Chapter 46
Each of the inmates stood rigidly at attention, racking his befuddled brain
trying to work out what had justified this late-night visit from Miss Alton. She
deposited the punishment register on a table by the door, removed her housecoat
and, clutching her cane behind her in both hands, processed between the rows of
beds as if on a military inspection. She wore what seemed to be the top half of
a pair of male silk pyjamas. They left her long legs exposed almost to her
crotch. Several of the top buttons were undone and the front was loose and ill
fitting. Her long fair hair now hung freely down to her waist and shimmered with
good health under the bright lights. She had obviously gone to some trouble to
ensure that her appearance would not go unnoticed in male company.
"My, my, we are displaying a fine collection of "stiffies" this evening" she
said opening the door at the far end of the room to the night air. "Which is why
several of you got into trouble earlier today. I think that before I deal with
that problem, you should all take a brisk run round the parade ground. It is
quite cold and wet out there so you should soon be a little more alert. Out you
go, I want four laps and then back in here...at the DOUBLE!"
Without hesitation, the squad hurried out into the freezing wet night without
even trainers on their feet. The cold drizzle soon chilled their naked bodies as
they reached the parade ground and jogged round the edges at a fast trot. Their
erections nodded embarrassingly in front of them and two policewomen, out on
patrol with their alsation dogs, laughed heartily each time the prisoners passed
but fortunately restrained their barking and snarling hounds. After a few
minutes the squad ran back into their barrack room and took up their previous
positions at the foot of their beds, breathless, dripping wet and shivering.
Again Miss Alton walked up and down the line looking them over and smiling at
their now drooping organs. She moved to the head of the room, turned and spoke:
"You may remember that the Headmistress awarded you extra strokes for failing to
address her correctly. You may not realise that award is classed as a group
punishment and so each of you will now have to accept that punishment.
Unfortunately the Head has only just remembered about it so she has given me
special permission to lay on three stingers to each of you. I see that you have
all received some punishment recently, but under the school rules that cannot be
used as an excuse for me to go easy on you. It will however ensure that my
efforts are that much more effective. I sincerely hope that none of you will
raise any objections to being caned by an eighteen year old female?"
An audible and subdued "No Miss" went round the room.
Naturally, every male had forgotten about the extras, or had assumed that they
were included in the headmistress's nine strokes. Now they were simply going to
have to let this young girl thrash their bruised and throbbing backsides as she
wished, and all without complaint.
Miss Alton transferred the cane to her right hand and walked around the room,
standing in front of each male. She lifted each organ with the tip of the
flexing rattan and leant forward so that the prisoner could not help looking
down the front of her pyjamas. Her breasts were pert and had the firmness of
youth. Several males had a brief glance of her large swollen nipples that seemed
enormous to their darting eyes. Inevitably, the penis of each prisoner reacted
and became hard as she toyed with the tip before moving to the next. She
concluded by actually grasping the penis of the forty something man that she had
earlier held during his caning, and lightly rubbed her hand up and down the
shaft as she looked into his frightened eyes.
She stood back and glanced up and down the lines. "Mmmm, so we have three
circumcised and the rest covered. Well boys, in the interests of uniformity, we
will have you all skinned".
To their amazement, she went around the room, grasped each covered penis and
snatched the foreskin clear of the swollen head leaving the sensitive glans
shiny and exposed. If proof were needed that she simply regarded them all as her
playthings, this was surely it.
Time seemed to drag as she carefully made an entry in the book, then perched
herself on the front edge of the desk, telling them to sit on the floor around
her with their legs well parted. As the sat on their sore backsides she lifted
one foot up on the table leaving the other hanging over the edge and revealing a
minute light blue thong that barely covered her swollen pudenda. The prisoners
did not need to consult a psychologist before realising that this young minx was
an exhibitionist. She clearly took delight in prancing about, nearly naked, in
front of captive males. The only question in their minds was whether she would
then use their obvious interest as an excuse to hurt them even more. They soon
had their answer as she glanced around at their rampant organs.
"You really seem to have little control over those things between your legs,"
she snorted in disgust " By rights I should send for one of those kind
policewomen to deal with the problem or simply put you on report to the
Governor. Either way you would then receive a thrashing that you deserve.
However, a kind young girl like myself would hate to see you all have to take a
dozen with the heavy cane, especially over the bruises that you already have. On
the other hand, I simply cannot ignore it. Can I take it that you will all be
happy to accept another, say... two strokes...no better make it three to be on
the safe side, for me to forget that you lost control?"
A murmured gasp went round the floored males followed by a resigned... "Yes
Miss". She slid from the table, picked up the cane and flexing it remarked:
"I intend that you will be feeling this so I will lay on only one stroke....at a
time".
She carefully positioned a hard chair at the head of the room with the seat
facing away from the males. She then ordered them into a line with No1 at the
head but standing so that they could all see what was happening. The rules were
explained. On the command "next", the male was to march forward, bend over the
chair back with legs apart and place his hands palm down on the seat. Following
the stroke he would remain down and call the number of the stroke. On the
command "next" he would move to the rear of the room until next time. There was
to be no rubbing or scratching the new weal.
Miss Alton was full of surprises. She slipped off the jacket and stood naked
apart from her thong and high heeled shoes. Her figure was exquisite, and in the
opinion of more than one of her victims almost worth taking a thrashing to see.
Her large breasts were more than firm with swollen pale pink aerolea set on a
slim slightly tanned body. A flat stomach led down to her thong with her fair
pubic hair protruding above and around it. Her buttocks, the only unmarked pair
in the room were perfect little buns supported by firmly muscled long legs. Like
ogling schoolboys, the prisoners awaited her orders with a mixture of fear and
devotion. The next order came as another surprise.
"It must be some time since you last urinated, and I don't want any accidents as
I cane you," she pointed to Stewart. "You boy, fetch a bucket of some sort and a
pair of gloves and place them on this chair". Stewart knew from his previous
experiences exactly what Miss Alton required, he found them in the latrines and
quickly returned to the waiting girl. The large galvanised bucket was placed on
the chair and she ceremoniously donned the heavy red cleaning gloves calling the
first male forward.
It was unbelievable to all but Stewart, but the girl was actually going to make
them empty their bladders in front of her. Even more surprising was when she
ordered the first male to the bucket, was how she stood close at his side with
her breasts touching his left arm. She then placed her right gloved hand on his
buttocks, gripped his penis with her left hand and bent it down to point...into
the bucket. The young male wondered if he should try to explain how difficult it
was to urinate with an erection but thought better of it.
Miss Alton whispered words of encouragement in his ear whilst firmly squeezing
the shaft. After a wasted minute or so she announced in a louder voice that she
could always use the cane to encourage the flow and turning to the others
stating that she would add lay on a couple of strokes to any male who caused a
delay.
The prisoner made the extra effort and a thin jet was soon spurting hitting the
inner side of the bucket with a loud sound. As it tailed off, Miss Alton shook
the penis hard until it hit the bucket rim, then, satisfied, released it and
called for the next male in line. One by one, spurred on by the thought of even
more cane strokes, they emptied into the bucket under the young secretary's
close supervision. It was over half full when she nodded in Stewart's direction
for him to place it on the floor.
She picked up the cane, bent it through almost ninety degrees, gave it a few
practice swishes through the air and announced that the punishment would now
commence. The prisoners stood in line and waited. The first one was called
forward was the boy who had problems releasing his urine, now he looked even
more apprehensive as he leant over the chair and gripped the edges of the seat.
Even that movement caused the skin, tightened by the beating, to be stretched
over his buttocks. He gritted his teeth and waited.
All the other eyes in the room were centred on Miss Alton as she raised her slim
arm up high, bent it slightly, then brought it swishing down to lash the cane
across the target.
"One, thank you Miss Alton." Came the required response.
"Next" she called out, and the male at the front of the line marched smartly
forward to take up his position.
Again a firmly delivered stroke that had the male the recipient gasp.
One after the other the squad members presented themselves, absorbed the cane
and returned to the end of the line. Miss Alton's system was simple, most of
them were inexperienced and would have had problems in accepting six lashes
across their tightened wealed backsides, but just one stroke at a time was just
about acceptable to them. She refrained from laying the cane on the same spot
each time and elected to aim for one of the bruises or ridges that already
marked their rears.
One of the younger males had great difficulty in remaining in position for his
fifth stroke. Each time Miss Alton raised her cane he instinctively brought his
hands round to protect himself. It was only following a formal warning that,
just once more, and he would earn an extra couple of strokes for everyone that
he managed to control himself and take the vicious stinger that she inflicted.
The audible groan that went round the room as they heard the possibility of
having the "group" increased even more no doubt played its part. Even Stewart,
hardened as he was, had difficulty in holding position as he took his strokes.
Eventually it was over and she had them all standing facing the foot of their
beds and bent at ninety degrees from their waists, gripping the rail. She paced
up and down and eventually settled on the young male Stevens, who had nearly
refused to accept her caning. With a quick slap across his upthrust buttocks and
a curt "Follow me, the rest of you are to remain in position" she marched him
out of the room. It was to be a full ten minutes of back aching misery with the
skin on their buttocks tightening by the minute, until they returned.
The squad learned later that Miss Alton had missed out on the evening's earlier
entertainment and had simply took advantage of Stevens, requiring him to give
her the service that she required. There was no finesse involved, she simply
took him into the latrines, slipped down her thong and sat on the first
convenient toilet with her legs high and wide so that by kneeling on the
concrete floor he could access her crotch with his tongue and rapidly bring her
to a climax.
Stevens was then ordered to stand at the foot of his bed, as were the other
prisoners. Miss Alton, now dressed, as she was when she entered the room, bade
them goodnight and strutted out of the room leaving them to drag their sore and
aching bodies between the coarse blankets in the hope of sleeping for whatever
remained of the night.
Dawn was just on the horizon when the door opened with a crash and in came one
of the centre policewomen. She banged the metal rails at the foot of their beds
with her baton and ordered them to stand for inspection. Within seconds they
stood at attention, with most of them displaying a firm erection. She tapped
each one, none too gently with her staff as she moved between the lines,
grinning at their embarrassment.
"I want you lot out of the lavatories, shaved, showered, dressed and outside in
twenty minutes." She snapped. The cubicles had no doors and as each prisoner
completed his evacuations she strode up and down staring at them during their
intimate acts. In the showers they received no more privacy and were soon
outside in their skimpy shorts vests and trainers being marched down to the
canteen for breakfast.
Breakfast was remarkably good and the squad soon found themselves outside again
in the dawn light. The centre wardress told them that they would be continuing
their education later in the morning, but for now they were all due a session in
what she called the "Relief room". It was with puzzled expressions that she
jogged the thirteen males down the many roads and lanes to a long temporary
building next to the medical centre. She left them there in the care of another
wardress who paraded them outside so that she could address them.
Miss Novell started by introducing herself. She was in her early twenties, of
average height and a little overweight. Her long dark hair was fastened in a
regulation bun that partially sat under her hat and her plain face was covered
in freckles. She explained that at regular intervals the male prisoners were
brought to her rooms for the purpose of being sexually relieved as it was felt
to be bad for their health, not to mention self-control, if they were allowed to
go too long without release. It was her job to make that release as clinical and
as thorough as possible. They were there for relief and not enjoyment.
With that she marched them into what seemed to be a small cinema with a
projection TV screen on the far wall. They were told to sit in the hard seats
facing the screen, the lights dimmed and the video player was switched on. The
captions and references that came on the screen alerted Stewart if not the
others, to the fact that it was another of the training videos from the Female
Correctional system. It seemed to be one that was shown to limited members of
the public to either inform them about the regime or possibly act as a deterrent
to them falling foul of the system. The buildings that could be seen were
clearly of a different centre to the one that Stewart had been held in and the
video was of wardresses and females that he had never met.
It started by showing the new arrivals going through their initial reception. It
soon became obvious why it was being shown to them. Next to an overtly
pornographic tape they could not have seen more of the female prisoners. The
whole group were soon stripped of their civilian clothes and seen taking power
showers under the supervision of the staff. The camera then followed them into
the medical examinations where the bright lights and zoom lens left the nervous
females with no secrets as their orifices were searched and their bodies
clinically examined by both male and female nurses.
The scene changed to one where the females were paraded in their school uniforms
in a punishment room where the type of punishment that prisoners could expect
was demonstrated. Each subject had to position herself as directed for either a
dose of the hand, strap or paddle on either her buttocks thighs or inner thighs.
More formal punishments were shown with one naked, well-built prisoner receiving
a hard 15-stroke application of the cane. Later clips from the breast punishment
video that Stewart had seen earlier were on the screen. Suddenly the video was
stopped, the lights came on and the males were ordered to their feet.
The video had obviously achieved the require effect and every male had a
disgustingly erect penis poking out of his shorts as they were moved into the
adjacent room. Waiting for them were three middle-aged females dressed in street
clothes of jeans and shirts but with large red rubber aprons covering their
fronts that almost touched the floor. Their hands were encased in heavy rubber
gloves.
Miss Novell explained that these ladies were not staff members but volunteers
from the local community who regularly gave of their free time as "milk-maids"
to help in this room. From time to time a prisoner who lived locally had
recognised a lady that he knew socially or perhaps had met in the course of his
everyday life. This was one of the many penalties that he would have to pay for
being in conflict with the law, and any embarrassment would be entirely one
sided. They were to be addressed as "Madam" and follow their instructions to the
letter. She pointed out that each of them had the handle of some implement
sticking out of a top pocket in their aprons and hoped that they would not need
to demonstrate what they were for. The wardress then divided the males into
three groups of four and one of five, each group being told to follow one of the
ladies. Stewart found himself with three other males in a large well lit but
windowless room. The walls and floor were finished in white ceramic tiles and a
wooden horse type frame stood along one wall. The lady ordered them to kneel in
front of her and she perched herself on a tall stool looking down at them. She
was in her late forties, tall slim and business-like with greying hair tied in a
bun behind her head. She was far from pretty but had a handsome well defined
face.
"Good morning boys," she started smiling down at them. " My name is Mrs Pollard
and I have been appointed as your milker for this session: it will be my job to
ensure that you are fully drained before you leave. I intend that you will
undergo at least three ejaculations or extractions and whilst you are in here
you will be required to follow my every instruction. I can, and will correct any
lax behaviour that you might demonstrate. I will emphasise that you are here to
be drained and not to receive any unnecessary pleasure over and above the
minimum that is required for the job in hand. You will all stand, strip and I
will then inspect your genitalia".
The four leapt to their feet and quickly removed their trainers shorts and
shirt. Then they stood naked, side by side. They were called forward one at a
time to stand on a raised box with their feet wide apart and hands on their
head. The height of the box had been adjusted so that the crotch of the prisoner
was at a convenient level for the lady's hands and eyes. She gave one brief
warning to the room in general that she would require the subject to remain
still during the inspection.
The four examinations were identical.Firstly, she gripped the shaft of the
prisoner's penis with her left gloved hand and then, with the fingers of her
other hand, quickly forced the covering over his glans to the rear. She then
twisted the skinned organ in every direction to check it for cleanliness. She
paid particular attention to the ridge where the glans joined each shaft pulling
it harshly away from its natural position to check for any deposits. She then
transferred her attentions to the scrotum pulling it clear of the crotch as she
checked the cleanliness of the area. Finally she moved to the rear of the
displayed inmate, pulled his heavily marked bottom-cheeks apart and checked his
anus. Unlike many genital inspections, she did not take every opportunity to
cause as much discomfort as possible. This was merely a businesslike hygiene
check and nothing more. Any embarrassment that the recipient felt was purely
unintended. The males watched each other with feigned indifference but a secret
interest in observing how the others were formed, and of course, the respective
organ sizes. She asked each of them the same questions: left or right handed,
how long since their last ejaculation, how that was achieved and so on.
"I'm pleased to see that you are all reasonable clean, at least for the moment.
We will now proceed to your first procedure. You will all kneel upright facing
the far wall, two feet apart, knees wide and about a metre from the tiles. Place
your hands on your heads until told otherwise".
The males were quickly in position. She picked up a black plastic bottle with a
squeeze nozzle and, moving between the men and the tiles ordered them to hold
out their left hands into which she poured a generous helping of some form of
clear liquid.
"I have decided that since you are all right-handed, you will use your left
hands to stimulate yourselves. On the command "pump" you will all grasp your
organs with your left hand and commence rhythmic pumping so that you complete
one pump from the tip to the base and back again every second. You will hear a
metronome behind you and you will keep in time. On the command "stop" you will
immediately cease activity and place both hands on your head. You will under no
circumstances ejaculate until I give permission. I will now start the
metronome".
The silence was broken by the insistent "clock-clock-clock".
"Pump!"
Four hands flew down to their rampant organs and started to pump backwards and
forwards with the oil dripping beneath them. Stewart felt incredibly humiliated
in having to carry out the act in public, and in front of other males, but knew
better than to object in any way. In truth, all four males pumped with more
enthusiasm than was actually called for in the hope of achieving the release of
an orgasm.
After only a minute Mrs Pollard shouted "Stop". All but one male obeyed but a
young fair-haired youth continued seemingly oblivious to the command. A hard
slap across his face brought him to his senses and he found himself looking up
at the lady milker.
"I had hoped that we could get through this session without the need for any
corrections," she started. " The state of your backsides should have convinced
me that you were a disobedient lot without that little display. Unfortunately,
my powers of punishment are limited to the use of this little slapper." She
continued as she produced the device from her pocket. It had an eighteen-inch
flexible handle at the end of which was a square of rubber four inches wide and
three inches deep. To Stewart it looked an almost gentle form of discipline
rather like a small paddle. Mrs Pollard soon proved otherwise.
" I'm afraid that this will hurt, but I hope that it will do you some good boy,"
she muttered as she leant down next to the offender, lifted his penis clear of
his body with her left hand and then firmly slapped his dangling testes with the
device. It struck home with an audible "Thuck" that left the victim groaning and
doubled up.
"I would much prefer to take a cane to your backsides, but as this is the only
approved instrument for me to use on you louts, you may rest assured that I will
make it hurt. Now, just one more slap and then we can continue."
She leant over the shaking youth, waited until he had assumed the upright
kneeling position with hands on head, lifted the limp penis clear and gave him a
second slap across the swinging organs.
Stewart knew only too well how the second blow in that area always seemed to be
far worse. The whole body knew what was coming and braced for the impact, but it
always hurt. Certainly the male reacted by doubling up until his forehead
touched the tiled floor and lay there whimpering to himself until the order came
to commence pumping again. Somehow he managed to kneel erect and start work
again on the flaccid penis and soon he was back in rhythm with the others. This
time there was no order to stop but instead they were told to continue to an
ejaculation. The metronome was silenced, she told them to concentrate on the
video that they had just seen and ordered them to release as she counted down.
As she counted down from ten, the four pumped furiously faster concentrating on
the mental pictures but fighting to keep themselves in check. Stewart was dimly
aware that the male next to him spurted at the count of five but just managed to
hold on until the word "now!" before he released in a wave of tension and
pleasure.
They were allowed a few minutes to reflect on their humiliation before being
ordered back into the video room where they were told to take a seat. The screen
was soon filled with a tape of the female prisoners undergoing physical
training. They were dressed in the vest, short skirt and trainers. It soon
became apparent that the cameraman was a male from the low shots that revealed
their small panties and then closed in the chests of the larger girls to catch
the movements of their unsupported breasts. From time to time, one of the
twenty or so prisoners would be called forward, ordered to bend, and be given
three of the strap for slacking. From the amount of exercises that included
being bent over or lying down with legs spread it was fairly obvious that the
tape had been made especially for the purpose of exciting males. The final five
minutes consisted of more exercise for the sweating females, but with their thin
vests removed so that the full effects of a female being exercised without
breast support could be appreciated.
The camera concentrated mainly on a tall dark haired girl with huge swinging
breasts. The expression on her face conveyed the discomfort and pain that the
flopping boobs were causing her, but she still worked hard and followed the
orders of the young instructor. The video did its work and as they were led back
into Mrs Pollard's room, all were fully erect again.
She greeted them by ordering the first male through the door to mount the stand
and take up the present position. She gave no explanation of what was to happen.
She simply stood to his side with his organ level with her shoulders, roughly
pushed his foreskin back and dipping her fingers into a small box, dropped some
form of sand over the exposed organ. She then poured a liberal amount of fluid
over the member and, steadying herself by placing her left hand on his buttocks,
commenced a rhythmic pumping with her rubber gloved right hand. The look of
anguish on the victim's face informed the others just how painful the irritant
sand was. Clearly, this was her way of reducing any pleasurable effects to the
minimum.
It was the younger male, the second to the block, who seemed to find the
experience rather humiliating as well as painful. He stood, blushing to his very
roots as the hand did its work. Later, all of them agreed that unlike most
females, this lady really knew how to masturbate a male: a steady rhythm coupled
with just the right grip as the slippery glove passed backwards and forwards
over the exposed glans. Finally, just before the spurt, she firmly cupped the
scrotum and increased the rate of movement confirming that she was in total
charge of his body, even though the pleasures of the orgasm were upon him.
The only rest they were allowed before the next extraction was that they would
be dealt with in the same sequence as the hand relief. Mrs Pollard was joined by
a much younger lady with a slim body and her hair in a long pigtail. She wore
the same rubber apron but had just a thin pair of latex gloves on her long thin
feminine hands.
"The final extraction of sperm will be carried out by Miss Kemble here. It will
be by prostate massage and will confer little or no pleasure. She will simply
milk you until we are both satisfied that you are effectively "dry".
A stool was produced with a square flat leather covered seat. The seat itself
was removed leaving a square opening. The first male was told to lay over the
stool with his genitals hanging down through the hole. Mrs Pollard picked up a
transparent plastic open neck bottle with graduations down the side and squatted
down by the stool. She slid the opening over the dangling flaccid penis and
roughly taped it round the top to just behind the glans.
Miss Kemble applied a large dab of some cream from a tube to the fingers of her
right hand and stood leaning over the upturned buttocks. With her left hand she
parted his cheeks and without a word of explanation, let alone comfort, she
jabbed her index finger into his anal ring...and milked.
Stewart was soon over the frame himself with the sample bottle taped in place.
Even though he was expecting the penetrative fingers they came as a painful
shock. Unlike his previous mechanical milking this was a brusque callous
procedure that the young milker intended to be as brief as possible. Applying
firm pressure to the prostate and it sides he was soon producing results into
the waiting jar. Despite Mrs Pollard's confirmation of the result the younger
female continued to press and rub in a decidedly uncomfortable action that had
Stewart's sphincter grip her fingers in protest.
Eventually she was satisfied that he had been adequately drained and withdrew
with an audible plop. Stewart was ordered to his feet and replaced over the
frame by the next supplier. Mrs Pollard removed the tape and bottle, replaced
the screw top and returned to monitor his replacement.
In no time the four were finished with and dismissed to the showers after which
they slipped on the skimpy vest and shorts. They were then escorted to the next
lecture of the day as they resumed the routine in the education block.
The teacher who took their time up until the lunch break was on loan from one of
the local comprehensives. She was in her mid-forties and took them all through a
basic revision of maths. She made a point of telling them that she felt the
punitive methods used at the centre to be counter-productive to learning and by
her superb teaching skills, soon had the thickest of the class performing well.
The whole class was relaxed as they marched to the canteen in the belief that
their conditions were improving. For once they were not rushed and all enjoyed
the leisurely meal before being told to form their squad outside the canteen.
They were joined by the other new intake including a worried looking Gilpin who
had presumably just been through the equivalent of the milking session with her
squad. She just managed to exchange glances with Stewart as they passed each
other. As they formed into a squad they soon realised that their period of
comfort and relaxation was over. Standing in front of them was a wardress
dressed in a tracksuit and trainers; they were about to experience a period of
physical training in the harsh hands of Miss Stanley.
Jane Stanley appeared to her many friends and acquaintances as an average young
girl, straight out of one of the colleges that specialised in sports training.
She was around 5 foot 5 inches tall, slim, and clearly extremely fit. Her long
fair hair was swept back from a pleasing feminine face and restricted by a
device that let it hang down behind her head in a ponytail. She wore no make-up
but her face radiated good health. Even white teeth were set in a rather
thin-lipped mouth, which was possibly the only clue as to her true nature.
She had graduated with a good degree and then, joining the Service, went on to a
further training course at the Training Centre for Correctional staff in what
was euphemistically called "Prisoner Physical Rehabilitation". She was at home
with both the training of male and female prisoners and specialised in what she
admitted to her closest colleagues as "Forced PT". The squad viewed her with
some trepidation but they had the possible advantage of being new. The downright
fear that she engendered in the other inmates had yet to be learned. Miss
Stanley was a person who could be relied upon to force the very best out of each
prisoner. She stood, with her hands behind her back and addressed them.
"Good afternoon. I am the PT Instructress at this centre and I will be taking
your for your first period of training. I am well aware of the procedures that
you have just been through and will tolerate no lack of effort because you have
been drained. I am also aware that you have all been recently beaten for one
thing or another and are feeling both sore and stiff. I am however aware that
you have all been medically examined and that there is no possibility of me
exercising you to the point of permanent injury. In other words, once I start
your training I will accept no excuses for stiffness, slacking or exhaustion.
You will carry out the exercises that I order until I say you can stop and there
will be no special consideration for you girl"; she nodded in the direction of
Gilpin. Are there any questions?"
A few muttered "No Miss's were heard".
They started easily enough with a brisk jog down a cinder path towards an area
near the main gate. The cinder track went all the way around a large flat
expanse of grass that ran up to the tall wire fence that surrounded the centre.
There were already a few females of varying ages lounging around on the other
side expecting that the local spectator sport was about to commence. They
watched with amused grins as the shaven headed squad trotted round the track led
by Miss Stanley. Their amusement changed to incredulity when they realised that
one of the "males" appeared to be carrying an awful lot of weight around his
chest and it slowly sank in that there was a female in the squad.
The initial exercises were designed to simply warm them up but due to their lack
of fitness, they were soon breaking sweat. Running on the spot, jumping with
arms and feet astride and all the usual exercises were commanded by Miss
Stanley, sometimes by the use of her whistle that hung round her neck on a
lanyard. Then came the stretching movements. Males who had not tried to touch
their toes for years bent with legs together forcing their outstretched
fingertips down towards their toes. Stewart was just behind Gilpin who found all
the moves easy thanks to her supple body. Others were not so fit or fortunate
and one by one they were told to form a separate line to the side of the main
squad.
More jogging was then ordered. The two squads trotted round the perimeter of
the field with Miss Stanley standing in the middle calling alternately for
faster or slower paces. Eventually she called them into the two groups and
watched them, perspiration soaking their clothes and gasping for breath.
"Fat, slow and generally unfit!" she snorted. "And to make things worse some of
you," nodding towards the smaller squad, seem to think that no effort is
required. I will give you one last chance to put some effort into your exercise.
You will all run twice round that tree and back here, and heaven help the last
six to reach me!"
She indicated towards a large oak that stood at least five hundred metres away
up a steep slope. A sharp blast on her whistle and they were off at a brisk pace
with Stewart well in the lead. Gilpin, breasts bouncing under her vest, was
close behind but when they had rounded the tree and were on the home run back to
the security fencing, several of the group were still making their gasping and
sweaty way up the slope. At least three or four had to stop whilst they threw up
the contents of their stomachs. The last eight were made to form the "slackers"
group and it was an interesting comment on Miss Stanley's original assessment
that it contained all but one of the males that she had already picked out.
The crowd of curious females on the other side of the fence had grown to around
a dozen. Some were accompanied by excited dogs and the rest were just there in
the hope of seeing some of the male prisoners at close hand. The daily sessions
by Miss Stanley were obviously a local attraction, and the patience of the
watchers was about to be rewarded.
The instructor slipped of her tracksuit to reveal a tight white blouse and short
navy-blue pleated skirt. The outline of a sports-bra could be seen through the
blouse material, even though the girl's small breasts, unlike Gilpin's, could
hardly present a movement problem to her. She spoke to them.
"We are certainly finding out who the idle fat bastards are, and consequently
those that I need to concentrate on the most. We will start by cooling you down
a little. Strip off those vests and pants, you can continue the session naked".
With nervous glances towards the tittering spectators the men quickly slipped of
their thin protection. The temperature suddenly felt several degrees colder as
their body sweat rapidly evaporated in the light wind. The embarrassment of
exposure soon caused three of them to start erecting but fortunately Miss
Stanley chose to ignore their reaction, leaving the comments and pointing to her
audience. She slipped the whistle from around her neck, stood in front of the
shivering naked group and spoke.
" Time for a little encouragement. I assure you that you will attain a high
standard of fitness but it may take a little time. I will not tolerate slacking
at any time and I will now demonstrate two of the many ways that I will employ
to encourage hard work".
She went back to the trousers of her tracksuit, removed a right hand glove and
slipped the thin black leather on her hand. She then ordered them into a line
standing side by side with feet spread wide. She walked over to the first in
line, reached down to his genitals and without hesitation cupped the scrotum in
her gloved hand...and squeezed until the male's legs buckled. She slowly moved
down the line repeating the assault until all eight were doubled up and fighting
the pain. Then she ordered them all to kneel on the damp grass close to the
fence but facing inwards. They were then told to place their knees wide and bend
until their foreheads touched the grass. Even some of the local ladies found
this spread position embarrassing and turned away.
The other group watched as she ran the lanyard that held her whistle through her
left hand. On closer inspection it was a two foot six inch loop of knotted
leather thong. Slowly she stood, feet wide apart, over the shoulders of the
first male in line facing his splayed feet. Leaning over she raised her
improvised whip over her shoulders and brought it whistling down into the valley
between the buttocks. It struck home with a loud crack that was followed by a
yelp from her young victim. She gave him five more until she had his backside
twisting in a futile attempt to land the leather on a less sensitive area than
the anal cleft.
The next seven received the lash in the same way. Some took it well, two earned
extras by kicking backwards with their feet in an attempt to close their
buttocks and protect their anal area. Miss Stanley ensured that the extra three
strokes went a little lower than the others so that the offenders were left
clutching their scrotums which had been caught by the flying end of the lanyard.
She concluded by picking up one of the discarded vests and using it to wipe her
lanyard free of male sweat before replacing it round her neck. The young woman
continued putting them all through their paces until a limping, stiff and sore
group ran back to the changing rooms and a hot shower.
They were soon all back in their temporary uniforms, marching to the next lesson
with Stewart wondering just how long his stay at this new hell hole would be.
