Chapter 44
When Stewart and Gilpin eventually got around to discussing their stay in the
Male Correctional Centre they were immediately able to identify the major
difference between that and the Female Centre they were used to. It was the
staff.
In accordance with the Government policy of staffing the centre with a nearly
all female component, the two centres appeared identical. It took minutes rather
than hours to appreciate that a different set of criteria had been used to
select the ones who were in charge of the males. Whereas the wardresses at the
female centre were often downright attractive and very few were plain or lacking
in femininity, here they were almost verging on the unattractive and some were
plain ugly. True some of the staff, usually in the higher ranks, were more than
acceptable but the element that dealt with the prisoners on a daily basis were
selected for their forceful personalities, physical strength and sheer distaste
of their charges. Their level of education and certainly social graces were far
below what the two prisoners had been used to; it was obvious that most of the
wardresses could never hope to have a whole bunch of males under their command
and available to them whenever the mood struck in any situation other than a
penal centre. They were in a position where they could select any male and use
him as they wished with the added satisfaction of causing him real pain for any
infraction that they observed or imagined. Several, usually the ones with the
cropped hair or shaved heads, wore the studs and ear rings that were normally
associated with the harder element of the lesbian community and were probably
guarding the males only because they failed selection for a female centre.
These then were the females that Stewart and Gilpin were under the control of as
they stood in the cold awaiting their orders.
Stewart was still shocked from the punch awarded by the young wardress.
Nevertheless, when ordered to his feet, he sprang smartly to attention hoping
that she would pick on someone else next. Within seconds the squad were marched
into a reception area and following a brief series of questions from a
grim-faced police sergeant they found themselves in what was obviously the
barbers room.
There was an old style chair in the centre and behind it stood a thirty
something wardress with short dark hair. She had removed her uniform jacket and
hat and was arranging what appeared to be an electric hair trimmer. She clicked
her fingers at one male and he hurried to take the seat. Stewart speculated on
whether the wardress had been a hairdresser in her previous life but when she
attacked the poor wretch's long fair locks, he realised that she hadn't. She was
there to remove all but a short stubble as quickly as possible. Male after male
took the seat and had his hair contributed to the pile around the seat. When it
was Stewart's turn he was shaken by the speed with which the clippers were
dragged backwards and forwards over his scalp and how, as he left the chair, his
scalp felt cold and stripped. He was convicted of a crime and in the views of
this establishment would be made to look like a convict.
Next they were marched into some sort of changing room with benches along the
walls. The young wardress followed them into the room and gave the simple
command to strip. With furtive and worried looks at each other the thirteen
males soon stood naked in front of her with their possessions consigned to small
sacks that they were told to leave for later collection and storage. As soon as
Stewart was stripped of there were audible gasps from the others when they
caught sight of his bruised and wealed backside.
They were a mixed bunch, with only the offence of failing to show respect for a
female in authority and a court sentence to unite them. Stewart was later to
hear the various charges as the group discussed their fate in their dormitory.
One male had simply argued with a lady traffic policewoman, another insulted a
nurse when undergoing medical treatment and a third had simply found himself in
an argument over a parking space without realising that the other motorist was a
local Headmistress. All of them were there for ridiculously absurd offences
under the new feminist laws and would simply have to buckle down to the system
if they ever hoped to be released.
Their ages ranged from a young eighteen-year-old up to a man over forty. Most
were a little overweight and Stewart was suddenly grateful for the hard training
he had received that would keep him ahead of most of them. All of them now stood
looking depressingly equal with their shaved heads and frightened expressions.
At the rear of the room there were enough showers to accommodate them all and
they were soon under the unnecessarily hot and stinging showers trying to wash
themselves down with some coarse commercial soap bars. As the wardress
patrolled the area Stewart was amused to see the men turn away from her in an
attempt to protect their modesty. He knew only too well how that would soon be
beaten out of them.
Suddenly the showers stopped and they were ordered out to form a line standing
side by side. The Wardess walked along them smiling to herself as she took in
the wide variety of genitalia that she now had on display. She read from her
notes:
"There are no towels, but you will soon dry off. Twelve of you are due for a
medical so will not be requiring any clothes for a while and you...er...Stewart
will report for a dental inspection as it would seem you have been medically
examined quite recently. You can rejoin the squad to get your clothing after the
dentist has finished with you.
Stark naked and still wet, they were marched across to the medical section with
Stewart being separated and sent through a door marked "Dental Treatment". He
had always dreaded the moment when one of the facility dentists would get their
hands on him. In his previous life he had always dreaded visits to the dentists
and knew only too well how little sympathy he could expect from any Centre
medical employee.
The dental room was light and airy with a large white medical chair in the
centre surrounded by the usual intimidating trays of implements. A large bright
light hung overhead illuminating the area that would soon be filled with
Stewart's head. There were however ominous differences between the dental chairs
that he remembered from previous examinations and this one. The one that he was
about to sit in was festooned with securing straps and in place of the normal
headrest there was a U shaped device that would clearly hold the head in place.
"Sit!"
The curt order caught him be surprise and he realised that he had been joined by
a slim young female wearing medical white trousers and tunic. She was around
twenty years old with long fair hair in a bun behind her head. A thick pair of
spectacles was perched on her nose. Her face would not be described as
attractive and her sallow complexion was troubled by spots on her chin. More
worrying was her expression of bored indifference.
She ordered the naked male into the seat and soon had his head located in the
locking device that fitted tightly around his ears. A clamp was fastened across
his forehead and when she had secured a waist strap, wrist straps and more
straps securing his knees wide apart and his ankles to the foot-rest he was
effectively imprisoned.
Casually, she pulled on a pair of blue surgical gloves and glanced down at him.
"Miss Boulton is the Dentist here and she cannot stand patients who interfere
with her examinations because they find them uncomfortable. Believe me, being
secured like this is in your own interests as it avoids having to get someone in
to thrash you every time you try to hinder her from doing her job. I'm afraid
that she is rather thorough and doesn't believe in wasting money on all those
silly injections if she can avoid it. Still, that shouldn't worry a big brave
boy like yourself!"
She selected a steel device that reminded Stewart of some sort of rodent
catching trap. Ordering him to open his mouth she placed it under his upper
teeth and over his lower teeth, used her fingers to force his mouth fully open
and then locked the gag in place. The discomfort he felt was eclipsed by the
feeling of total exposure. Whatever the dentist wanted to do to his mouth she
could, and there was nothing he could do to object, let alone stop her. The
chair had just been reclined almost to the horizontal when he heard another
person enter the room.
Miss Boulton was around forty years in age. She was of average height with a
matronly figure that stretched the buttons to their maximum down the front of
her white coat. Her hair was extremely short, almost matching his own and her
face round and plain. She stood at the foot of the chair with her eyes running
disconcertingly around his parted thighs and then at his trapped head. Without a
word she walked over to the sink, washed her hands, slipped on a pair of blue
gloves and approached him. The usual calming preamble and comments of her
profession such as: "let me know if it hurts", were hardly necessary. She placed
several fingers in his mouth and commenced her examination.
It was obvious from her first contact with Stewart that his comfort counted for
nothing. The fingers gripped his tongue and pulled it forward twisting it in
every direction so that the organ could be seen. Next the assistant was told to
grip the object, which she did with a pair of long tweezers so that it could be
kept clear of the dentist's fingers as she probed the inner cheeks. He was
forced to breathe through his nostrils as the fingers blocked almost his entire
mouth. Eventually the tongue was released and the fingers removed. Being unable
to swallow, he could fell his saliva running down his chin as he watched her
select a long steel probe with an angled point at the tip.
She started at the rear of the mouth and slowly worked her way around the gum
line probing and checking their condition. The sharp point was used over and
over again to scrape around each tooth and clean the gum. The only protest
Stewart could make was to grunt and groan at each sharp stab. At one point Miss
Boulton stopped as if in response to his distress, but then sprayed some alcohol
based aerosol into the gaping mouth and down his throat. Instead of numbing the
sensitive mouth flesh, all that seemed to do was to paralyse his vocal cords so
that he could only gasp in protest. It wasn't long before tears were running
down his face and his arms were rigid against the arm straps of the chair.
The young assistant approached with a spray device in one hand and a suction
tube in the other. As Miss Boulton withdrew her probe the girl swiftly sprayed
the ice cold water into the mouth and then allowed the suction pipe to suck it
out of the mouth. Much of the water however simply ran down his cheeks. The
savage probing then continued until his entire mouth had been painfully prodded.
Stewart's relief that the probe had been discarded was short lived. It was
exchanged for another and this time the teeth were the targets. Fortunately his
teeth were in good repair but even so, every one was tapped and scraped looking
for the slightest problem. One was found in a rear molar and the probe
agonisingly pressed into the cavity causing Stewart to strain against his
straps. Later, another smaller cavity was found in a front tooth.
At long last the examination was over and the shaking male was released from the
chair as the dentist completed her notes. Eventually, she ordered her assistant
to arrange another appointment for the fillings to be carried out adding the
chilling comment that only a short appointment would be needed as there was no
need for any injections.
Decidedly shaken, Stewart was told to wait in the room next to where the medical
examinations were taking place. He sat as ordered on a long low bench with his
hands on his head and knees spread at forty-five degrees. One by one the other
male prisoners joined him with much rolling of eyes and grimacing between each
other. Eventually they all sat in a row with their naked knees touching.
Two female staff with tape measures around their necks called them into another
room that was laid out with a long serving counter behind which were stacks of
various uniform items. They were told to stand on a low platform whilst the
older female, a dour mousy haired woman of around thirty carefully took their
measurements which were written down in a ledger by her younger assistant. Neck
size, arm-length and chest measurements were taken, then she moved on to the
waist, seat and finally inside leg. The latter being taken by jabbing one end of
the tape up into the crotch. Strangely the distance from that point to the tip
of the flaccid penis was noted as well as the leg length.
They were told that they were being measured for their uniform denims and that
they would take up to two weeks to arrive. In the meantime they were to be
issued with one set of kit that all new prisoners had to wear for a time. With
the list of sizes in one hand the younger girl went up and down the racks of
clothing selecting what seemed to be white T-shirts and boxer shorts for each
prisoner. These were each issued with a pair of trainers. One male asked if
there were any underpants and received a withering look from both females that
gave him the answer. Just before they were told to don the strip, the younger
girl moved down the line with a thick felt marker pen and wrote "A" followed by
a number in four inch high letters over on their upper right chests.
The material was some form of nylon that was unbelievably thin and cold to the
touch. The shorts were baggy and short but well supported by a broad elasticated
band around the waist. The T shirts were tight around the chest and just reached
down to be tucked into the shorts waistband. No support whatsoever was provided
for the genitalia and indeed, the material had a silky feel that might well
cause some problems as it chafed sensuously against the penis. Plastic discs
with numbers from 1 to 13 were produced and the males had to carefully clip the
one corresponding to their chest number to the front of their T-shirts, just
below the neck. When they were all dressed the elder of the two stores
assistants addressed them.
"Right, these are your clothes for the next week or so, they are referred to as
the training strip. You only have one set so you will need to wash them out
every night to keep them fresh. They serve several purposes. Firstly they
emphasise that you are being treated as young schoolboys. Secondly they provide
no protection to any strap or other implement that may be used on you. Thirdly
should any of you even start to lose control of your emotions, it will be
immediately obvious to any member of staff who can deal with the problem
immediately".
It was a very self conscious group who filed out of the stores building
It was after the mid-day meal that the squad was assembled once more in one of
the lecture rooms in the education block for the start of their "Educational
Assessment week" as it was called. They would be frequent visitors to the
training block for the first week, as it would be spent entirely under the
control of the education specialists. The theory was that by treating them as
schoolboys, any tendency to rebellion could be identified and stamped out early.
The thirteen males, embarrassed to be dressed in the temporary uniforms, sat in
the old fashioned and uncomfortable school desks with a seat built into the
frame. To avoid distractions the windows were set high in the walls and a large
desk stood facing them on a raised area to their front. A heavy stool stood next
to it with a comfortable high chair for the instructor behind the desk. A large
clock hung from the wall in the austere room and next to it a large notice with
further instructions concerning how their hands were to be visible at all times
and how they were not to talk other than to the Teacher. There was a sound of
approaching footsteps and a tall well-built woman dressed in an academic gown
and hat entered the room and took up a position facing them with feet apart and
hands behind her back. She was in her early forties with a ruddy complexion that
was devoid of any make-up. Her hair was greying and tied in a band behind her
head with the rest hanging down her back. Half-rimmed glasses balanced on her
pointed nose. Under the gown she wore an old fashioned plain white blouse and
medium length grey skirt with ankle socks and a heavy pair of sensible shoes on
her feet.
Without any prompting, the room inmates stood upright between their seats and
the desk. She looked around for a few moments, then spoke:
"My name is Miss Elkins, and I am your form mistress during your initial stay in
the education wing. I warn you that I have considerable experience in dealing
with young men such as yourself and will stand for no nonsense. You will be
treated as you should have been when you were at school but unlike the one you
attended, this school permits the sort of punishments that were handed out in
the first half of the last century. You will find that I have certain powers of
punishment and if I believe that you need more serious discipline, I shall send
you with a note to the Headmistress's office where my senior colleague will deal
with you."
She kept them standing as she explained her various rules, how she was to be
addressed, when they were to stand, how they were to sit bolt upright with no
fidgeting and how they were to apply themselves diligently to each and every
lesson. She then told them to sit and she commenced to read out their names from
a register.
Apprehensively, they all responded with a clear "Present, Miss Elkins" and they
were soon ready to start their first lesson. Miss Elkins patiently explained
that various training systems had been tried in the past but they now believed
that an early training session in accepting female authority was the most
productive route to follow. They would therefore each be allocated to a member
of staff, taken to their private quarters and be trained and assessed in their
response to orders. To ensure they all appreciated what their duties would
entail, one of the wardresses would be speaking to them.
Exactly on cue an Indian wardress in her mid twenties entered the room and was
greeted by Miss Elkins. She was of above average height with a trim but feminine
figure and wore her long black hair in a pigtail that reached almost to the
waist. Her name was announced as Miss Shruti Saraswat. From the way she walked
and conducted herself it was obvious to the males that she was a lady of some
education and importance so it puzzled them that she should be employed in such
a junior position.
She carefully placed the heavy wooden stool centre stage, lifted herself on to
it to face the seated squad and placed her high heels resting on the rungs of
the stool. Her uniform skirt rode up above her knees and when she crossed her
legs a tantalising glimpse of stocking sheathed thigh and suspender clips was
displayed to them. Stewart alone realised that this was a deliberate act and
started the mental effort he knew he would need to avoid an erection. She looked
around with the darkest pair of eyes they had ever seen, smiled sweetly and
started to talk to them:
"Tonight you will each be allocated to one of the staff here in the centre. You
will be required to carry out whatever duties the lady requires of you. In case
any of you have hopes that you will have any choice as to what you do, or find
the work in any way pleasant, I will now disabuse you of that hope. Your duties
will fall into three main categories. Firstly you can be given cleaning jobs in
the apartment such as the bathroom or cleaning floors. However unpleasant your
task you will work thoroughly and your efforts will be inspected. Secondly you
may be required to carry out more personal work such as washing her underwear,
cleaning boots or pressing and preparing her uniform for the next day. Again
your work will be inspected. Finally, should the lady require it, you may be
ordered to carry out any personal service that she may demand. Just before your
evil little minds think back to your previous life where you could pick and
choose, you will now simply follow orders without question, whether she requires
either a massage or some more personal service. You will do as she orders, not
as you would like. Do not expect the showered fragrant females that you may have
been used to. These ladies work hard and have no need to shower or preen
themselves for your benefit. You will just have to accept them as nature
intended them to be."
Once more the legs were crossed and uncrossed, as she looked in Miss Elkins
direction seemingly oblivious to their hungry stares. This time her legs
remained slightly parted and from their lowly vantagepoint, some males could
just see the crotch of her white panties.
Miss Elkins commented that this could be a good time to mention how any failure
would be dealt with.
"Of course, of course", Miss Saraswat exclaimed in apology. " As usual, the
ladies will be able to punish minor errors with their hands or tawse but if any
of you step out of line significantly, one of the policewomen will be on the end
of the 'phone and will call round to carry out any summary punishments with
heavier implements."
To Stewart it was routine, but to the rest it seemed to confirm their worst
fears and fulfil all the rumours that they had heard about these places. It
would all be down to the luck of the individual prisoner. One or two would
finish up as a servant for one of the attractive younger wardresses who would
probably use them, but would not deny them a little pleasure themselves. All the
others would be obliged to carry out whatever sexual service one of the older
and certainly uglier wardresses would require and be unable to obtain in normal
life. Mixed in amongst the staff there would be the sadists whose real aim would
be to find fault and therefore inflict pain. The wardresses word would always be
accepted and if she registered a complaint, the prisoner would be punished and
that punishment would be repeated until the wardress was satisfied. As regards
the class and Miss Saraswat's behaviour, Stewart was also only too aware of what
they were being set up for and it came as no surprise when the Teacher ordered
them to their feet.
The shorts scarcely covered the tips of the dangling penis. When seated, any
erection would protrude below the bottom edge and on standing upright, a full
erection would be uncovered and displayed for all to see. Of the thirteen
"schoolboys" six had raging erections, all of which stuck out of the ridiculous
shorts and indeed, lifted up the leg of the garment.
Both females were furious, Miss Saraswat's black eyes flashed down to the
offending organs with a look of total disgust but it was Miss Elkins who took
charge, retrieved a report book from her desk and started to fill it in. It took
only a few seconds for all the six to be given the adverse report slip and be on
the way to wait outside the Headmistress's office down the corridor.
Stewart later heard what had transpired. The confidence of the offenders, if not
their erections, rapidly dissipated as they stood side by side outside the
headmistress's office. They were told to face outwards so every member of the
staff who passed by was able to see the reasons for their presence jutting
forward. One of the group was heard by the others to mutter about how ridiculous
the situation was. It would have been better for them if they had been able to
control themselves, but the more effort they put into the attempt, the harder
they seemed to get.
A young girl in her late teens came out of the office and announced herself to
be the Headmistresses secretary. She was one of the few exceptions to the normal
appearance of the staff: taller than most of the prisoners she had long fair
hair down to her shoulders. She was dressed in a plain white shirt and dark
coloured skirt that accentuated her full firm figure. Her attractive face looked
almost angelic as she stood close to the males, looked one 25 year old straight
in the eye and asked him why they were standing there.
" Miss...er...um...Miss Elkins has sent us here," he stammered nervously.
"I'm well aware of that number 3. Why has she sent you?"
Eventually, the blushing young male managed to get the words out and stated that
they had all had an erection in class. The girl played the part of shocked
horror with panache. She stepped quickly back and looked down at their now even
harder organs. Shaking her head in mock disbelief she collected the punishment
chits from their sweating hands and told them to follow her in to office.
Once again they had to line up with their backs to the wall and face her desk.
She produced a large black book with the ominous words "Punishment Register" on
the front and spine and carefully listed their numbers along with the offence
"Disgusting display of sexual lust" which was the centre shorthand for the
offence that they had committed. Every male began to feel the real fear that the
system was designed to generate. Here they stood, just like schoolboys in front
of a girl younger than most of them, waiting to hear how they would be punished.
Would this girl be the one to carry it out? Would such a sweet looking female
be capable of deliberately hurting them? Their thoughts were interrupted by the
secretary pressing a button on an interphone and announcing:
"Six boys for punishment Ma'am."
The adjoining door opened and in walked the Headmistress Mrs Buchan. To the
surprise of the males she was much younger than they had expected. Aged well
under thirty, she was of average height, slim with a well scrubbed plain
freckled face and medium length red hair. Looking every inch an academic she
wore her gown over a non-descript plain blue dress. She stood behind the desk
and read the punishment book entry. She then came round the desk, and glancing
at their still present erections, addressed them:
"I understand that you are the new intake. I would normally allow a certain
leeway to new boys on many infringements of the rules but when it comes to a
basic lack of self-control I do not intend to exercise that discretion. Showing
sexual interest in any of my staff requires a punishment that will help to
instil some sense of decent behaviour in you. During your stay in this school
you may have to be punished in various ways and with various implements but
those of you who are sent to me can expect only one punishment...the cane."
She paused to allow her words to sink in and then asked:
"Have any of you been caned before?"
An embarrassed shuffling of feet followed by a muttered "No" went down the line.
"Miss Alton, you did instruct these thugs in the correct manner in which to
address me I trust?"
The young secretary blushed at her error but stammered a reply, confirmed that
she had.
"Very well, no excuse, remind me to add three extras to each boy's punishment to
remind them that its "Madam, Ma'am or Headmistress"...and all of them to be
spoken clearly. Now to continue my talk: I administer the cane in the
traditional way, you will be bent over to present and tighten the buttock area,
and my secretary here will be the witness. It will also be a salutary lesson if
you are punished in front of each other. It will hurt...believe me...it will
hurt, so you will need to brace yourselves. Should any of you try to avoid
punishment by moving out of position I shall simply start again from the
beginning. Oh yes, and one more thing...I only flog boys on the bare skin."
Even the most confident of the prisoners was left feeling totally vulnerable by
this talk. Could it really be that this young lady was about to give them all a
formal thrashing? She looked too slim and too feminine, more like a junior
librarian than someone who would soon be deliberately inflicting pain.
She ordered them to follow her into the adjoining office and once again formed a
line facing inwards. The office was large and well lit from floor to ceiling
windows along one side. There was the inevitable desk, a few chairs, a thick
carpet underfoot and on the walls hung what looked like expensive prints. None
of the prisoners even glanced at the pictures; their eyes were riveted on a rack
of canes that hung from the wall behind the desk. There must have been twenty of
them lying horizontally in varying lengths, thickness and weights. They were
complimented by a piece of furniture that stood their side of the desk that
could only have one purpose. Mrs Buchan was inordinately proud of this item
having personally purchased it from an auction. It was a genuine caning bench
and had been produced by the Victorians for use in penal institutions. It stood
just below waist height and was in the shape of a saw-bench or vaulting horse
with A frame legs at either end supported by cross members in old stained oak.
Along the top ran a thin, one foot wide dark, leather bench for the victim to
lay along and intriguingly at one end there was an oblong hole around three
inches by two inches underneath which was a movable mirror. The securing straps
were all wrapped around their mounting points and fastened which confirmed the
Headmistresses remarks about not being secured. At the far end there was a metal
bar with cycle type handgrips set half way up the supporting frame. This was an
addition commissioned by Mrs Buchan so that her victims would have something to
grip during their punishment.
"Remove your training strip" she ordered.
Hesitatingly, the males removed the shirt then the shorts and having folded them
placed them on the floor behind them as indicated by the secretary. She was then
told by Mrs Buchan to show the prisoners how to present themselves for
punishment.
She calmly steeped up to the end of the horse, placed her high-heeled feet wide
apart either side of where the struts touched the carpet announcing "Position
One." She then indicated the hole and mimed placing a set of genitals through
the gap. Leant down along the top with her hands hanging down, face towards the
caner and announced "Position Two". She then gripped the handles with her
delicate hands, placed her feet on the supports that stuck out sideways from the
legs of the horse and announced "Position Three. Even through her skirt the
males could see how the position spread the buttocks embarrassingly as she was
in a partially squatting position and thus tightened the surface to meet the
rod. This did nothing to help the males control their erections which now
protruded unencumbered by the thin shorts.
Having stood up she then walked over to the rack and asked Mrs Buchan which cane
she required.
" A medium weight one with reasonable length and good flexibility please."
The young secretary selected one from the rack, flexed it experimentally,
grimaced and replaced it. The second choice was about three foot six inches in
length and dipped slightly under its own weight when held horizontally by the
handle. She grasped it at either end and bent it easily to ninety degrees before
handing her selection to the Headmistress. She in turn gave it a few practice
swishes from over her shoulder to below waist level.
"A little heavy for a first caning but otherwise perfectly suitable, thank you
Miss Alton. Would you please read out the standing orders for boys undergoing
headmistress punishment? "
This last remark ratcheted up the prisoners' tension by a fair few notches.
Clearly, every part of the discipline was to be as drawn out and formal as
possible. Miss Alton took down a printed board hanging next to the cane rack,
stood in front of the naked males and read its contents to them.
"Appendix 4 to the Standing orders for punishment" she read out in a loud clear
voice.
"No1. All punishments will be carried out in full with no reduction in strokes
for whatever reason. 2. Prisoners will take up the position they are ordered
without delay. 3. Any prisoner who fails to hold position will be considered to
have refused an order. 4. Prisoners under punishment are to avoid or minimise
any exclamations of discomfort. 5. Prisoners will say after each stroke its
number and express thanks to the punishment officer. For example: " Twelve,
thank you Headmistress." 6. Any attempt to avoid the cane with either hands or
feet will be regarded as refusal to obey an order. 7. Any stroke may be repeated
at the discretion of the punishment officer or any witness. 8. A further member
of staff who should be medically trained shall witness any punishments that
exceed twelve strokes. 9. Under no circumstances will any allowance be taken or
reduction awarded on the basis of previous recent punishment. 10. On completion
of punishment the prisoner shall remain in position 3 until ordered to stand.
11.No attempt shall be made to rub, touch or massage the buttocks following a
punishment ."
"Are there any questions? Mrs Buchan snapped?"
A clear "No Headmistress" was the response down the line.
"Then we will commence punishment, I will be awarding you all nine strokes, you
will be flogged in numerical order. You will take up positions under the
directions of Miss Alton." With that she place the cane on the table with a dry
rattle, removed her gown and slowly rolled up the long sleeves of her dress. Her
build looked more wiry that muscular and her slimness was emphasised by her
small breasts that hardly caused a swelling under the dress front. There was
some unspoken speculation in many male minds that such a slight figure could
hardly wield the cane with force. She picked it up at the business end and
nodded to Miss Alton to commence.
"Prisoner No 2 step forward. Position 1!"
A tall slim male around thirty gingerly placed his feet in position. On the
command "Position 2" he nervously leant over guiding his scrotum and hard penis
through the hole and on hearing "Position 3" he gripped the handles with all his
might and placed his feet on the supports. Miss Alton bent over and reached
under the horse to move the mirror until it was to the position the Headmistress
required. Obviously she intended to watch her victims genitalia for any
reactions during the infliction.
Mrs Buchan slowly raised the cane over her left shoulder and then brought it
whirring down across the centre of the male's buttocks. It had been her
intention to signal to the entire room that a headmistress flogging was
something to be avoided. The impact of the springy cane convinced everyone and
as the pain peaked, the bucking of the prisoner and the gasp of shock that came
from his clamped teeth supported that view.
The strokes were laid on with calm precision at around five second intervals.
Despite her slim frame, each lashed down across the undefended flesh with
considerable effect as could be seen from the twitching of the leg muscles and
muted exclamations that preceded each count:
"M.mm.mmm 7 Thank you Headmistress!"
By the time the Headmistress announced "Punishment completed," the weals from
the first strokes were already fully formed and pulling the buttock skin-tight.
This caused even more gasps of discomfort as he was ordered to stand and then
take his place back in line with his hands clutched on top of his head.
"Prisoner No 3 Position 1!" snapped Miss Alton.
This time a young rather podgy male aged around twenty stepped forward. His
erection already showed signs of wilting as he took up position 2 then 3. His
backside seemed to almost swallow the cane for a second as it bit in for the
first stroke. The shock seemed to take his breath away but as Mrs Buchan laid on
the second he yelled out aloud.
Without a trace of compassion she looked down on the boy and pointed out that
not only had he failed to count the strokes but he was also making far too much
noise. She almost whispered that she would start again from the beginning. He
looked at the Headmistress as if about to speak then sensibly decided to keep
quite. The punishment continued with him remembering to call out each stroke,
albeit with a somewhat constricted throat as he tried not to yell out as each
imposition of pain reached his brain.
The routine of the discipline continued with each male being ordered to present
himself to the cane in turn. Eventually it was the turn of the last candidate a
heavily built man in his forties. From expressing a view earlier about how
ridiculous the treatment was to grown men, he had now been reduced to the level
of a sixteen-year old meekly waiting for his turn over the horse. He had watched
each punishment stroke by stroke; seen the weals appear and swell and imagined
the pain as each prisoner stood back in line with his hands on his head and face
screwed into a grimace of pain. Now it was his turn to be thrashed by this young
lady and watched by her even younger assistant and there wasn't a damned thing
that he could do about it. She would be hurting him and that was that.
As Miss Alton ordered him into position, she commenced a conversation about him
with her boss:
" I am surprised Ma'am that a man of his age cannot control his emotions he is
still disgustingly erect. He seems as full of lust now as when we started this
session. Do you think we can expect him to control himself when he starts to
feel the cane?"
Mrs Buchan commented that anything was possible and that it might be useful and
instructive if she was to monitor his genitals as the thrashing progressed. The
younger girl smiled enthusiastically and knelt down by the horse on the opposite
side to the Headmistress, reached underneath and gripped the hanging swollen
organ between her fingers. It was fairly hard to the touch and by the time the
secretary had gripped it firmly and pushed the tight foreskin up to the base it
was rock-hard. She gripped the slippery glans firmly between her fingers and
waited.
Mrs Buchan ran the cane through the clutched fingers of her left hand as she
gave her assistant time to get to grips with the male organ. He was certainly a
well-built brute she thought to herself as she looked down along his muscled
back to where the pale outline of a brief pair of trunks had been worn for
sunbathing in recent days. Copious body-hair was visible between his legs and
into his anal cleft and she guessed from a startled lurch of his thighs, contact
had been made underneath, a fact that she confirmed by looking in the mirror
where a sizeable penis now protruded from the girl's fist. She always derived
the greatest satisfaction in humbling these men who were nearly twice her age
and three to four times her size. The bigger they are the harder they fall she
thought to herself as she raised her cane and brought it swishing down across
the proffered muscles.
Miss Alton heard the cane and as it hit felt the penis forcefully ram into her
fist as the victim flinched. Confident that she could maintain her grip she
raised her head until her face was just behind the prisoner's head where she
blew gently on to the back of his head to let him know she was close. As the
thrashing continued she whispered words of condolence and firmly but erotically
massaged the dangling organ up and down.
For the prisoners part the handling literally added insult to injury. The insult
of the indecent molestation to the injury of the cane. He had already learned
better than to argue and so he gritted his teeth, gripped the handgrips fiercely
and called out the strokes to his tormentor.
Eventually he called the ninth stroke and just before ordering him to position
1, Miss Alton gave him a last lingering rub around his bare glans. He then stood
with his penis rampantly standing free of his body and with the Headmistress
looking at him with horror. She tapped the head firmly with the tip of the cane
as she spoke to Miss Alton.
"Would you look at this disgusting display! I have an awful feeling that we have
one of those perverts here who actually derives sexual pleasure from being caned
by young women. Remind me to ask Matron to take a thorough look at him."
He was then told to join his brothers and both females looked at the row of
naked prisoners, all now standing with their hands on heads against the wall.
They were ordered to replace their training strip and told that they could
leave. They left the office and walked slowly back to the classrooms still not
daring to touch themselves in case anyone saw them. They were soon back in the
classroom and one of the waiting prisoners rushed off to find Miss Elkins and
tell her that the class was ready to resume.
She bustled back in as if the break had been to take refreshments rather than
pain. As they were all ordered to take their seats gasps of discomfort came from
several of them as their bruised buttocks touched the hard seats. There was but
fifteen minutes to fill before the prisoners next surprise so Miss Elkins
announced that they would be doing spelling practice. She read out words from an
open book and asked each boy in turn to spell them on the large blackboard in
chalk. The first round was easy with all words being spelt correctly. Round two
was where she planned to demonstrate one of her favourite forms of correction
for which she would need an offender. Unknown to the class, she had been briefed
on the thrashing by Miss Alton so the choice of target would be easy.
"Ceiling, receipt, conceit" and similar words were spelt correctly by the
nervous boys. When, however it was the turn of the last male to be caned on the
horse, the word was "accommodation". Wilson was not stupid by any means, but the
combination of pain from his backside, writing in chalk on a board and the
general nervousness they all felt proved too much. He wrote "accomodation" and
realised his mistake as he stood back. No corrections were permitted and Miss
Elkins addressed the class:
"In the good old days the Mistress would correct such mistakes immediately. That
way the boy would never forget how to spell such a word. I intend to teach him
the same lesson."
Calmly she corrected the spelling by writing the word above Wilson's attempt.
She then went to her desk, retrieved a heavy wooden ruler and called him over to
stand in front of the class. He was told to hold his hands out in front of him
at waist height, but palms down. She held the rule in her hand and walked
towards him.
To be continued.
If you enjoyed this story, may the author remind you that he is always open to
new ideas and suggestions on how the story could develop? Several readers' ideas
have already been incorporated.
