Chapter 37.
Stewart was surprised by this feeling of impending doom. Whatever the lady owner
had planned for Gilpin and himself, whatever punishment she had in mind, he knew
that it would be minor in comparison with anything he could receive in the hands
of the Centre staff. Despite this logical thought he stood apprehensively
alongside the female prisoner awaiting the arrival of the mother and daughter
who effectively owned them both.
It was a full five minutes before Emma and her mother walked down the steps of
the basement. Mrs McEwan glanced approvingly around the chilly basement that had
obviously been prepared to her instructions.
"This will not take long. I will simply be impressing on you both that you are
totally in my charge and to let you feel an application of pain that will
reinforce my authority. I could say that my hopes are that this will be the last
time it will be necessary to hurt either of you, but from what I have read of
your reports I very much doubt that. I have decided to inflict ten strokes of
the strap across your buttocks. I will lay on the first six, Miss Emma the next
two and Mrs Parsons the final two. I feel that it will be as well for you to
understand that both my daughter and housekeeper will be involved in your
conduct whilst here and so you should fully appreciate that they may have to
punish you on my behalf. "
Stewart felt a surge of relief. The strap hanging from Mrs Parson's belt looked
as if it would certainly hurt, but at least he wouldn't be getting a belting
with a real punishment strap. Unfortunately Mrs McEwan had other plans, walked
over to the table on which lay the implements and picked up a heavy looking two
tailed tawse.
"Nicely oiled I see, Mrs Parsons." She remarked running the leather through her
manicured fingers. "A little added weight from the oil is always welcome and of
course, the increased suppleness really gives a proper wrap around."
She raised her right arm and slammed the strap down across the wooden table top
with a loud thud that made both prisoners jump.
" You first Stewart, strip off your thong."
All the females, including Gilpin watched, as he hopped out of the pouch type
pants. His penis, with the pulled back foreskin, was still semi-erect as a
result of the chafing of the rough material. Following the nodded instruction
from Mrs McEwan he bent over the end of the large table until his left face and
chest were flat with the surface, then gripped the sides. The table was not that
tall so he had to spread his legs wide so that his feet would stand flat on the
ground to brace him. He could see Mrs McEwan slowly walk to the end of the table
and look down at his buttocks with a look of casual disinterest. She gently laid
the strap across his nates in an almost stroking motion. The leather felt sturdy
and heavy even as it simply rested on his flesh. And then it was slowly raised
above her shoulder.
He heard the dreadful sound of the strap making contact on his unprotected seat
just a millisecond before he felt the pressure of the leather striking home. The
pain followed with its usual inevitable delay of around a second or so. Had it
been one of the buxom wardresses laying it on Stewart would not have been
surprised by the force and pain of the blow. As it was an exquisitely feminine
and stylishly dressed lady wielding the strap, it came as a brutal shock.
The strap continued to lay into the ever increasingly sensitive buttocks with
Stewart hard pushed to retain his grip on the sides of the table. He fought to
control his breathing, knowing that keeping his chest inflated would somehow
help. Each stroke forced a low grunt from his clenched teeth but he somehow
found time to wonder how on earth Gilpin would cope with her buttocks already in
a bruised and sensitive state. Finally Mrs McEwan finished her allotted six
strokes, laid the strap down on Stewart's back and called Emma across. The lady
herself remained as immaculate as ever without any sign of breaking sweat or
even being short of breath.
Miss Emma ordered him to stand. Instantly her eyes went down to his crotch and,
noticing his deflated member, smiled at her mother.
"You have certainly cured his disgusting problem Mummy. He looks a lot more
respectful now, I must see if I can help him a little more!" She then ordered
him back into position and smirked when he winced as the skin was tightened.
She put her whole weight behind the strap but she lacked the experience and
strength of the older woman. Even so the two strokes, laid across the swelling
weals, certainly hurt. There was no further discussion as Mrs Parsons took the
proffered strap from Emma and took up her position.
Both strokes were laid on with venom across the very top of his thighs almost
lifting his feet off the floor. It was always these thigh strokes that hurt the
most, even without the strength of the sturdy housekeeper laying them on.
Stewart realised that although this was a minor and even token punishment, Mrs
Parsons was using it to impart a clear message that she was not a person to
cross.
He remained across the table until Mrs McEwan spoke:
"Well Boy, that very nominal discipline should help to emphasise my authority.
If you find yourself across that table again during your stay, you may expect a
more effective degree of punishment. Stand up and change places with the girl."
Gilpin moved unsteadily towards the table. Until that second she had held some
hope in her heart that simple humanity would intervene on her part and she would
escape the inevitable. Her buttocks clenched and unclenched under her short
skirt and panties as she waited. Mrs McEwan ordered her to strip completely and
place her flimsy clothes on a side table. She soon stood, naked before them.
Mrs McEwan looked her up and down with a self-satisfied smile. She had, after
all, gone to a lot of trouble to select a girl as attractive and full figured as
Gilpin from the files she had been allowed to secretly examine. It was essential
to find a female who had a bad record, so that little or no sympathy would come
her way when she was returned to the Centre. One of the wardresses suggestions
that marking her before she left would go a long way to obscure any further
punishment that might be necessary. The Policewoman Sergeant had been only too
happy to oblige with a couple of quick "informals". Ideally, Mrs McEwan had
hoped to find a girl taller than herself, but in every other way Gilpin would be
a perfect victim. Her breasts were full firm and uplifted with large pink
nipples that were bound to be super-sensitive. She was slim but a little heavy
around the buttocks so that area would absorb punishment well. Her absence of
crotch hair was a novelty and revealed that her inner labia protruded slightly
in what was bound to be an embarrassing way to the girl even when she was not
fully displayed. A near perfect choice she thought to herself. It was time for
her to make her life hell.
"Let me have a look at your buttocks again girl." She commanded making a
twirling sign with her right forefinger. "Dear me, the staff certainly lay the
cane on hard at the Centre, you must be very sore and tender around your
backside and thighs. It does seem such a shame that I have to lay the strap
across them, perhaps we should consider letting you off, otherwise it will be
agonising for you poor thing."
Gilpin felt her heart soar. The lady owner was human after all. but then Mrs
McEwan continued:
"What do you think Mrs Parsons? Surely we can't thrash the girl over all those
bruises?"
Mrs Parsons played her part in the charade with enthusiasm. First she gasped as
if in surprise, then spoke:
"With great respect Madam, your kindness will get us nowhere. The girl is an
obviously idle and insolent prisoner with a record as long as your arm. No way
would those wardresses have caned her as hard as they did for only a trifling
error. The state of her buttocks and thighs is entirely her own fault and if
anything, the punishment should be increased so that she will be taught a real
lesson."
Gilpin visibly swallowed and a tear ran down her cheek. There was no hope, she
was to be strapped without mercy and somehow she would just have to take the
beating
Mrs McEwan murmured her agreement with Mrs Parson's views and ordered Gilpin
across the table. She took up the same position as Stewart but her shorter legs
hung down with just her toes touching the cold tiles. A gentle tremor started
and soon her entire body shook as she awaited the first stroke.
Up until the time the strap started to fall there was still a remnant of hope
left in the girl, but that died as the split tailed leather slammed across her
tenderised buttocks. She gritted her teeth exclaiming a muffled groan and hung
on to the table for dear life. Remorselessly the oiled leather was raised high
and brought down creating another searing band of pain, and this time she could
not help the scream of agony that was forced from her. Mrs McEwan laid on her
six promised strokes leaving the wretched female sobbing and shaking. Casually
she then ran her hands over the swelling globes feeling the heat that emanated
from the broad weals.
"Such a shame to have to hurt you like this Gilpin, but I really have no
alternative." She said patronisingly before handing the strap to Miss Emma.
Emma followed her mother's example and ran her hands over the naked buttocks
feeling the pain generated heat for herself. Her eyes opened wide giving Stewart
the clue that she was new to the disciplining of servants...but learning fast.
Her two strokes were laid on with all the enthusiasm of youth and her
disappointment that Gilpin managed to absorb them without standing up or
otherwise moving, was obvious.
Mrs Parsons took the strap from her. Without delay she raised it high and
brought it curling in to lash across the top of her thighs neatly covering two
of the heavy strips of bruising that the cane had made. Gilpin was again forced
to scream and pleaded with her tormentors:
"Pplease Madam...no more...I c-can't take it anymore."
She was still stuttering and dribbling on to the table when the final stroke
lashed in. Making a superhuman effort she gripped the table edge with white
knuckles and though sobbing violently, held her position.
She was ordered to her feet and, with Stewart, told to dress again. For a while
she was safe from further punishment and had only to live with the deep
after-pain of the strapping.
Without further comment, Mrs McEwan and her daughter left the cellar. Mrs
Parsons took over.
"You two have just over an hour to get yourselves in the right frame of mind for
Miss Emma's project. Hopefully by then Gilpin will have stopped snivelling and
feeling sorry for herself. You can fill in time with some household
duties-follow me!"
They were both taken to a laundry room. Gilpin was shown a large pile of clothes
awaiting ironing and Stewart was told to accompany Mrs Parsons. She led him up
the stairs to her small flat at the rear. Once inside the bedroom she turned to
face him.
"I will give you some free advice Stewart. That girl is here for the amusement
of Mrs McEwan and her daughter and it just happens that their idea of amusement
is hurting people. With luck she will take most of the punishment for both of
you, provided you keep your nose clean and don't try to be a hero in protecting
her. Understood?"
What choice did he have he thought smartly snapping to attention and agreeing.
"Be co-operative Stewart, and this stay with us may even be enjoyable, at
times." She added reaching forward and cupping the bulge in his pouch between
her fingers.
She lingered there for some time gently squeezing and stroking; Stewart could
feel the expansion of his penis within the tight confines of the coarse
material. Was she for real or was she just setting him up for further pain he
wondered.
Suddenly the spell was broken as she removed her fingertips from his bulge.
"Right then, you can do some very personal laundry for me. In that tub is my
underwear for the last week or so, hand wash it in the laundry. "
Apprehensively Stewart opened the tub and reached in. He lifted out several bras
of different colours, a couple of suspender belts, some tights and about a dozen
pairs of full-sized panties. Gathering them up he went down with them to the
laundry room, hoping that neither Mrs McEwan or Miss Emma would see him and more
importantly, his obvious arousal.
Gilpin had stopped crying and was well into ironing the mountain of washed
clothes when he returned. Stewart carefully arranged the housekeeper's underwear
into piles. The brassieres surprised him as they were of the support type and he
noted that the size, 36D was somewhat larger than he expected. Clearly Mrs
Parsons had hidden assets. The numerous panties were of a very conservative
style and size and fitted her dour Scots formality perfectly. This was not the
sort of woman to wear fripperies, as he should have guessed from her sensible
shoes. The usual scent of sweat and femininity hung over the piles but he was
relieved to see that the inner crotches of the panties, though far from
spotless, were an improvement on the panties that he had been obliged to wash at
the Centre. He filled a large sink with hot water and detergent and went to
work on each item pondering how close he would be expected to get to their
wearer.
Sadly, he realised that the choice would not be his; his lack of sexual interest
in the dowdy woman would be immaterial. He was there to be used as any of them
saw fit at any time for anything. Washing their most intimate clothing might
well turn out to be one of the highlights of his stay with them. With that
thought uppermost in his mind, and his buttocks still throbbing from the
beating, he concentrated on the Housekeeper's soiled underwear.
The wall clock said 2.50pm when Mrs Parsons returned and told them they were to
follow her once again. She marched them outside in into a large barn at the rear
of the property. It had a brick floor with some extremely powerful lights set in
the roof that illuminated the entire area. Several waist high assorted benches
stood three feet apart in the centre. They were covered in the sort of mattress
that you would find on a pool recliner. Two rows of white garden chairs were
arranged at the foot of the benches. The mystified servants were told to stand
with their backs to the far wall and await instructions.
The sound of arriving vehicles broke the silence. The first to arrive was a
young lady who needed no introduction: Miss Charlotte. Dressed in her full
riding costume of boots, jodhpurs and white shirt she was accompanied by a very
contrite looking Daley and another prisoner. They were still dressed in their
prison schoolgirl uniforms but looked rather dishevelled and miserable. Like
Stewart and Gilpin they were told to stand over by the wall whilst Miss
Charlotte went in search of her friend Miss Emma. Open conversation was out of
the question, but from whispered questions it was clear that none of the
prisoners had any idea what was happening.
Another group arrived. This time it was a short buxom lady in her forties
wearing a tight fitting Nurses uniform. She had with her two other female
prisoners and, suprisingly, another male prisoner in a denim suit and T shirt.
They too were told to stand against the wall where they looked as mystified as
the others.
Miss Emma, also now dressed for riding, returned with Charlotte and greeted the
Nurse respectfully. Emma then stood in front of the prisoner/servants and
addressed them:
" You may be wondering what you are here for. It is very simple: I have decided
that you can be usefully employed in training a group of young students. They
are studying Human Biology at the local college and their teacher has asked that
we provide a practical class in the subject as an improvement on the present
method that relies on books, videos, wall charts and...no doubt a certain amount
of adolescent fumbling between themselves. You will follow the instructions of
the Nurse here who will be in charge. Any refusal to carry out an instruction,
any attempt to avoid any examination and any display of overt modesty on your
part will be punished immediately. Carry on please Nurse."
The nurse soon had them stripped off to their basic bra and panties with the
males wearing the regulation small pouches. She then had the five female
prisoners line up with their backs to one wall and the males line up on the
other side of the room. She produced a large black felt tip pen and went down
the line writing large numbers on their chests just below neck level. Stewart
was numbered 7. They then all had to turn around and lift their right foot to
the rear to have the numbers inscribed on the soles of their feet. They were all
puzzled by the choice of the site for the numbers.
It was clear that the females had been chosen for the varied body types and
ages. One prisoner who had arrived with the Nurse was in her forties, at least
five foot ten inches tall, heavily built with wide thighs and huge soft breasts
for which her brassiere provided little support. Another, barely twenty, short
slim with small breasts that made even the prison brassiere seemed too generous
in size. Large coloured wall charts showing Female Genitalia and another the
male genitalia were hung on two easels. The scene was set.
Another vehicle was heard to arrive outside. Miss Emma ushered in the group
which consisted of five young female students and five male. Stewart guessed at
their age group which was certainly not over twenty. They were dressed in some
sort of up-market school uniform, the males wearing shirts, ties and trousers
and the females white short sleeved blouses and dark blue skirts. All of them
clutched a clipboard covered in papers and They dutifully sat in the chairs and
the Nurse started the lecture:
"Welcome to the first of what we hope will be a radically new type of training
session for young people such as yourselves. Rather than follow the usual stuffy
and boring classroom techniques we have permission to use the live subjects that
you can see in front of you. You will be learning how to use them as training
aids and hope that you will soon overcome any embarrassment that you might feel.
As to the "aids" themselves, you have no need to concern yourself as to any
embarrassment, discomfort or distress that your use of them may cause. They are
all prisoners serving a sentence and will accept any degree of handling that you
may require and you do not need to be at all gentle with them. I should warn you
that most, if not all of them, will carry marks of a recent punishment. Indeed,
if there is any disobedience on their part during this class, it may be
necessary to discipline them in front of you. At the request of you Principal,
The lady students may handle prisoners of either sex, but the young gentlemen
need only handle the females. The lecture and practice will be split into two
major sections. Firstly we will be examining the subjects in great detail then
secondly will be requiring them to demonstrate any sexual practices or positions
that you might care to see. Naturally, if at any time one of you have a question
or wishes to examine anything in more detail, we will do our best to comply with
the request or suggestion."
The seminar started with the nurse calling forward the large female and Stewart.
They both stood in front of the class at the "present". Using a thin, shiny,
extending metal pointer the nurse indicated the rather obvious differences by
prodding both of them. She then posed the first question:
"What is the clothing difference that you can all see?"
One of the young males immediately put up his hand and when looked at replied
that both subjects wore a form of pants but only the female had her breasts
covered. The nurse nodded encouragingly and asked why that was bearing in mind
that other clothing would usually suffice to ensure modesty.
It was one of the female students who suggested that it was to provide support
for the breasts. Agreeing with her answer, the Nurse called all the underwear
clad females into a long line and commented on the different sizes that the
female breast could include. She then pointed to a tall, fair-haired young male
student and asked him to step forward and then arrange the female prisoners in a
line according to their apparent breast size. With some blushing he indicated
who was to stand where and had the tall large breasted female stand to the left
of the audience with the others dressed off to their right.
When he had resumed his seat the nurse gave the order:
"Jumping on the spot...begin!"
Well used to the exercise from the Correctional Centre, the line started to
bounce up and down on the balls of their feet, and their breasts started to
bounce in sympathy on their chests. This was always an exercise dreaded by the
larger girls as it had but one aim, to make you exercise your breasts until they
hurt. Fortunately however, their bras were providing some much appreciated
support as their boobs moved up and down.
The Nurse continued to speak as they exercised:
"As you can see the brassiere is designed to provide support, without which the
larger breasted females would now be experiencing some discomfort...and Stop!"
A collective sigh of relief went down the line. It silenced itself when the
Nurse selected another young male, short and rather spotty and told him to move
down the back of the line removing the brassieres. He started with No 5, the
only girl not in need of support. He fumbled with the fastenings and then
slipped the shoulder straps down pulling the cups round to the back as they fell
free.
The Nurse moved quickly to a position next to the blushing female and prodded
her with the pointer as she spoke:
"Here is the youngest prisoner, aged around twenty years, and co-incidentally
the one with the least developed breasts. Note the relatively large size of the
nipples and aerolea which would be more appropriate for a younger female before
the breast had fully developed. The breasts themselves are embarrassingly small
but have the advantage of not causing the owner any discomfort during exercise.
As this young man seems to be having trouble with the brassiere clips, would you
young lady, please unfasten them from the rear so that he can remove the garment
from the front?"
A tall dark haired young lady stepped forward and was soon standing behind the
next female, No4 a thin blonde in her early twenties, unclipping her bra. The
male then soon pulled it free of the breasts and then stood back. Two reasonably
sized breasts were revealed but it was the near perfect conical shape that
created the interest in the room. Standing out well from the chest of the slim
girl they were capped by equally conical pink aerolea and large thick nipples.
The Nurse instructed the male student to excite the nubs with his fingertips.
Nervously he tweaked the nubs and with their owner crimson with embarrassment,
they engorged to almost an inch in length.
Number 3 in the line was Daley. Already blushing with the shame of parading her
short plump body in just her underwear she stared fixidly ahead as the clasp was
undone, the bra pulled down over her arms and the entire room able to stare at
her substantial breasts.
Swiftly they bared Gilpin's breasts, and following a few comments form the nurse
about their size and firmness, moved on to the large female. Here the breasts
were of a different size and consistency to any other in the room. They were
simply huge and pendulous, even with the support of the prison brassiere. It
took the students some time to unfasten the clasps and pull the material free of
the woman's chest. Her breasts flopped out and sagged down to a level with her
navel. Her aerolea were dark brown and over three inches in diameter so that
they hung nested against her ample stomach . Short and stubby nipples of the
same colour pointed down to the floor.
The nurse quickly snapped the line to attention, made a few comments about how
they would now demonstrate the support qualities for females of the brassiere
and gave the order:
"Jumping on the spot...BEGIN!"
From the thin girl with small breasts on the right, to the mature matron on the
left both the movement of the breasts and the anguish on their owner's faces
increased as the students eyes moved down the line. After only two minutes Daley
and Gilpin were obviously suffering as their breasts, at first moving in
synchronisation with their body, started to bounce and sway individually. No 1
in the line was in total distress with the huge jugs rippling and flopping
around almost pulling her off balance. The aerolea were bouncing free of her
torso only to come falling back to an even lower position with an audible slap.
Eventually the order to stop was given and the line of breathless females came
to a halt. The Nurses lecture continued.
"The lady students may be surprised that none of the prisoners stopped jumping
when her breasts became uncomfortable. Perhaps it might explain things if I
mentioned that they can all be punished on their breasts should they commit
certain offences and they may well believe, as I do, that an adverse report form
me for failing to exercise as ordered, could well result in a breast type
punishment. I think that this would now be an opportune moment for you males to
all come forward and examine each female's breasts in turn. I shall expect you
each to assess the weight, firmness, erectness of the nipple and above all, the
sensitivity of each mammary. Feel free to grip and pinch as you see fit." She
turned back towards the line. "The prisoners will place their hands behind their
heads, elbows well back and lean forward from the waist at 45 degrees to
facilitate your inspections."
The females with the larger breasts now found that they hung down under their
own weight. The large woman could feel hers gently swinging as they awaited the
touch of the students. All too soon each prisoner had a male student grasping,
pinching and pulling their sensitive appendages. Each was handled extensively
and two of the young males were soon establishing their sadistic streak as they
made every effort to make the examination as uncomfortable and indeed as painful
as they could. The two prisoners with small breasts were soon left alone and
three of them concentrated on No 1. A short chubby male knelt on the ground
under her and reached up to grasp the large nipples firmly between his thumbs
and fingers. In pulling them down he steadied the whole breast so that his
colleague on each side could grasp the dangling breasts between both hands and
squeeze and shake them. When he released his grip, the other two grasped the
aerolea and amused themselves greatly by treating the breasts as udders, even to
making cow like sounds between their juvenile giggles.
Eventually the ordeal was over and they were allowed to stand upright again.
Each of the ten breasts on display were marked with angry pink blotches that
showed the effects of the students fingers and fingernails. The large girl had a
tear of humiliation running down her left cheek.
"We now move on to an examination of the female genitalia. I will demonstrate
what to look for with one of the females, and then we will break into individual
sessions with a prisoner available for each male student to examine thoroughly.
Finally each student will quickly examine all the other prisoners in turn to
observe the difference in individual genitals."
She then looked up and down the line until her eyes alighted on Daley.
"No 3, come over here." She ordered.
A nervous Daley stood in front of her and was told to remove her panties and
assume the present position. Without hesitation Daley stepped out of her last
garment, handed it to the nurse and spread her legs wide. The lecture began. "We
have here a female in her mid twenties, rather chubby but in good overall
condition. You will notice that she is not shaved around her crotch which is an
option at the behest of the Junior Wardess who is in charge of her. I am sure
that she will find this process rather embarrassing, but will raise no
objections, such is her level of training in obedience to orders. You may chose
your own position or positions for your subjects to assume on the tables but
today we will start with No3 lying on her back. Do not be inhibited or
distracted in any way by the marks of punishment that the prisoners may display.
For the time being, at any rate, that will not be of concern to you. Would you
now please put the surgical gloves on. "
A box of latex gloves was handed round and each male nervously struggled to put
them on. With a click of her fingers she pointed to the middle of the tables.
Daley climbed on to it and lay on her back with her legs closed. The Nurse
ordered her to raise her feet to the vertical and then lower them to a position
above her head. Even though her legs then parted she was told to widen them
fully so that her entire crotch would be blatantly exposed. Finally two of the
males were told to stand either side of the girls shoulders to support the feet
and knees pulling them apart ensuring that she remained displayed. The nurse
then ensured that the ceiling spotlight that illuminated between the girl's legs
was turned to maximum, and her ordeal commenced as the other three males
gathered around her. Each young man could be seen trying to adjust his now
rampantly erect penis to a position of greater comfort within his trousers.
Firstly the nurse pointed to the outer labia and commented on the tightness of
the opening, which had only started to part despite the girl's position. She
mentioned how at least one of the other subjects will be found to have
protruding labia minora even with her legs closed. Next her pointer ran down
between the thighs giving the anus a sharp jab. Two more of the young males were
told to stand on either side of Daley and grip the outer folds with their
fingers and thumbs then pull the labia apart. Their grip was unnecessarily firm
and Daley winced as the soft flesh was pinched. The she felt the cold air of the
room as her most private area was spread.
Coldly and professionally the Nurse pointed to each item in turn as the boys
watched. The labia majora, the frilly minora, the opening of the urethra,
prodding it with her pointer so that Daley gasped and lifted herself slightly,
the clitoral hood or and the clitoris itself. The latter she gently stroked with
the tip of her shiny pointer as she described its function to her blushing
class. Finally she pointed out the gland's of Bartholin then donned a pair of
gloves herself.
With the tip of her right forefinger she gently stroked the hood until the
clitoris itself was reluctantly engorged and peeped into view. Explaining how
the hood was the female equivalent of the male foreskin, she continued with the
gentle massage, pointing out the general wetness that was now making the exposed
area glisten. She also drew their somewhat rapt attention to the engorgement
that was taking place around the vaginal area.
The nurse used the moments of Daley's total vulnerability to humiliate her even
further. She ordered her to tell the students how self masturbation was banned
in the centre and how long she had gone without sex. She then had to explain how
she had been obliged to provide sexual services for the wardresses even though
she was not lesbian herself.
All the time the fingertip gently stroked her nub.
She was questioned by one of the students as to what happened if she refused to
provide sex. The now trembling girl explained that she would be strapped or
caned for any disobedience.
Daley tried to remain detached but found the nurses touch uncomfortably and
increasingly sensual. As the stroking increased in its rapidity she found
herself climbing the familiar sexual slope that had been denied to her for so
long, but just before reaching the very peak and achieving release, the nurse
suddenly stopped.
The Nurse then showed them how to locate the female "G" spot. They were
instructed in how to hold the finger and slide it into the vagina to locate the
spot. As she did this she closely watched Daley and noted her involuntary twitch
with her pelvis when the area was located. Despite Daley's whispered requests
to stop she gently rubbed the spot until the girls hips were starting their
instinctive movement...and then stopped, leaving the girl breathing rather
erratically.
" The rest of your examination has to be done by feel," she commented, " and I
expect you to use at least two of your fingers to get a really good sense of
what the cervix feels like. You may or may not chose to lubricate yourself to
add to any natural lubrication that you may have generated, some of the females
will be tighter than others."
With that she bunched her four fingers together and with a skilled twisting
motion, wriggled them into Daley's vagina. There was no added lubrication and
Daley gave a muffled groan at the intrusion then lay back gritting her teeth as
the fingers flexed and stretched her sensitive opening.
The Nurse swiftly withdrew her fingers and went around the male group holding
the fingers under each nostril. She explained the smell as that of a healthy but
aroused female and told them to make sure that they checked all the other
females for the same scent. She then discarded her gloves and ordered each of
the five female prisoners to stand alongside a table.
"The male students will now have five minutes to examine individual prisoners in
whatever position they see fit on or over the table. The prisoners are reminded
that any disobedience to a student or reluctance to comply with his examination
requirements will be punished severely. This is not a routine medical
examination and each female must expect a certain amount of discomfort. Remove
your panties." She then turned towards the eager young men and, with a glance at
her watch, told them to start.
Most of the female prisoners would regard the next 30 minutes as the most
humiliating of all their time in the Centre. The young men fell into the role of
their superior with appalling ease and had them assume the most humiliating
positions as they groped, squeezed, poked and prodded their way around the
female's bodies. It was interesting to observe how often the large female was
made to kneel on all fours with her large breasts swinging beneath her and with
her heavy thighs parted to admit a young hand. The silence of the room was only
broken by the muttered commands of the males and the gasps, squeals and
exclamations through gritted teeth of the females.
A brief word of command from the Nurse:
"Change over!"
And the ordeal would start all over again with the breasts usually being the
first target. It became apparent that two of the males were determined to cause
as much pain and discomfort as possible whilst the other three all seemed to do
their best to sexually excite their victims. More than one sudden scream seemed
based on pleasure rather than pain as the circus continued.
Finally the Nurse called a halt and the shaking and dishevelled females were
told to stand with their backs to the wall. A smell of female musk pervaded the
room resulting in the female students, still in their chairs, wrinkling up their
pert noses in humorous distaste.
Casually the Nurse asked the students if there had been any cases of
disobedience with the female prisoners. As if expecting the question, the two
junior sadists complained that No4 had been slow and reluctant to follow their
orders. It only took a brief glance to the other three to have them nodding in
agreement. An awful silence fell upon the room as the Nurse pointed to the
offending girl, clicked her fingers and indicated that she was to move back to
the centre table.
Her pert pointed breasts trembled as she stood at attention awaiting the nurse's
next order. She was told to lay flat on her back on the table. Miss Charlotte
walked over to the table carrying a medium leather strap that she had collected
from somewhere. A brief discussion then took place between Charlotte, Emma and
the Nurse. The latter then spoke:
"You were warned girl, so you only have yourself to blame for this punishment.
Miss Charlotte and Miss Emma will now give you five strokes apiece with the
strap across the front of your thighs."
One male was asked to hold the girls ankles together and two more were asked to
hold her arms to her side and her shoulders down. Slowly and deliberately the
two young girls laid the strap across the plump soft upper thighs starting just
above the knees and culminating with a stinging slap from Miss Emma that just
touched the pouting labia of the victim. It was only the heavy and
enthusiastically applied grip of the students that held the whimpering girl to
the table.
Punishment over, the girl was sent, limping, to join the others and nervous
chatter broke out amongst the stunned female students.
The next announcement was the one that Stewart and the other male had been
dreading:
"We will now demonstrate how the male prisoner should be handled and examined.
Stewart, remove your thong and stand by the table."
To be continued.
