The Prisoner

Chapter 45

Chapter 45.

The male prisoner had certainly heard of the phrase  "having one's knuckles
rapped", and dimly remembered hearing how it used to be a school punishment at
some time. When Miss Elkins raised the heavy rule to a point above the back of
his right hand he realised that he was about to experience the punishment for
himself and braced in readiness.

The rule was brought down across the knuckles with a crack that was heard around
the classroom, as was the sudden exclamation of the victim. Slowly she moved the
rule to a position over the left hand, paused and brought it down even harder
across the lumpy joints.

She then lowered the rule until it rested alongside her thigh and waited.
Wilson's hands were both trembling as the sickening pain surged through them. He
hoped that it would just be the two raps but as she lifted the rule once more,
he realised that she intended to repeat the blows on what were now bruised and
throbbing knuckles. The rule was brought cracking down across each hand in turn
and the rule returned to her side. She watched Wilson intently and noticed the
tears of pain that ran down each cheek.

Fortunately he had the good sense not to lower his hands or, even worse, rub
them together to ease the pain. Miss Elkins had not yet finished. The ruler was
again positioned and each set of knuckles rapped  for a third time.

"It's a rather old fashioned punishment," she remarked to him, "but one that is
rather effective and requires little effort on my part. Admittedly it does
require a certain amount of self-control by the victim. Can I take it that you
have learnt your lesson?"

Wilson assured her that he had, with all the sincerity he could muster. He was
then allowed to lower his hands and take his seat again. Soon the class was
dismissed and told to find their way to the parade hall where they found
themselves joining the other 13 new boys.

Stewart failed to see Gilpin initially until he noticed a male prisoner with a
rather prominent chest and realised that she had been through the same haircut
as the rest. It must have been an even greater indignity to her as a female but
there she stood, shorn and nervous. Miss Saraswat arrived, and having had them
line up in three ranks spaced well apart, she spoke to them.

"You will now be presented to the staff who have kindly agreed to take part in
your training tonight. Each lady will pass amongst you and make her decision.
They have been asked to make several choices and will then bid for you at
auction. They may ask you any question that they wish. To save time you will
display yourselves to help them with their choice. You may be erect without
attracting punishment. You Gilpin will simply stand there but you may expect to
be examined through your strip. The males will now pull up the front of their
shirts, lift up their genitals and hang them over the top of the waist-band. You
will then all stand with feet apart and hands behind your backs."

Then they waited. Miss Saraswat thought back to the list of rules that all the
staff who wished to use a male for the night were obliged to agree to. Appendix
15 stated that the purpose of the evening was to acquaint new prisoners in
accepting orders from females and also accepting punishment when a female
considered it necessary. There was a list of the personal duties that the staff
had to accept. They had to be prepared to strip in front of the prisoner to
sexually tempt them. They were also expected to order them to carry out service
with their tongues on all the personal areas of their body. They were given
various ways in which to make that task as unpleasant as possible for the
prisoner. They could be used for penetrative sex but the staff member was
responsible for using the creams and condoms provided to maintain hygienic sex
and prevent orgasmic release for the males. Above all, the staff member must be
prepared not only to inflict punishment herself, but also to not hesitate in
sending for the duty policewoman to administer more severe discipline. Miss
Saraswat had certainly signed the form herself and idly looked around wondering
which male would be hers. The presence of Gilpin had made quite an impression on
some of the more butch wardresses and she anticipated a heavy demand for her
usage.

She was just thinking how vulnerable they all looked when the first staff
members came into the hall. The lady Dentist and her young assistant were the
first to walk up and down the lines. Both of them followed the same method of
standing in front of the prisoner, lightly grasping his penis and then asking
extremely embarrassing questions.

"When did you last have sex?" "Does this thing of yours have real staying
power?" "Are you prepared to follow any order that I might give you?" and so on
down the line. They simply ignored Gilpin however. Having considered their
choice they completed a form and took their seat in the back of the room.

The next lady to enter was a short and rather fat wardress with short hair and
clusters of studs on both ears. She ignored the males and went straight to
Gilpin. She stood in front of her staring into her eyes. Stewart overheard the
only question that she asked: "Are you gay or straight girl?" When Gilpin
nervously replied that she was straight a wide grin spread over the wardresses
chubby face. She slowly placed her hands under the girl's T shirt and ran them
up to grip her chest. Stewart could then see through the thin material how she
brought her fingers together to grip Gilpin's nipples.

"But you will follow orders I trust!"

Gilpins spoken agreement was interrupted by a fierce squeeze to both breasts
that made her knees buckle. The wardress then moved on to take her seat.

One by one the staff entered and walked up and down the lines. Most were
uniformed wardresses of various ages. Some were presumably administrative staff
and were dressed in casual everyday clothes. Most were hard faced and overweight
but some were reasonably attractive with the odd one or two being rather pretty.
Around a third showed an interest in Gilpin and most of those found an excuse to
fondle her through the thin material of her training strip. Stewart knew that
the appearance of the staff-member must not matter to the individual prisoner
who would have to do as he or she was told, without question. All they could do
in the meantime was to stare straight ahead and answer the questions in the most
respectful way they could. One young wardress came forward. She looked as though
she had just come from the gym and was dressed in a white sports shirt, short
pleated skirt, socks and trainers. She seemed to take a fancy to Stewart and
made a point of firmly gripping his penis as she looked him over. She was around
five foot six inches tall, well rounded and still carrying an amount of "puppy
fat". Her fair hair was worn in a regulation bun and her rather plain face
devoid of make up. Her face appeared to be permanently frozen in a bored and
aloof expression with a large nose seemingly thrust upward. She asked no
questions, but left him with a whispered "See you later...Boy!"

A Senior Wardress with short greying hair took up a position behind a table and
arranged a wooden hammer and pad in front of her. The excited hubbub of
conversation died down and the auction began. Stewart noticed that all the staff
now clutched a number of tokens that he later learnt had been awarded under a
merit system the Governor had introduced. Some staff had very few whereas others
had been collecting them for months. She then ordered the first prisoner to
stand on the table with his hands behind his head and legs wide apart, his
genitals still hanging from the waist-band of his shorts.

The auctioneer wasted few words:

"Male aged 32years. What am I bid ladies?"

The bidding was in "credits" and drifted to around two thousand before tailing
off. A loud bang of the gavel and a middle-aged administrator-lady came forward,
presented the printed credit notes to the auctioneer and, having watched her
purchase climb down off the table, led him away by his ear.

"Male aged 23 years, in fine athletic condition, plenty of stamina, untrained
and requiring some firm guidance no doubt...what am I bid?"

This time a rustle of excitement went around the room as the good looking young
male stood on display. Bidding was fierce and eventually between just two of the
senior wardresses, both in their forties. Neither would normally have stood a
chance of getting their hands on such a specimen, but all they required here
were enough credits and he could be hers for the evening. He was finally knocked
down for 3,400 credits to a heavily built wardress with long fair hair who
suddenly looked as if she was the original cat and the male, the original cream.
Again, as soon as he was down from the table the excited woman grasped his arm
and led him hurriedly out of the room to the muted titters of her colleagues.

"Female 23 years, in good condition and with previous experience having been
held in the Female Correctional Centre...shall we start at 2,000 credits
ladies?"

Gilpin looked totally dejected as she stood on the table. Her only advantage was
that she didn't have to display her genitals as did the male prisoners, but
looking at the bidders, mostly from the butch and uniformed group present, she
knew that humiliation was only delayed until the successful bidder could get her
back to the privacy of her room.  Several excited females started the bidding
but soon dropped out leaving a short squat wardress with studded ears bidding
against a tall, thin senior wardress with a witch like face. Neither showed the
slightest concern for Gilpin, only a determination to win at all costs. Each was
circled by what were obviously her close friends and Stewart could see them
handing over credits to enable the bids to keep climbing. Eventually, at over
6,000 credits, the gavel fell and the taller wardress stood and with an evil
smile walked over to the table. Having taken the proffered credits, the
auctioneer smilingly congratulated the winner and offered the hope that Gilpin
would provide good value for the high price that had been paid. Only Gilpin and
the auctioneer were able to hear the woman's reply half whispered to her new
purchase:

"You can bet your life that she is going to give good value, this is going to be
the hardest night of your life... bitch!"

With a click of her fingers she strode towards the exit with the terrified
looking female prisoner trotting after her to keep up. In their wake followed
four other wardresses who had been helping with the credits, almost running to
keep up and claim their own rewards.

By accident or design Stewart was the last prisoner to be placed on the block.
He had watched some males led away by one or two of the more attractive staff
members and felt almost envy. He thought to himself that if he had to carry out
the most personal of services and be thrashed on some female whim, it would be
easier to bear if his "owner" was at least attractive. Being subjugated by one
of the older matron types would be even more difficult to accept. Not of course,
that he had any choice in the matter. There remained only around ten ladies to
bid and several of them were only there because they had failed to win the
prisoner that they really wanted. Amongst them was the young girl in sports kit
who had fondled him, the short fat wardress who had failed in her bidding for
Gilpin and some of the older, more senior staff both in uniform and without.
None were in any way attractive by Stewart's standards but that factor was not
one that would be even considered.

The bidding started at a humiliating 500 credits but was soon racing through
2,000, perhaps fuelled by the knowledge that it would be another month before
there would be a further opportunity to bid for a servant. Several bidders sat
with flushed faces but the younger girl, who seemed to have an inexhaustible
supply, calmly raised each bid by a comfortable margin. They were soon down to
two bidders as before. Stewart was holding his breath, at least the girl was
straight and had shown no interest in Gilpin so he could at least hope that her
demands would be more reasonable than would the ear-studded woman who was
bidding against her.

Unfortunately the young girl simply ran out of credits and when the auctioneer
called for 3,700 she shook her head. The all too ugly uniformed wardress nodded
in acceptance. Stewart's heart sank as he looked at who his new owner would be
and almost panicked as he imagined trying to satisfy her intimate demands.

Just that second, as the gavel was raised to condemn Stewart to an evening with
the woman, Miss Saraswat intervened and handed the girl a bunch of credits. The
auction resumed, and in no time, the now furious woman was out bid and the
relieved Stewart was knocked down to the young girl. The gavel fell and Stewart
climbed down from the table ready to be led away. But there was yet another
surprise for him: The girl, handing over the credits, announced that she had
been bidding on behalf of Miss Saraswat and it was the young Indian lady who
gripped him by the ear and led him out of the room.

It was fortunately only a short walk to Miss Saraswat's apartment and the grip
on his ear was only released when he reached the door. He stood upright and
noticed that the young wardress had followed them. All three were soon inside
and the door bolted ominously behind them.

The two wardresses were soon relaxing in easy chairs in the sitting room, with
their new "purchase" standing at attention in front of them. Miss Saraswat
looked at her young colleague and asked if she had brought the laundry with her
and received a reply in the affirmative. The girl went through to the kitchen
area and returned with a large plastic bag that she dumped on the floor in front
of Stewart. Miss Saraswat addressed him:

"As you know Stewart, my name is Miss Saraswat and this young lady under my
instruction is Miss Debbie. We will both be putting you through your paces this
evening and so we will start by letting you know who is in charge around here.
On my instructions Miss Debbie has just finished a very strenuous work out in
the gymnasium so she will be requiring some personal attention. I think that we
will begin by impressing our authority on you".

With that she slowly stood up positioned herself in front of him and, drawing
back her right hand slapped him hard across his cheek. She then repeated the
slap with her other hand and his other cheek leaving his face burning. For a
slim female she certainly had a fierce slap he thought to himself. Without
waiting to be told, Miss Debbie then took position, braced herself with her feet
well apart and...whap...,  hit him with all her force almost knocking him off
his feet. Despite her youth and puppy fat she was clearly extremely fit and
capable of slapping hard. The next blow with the other hand was just as
effective and left him with a burning face and ringing ears.

They then took their seats again.

"I hope that you now understand that we will accept no nonsense from you
Stewart. You will be punished for any irritation that you may cause us and in a
far more sensitive place than your face. Miss Debbie has kindly brought some
washing for you to do so down on your knees and lay the items out neatly and
respectfully".

Stewart pondered to himself as he knelt, as to why the wardresses always took
great delight in making the males do their laundry. He opened the bag and felt
inside. He was not surprised to feel the familiar outlines of girl's underwear
and started to pull them out, noticing the mixture of aromas that emanated.
There were four types of garment, panties, brassieres, short socks and a couple
of stringy suspender belts. Firstly he separated the three brassieres, they were
all sturdy support types, two white and one black and they confirmed that the
impression that the two mounds under the uniform shirt front indicated a larger
than average bust size. All three were sweat stained under the armpit. Next came
ten pairs of panties: They were all white, at least when last washed. Six were
flimsy thongs and four were more substantial sports types. All ten pairs
confirmed that the owner tended to sweat profusely and when the crotches were
opened to view, revealed that she took little care with her personal hygiene.
The crotches of the thong panties were screwed up into little more than a tight
roll of stained material. He carefully unravelled the material and laid them out
on the floor with the bras and other items. All the time conscious of the young
wardress standing over him with her trainers planted firmly apart.

It took him the best part of thirty minutes to hand wash the intimate and soiled
items in the bathroom sink. He then respectfully hung them all to drip and dry
on a rail hanging over the bath. Miss Debbie carried out a cursory inspection of
her dripping underwear and, seemingly satisfied, ordered him back to the main
room where Miss Saraswat addressed him.

"The time as come to assess your respect for Miss Debbie. Either of us will be
giving you orders that you will obey without question. Miss Debbie will now sit
in the armchair and you will remove her shoes and clean her covered feet with
your tongue".

Without hesitation, Stewart knelt in front of her and reverently slipped off her
trainers. It was a warm muggy day and he would have been prepared to excuse a
little foot odour, but the sock toes and undersides were positively damp and
certainly smelly. He knew that this could not be allowed to slow him down and
firmly lifted her right foot towards his mouth and, trying to ignore the strong
cheesy odour, started to systematically lick all around the woollen material. He
considered himself fortunate that at least the sock material denied his tongue
access to between her toes, but the sweat that had seeped through was bad
enough.

Displaying the usual casual indifference to a prisoner's presence, the girl lay
well back with her legs splayed. Stewart could not help the odd crafty glance to
the darkened areas between her legs, wondering just how far she would be taking
this test of his respect. She then snapped the order:

"Socks off and get licking!"

As respectfully as possible Stewart peeled the damp socks of the sweaty feet and
laid them on the floor. Perhaps it was a result of his proximity to the feet,
but he could not recall a more odorous pair and he knew that his tongue would
have to clean them both,... thoroughly.

He started on the right foot and licked the upper surface then under the arches.
Eventually his tongue went in between the large toes and he tasted the salty
deposits as his nose was obliged to inhale the rancid cheese like odour.

It took nearly ten minutes, ten unpleasant minutes, before the girl pulled her
feet back on the floor and stood up. With a glance at Miss Saraswat for her
approval she ordered Stewart to his feet.

"As you may have noticed Stewart, I didn't have time for a shower after my gym
session so that tongue of yours is going to be rather busy this evening. Take
off my  shirt!"

Stewart stood in front of her and slowly started to undo the buttons on the
front of the short sleeved garment. To his surprise he started to uncover not a
dull support bra but a very flimsy garment that immediately allowed him to
appreciate her full figure as each breast gently rippled within the confining
material of the cup. As his hands moved down to her stomach he noticed a roll of
surplus fat that he had half expected on this bouncy young girl. He moved to her
rear and gently pulled the shirt free from her broad shoulders leaving her
standing there with just her brassiere covering her upper half. She slowly
raised her arms and placed them on her head revealing that she didn't believe in
shaving body hair. Under each armpit there was a thick tuft of matted fair hair
and a whiff of stale sweat reached his nostrils. By now his penis had erected
and was poking embarrassingly out of his shorts but this event either went
unnoticed or the ladies felt it was unworthy of any comment.

"Lick my armpits!" she commanded.

Stewart was surprised at the confidence of the girl and had no idea that she was
simply following the earlier orders of Miss Saraswat. He was so absorbed by his
task that it would be difficult to think of anything but the job in hand.
Perhaps Miss Debbie normally wore deodorant and had simply forgotten to apply
any that morning. More likely was her belief that when ordering a bunch of male
prisoners around there was no need to take any special care of her own
appearance and cleanliness as they would hardly be in a position to complain.
Certainly the matted under-arm hair seemed chemical free if not taste and odour
free. Stewart licked upward starting at the base of the armpit so that the hair
became even damper as he progressed.

Having checked out of the corner of his eye that Miss Saraswat was unable to see
where he was looking, he allowed himself the odd furtive glance at the gently
quaking breasts as his tongue slid over her arm-pit. Just then, Miss Saraswat
moved to the girl's front and spoke to her.

"I'm surprised that you don't wear a support bra when exercising. That flimsy
article can't give you any support at all".

"That's true Ma'am and normally I strap them up firmly with one of those bras
lying on the floor, but watching that female prisoner I got to thinking about
how they have to exercise without any bra at all, and I wondered just how
uncomfortable that would be. I didn't want to cause myself too much discomfort
so I opted for minimum support and exercised with this type."

"And how was it?" asked the senior wardress with a smirk.


"Surprisingly uncomfortable Ma'am. Even with the support of this bra...change
armpits Stewart....they were moving about a fair bit. I could well imagine that
any female with large breasts would experience considerable discomfort. I hear
that the females in the correctional centre can get the cane across their
breasts if the are caught wearing any support when exercising. I would guess
that would really hurt them".

Miss Saraswat then suggested that she remove her bra so that she could assess
her firmness for herself. Miss Debbie simply told Stewart to take it off and
assisted him in lowering her arms. As soon as it was clear she told him to
resume his licking.

He could not help taking another sneaky look at the girl. Her breasts were of
the type that he always regarded as boring. There was nothing wrong with the
size but lacked the solidity and pertness that he always hoped to find in a
young girl. They were like two overfilled white balloons that hung from the
chest rather than stuck out. They were tipped with two small pink areolea and
nipples. Her slightest movement set up a swaying motion to and fro across her
chest. Miss Saraswat looked them over lifting each in turn with her fingers.

" Mmmm, I can certainly see that you need really good support. Thank yourself
lucky that you are not a prisoner where I could really exercise you and get them
moving! The threat of having to take a whipping on them certainly imparts a
valuable lesson in obeying dress regulations. If you are interested I will send
this male to the library to take out one of the Correctional Training Videos on
Breast Punishments and you can see examples of the females getting
breast-caned".

Stewart was relieved of the arm-pit duty and given a scribbled note from Miss
Saraswat along with the directions he would need. His erection subsided as he
hurried across the parade ground and presented the note to one of the civilian
librarians. Without a word she searched the racks and handed him a box labelled
"Female Correctional Training.  23/4".

On his return Miss Debbie had set up two armchairs opposite a large screen
television. She was sprawled in one and Miss Saraswat in the other. Stewart was
instructed to load the cassette and then told, by Miss Debbie that he would have
to amuse her whilst she watched the video. Without any embarrassment, she placed
a knee over each arm and pressed the play button. Stewart waited, standing by
her seat from where the screen could be seen. A number of boring titles and
references appeared followed by some general shots of the Female Centre. A
female voice over then spoke about the requirements for the prisoners to
exercise without support and there were several shots of a group of them
carrying out various exercises in the gymnasium, clearly without bras under
their vests. The females were unknown to Stewart and had probably all been
released by now. They were all chosen for the size of their breasts to emphasise
how much movement would take place. One young twenty-year old seemed to be the
main focus of the film with plenty of close-ups showing her breasts bouncing,
flopping and swaying with only the thin cotton of her vest for support and
concealment.

The scene soon changed to the main punishment room where the breast punishment
frame was shown. A hapless, tall, dark haired girl was brought in dressed in the
usual schoolgirl uniform and ordered to strip to the waist. As the prisoner
stood there with her large breasts swinging from side to side, Miss Debbie
clicked her fingers and pointed to her crotch. Stewart turned away from the
screen, knelt down between her parted, heavy thighs and lifted the edge of the
short skirt revealing a pair of white sports knickers. The girl was still
perspiring from her earlier exercise and the warmth of the room only raised her
body temperature higher. As he moved his head forward between her thighs he
could see the sweat that had been running down her legs and started to scent the
crotch odours of an exercised female. With his head covered by the skirt, he
placed his lips as reverently as possible against the stretched and stained
material and prodded the vertical indentation that indicated the location of her
vulva with the tip of his tongue for some time.

Miss Debbie murmured appreciatively and lifting her backside clear of the chair,
ordered him to remove her panties. Using the opportunity to take a deep breath
of fresh air Stewart reached up the outside of each hip and pulled the damp
garment down and then off her legs and feet. Behind him he could hear the
monotone voice of the commentator describing the breast punishment frame and how
the prisoner was to be secured. Then with another imperious click of her fingers
Miss Debbie instructed him to resume his duties.

It surprised Stewart just how much protection the thin panties had provided his
nasal passages. Without them, as he went back under the skirt, the parting in
the thick matted pubic hairs revealed the vulva just inches from his nose. It
was slightly parted with the inner lips and clitoral hood protruding. The full
smells of the young girl hit him hard. Instinctively he withdrew his head and,
before he even had time to appreciate his stupidity, was ordered to his feet
with Miss Saraswat picking up the 'phone as Miss Debbie stopped the video player
with the remote.

"I'm afraid that we have had a "refusal" and will require your presence!" she
said to an unknown person. She then replaced the 'phone and turned to him. "I
had hoped that with your experience you would be more obedient Stewart, however,
one of our policewomen will soon knock some sense into you. Strip off that
training kit you have on.

Within seconds he stood naked and still erect in front of Miss Saraswat and the
young girl, they were both well used to having males strip to their commands and
appeared impassive. The latter had not moved from the chair and was still
leaning back legs apart, albeit with the skirt pulled down over her pubic area.
They were looking for any excuse to have him punished, and he had been careless
enough to provide them with one. A  firm knock came on the apartment door and
Miss Saraswat briskly went and opened it to let in a Sergeant policewoman
carrying a long bag which she emptied on the floor. Out fell a collection of
implements. Miss Saraswat started to explain the problem to the sergeant who
brusquely assured her that whatever she required in the way of discipline would
be applied without question on her part. She stated that all she needed was a
suggestion of which implement and how many strokes and she could start work on
him. Unfortunately, every staff member was calling for her services with all
these prisoners under training, so she would have to be quick.

Stewart was told to pick up the implements from the floor and lay them on a low
table. There were a couple of light canes, three straps of various thicknesses
and two wooden paddles. Miss Saraswat worked her way through them, slapping them
against her left palm, or in the case of the canes, swishing them through the
air. Eventually she settled on the heavier of the two straps, explaining to the
sergeant that she felt the leather could be applied with more force than the
cane without any risk of having to stop the beating because of any damage. The
policewoman agreed with her choice and, mentioning his already marked buttocks,
recommended that "ten hard ones" would be necessary if they were to get through
to him. She then suggested that he should be placed in a position where he would
be constantly reminded of his offence as the strap was applied.



Stewart was told to present the tawse to the officer. As he approached her he
took in her heavy build, unsmiling face, uniformed hat, tunic and skirt. Why did
it always seem worse taking a beating from a female in uniform? He thought to
himself. Perhaps it was the uniform that conveyed the impression of female
authority and intimated the brutal way in which the strap would be applied. As
respectfully as possible he used both hands to hand her the heavy oiled strap.

It was Miss Debbie who suggested the position he should assume. She still sat
laid back on the easy chair with her knees spread and resting over the arms. She
told him to bend from the waist facing her with his hands gripping the padded
arm rests just under her knees. She slowly raised the short skirt exposing her
spread crotch to his gaze.

The policewoman pushed his feet apart with her booted foot, stood back and
suddenly brought the strap thwacking down across his already tenderised buttocks
in a swinging arc parallel with the floor. She had obviously put her weight
behind it but there was the usual wait until the impact on his flesh reached his
brain. He gripped the chair arms with his nails and arched his head back as the
searing pain surged through him. As he looked down he could see the look on Miss
Debbie's face as she made no attempt to hide her excitement at watching his face
contort.

The sergeant was certainly in a hurry. Without any ceremony or delays she simply
laid on the ten strokes with the strap as rapidly as she could, each accompanied
by a grunt of effort as the leather came down. Within 30 seconds the punishment
was over and she was collecting her equipment and leaving. Naturally for Stewart
the pain was still increasing and he felt his legs give way as he slumped to his
knees between Miss Debbie's legs. He had never received such a rapid and brutal
beating but as waves of agony surged through him, he knew he must continue to
grip the chair and struggle to his feet. As the door slammed shut behind the
policewoman, Miss Debbie held his twisted face in her hands watching his facial
expressions intently.

It was a full five minutes before Miss Saraswat restarted the video. The hapless
prisoner was stretched on the frame and a nurse was wiping the large globes with
antiseptic swabs. An all too recognisable wardress, Miss James was then seen
calmly removing her uniform shirt and large brassiere as the voice over intoned
the emphasis that the bare breasts would impart to the feminine aspect of the
punishment. Miss Debbie then told him to kneel between the parted legs and
complete the order that he had been given.

The throbbing pain in his nates swamped nearly all his other sensations and he
moved his face close to the split vulva and it's surrounding hairs. Holding his
breath he thrust his tongue into a hard probe and wriggled it in the centre of
the opening between the inner lips then dragged it firmly upwards, separating
the folds until he reached the wrinkled nub at the top. He heard a gasp of
excitement from above him and, ignoring the salty, stale taste, started to lick
and prod the clitoral area as hard as he could knowing that anything less than a
satisfactory result would result in another brief but effective visit from the
policewoman. As his tongue worked at the task, his nasal passages filled with
the scents of the unwashed female orifice and not even the normal scents of
arousal could overcome them. Fighting against his natural urge to refuse and
move his head away he even found himself able to lick deep inside the lower
levels of the girl's sex and was rewarded by Miss Debbie's thighs slowly bucking
and moving. He could only hear the video; the sounds of the breast cane falling
on a soft defenceless breast  complementing the young wardresses heavy breathing
and excited moans.

He renewed his tongue efforts and soon found it difficult to keep in touch with
the clitoral tip as the crotch started a rhythm of near ecstasy as her climax
approached. Suddenly, her heavy thighs were gripping his head, his ears failed
to hear the final strokes across the prisoner's breasts and a satisfying shudder
ran through Miss Debbie's entire body. Her thigh grip made Stewart's breathing
almost impossible and it was with some relief when the grip was suddenly
released and he heard the stern voice of Miss Saraswat ordering him to his feet.
She stood close to him, still in her full wardress uniform. Her dark eyes
flashed menacingly.

"The beating certainly seems to have improved your attitude Stewart", she
remarked with a smirk, glancing down at his erection, "Follow me!".

He knew that his new nervousness was entirely justified even before she led him
back into the large bathroom. She closed and locked the door behind them and
then turned to address him with her voice echoing against the white tiled floor
and walls.

"Unlike Miss Debbie, I don't have much need for the services of common males
such as yourself. However, you are here to demonstrate respect and obedience and
so I have little choice other than to use you in some way. Now that we have some
privacy I will be giving you a simple task to fulfil. I will warn you that any
hesitation on your part will result in another visit from that policewoman-and
this time it will be double the number of strokes".

With that threat hanging in the air, the tall Asian wardress carefully poured
out a glass of cold water, which Stewart gratefully swallowed to rehydrate his
tongue and lips. She then lowered the seat cover on the toilet and bent over
placing her hands on the flat surface. She ordered the male prisoner to kneel
behind her and raise her uniform skirt over her waist. Stewart did so and was
rewarded with a close up view of the very panties that had resulted in his
classmates being thrashed earlier in the day. They were more bikini type than
thongs and covered the upper half of the cheeks with the white colour
contrasting with the dusky brown of her flesh. Slowly, she then moved her long
well shaped legs apart until the panty crotch was displayed.

"Pull my panties down clear of my bottom". She commanded.

Nervously, Stewart gripped either side of her panty waistband and pulled the
material down until her bottom was fully exposed. He could hardly avoid noticing
the considerable amount of black body hair that nestled between her legs and
protruded from between her cheeks, so much so that her intimate secrets remained
covered.

"Use both hands to pull my cheeks apart, then start licking until I tell you to
stop".

At least, Stewart thought, I now know what I will be required to do for her. He
then parted the firm buttocks revealing a darkly pink puckered rosebud. Without
hesitation, he touched the centre with his out thrust tongue and started to lick
the anus and surrounding area. Certainly this wardress smelt a little fresher
than the younger girl, but a slightly bitter taste indicated that she had made
no special preparation for his service towards her. The long black hair was soon
damp and remained parted to give his tongue full access. He worked as hard as he
could, firstly gently licking the sensitive opening with his entire tongue, then
firming the tip of his organ and pressing it against the centre until it started
to open a little to his pressure. As his tongue probed he pulled the cheeks
further apart to partially open the wrinkled centre and lick even deeper. At one
point he ventured to lick the entire anal cleft from top to bottom but as he
moved south of his designated target a snapped "No!" from the lady convinced him
to remain in the upper area. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't cause any
apparent reaction that might indicate enjoyment. It was her job to make him
carry out a humiliating task and this was it.

It must have been a full fifteen minutes of tongue work before she called a halt
and he was at last allowed to rest his mouth and aching tongue. She took a few
sheets of toilet paper and reaching behind her, wiped her anal cleft to remove
his saliva. With a look of distaste, she replaced her panties, allowed the skirt
to fall and ordered him to his feet.

"Just one more item before you are through for the evening", she said. "I'm a
firm believer in always punishing a prisoner for an erection and the time has
come to deal with this display". She continued as she gently tapped his hard
penis with her fingers. "Stand at the present in front of the toilet seat!"

She then went over to the bath and carefully selected a pair of Miss Debbie's 
panties hanging over the bath. Instinctively Stewart, guessing what was to
happen, hoped that she would select a small pair of the thong type, but as she
turned he saw that she held a pair of the large sports type panties in her hands
and they were still wet and dripping. She sat on the toilet seat with her legs
apart and pulled him into a position just in front of her by tugging on his
penis. She looked up and spoke:

"I will be giving your balls just two slaps with this garment. Consider it to be
your bad luck that they are still wet. You will remain rigidly at the "present"
until I tell you that you can move".

She lifted his  penis up to his stomach with her left hand as the cold wet
material was held under his vulnerable scrotum. She held the garment by the
waist band so that it would be the crotch that hit his scrotum, lowered them
almost to the floor, concentrated her eyes on the dangling testes and then
brought the material up swiftly between his parted legs.

Stewart knew that however painful the slap would be, he just had to maintain his
position without attempting to either avoid the blow or move away after the pain
reached him. And reach him it soon did.

The agonising cramping pain surged to the point where he couldn't stop his knees
buckling slightly as he exhaled a long moan from between clenched teeth. Both of
them knew how pointless such pain was, but she was authorised to hurt him
whenever she liked and hurt him she would. Miss Saraswat waited patiently for
the male to resume the correct position, giving his penis gentle upward tugs
until his legs were straight, even though they shook slightly. She rubbed the
damp cotton against his scrotum and then lowered her hand and its contents. The
second slap was just as vicious but lacked the shock effect of the first. He was
soon able to stand upright.

"Take these panties to Miss Debbie and ask her to give your testes two similar
slaps".

Stewart couldn't believe that the bitch was making him beg the young girl for
further pain. He knew only too well that there was no alternative and went back
into the sitting room where Miss Debbie was still slumped indecently in the
armchair. He did his best to appear as contrite as possible in the desperate
hope that she would go easy on him.

"Please Miss Debbie, Miss Saraswat has asked that you give my testes two slaps
with your panties".

He stood at attention, her underwear grasped at his side. She slowly stood up,
still dressed only in her short sports skirt. She smiled and licked her lips
moistening them.

"Then I must do as she says Stewart, but I'm afraid I will have to make it hurt,
otherwise there would be no point in doing it to you. Bend over, legs wide and
grasp your ankles".

When Stewart was fully bent with the tightened buttocks still stinging and
aching from his earlier beating, Miss Debbie slowly squatted behind him with her
knees wide. Looking back between his legs Stewart could hardly miss her
genitalia that was spread before his gaze. She started by gently wiping the
panties in an almost soothing way over his weals. Then, leaving the underwear on
his upthrust buttocks, gripped a testicle with each set of fingers and rolled
them firmly between her thumbs and fingers.

"I must say that I thoroughly approve of slapping these as a punishment. I can't
believe the fuss that the males here make when their poor little balls are
tapped." She murmured to herself giving both of them a firm squeeze. Stewart
shook his hips and yelped aloud. "There, there Stewart, I was only feeling their
shape, I haven't even started to punish them yet. Now you keep perfectly still
and I will use these panties to hurt them".

Stewart hated this cat and mouse game and the mock sympathy that females such as
this displayed to their poor victims. He dare not comment and could merely brace
himself and await her slap.

It came from behind, brutally slapping the scrotum and it's contents out of the
way to give the underside of the deflating penis a sharp slap. It hurt...and
Stewart fought to remain obediently in position, imagining how these wardresses
at a male establishment would punish him for any offence concerned with his
testes.

The cramping pains were still increasing when the second slap was given. Stewart
was saved by an almost numbness that helped to alleviate the cramps. He managed
to remain bent over, and Miss Debbie stood up behind him. Just then, Miss
Saraswat also returned from the bathroom.

"You may stand prisoner!" She snapped. "Your session for this evening is now
over and you are to return to your dormitory. Replace your training strip."

Stewart hastily donned the thin shirt and shorts and left before either of them
changed their mind. He was still in pain from the heavy beating across his
buttocks and his testicles ached as he walked. When he reached the room, he was
soon joined by the rest of the squad. All could be seen to have had a rough time
with their lady trainers, some rougher than others, but the presence of security
cameras and presumably microphones inhibited any discussions. There was no time
for food or even a soothing shower as the speaker soon barked out the orders to
get into bed. As the males removed their thin clothing, they could not miss
seeing the weals and bruises that each carried on their bodies. It came as no
surprise to Stewart when he later leaned that it was the Dentist and her
assistant who had been the most cruel of all the staff and also had the most
bizarre requirements.

As they climbed between the coarse blankets, nearly all of them elected to lay
face down to relieve the pressure on their weals. Even so, the rough material
chafed their bruised buttocks with every movement. No one had been granted any
sexual relief so they all found that their penis's were still hard and likely to
remain so. The odd male even risked detection by the night cameras and held it
to gain some form of comfort. Slowly tiredness overcame discomfort and one by
one they slipped into sleep with far from pleasant dreams about what would
befall them in the morning.

A sudden CRASH broke the silence as the door was unlocked and flung open. A
second later the bright lights were turned on and a female voice was heard
ordering them to attention at the foot of their beds. As they stood rigidly at
the designated position, blinking in the light, they all focussed their eyes on
their visitor. It was the young School Secretary, Miss Alton, standing there in
just a short housecoat. Under her left arm was the leather bound Punishment
Book, and in her right hand one of the school canes. She stood in the centre of
the beds, smiled broadly, and spoke:

"A little unfinished business before you turn in for the night...Boys!"

To be continued.









Miss Alton. Tall long fair hair.