself or even hit back, but accept he did, remaining rigidly at the attention.
Mrs Parsons muttered her approval and stepped back. She then curtly ordered him
to remove his denim shirt and ran her stubby fingers over his chest, pausing to
give each nipple a sharp tweak. Next she ordered the removal of his shoes, socks
and shorts and told him to stand at the present. The only covering was now the
small thin cotton briefs and the outline of his genitals was more than apparent.
Stewart was only too aware how the swelling of his penis was just what Mrs
Parsons wanted, so that she would be given the excuse to further humiliate and
hurt him. He tried desperately to control himself in front of the three staring
females but the engorgement continued and he could feel his member expanding
into his briefs.
Mrs McEwan was the first to comment:
"I hope, Mrs Parsons, that the swelling I can see in the males underpants isn't
what I think it is, I have no intention of allowing that sort of behaviour
especially in front of my daughter!"
Mrs Parsons, feigned embarrassment and shook her prim little head in disbelief.
" I'm sorry Madam, but I half expected this sort of problem when I heard that he
was coming from a Female Correctional Centre. If he had spent time in the Male
Centre he would have had this sort of insolence thrashed out of him by now. I
hear that in those centres the mere sight of one of the canes can do the trick
but I suppose this boy has had it easy and been mollycoddled by the lady
wardresses. Take off your briefs and resume the present Stewart!"
Stewart did and felt his penis nod and swing as he assumed the position. A gasp
of horror came from Miss Emma.
" How utterly disgusting!" snorted Mrs McEwan.
" Well Madam," Mrs Parsons replied, "we have two choices: We can send him back
immediately with a formal complaint or we can allow him to remain here but under
the sort of control that he obviously needs. He would have to agree to accepting
any discipline that we thought fit."
It took Mrs McEwan only seconds to acidly offer the prisoner the choice and for
him to accept. Stewart's heart sank. Far from being an easy few days this was
going to be hell on earth for both Gilpin and himself. With renewed confidence,
Mrs Parsons continued her examination and firmly grasped his penis with her
right hand.
" It is up to your individual preference as to whether male servants are allowed
to keep their glans covered or not Madam. Obviously this option doesn't arise
with a circumcised male, but with this one you can either instruct that he keeps
himself covered or....bare." she said quickly snatching back his foreskin." I
understand that the wardresses refer to this as "skinned or un-skinned. There
are obvious benefits regarding hygiene but really it's a matter of personal
preference".
Mrs McEwan moved in close so that her perfume was even more seductive to
Stewart's nose. She asked to see the penis un-skinned and then skinned. Mrs
Parsons obliged with a fierce grip, pulling the foreskin over the head, and then
uncomfortably back with her clenched fist against his pelvic bone. She explained
how she had heard that many of the male prisoners were given compulsory
circumcisions in the Male Centre should any of the medical staff consider it
necessary. The lady doctor there specialised in trimming the foreskin "high and
tight" so that as much of the shaft as well as the glans was exposed. Naturally
the prisoner was given no choice in the matter and the grounds for the
uncomfortable procedure could be just one isolated example of poor personal
hygiene. It was a constant risk that a prisoner ran whenever he was in the hands
of one of the medical staff.
Mrs McEwan murmured her approval of the "skinned" look and moved back. She then
asked what clothing was planned for the servant.
In response Mrs Parsons retrieved a small pair of black briefs from a drawer.
She explained that she had borrowed them from her old employer and it was what
they made their male servants wear. A pouch of thin stretch material would
enable the penis to erect without being blatantly exposed. The thin leather
straps fitted tightly around the waist and between the buttocks.
" It will be obvious whenever he has the slightest erection but at least it will
remain covered. Naturally the thong will leave his backside fully available for
any correction. I really don't think that he needs to wear anything else and his
lack of clothing will be a constant reminder of his status.
With some difficulty Stewart slipped the article on and bent his still swollen
penis to fit into the pouch. This would be a tight fit and with the rough
material chafing his exposed glans, the prospect of an erection would be ever
present.
Mrs McEwan smilingly told Emma that the rest of his inspection could form part
of her project, as would Gilpin's. She instructed her to make the arrangements
for three in the afternoon and suggested that they should now get the formal
welcoming punishment over.
Mrs Parsons led a nervous and puzzled pair of servants towards the room where
they had been cleaning the boots. On entering she went straight to a locked door
on the far side, opened it, reached inside to switch on a light and then nodded
her head to indicate that the two should enter. There was a steep set of steps
that led down into a brilliantly lit basement. The group gathered at the foot of
the steps and looked around the underground chamber. A smell of damp earth hung
in the air and the temperature was unpleasantly low. A large heavy oak table
stood in the middle of the area with a smaller table covered in implements to
one side. Despite being underground the roof was high and formed out of a white
painted brick arch. All the walls were of a similar construction and the floor
was bare stone blocks. The room clearly had but one purpose: This was where
punishments could be inflicted on house servants. It was a room that did not
encourage hope in the hearts of those who were taken there, rather, the chill
soon permeated their shivering bodies as did the realisation of total
hopelessness.
To be continued.
