Chapter 47.
The basic arithmetic lesson continued for what seemed to be ages. The teacher,
Mrs Goodman, was in her mid forties dowdy and overweight. She insisted on total
concentration and absolute accuracy in solving the simple but lengthy sums that
she set on the blackboard. Each prisoner had to write both his answers and
working on a sheet of plain paper and then queue in line like a schoolboy to
have them checked. Up to three errors were permitted and any more resulted in
the offender forming a separate line. When all the papers were marked this line
was then dealt with.
As usual, Mrs Goodman was allowed to use her discretion on how classroom
discipline should be maintained. She favoured the use of small leather paddle
and Stewart, first in line was the first to receive it. She sat in a high-backed
chair and ordered him to lie over her ample skirted lap so that his face was
inches from the chalk-dusty floor. Holding his neck well down with her left
hand, she then proceeded to pull the flimsy bottoms of his shorts well up and
applied three hard whacks to the backs of each bare thigh. The paddle was small
but thick and with the weight of the woman behind it, impacted with some force
on the tight muscle forcing his bunched up genitalia against her heavy tweed
skirt. Three slaps landed on the same spot on each leg creating serious pain
even to the experienced male. As he stood upright he began to appreciate that
several such applications during the lesson would be a considerable incentive to
work accurately.
The second victim was being beaten when the classroom door opened and one of the
centre policewomen entered. Making the usual apologies to the teacher she
announced that Stewart was on report to the Human Resources Officer and that she
was to escort him there immediately. His thighs were still searing from the
paddle and Stewart had a hard time taking in the new instructions. Prisoners
simply never got to meet the prison administrators other than on the most
serious of occasions. The usual panic rose in his throat as he realised that
such visits usually resulted in the harsher levels of punishment even though he
could think of no offence that he had committed. He almost smiled at his thought
process! Surely by now he should be able to accept that there didn't have to be
a reason for anything that these bitches did to their charges, if one of them
felt like belting a prisoner she would go right ahead until her frustrations
could be worked out of her system. The relatively simple job of finding an
excuse was hardly a problem.
The policewoman set a cracking pace as Stewart fell in behind her. They were
soon at the administrative building and outside a door marked Human Resources.
Another moment of panic set in as he remembered how he had in his previous job,
taken every opportunity of undermining the lady who filled that position in his
firm, regarding her as a glorified typist with delusions and far too much power.
Could it be...would the person behind the door know about his past remarks? The
policewoman knocked firmly on the door and went in to announce his arrival.
Stewart soon found himself left in the charge of a secretary who surveyed him
from behind her desk with clear disapproval. She was in her mid thirties with
hair pulled back in a bun and small rimless glasses perched on her nose. She was
neither pretty nor particularly ugly but obviously someone who knew how to
handle male prisoners. Her eyes scanned the flat screen monitor and then,
peering over the top of her spectacles, met his.
"Your new aren't you?" she enquired and Stewart agreed.
"Then read these instructions on how Miss Armstrong requires that you behave in
her office." She handed him a sheet of foolscap paper in a plastic laminate.
They were certainly detailed and informed him that he had to be completely
stripped, how he was to enter the room and what to do at every stage of the
interview. The sheet was clearly designed to contain as many petty rules as
possible so that she would have as many opportunities as possible to complain
about his behaviour. He only had time to read them once before they were
snatched from him.
"Well, Stewart, what are you waiting for? Get naked and leave your rags on that
side table!"
He quickly slipped of his vest and shorts, placed the trainers under the table
and stood to attention trying to remember enough of the briefing sheet to avoid
bringing more trouble down on his shaven head. The secretary opened the
adjoining door, spoke briefly to the occupant of the next room and announced:
"Stewart...quick march!"
Following the instructions he marched smartly into the larger well-lit room and
came to a halt marking time with his bare feet on the thick carpet in front of a
large polished desk. He kept his eyes to the front and made sure that his knees
were pumping at nearly waist level with his deflated member swinging freely. A
voice behind him ordered him to stop.
A young female, probably aged around twenty-five came round and sat in the seat
behind the desk. Stewart was forced to rethink his original opinion that all the
staff were plain ugly. Miss Armstrong had long almost white hair tied in a bun
behind her head. She had enormous blue mischievous eyes set in a pale face with
pouting red lips surrounding perfect white teeth. She was tall, very slim with
only slight protrusions under her white blouse where her breasts were. She was
even smiling at him. On her desk lay the usual office paper work but more
ominously there was his thick personal file with his photograph on the front
cover. Next to it lay a set of what looked like the tongs that the saleswoman
had demonstrated on him some time ago. He maintained a rigid stance at
attention...and hoped.
"Well, Stewart. You seem to have made a rather bad start here at the Centre, I
expect that you were mollycoddled at the female place but will benefit from some
real discipline in the hands of the staff here. I read that you have already
required correction, turn around so that I can see the results".
He turned still at attention, but was soon ordered to spread his legs and bend
double. He could fell his scrotum hanging free and concentrated hard so that he
wouldn't add an erection to his problems. He hear Miss Armstrong stand and saw
her high heels as she moved round the desk and sat on the front, just within
arms reach of his stretched backside. He heard the scrape as she picked up what
was probably the tongs and then felt the tips tracing a line across his weals.
She carefully selected a particularly sensitive ridge on his right cheek and
gripped it between the steel prongs, squeezing until he fidgeted with his feet.
"Keep still Boy!" she snapped to the prisoner as if he was the junior in years.
The tongs were then transferred to between his spread and sore thighs and
closed, almost gently on his right testicle. She jiggled it experimentally
before transferring her grip to the left dangling bulb, gripping it all too
firmly so that he strained to keep still and gasped aloud.
"I see that you have yet to undergo one of the Centre Testicular punishments,
take it from me, they really bring a male into line quickly. Perhaps I should
write you up for one and send you down the medical centre to receive it. Believe
me Stewart, by the time you have limped back here waddling with your legs wide,
your attitude will have improved beyond all measure".
He speculated on what these bitches would hit a defenceless male's scrotum with,
and then realised that he was falling into her psychological trap and cleared
his mind to concentrate on remaining still and flaccid. The prongs were then
transferred to slide up and down between his parted buttocks with the cold tip
nuzzling his exposed anus. Between his legs he could see that she was now
sitting on the edge of her desk with her knees just parted and her tight skirt
riding up her thighs. Despite his efforts, he found his eyes drawn to the dark
gap between the legs where he could just see the flash of panty crotch.
He tried to clear his mind but by the time he was ordered to stand and face her,
his penis was already hardening. Smiling, she gripped the tip in her tongs and
shook it from side to side until its rigidity became established and then,
gripping the foreskin, forced it back up the shaft to expose him.
"My my Stewart, what a brave little boy you are. I may well have to thrash you
for this display, and, over the top of all your present weals and bruises...you
will really feel it. Did you know that I can thrash prisoners without any
reference to any other staff member?"
Stewart, feeling real fear and once again that awful acceptance of this young
lady's authority mumbled his reply, "Nnno Miss".
"Well I can. I can select one of these canes from the rack and lay it across
your buttocks until you scream...and then thrash you even more for making a
noise".
She slid off the desk and walked round to the rack of implements with her hips
wriggling. She picked a long, straight, meaty rod with a leather handgrip and
swished it experimentally in front of him.
Stewart thought that he was hardened to this level of female authority, but
found that this young girl terrified him. He knew that she had the power to make
him feel real pain, and that she would certainly use it when she had finished
playing with his emotions. He found that his entire body was shaking with fear
as he stood before her. She walked slowly and seductively back to him and slid
her slim backside back on to the desktop. She tapped the exposed glans with the
tip of the cane making it bob up and down. She then ran the tip round and under
his scrotum causing his nervous shaking to noticeably increase. She then leant
back across the desk allowing her skirt to ride up as she pressed a button on
her telephone. She had just resumed her sitting position when the door opened
and in came the secretary.
"I am about to deal with Stewart and I thought that you would like to witness
the event," Miss Armstrong smiled at the older woman.
It was Miss Armstrong who started to giggle and then laugh; the secretary soon
joined her in the joke.
"For heavens sake Dave, lighten up a bit. You take life far too seriously!"
The shaking Stewart was dumbfounded. The attitude had suddenly changed and here
was this woman calling him by his first name, a name that he had almost
forgotten about since his incarceration. Suspecting a trap, he remained silent,
but the expression on his face betrayed his thoughts to the two amused females.
Miss Armstrong took the lead and spoke.
"This was supposed to be a career interview, so you must forgive my little joke
and having you strip like one of the prisoners. You see your perseverance as a
prisoner at the female corrections place and on the work in the community has
not gone unnoticed. The lady that you worked for was so impressed with the way
you dealt with two German females, that she has used her considerable influence
to put you forward for training as a corrections officer. This doesn't mean that
you will be released but it does mean that if you pass the course, you will have
a hell of an easier time than you have so far. I'm Jenny by the way".
Stewart found himself in the incongruous position of being treated as an equal
by the two women, of shaking them both by the hand and exchanging smiles and
general chat and yet still being naked and still displaying his disciplinary
marks. The situation was resolved by "Jenny", as he now knew her, handing him a
cardboard prison storage box. In it were his clothes that he last wore when he
reported for training at the female correctional centre all those weeks ago.
He quickly dressed in the shirt, chinos and jacket noting that all the items had
been dry cleaned or washed by unseen hands. From then on the day became a blur
as he was taken to the wardresses restaurant for a late lunch and then into a
car for the drive to the Training Centre, or so he thought.
He was accompanied by one of the staff dressed now in her civilian clothes. A
thirties something slim girl with her fair hair hanging loose around her
shoulders who introduced herself as Jayne Burgess. Attractive rather than pretty
she soon had Stewart wondering whether her friendly attitude might lead to
something more physical. What she said as she skilfully manoeuvred her large car
through busy traffic soon had his mind following other paths. It seemed that she
had to carry out an assessment on her way to the destination.
The rules had changed since his own collection and delivery by the police. It
now seemed that a prisoner would first be visited by a Corrections officer
before any transfer to a centre. They would interview, examine and assess the
male or female in their own home environment. The aim was to obtain a basic
assessment of their levels of obedience to orders and to get them used to the
idea of accepting handling and discipline from a figure of authority. It had
been found that this procedure often prevented outbursts of rebellion during the
first few hours at a centre that could easily disturb the other prisoners. It
had also been found that, by taking along one or two of the many candidates for
the job of corrections officer, these preliminary checks could also be used for
assessing the applicant's suitability for employment.
The previous day she had interviewed a male prisoner and took great delight in
telling Stewart what had happened. With her were two younger females who were
being considered for the job. The younger, just nineteen, was on holiday from
university and the other, 23 and a serving policewoman, was looking for a change
of career direction.
Their victim, as Stewart thought of him, was a forty-five year old newspaper
reporter who had foolishly written an article in the local press that was
critical of a local lady politician. He had found himself tried and sentenced to
eight months in a Correction Centre within twenty-four hours.
He was kept waiting as appears to be the norm and the three inquisitors
eventually arrived at his house at mid-day. He had followed the instructions
that he had been sent and was alone when they knocked at the door. They soon had
him stripped and seated uncomfortably on a stool, legs wide under their critical
gaze. The Wardress confessed that she was surprised how quickly the other two
novices settled into their new authority and, in a whispered conversation to
each other had taken a bet on how quickly they could embarrass the male into an
erection, just by staring at him.
The wardress sat in the centre of a sofa with one of the candidates sprawled on
either side of her. She could see out of the corners of her eyes how they
deliberately allowed their short skirts to ride up as they focussed their eyes
on the flaccid penis and scrotum before them. Despite the wretch's efforts, he
slyly glanced in their direction and his penis soon started to harden. In just
under a minute it was standing out from the pubic area; a sharp tap on the tip
from a cane did little to subdue his emotions. He started badly by saying that
he was desperately in need of a visit to the toilet so the policewoman was told
to take him there and much to his embarrassment supervised his urination.
As soon as he was returned to the room the questioning, designed to be intrusive
started. His replies were greeted by comments either of disgust or sheer
disbelief from the two juniors. Between them they soon had the male's face red
with shame and his eyes downcast.
Stewart was told that no answers were ever taken at face value, and that he
would be required to remember the answers that lacked a ring of truth so that
they could be repeated later when the prisoner was under duress. Although he
enquired what form that duress took, he was told to be patient as the technique
would almost certainly have to be employed later today with the female and he
would see it in action.
She then went on to give but a tantalisingly brief account of the visit where
she seemed to have given the two girls a remarkably free hand to hurt, humiliate
and punish the new prisoner so that she could assess their abilities. It was
always interesting she commented, to see how quickly the candidates assumed the
role of authoritarian. The younger girl demonstrated a biting and caustic verbal
control over the much older man whereas the policewoman took a more physical
line and dished out frequent face slaps that must have left his ears ringing.
Both had managed to add to his humiliation by emphasising their sexuality;
brushing against him and allowing him sneaky glances at their thighs as they sat
in front of him. Naturally any reaction from the male required some sort of
correction and both girls seemed to thoroughly enjoy watching Miss Burgess lay a
cane across his backside.
Relieved that he had escaped that particular fate, he realised that, with luck,
she would extend the same freedom to him with the woman that they were about to
meet. With Stewart still speculating on what form of duress was used, he was
told to remove a file from her briefcase and read it.
"That is the letter that we send to the female prisoners about a week before we
interview them. It ensures that they have time to make all the arrangements
before we arrive and helps to create the right mind-set so that they don't give
us any problems during the procedures. We also send this copy of the rules and
regulations for the Correctional Centre so that they have something to memorise
and worry about. It can also be rather fun questioning them on the rules to see
if they have done their homework."
Stewart read the letter:
Female Correctional Centre. Pre-admittance interview.
You have been sentenced to a period of correction in the above facility. Prior
to your collection and delivery to the centre, you will be visited in your home
by a Corrections Officer for the purpose of carrying out an initial assessment
of your level of obedience, and to determine your level of fitness and general
condition by physical examination. From time to time the officer may be
accompanied by persons of both genders undergoing assessment for employment as
Corrections Officer.
Dress:
Shirt type blouse. Loose fitting plain skirt. High heels. Underwear will be a
white brassiere (This may be of the support style), small white panties of the
thong or bikini type, stockings with or without suspender belt.
Arrangements:
The Officer and if required, the candidates for consideration of employment,
will arrive at approximately 0930hours. You may or may not be advised by
telephone of any delay. You must answer the door within five seconds of the
knock and show him/her to the interview room. This will normally be a sitting
room. There will be a comfortable armchair, in front of that will be placed a
stool. You will prepare a coffee to his/her requirements. Any time the officer
or his/her assistants enter a room or you enter a room where they are, you will
curtsy. You will address males as "Sir" and females as "Miss" at all times.
You will normally stand at attention with feet together, shoulders braced and
hands at your side. If you are told to stand at ease you will stand with your
legs slightly parted and hands clasped behind your back. If you are told to
assume the present position, you will stand with feet wide apart, hands clasped
behind your head and shoulders braced. If you are told to sit for the interview
you will position yourself on the stool with back straight, knees together and
hands on knees. If you are told to sit as ease you will open your legs at ninety
degrees and clasp your hands behind your waist.
Equipment:
You will make a pointer available for the interview.
For the examination phase, you will prepare a bedroom with the bed stripped of
everything but the bottom sheet and two pillows. The room will also contain a
hardback chair and a stool. The room will be well lit. Three glasses of water
will be available.
You will supply: A flexible spatula. Wooden spoon. Clothes pegs. Tweezers.
Cotton wool buds. Enough dried peas to fill two cups. Stiff nailbrush. Large
tray. Wood backed hairbrush. Elastic bands of various sizes. Kleenex tissues.
E45 cream.
For examination by the corrections officer: your previous weeks collection of
brassieres and panties awaiting laundry.
Comments and advice:
This procedure will take between three and four hours. Most prisoners find it
extremely humiliating and uncomfortable, particularly the necessary probing and
handling of your body by both male and female officers. To test your obedience,
the officers may take advantage of your body in any way that they see fit. It is
in your own interests to obey the orders of the correctional officer and his/her
assistants without question and to satisfy his/her requirements. You will
thoroughly wash immediately prior to the examination. Female prisoners will wear
make up. You will remove any item of clothing on demand and take up any position
that is deemed necessary. Despite any embarrassment, distaste, discomfort or
pain that you feel during the examination you will do your utmost to remain in
position. An application of E45 cream is recommended to the following areas
before the interview: Breasts (including nipples), buttocks and upper thighs
(including inner thighs). .
You will by now know that a strict regime of corporal punishment is in use in
the correction centre. Should you fail to show adequate respect, fail to obey an
order or display the slightest trace of disobedience the Corrections Officer is
authorised to inflict a suitable level of punishment on any area of your body
that he/she determines appropriate. In the event of a lack of co-operation on
your part, he/she may also make a recommendation that you be formally punished
with a severe thrashing as soon as you arrive at the Centre. It will be up to
you to impress the Officer with your obedience and acceptance of his authority
to the point that he considers such an adverse report to be unnecessary.
He could immediately imagine the miserable week that the female would experience
awaiting the visit, the embarrassment of having to shop for the items and the
secret dread of what their purpose would be. Glancing at his watch he asked if a
'phone call had been made to let the prisoner know that they wouldn't be
arriving until around three in the afternoon.
"Certainly not, she is there for our convenience not we for hers!" snapped his
supervisor. "It will do her the world of good to sit there on the edge of her
seat for a few hours imagining that every sound is us arriving at her door. The
real problem that she will face is when she wants to visit the toilet, should
she go and risk not hearing the door or should she hang on a few more minutes?
Two things usually happen, either she wets herself or we arrive to find that she
has a rather full bladder which makes life even more embarrassing for her!"
Perhaps, Stewart thought, he still felt for the woman as a fellow prisoner
rather than as someone who was to be deliberately mistreated. He was making a
mental adjustment to his attitude when they pulled up outside a large block of
flats in an expensive area. Jayne swiftly took a long thin bag out of the boot
for Stewart to carry and clutching her brief case strode ahead of him towards
the lifts. With only a brief glance at her notes she pressed the button for the
fifth floor and they were soon standing outside a non-descript door.
She gently tapped the door three times and started to count quietly to herself.
On the count of four the door was opened by a frightened looking female in her
late thirties. She was tall and heavily built with long fair hair hanging down
to her shoulders. There was a moment of frozen terror and then she bobbed a low
curtsy and stood back to allow them in. With imperious strides Jayne led them
both into the hallway, turned and spoke as the door was closed.
"Good afternoon Heathcott, which is the interview room?"
Hesitatingly, the woman stammered a response and pointed towards a door. Calling
out an order for two coffees with milk and no sugar over her shoulder, Jayne led
Stewart into the large airy sitting room. She settled into the large settee and
indicated that he should sit to her left and to place his bag on the carpeted
floor alongside his seat. About five feet in front of them was a small stool
with a flat padded top. She gave his thigh a conspiratorial squeeze and spoke to
him in a whisper.
"Let me set the pace to start with, I will do my best to wind her up even more
than she is at present- before we even touch her. Pass me the longer cane out of
your bag."
The woman came into the room carrying a tray on which rested the two mugs of
coffee. Having handed them to the two officers, she placed the tray on a low
table and assumed the attention position in front of them. Stewart lay back
running his eyes over her body, from the high-heeled feet, over the pleated
skirt and blouse and up to her nervous face. She was certainly on the large size
but with the size of breasts that often could be found on larger females. She
had already seen the cane that was casually resting on Miss Burgess's lap and
listened intently as she was given her first order which was to slowly turn
around to face sideways.
Stewart's eyes were immediately driven to look at the curve of what seemed to be
a pair of very large breasts that pressed against the tight material of her
white shirt. Both nipples could be seen jutting out even though they remained,
for the time being, protected by two layers of cotton. She was then ordered to
face away from them and bend over with her legs together. Miss Burgess leant
forward and lifted the rear of the skirt upwards giving it a flick so that it
lay on the female's back. Two sturdy legs with heavy thighs were exposed and a
large firm pair of buttocks with the pair of small white panties almost
disappearing into the cleft between them. She made no comment to the woman but
simply prodded the thighs and buttocks several times with the tip of the cane
leaving small red spots.
Next she was told to sit on the stool, which she did adopting the correct
position with knees together with her hands resting on them. Stewart sensed that
the interview was about to begin.
Miss Burgess addressed her, looking directly into her wide-open eyes:
"I see from your file that you have been sentenced to six months in the
Correctional Centre for insolence to a parking warden".
Heathcott mumbled her agreement. She was still fuming about the injustice of it
all. She had read about the new legislation requiring co-operation with anyone
in authority, but had no idea that it would apply to a woman in her position.
The warden concerned had been scarcely out of his teens and had been both
officious and patronising to her when she had exceeded her parking limit by a
couple of minutes. She was not to know that he had deliberately targeted her
simply out of envy on account of her rather splendid Jaguar. The rest was easy
for him when she had sworn and called him "sonny". The police were on scene in
seconds and she found herself handcuffed before the local lady magistrate who
took but seconds to pronounce sentence.
And now this. She at last accepted that she was in deep trouble and summed up
her considerable inner strength to accept whatever was coming her way. The
problem was that given her forceful personality and her embarrassment at even
sitting in front of them, would she be able to accept their authority or would
she make things worse for herself?
She would soon find out.
Miss Burgess announced that she would be asking some rather personal questions
and that she would be expecting totally honest answers. She then told her to
part her knees to ninety degrees and clasp her hands behind her neck with her
elbows forced back. The latter action served to thrust her breasts into even
more prominence but she felt relieved that at least her skirt covered her knees
and therefore any intimate glimpses of her inner thighs. She was however aware
that the stool was low and that her parted knees were higher than the seat.
Casually, Miss Burgess leant forward and used the cane tip to flick the edge of
the skirt up over her knees and then halfway up her thighs. Stewart found his
eyes drawn to the stockinged legs and on to the white wedge of panties that
bulged over her crotch. Normally he would, like most males, have feigned
indifference and restricted himself to crafty glances when he thought that the
woman wasn't looking. He had no need for that sort of decent behaviour with a
prisoner and stared long and hard, aware of her deep blushes of embarrassment.
Then the questioning started and he was immediately aware of the way in which
she was shamelessly displayed caused her nearly as much embarrassment as the
questions themselves.
They were innocuous enough to start with but the fact that Miss Burgess took
notes caused Heathcott some concern: Age, marital status, any children? The
subject had no hesitation in informing them that she was 38, separated and with
no children. They then became personal, and eventually,... extremely personal.
Heathcott could not help registering her distaste in answering the questions
concerning her weight and measurements. Only the answer to the question
concerning her brassiere size registered with Stewart. 38 double D seemed well
worth looking at closer later in the proceedings. He didn't have to wait long as
Miss Burgess told her to undo the buttons on the shirt and then, using her cane
pointer, flicked the opened garment wide and off the shoulders to expose the
white front cups. She wore one of those expensive wire supported brassieres that
rigidly held what seemed to be large breasts with some soft flesh swelling over
the tops of the garment. Miss Burgess then moved on to other matters.
"When did you last have sexual relations with a male" she snapped. "About seven
months Miss"
"Have you ever had sexual relations with a female?" No Miss said the woman with
increasing nervousness.
"Have you experienced oral sex with a male?" Stewart's ears pricked up as he
heard her mutter in the affirmative.
"Give or receive?". "Both Miss".
"Have you received anal intercourse?" ...She was now crimson with embarrassment
as she said that she had not.
"And when did you last masturbate?" no reply this time, just a nervous shaking
of her head as she mutely denied the suggestion.
Seemingly indifferent to her answer Miss Burgess continued asking her about her
experience with sexual aids and other questions of that nature, all the time
making notes.
Eventually, the questioning seemed to be over and Heathcott was again back at
attention in front of them.
Miss Burgess turned to Stewart, and as if the woman was not present, and briefed
him on the next stage. She said that she was far from happy with several of the
answers and would have to determine the truth before continuing. She explained,
as if Stewart needed to be told, that a prisoner could be encouraged to give
more accurate answers if they were made to realise the helplessness of their
situation. She then ordered the woman to remove her shirt and take up the
present position.
She stood there; shaking slightly with fear and embarrassment as the two
officials ran their eyes over her upper body. Both encased breasts were thrust
forward by the position but even so, the cups containing them still sagged
slightly under their weight. Stewart was surprised how swollen and lumpy the
nipples seemed to be as they protruded beneath the white fabric and looked
forward to when he would be able to see and handle the contents of the
restrictive wired bra. He smiled to himself at the thought of putting her
through some hard exercises when she was stripped to see how they moved.
As with most females with large natural breasts, she carried a fair amount of
weight on her body and a bulge of surplus flesh ran round her waist above the
tight fitting skirt. She was then ordered to remove that item. With a last
nervous look in Stewart's direction she unclipped the skirt and stepped out of
it to place it behind her. Already showing signs of obedience she then sprang
back to the present.
Miss Burgess quickly corrected the position of her legs to a wide apart stance
with her pointer, and again they looked her over as if they were at a cattle
auction. They soon took in the heavy thighs and the alabaster white of the flesh
that lay above the stocking stops. She was heavy and softly built around her
hips and waist with the small white panties and suspender belt well dug into the
flesh that they covered. She was made to face away from them so that they could
assess her rear view. The solidity of the thighs and the size of the buttocks
received an enthusiastic comment from Miss Burgess about how much punishment
they would be able to take. Finally, when the woman was facing them, in a
chillingly soft voice, she went on to detail the next stage of the examination.
"Both Mr Stewart and I are far from satisfied with some of the answers that you
have given us. I will be asking the questions again and the longer you take to
give us what I consider to be a satisfactory answer, the longer you will be in
some discomfort. Honesty, and immediate honesty, will be the best policy
Heathcott. Unclip your stockings from your suspender belt and roll them down to
below your knees".
Heathcott leant forward allowing her large breasts to sag into the brassiere
cups and jiggle slightly as she unclipped the tops and rolled them down.
"Now bring me the tray and the dried peas that you were told to have ready".
Stewart found himself totally perplexed as to what was to happen next.
To be continued.
