The Prisoner

The Prisoner
by Will Cane

Copyright (C) 1999 by Will Cane.   All Rights Reserved

This is pure fantasy and the author does not suggest trying this at home!

The author would much appreciate any comments or suggestions, particularly from
a female viewpoint.

FEMALE CORRECTIONAL CENTRE.
Chapter 1.

Stewart had always been a successful manager of the firm at which he worked.
Unfortunately his manner of dealing with the female staff left, in their
opinion, much to be desired. His attitude led to his downfall when new laws were
introduced against sexual harassment. Female sexual harassment that is. Within
days of the new law being on the books the 38-year-old Stewart was brought
before the magistrates on a charge concocted by a group of females who worked
for him. All the evidence was there of "inappropriate touching", "lewd comments"
and "suggestive behaviour". The Lady Magistrate took only minutes to find him
guilty and sentence him to six months correctional training. Interestingly, the
new laws permitted sentencing him to serve the time in a women's jail where it
was felt that he would be under the closest supervision of the sex that he had
offended against.

He was transferred the Female Correctional Facility under the escort of two
young uniformed policewomen. The driver, the elder of the two, was around 24
tall and slim with her dark hair in a severe bun. The other was a bubbly
fair-haired girl of around 20 with a full figure. She sat in the back next to
Stewart who had his hands uncomfortably handcuffed behind him.

30 minutes into the drive he complained that his restraints were uncomfortable.
He was told to lean forward against the safety belt, the escort next to him
reached behind his back, and hit down on the ratchet of the 'cuffs with her hand
so that they tightened appreciably.

"When we require any comment by you...we will let you know. In the meantime
shut-up" she snapped and pushed Stewart back against the seat.

During the drive he learned much of the methods in use at the facility, from the
conversation between the two guards. He had of course read in the papers and
seen on the TV news about the newly established female correctional centres with
the rigorous regimes. Somehow, the fact that spartan conditions, rigorous
military style discipline and corporal punishment were the techniques employed
in the new jails had hardly interested him, but now, to his horror, he was about
to experience the new system himself.

The two policewomen discussed how the initial recruitment of the wardresses had
been from the military correctional facilities. Females up to the age of forty
years with experience of inflicting harsh discipline, marching drill, forced PT,
clothing inspections, room inspections and body searches were selected and given
further training in all aspects corporal punishment. They then recruited younger
staff from the age of 18 years and trained them in the skills they would need.
All were given ranks, from Junior Wardress and Senior Wardress to that of Chief
Wardress and the top rank of Governor. The Governor did not wear the dark grey
uniform of hat, jacket with rank bars, short pleated skirt and knee boots.
Instead she preferred a business suit. It seemed that the object of the centre
was to teach total obedience to authority and the inmates were specially
selected from those females aged between 19 and 45 who were sentenced to jail
terms for offences that involved any lack of respect to the authorities.

Stewart heard how the rules that were laid down were deliberately numerous and
detailed to provide a challenge to the inmates and ample scope to the staff to
find fault. Dress regulations alone took up two pages of small print. For every
subject on the training syllabus and every event in the day at the centre the
prisoners clothing was stipulated down to the smallest detail. The type and
colour of the girl's bra and panties, which skirt, type of blouse, bare legs or
stockings, footwear, cleanliness and condition of clothing and so on. The
policewoman who was driving said how on her last visit she had witnessed 20
female prisoners undergoing physical training. They were all wearing just a
simple white vest, short white skirt with small white bikini panties underneath
and trainers. One of the junior wardresses was in charge giving the orders.
After only ten minutes most of the inmates were gasping and sweating heavily.
She even began to feel sorry for the girls particularly those with the larger
breasts, as when exercises were performed such as star jumps, it was obvious
that brassieres were not the required dress for this lesson!

"And, after 40 minutes of that, just imagine the average female trying to pass a
cleanliness check on the panties" she concluded. 

The other policewoman, a large breasted female herself, shuddered at the news,
then, more to comfort herself said that they only had themselves to blame and no
one expected it to be a holiday camp. The other guard agreed and said that the
last rule listed under "Dress Regulations" stated quite clearly that any
wardress could at any time carry out a spot check of a prisoner for both
correctness of dress and cleanliness of underwear.... and was only to be
expected at a military style facility. If the prisoner couldn't follow those
instructions what could they follow? Then added with a giggle that on a hot day
like this sitting for hours on a leather car seat, she might herself have a
problem passing a panty inspection even without 40 minutes punishment PT under
some bossy eighteen year old bitch!

"What happens when one of the prisoners fails a panty inspection?" the younger
girl asked, "I suppose they get extra work or something?"

"You must be joking " replied the other policewoman " They are charged with the
offence, brought before a disciplinary committee and sentenced to a
thrashing...usually with a strap across their naked buttocks".

"Good grief" she retorted with a gasp "What happens if they commit a serious
offence against the rules?"

"What do you mean by serious?" asked the driver "In having dirty underwear they
have already disobeyed one order. From what she had been told they have an
ascending scale of punishments that include formal thrashings with the cane so I
suppose a dose of the strap is regarded there as pretty minor ".

 About two hours from starting out they pulled into on the large motorway
service areas for a toilet break. The policewoman driving had mentioned her fear
of having a prisoner escape custody and the repercussions that would follow.
Both had decided not to let "This bastard" out of their sight. The policewomen
slipped their batons back in to their belt loops, placed their uniform hats on
their heads and led the handcuffed male passed the restaurant area and a 'bus
load of jeering school girls and into an empty disabled toilet that could easily
accommodate the three of them.

"You go first", said the younger of the two guards. She then roughly turned
Stewart to face the door, drew her baton out of the loop on her belt and pressed
it across the back of his neck forcing his face against the white wall tiles. He
heard the sounds of a skirt being raised and then of panties being lowered
followed by the quiet hiss of a bladder being relieved. Following the sound of
the toilet paper dispenser being pulled, the sounds then reversed themselves.

He had no idea of how much longer the drive would take and the sounds of running
water made his own bladder feel even fuller.

"Ppplease Miss" he stuttered. "May I be allowed to relieve myself".

"For heavens sake man can't you hold on for another two hours?" said the driver
poking him in the back with the end of her baton.

"Better not risk it" commented the other guard. "We certainly don't want him
pissing himself.... have you got the gloves ?" The driver searched in her
handbag and handed over a pair of latex surgical gloves to her companion.

"Stand still, and don't you dare move" she said. With one guard holding his
handcuffed arms the other unzipped his flies undid his belt and pushed his
trousers down to his knees. She then snatched his pants down and casually caught
hold of his penis using it to pull him over to the pan. She used both hands, one
holding his foreskin, the other round his testicles. Savagely she shoved his
foreskin fully back and pointed the tip towards the target. "Get on with it
then" she said. Blushing scarlet, Stewart relaxed and the urine flowed. When he
had finished the pants were pulled up and then his trousers. When the belt and
flies had been fastened the guard removed her gloves and threw them in the bin.

The driver, having relieved herself first offered to collect sandwiches for the
rest of the journey. The younger guard unlocked Stewart's handcuffs, pulled him
over to the disabled rails around the toilet then handcuffed him to the lower
rail with his back to the pan, with him half squatting to take the strain off
his sore wrists. She locked the door behind her departing colleague and calmly
proceeded to use the toilet for all the world as if Stewart was merely a dog
chained to the rail. The sounds indicated to Stewart that it was more than the
girl's bladder that was needing relief. In his cramped and low position it was
only seconds before his nostrils confirmed what his ears had told him. The
toilet paper dispenser finally stopped rattling and the girl stood up, arranging
her clothes. As soon as she had washed her hands she disconnected Stewart form
the rails, quickly refastening the handcuffs and led him outside where the other
girl was waiting.

"Sorry I took so long in there " she laughed "That curry I had last night
finally caught up with me, you were lucky to be out of the toilet doing the
shopping!". Batons swinging and metallic equipment rattling on their belts they
led Stewart back to the car, each holding one arm up just below the elbow in a
fierce uncomfortable grip. As they settled in the car Stewart failed to move
fully to his side of the rear seat. The young girl calmly drew her baton and
rapped him hard across the knee with the words "Move it, its bad enough having
to sit next to scum like you without having your knee touch mine!". Knee and
wrists throbbing, the journey continued.

......to be continued

Chapter 2.

Some time later the car swung into the driveway of an isolated country house.

They passed through huge security doors in the tall surrounding walls and pulled
up outside a building with a large notice that informed them that they were at
the guardroom. They pushed and frog marched their stiff and reluctant prisoner
in through the doors and stood, saluting smartly in front of a woman police
sergeant. "Prisoner under sentence Ma'am" said the senior guard.

"So this is the ignorant slob " replied the Sargent. "Did he give you any
problems? "None that we couldn't handle thanks...mind you, I think you will have
an uphill job to instil any respect into this lout Ma'am ".

The Sergeant, a tall slim woman came slowly round the desk and stood in front of
Stewart. "We don't get many males sent here and right now you are the only one
amongst 250 female prisoners and 40 staff so you will have our undivided
attention. When you leave here, believe me, you will have learnt some manners".

"So you didn't have to repeat any order or correct him at all during the drive?"
asked the Sergeant. "Well I did have to lay my baton across his left knee when
he was slow getting into the car" said the junior guard. The sergeant
policewoman smiled "What a pity that I can't lay hands on the bastard until
tomorrow after he has had his medical check, otherwise I would lend you one of
the guardroom straps so that you could lay it across his thighs right now. The
punishment is always much more effective when the lady that has been offended
inflicts it...still...I will put one on his account as it were and let him have
it at a later date on your behalf!"

Stewart was uncuffed and pushed into one of the cells where he was to spend his
first night awaiting processing by the day staff. His cell was three sided with
the wall to the guardroom office closed off with sliding bars from floor to
ceiling. This enabled the desk sergeant to keep any occupants under observation.
The two escorting policewomen had remained chatting to the Sergeant over mugs of
coffee. One of the female prisoners entered the building and marched up to the
desk. "Prisoner 654 reporting for guardroom punishment Ma'am " she said. She was
aged around 30 years, tall slim with long dark hair. She was dressed in an
almost schoolgirl style with a white blouse, short dark blue skirt and plain
black shoes with low heels.

"Of course girl, you had completely slipped my mind," said the sergeant, and,
turning to her visitors " How fortunate you are still here. As Stewart is out of
reach until the morning, why don't you work off some of your frustrations on
this prisoner?". 

At this news the two policewomen almost clapped their hands in excitement and
eagerly examined the heavy leather straps that they were handed. "Nothing too
severe I'm afraid, at least not by our standards, but she is down for twelve
strokes of that across her buttocks and thighs so you can lay on six each".

The victim was taken over to a vaulting type horse. She was told to remove her
stockings, then her skirt, her suspender belt and finally her regulation white
panties. She was pulled over the horse facing away from Stewart and secured with
straps around her wrists and ankles. Stewart could not believe his eyes, he was
being totally ignored and twenty feet away this poor girl was displayed with her
bare buttocks and thighs.

The policewomen were shown how to hold the strap and how to stand either side so
that their swing would be effective. "Backside or thighs...its up to you" said
the Sergeant "With the thighs splayed, make sure the strap wraps round the leg
for maximum effect. It's most fortunate that one of you is left handed, that
should ensure an adequate spread".
 
 

"Why is she being punished?" asked the younger policewoman. "She was supposed to
clean the apartment of one of our junior wardresses but did such an appalling
job of it that she was offered the choice of either being put on a formal charge
or of taking an "unofficial" in here. This way nothing gets recorded. Who's
first?"

The policewomen decided that they would alternate strokes and that the older one
would strike first. She slowly lifted her left hand with the strap back and high
and....WHAP!..brought it down hard across the prisoner's slim buttocks. The girl
hardly moved against her restraints and with some horror Stewart realised that
she was well used to such pain. The other policewoman waited for the nod from
the sergeant which came after about thirty seconds and then

WHAP! almost across the same spot. 

"Sorry girls." said the Sergeant " but you will have to put a lot more beef into
the strokes if you want to impress this bitch. Just remember that she is in her
sixth month here, so this is a fairly light ordeal for her."

With renewed vigour the next stroke from the left was brought down fast and hard
across the top of her left leg. The split tips wrapping themselves round the
soft tender inner thigh. The girl yelped and flexed against the straps trying to
lift her leg. Stewart glimpsed her thick black pubic hair for a brief second. 
 
 

"Better, much better. " smiled their coach "She actually felt that one."

Not to be outdone, the young, left handed policewoman planted her feet wide
apart, raised her strap and whacked it across the right thigh with the tip again
cruelly visiting the soft private area. This evoked a scream and more threshing
from the victim. The straps then fell, left right left at 20-second intervals.
The victim was now gasping or crying out as each strap landed on a previous welt
on the buttocks or thighs. Her secured ankles were unable to stop her frantic
struggles with her knees flying apart when a stroke landed on her buttocks and
trying to close protectively when one landed on her soft slim thighs. Normally,
the glimpses of vulva and pubic hair would have excited Stewart but he was so
shaken by the brutal and vicious beating that, for once, sex was far from his
mind.

Of the twelve strokes, eight were across the buttocks and two more welts were
across each thigh. All three women carefully examined the results of their first
effort. Each throbbing welt was felt and scratched with long fingernails. The
weals that reached inside the thighs seemed to be the most sensitive and caused
the most reaction when touched. The girl was then unstrapped and helped to her
feet. She was ordered to dress. Stewart saw for the first time how slim she was
as she stood facing his cell, trembling and sobbing softly. She was ordered to
dress: First she retrieved her skirt and underwear from the floor, the suspender
belt was wrapped round her hips, panties were pulled carefully, with a gasp,
over her beaten legs. Stockings were pulled over her wealed thighs and fastened
to the dangling clips on the belt and with her skirt on, was soon dismissed
limping from the guardroom. As she passed Stewart's cell she gave him a shrug of
total despair.

............to be continued

Chapter 3.

Stewart spent a restless night in the cell, but other than being given a plate
of food and mug of water he was left much to himself by the various policewomen
as they changed shifts. At nine o'clock in the morning, his ordeal commenced.

One of the day shift policewomen unlocked his cell door and called him out. He
was told to follow her "And march smartly boy!" As he marched three feet behind
her he saw the whole layout of the correctional centre for the first time. They
marched briskly past signs that pointed to "Prisoners Dormitories", "Parade
Ground" and "Running Track". As they passed the swimming pool he could see a
group of female prisoners swimming enthusiastically up and down the pool. They
seemed, from a distance, to be enjoying themselves. Stewart was unable to see
the thin semi-transparent one-piece swimming costumes and the straps carried by
one of the guards to ensure that "enthusiasm" was maintained and slacking
rewarded. Had he been closer he would have seen the white taught flesh of the
females bodies and heard the chattering teeth caused by the specially chilled
water that was scarcely above freezing.

As the march continued he took stock of his escort. She was of average height
and build with fair hair at shoulder level. She was dressed in the Wardress
uniform of grey jacket and skirt with white shirt and black tie. A grey bowler
type hat with a dipped brim at the front and with a large gold badge on the
front sat on her head. On the shoulders of the jacket were two small gold stars.
Her black knee boots completed the uniform and the metal studs in the boots
clipped along the pathways adding to the impression of total authority.

Unlike the policewomen that he had met there was no heavy equipment belt
carrying handcuffs and a baton visible. Instead, the end of a leather strap and
a thin black rod with silver rings around the tip hung down below her lower
jacket edge. As they passed another wardess and the two exchanged greetings,
Stewart was even more puzzled about this piece of equipment. On the other
wardress, who was not wearing a jacket, he could see that it hooked to her belt
and was connected to a small square pouch by what looked like a coiled telephone
cord.

Following a sign to "Medical Examination and Treatment Centre" they walked into
what looked and smelt like any other medical facility. But no other hospital
that Stewart had visited had ever had all the people in the waiting room dressed
in identical uniforms. He was told to take a seat amongst the females and await
a call. 

There were eight females waiting. Their uniforms were similar to the one the
girl had worn last night prior to her beating. All sat nervously playing with
their hands awaiting the call. The lady opposite Stewart must have been around
forty. Slightly plump, she looked totally out of place in the schoolgirl blouse
and skirt. Next to her sat an exceedingly attractive blonde of around 24 years
of age. She was tall with a full figure thrusting out of the blouse.

The ceiling speaker clicked on "532 stand up". The plump older woman sprang to
her feet. "Weekly weight check for overweight prisoners. Room 8" the woman
marched out of the waiting area and could be heard knocking on a door and
entering a room. 

"378 stand up". The gorgeous longhaired blonde sprang to her feet.
"Pre-punishment medical examination. Room 4". With a look of total terror she
marched away.

Then suddenly a muffled "no number yet.... Stewart stand up. Admission medical
examination Room 3". Thankful that he would be experiencing some privacy,
Stewart marched to the door marked 3. He knocked. The door was opened by a young
nurse scarcely older than a schoolgirl. Her young innocent face wore little make
up and her long dark hair hung down to her shoulders. She was slim with small
breasts and wore a light blue uniform indicating that she was a student nurse.
Young as she was however, she still carried the obvious authority that her
position in the Centre accorded her.

"Damn it...we have drawn the short straw. We have to give one of the males his
examination," She said over her shoulder. Another older nurse joined her in the
doorway in her late twenties dressed in the dark blue uniform of a fully
qualified nurse. She was around 5'10 tall with fair hair tied in a severe bun at
the back of her head. Attractive, but cold and unsmiling, she was a little
overweight with her noticeably large breasts thrusting at the front of the
uniform dress held tight at the waist by a broad black cotton belt.

"I see what you mean, I hate examining these pervs with their filthy
bodies...still someone has to do it I suppose...get in here boy".

Stewart entered what seemed to be a large cubicle with curtains making the far
wall. The main feature was the gynaecological bench with stirrups but he also
took in the bright lights, the trays of steel instruments and the stainless
steel bucket on the floor. 

"Strip completely and put your clothes in the plastic bag" ordered the senior
nurse. Reluctantly Stewart removed the clothes he had travelled and slept in and
put them in the open bag. He thought hard about trying to keep his pants on but
the look on the nurse's face caused an immediate change of mind.

He stood apprehensively in front of the two females who were eyeing him casually
up and down. "Hands at you side " snapped the junior nurse as he tried to cover
his crotch from their gaze.

"You'd better take him for a shower, I can smell him from here" said the older
nurse. With that, Stewart was grasped by the upper arm and led through the
curtains into the corridor that joined all the curtained cubicles together. So
much for his hopes of privacy, most of the curtains were drawn back and the
various prisoners undergoing examination were all too visible.

The overweight 40-year-old he had seen in the waiting room had been stripped
naked and was standing wobbling on a set of scales. An obviously displeased
nurse was measuring her huge pendulous breasts and then her plump thighs with a
large pair of plastic callipers. Stewart just heard the nurse say that the woman
was three pounds heavier than last week instead of achieving a 3-pound weight
loss and that the nurse was putting her on report for lack of effort. She added
that perhaps a daily thrashing might give her more incentive.

The superb blonde was in her cubicle or so thought Stewart. As she was naked but
bent over clasping her widely spread ankles it was difficult to be sure. Her
taught buttocks were covered in bruises from a recent punishment and the nurse
was remarking that of course, having the cane again so soon after her previous
flogging would be even worse, but that is what the girl was there to learn. 

They continued past stairs leading down to a basement area that was signed
"Punishment Rooms", towards a toilet block. Inside it was covered from floor to
ceiling in white tiles. The Asian type floor toilets were in a row about three
feet apart but with no walls and no privacy. The showers were opposite. Stewart
was told to stand under one and handed a bar of harsh soap. The nurse then
opened a valve and he was drenched with heavy jets of warm water from all
directions.

This stopped and he heard the command "Soap yourself".

As he was doing just that he noticed, out of the corner of his eye, that the
tall blonde had been brought in and directed to a toilet. She saw Stewart naked,
soaping his crotch and froze, refusing to move. She was told to use the toilet
by one of the nurses and still refused to move. As if from nowhere one of the
wardesses appeared and, after a brief conversation with the nurse, stood in
front of the cringing female.

"On the toilet¡­ NOW GIRL!" she shouted. The only response was more cringing,
looking in Stewart's direction and muttering an almost inaudible
"No...please...I can't Miss". The wardress walked casually behind the girl,
withdrew the rod like device that had perplexed Stewart and suddenly, pushed the
tip between the clenched thigh tops pressing a sort of button on the handle.
Even before the girl had jumped with a scream into the air, Stewart realised
that the pack on the wardresses belt was a battery, the flexible cord was
electric cable and that the long thin flexible rod was a cruel form of cattle
prod.

With utter resignation the statuesque blonde walked slowly to the toilet, placed
her bare feet on the footsteps and sat on her heels. The wardress prodded her
knee without pressing the feared button but even so, the girl's legs flew apart
into the full squat position. The shower had been turned off and Stewart had
been told to face the scene thus witnessing the girl's humiliation as she
relieved herself in front of him.

"What shall we call that little display of disobedience?" asked the policewoman
as she took out her small black pocket book. "How about...Repeated failure to
obey the order of a member of the nursing staff. That should enable the
disciplinary committee to adequately deal with her. I will arrange for her to
appear before them immediately after she receives her punishment for the
original offence.

The wretched girl stood up, shaking with fear. She had only been caned three
days ago, now she had to take at least twelve strokes and then whatever was
decided for this offence. As she was led away her firm bruised buttocks were
only too visible to Stewart. 

To be continued.

Chapter 4.

Stewart was escorted back to the examination cubicles. He passed the one
containing the naked overweight forty-year-old. She was now on all fours on the
examination table with her huge breasts hanging down with her nipples grazing
the table. A nurse leant over the woman¡¯s back holding the cheeks of her large
bottom apart whilst the other nurse was inserting a tube with a large nozzle
into the woman¡¯s anus.

In the next cubicle the tall blonde was standing facing the opening, hands
clasped behind her neck, legs wide and elbows back as a nurse was listening to
her chest with a stethoscope and heaving one of her large breasts roughly out of
the way as she did so.

On reaching the cubicle designated for Stewart¡¯s "Entrance Medical" he was told
to lay face up on the table. Bright lights hung overhead illuminating him in a
strong white light.

The elder of the nurses immediately took charge telling him that he would be
seen by a variety of nurses who would each examine their area of speciality and
complete a written report. At the end of all the procedures he would be sent to
the Doctor in charge who would review the findings and double check any areas
she thought necessary. As the nurses were only qualified in female examinations
he could expect this whole event to take some time as they proceeded slowly with
an unfamiliar male body.

"One final warning" the senior nurse added " This is not a visit to your
friendly family doctor, this is a rigorous prison medical examination. Please
don¡¯t expect it to be anything other than downright painful at times. We will
start at the head with your nasal and ear passages ".

With that, a slim dark haired nurse of about 25 entered the cubicle and moving
to the head of the table, grasped his scalp and twisted his head to the side. In
her other hand was a device for looking into ears. She pushed it firmly into his
right ear and manoeuvred it around as she looked through the eyepiece. She then
repeated the examination of his other ear. Handing the device to the student
nurse she carefully put on a pair of surgical gloves and then took a small
stainless steel tray that was handed to her. Stewart was unable to see what she
took from the tray but suddenly found that she had introduced a device high into
his left nostril and then the other side high into the right nostril. Both of
his sensitive canals were held wide open by the spring-loaded clips that seemed
to have small sharp spikes on the end to hold their position.

"Open your mouth wide" she snapped. A steel clamp device was firmly placed in
his mouth and then a crank was turned so that it gripped the teeth and forced
them wide apart. The taste of disinfectant and the force of the opening made
Stewart gag and move his head. In no time the senior nurse moved to the head of
the table and put her hands either side of his head to hold it in a firm grip.

A dental probe was selected from the tray and the nurse worked round Stewart¡¯s
mouth probing and scraping with the point as each tooth and surrounding gum was
prodded painfully.

The examining nurse then produced a small bright flashlight and pair of long
nosed forceps that gripped a small cotton wool swab. The swab was forced up each
nostril and twisted uncomfortably around then dropped into a specimen jar.
Another swab was clamped in the forceps, a steel tongue depressor forced his
tongue down into his lower jaw and then the swab was wiped and scraped around
Stewart¡¯s throat causing him to cough and gag. Having deposited that swab in a
jar the clamp the nurse departed to write up her notes leaving the other nurses
to remove the gag and nasal probes.

The nurse who took the blood pressure readings and an ECG seemed, by comparison,
a most gentle girl. The next nurse took several vials of blood for analysis and,
though the procedure was unpleasant, at least she treated Stewart as a human
being. Unfortunately, after she completed her work she was replaced by an older,
heavily built female with short blonde hair.

Stewart¡¯s legs were grasped and his feet secured by straps in the examination
stirrups that raised his knees and forced them back towards his chest exposing
his genitals and crotch to the harsh white light. 

"This is disgusting enough examining female patients" snapped the new nurse
"without having to look at a male anus". Stewart saw her slip on her latex
gloves as she moved to the foot of the table between his splayed legs. 

"Too much anal hair here". She exclaimed. "Please pass me the large tweezers".
Swiftly she clamped a bunch of the hairs around his anus and slowly pulled until
they were pulled out of their follicles. Stewart gasped with the sudden pain but
immediately, more were gripped and jerked out.

"This is so much quicker and less messy than shaving prisoners in this area" the
nurse informed her colleagues " gripping and pulling as she spoke. " It
wouldn¡¯t be an... appropriate procedure in normal... medical practice..." she
grunted having taken an overlarge bunch of hairs in her tweezers grip and
pulling hard to remove them " But with these prisoners... who cares?".

Who indeed cares thought Stewart as he writhed in pain against the grip of the
other two nurses who were now holding him down. The student stood with her hands
on his shoulders and the other nurse lay sideways across his stomach with her
hands under his thighs forcing them even further apart.

Suddenly the sharp painful tugging stopped as the nurse was satisfied with the
area and the other nurses released their grip. She casually greased the gloved
fingers of her right hand and slowly, watching his face for a reaction, inserted
her finger into his tight anus. The finger was moved slowly in circles to
lubricate the opening and then removed. She was handed a chrome plated piece of
equipment which Stewart recognised as a speculum. With little finesse the Nurse
brutally inserted it into the tight anus and immediately ratcheted open to the
maximum causing Stewart to gasp with both the indignity and the pain.

" Firstly, with males, we check their prostate gland," said the Nurse, "As you
are only used to carrying out female rectal examinations and searches I suggest
that you both glove up and examinine him for yourselves". The other two females
did as they were told and the student nurse gently inserted her finger into the
wide open anus. It took her a few seconds and several words of advice from her
senior before she could locate the gland but having found it, proceeded to
gently examine its shape and size. To Stewart¡¯s embarrassment the strong
sensations started to have an effect. His flaccid penis started to swell and
grow and by the time the first nurse had removed her gentle fingertip from his
gland, it was fully erect.

"Simply no control over himself at all" snapped the blonde nurse. "Don¡¯t let
this display of animal behaviour distract you ladies, just continue with your
digital examination and I will deal with this erection in my own way".

The second nurse inserted her finger, located the prostate and rubbed it hard
and uncomfortably with her gloved fingertip making Stewart flinch with the
discomfort. As she removed her finger the specialist nurse replaced her at the
foot of the table. She held a long shiny steel probe in her hand which she
slowly inserted into the opened anus.

"With female or male prisoners I always prefer this method for collected a
sample of faeces, it saves all the hassle of enema administration". Stewart felt
some sort of scoop on the end of the probe scrape away and then as it was
removed saw that it was a small wooden spatula that was dropped into another
specimen jar.

"Gloves off ladies" snapped the nurse to Stewart¡¯s relief. He was just relaxing
that the genital examination was over when three pairs of a different type of
surgical gloves were produced from a container. " The latex gloves are fine for
female genital examinations but, take it from me, we will need gloves that
enable us to grip when we have a male prisoner to check".

To Stewart¡¯s horror the three nurses slipped on the new gloves with the
roughened areas on the fingers and thumbs and then the genital nurse stood,
leaning over him. 

"Now we start with the serious and shall we say, uncomfortable, part of your
examination and sample collection boy". A steel dish with implements was placed
on the table between his feet and she picked up the first piece of equipment,a
pair of small forceps. These were used to tightly grip a pinch of loose flesh
around his foreskin and then, with a sharp movement towards his crotch, the
foreskin was pulled back exposing the head of his swollen penis. A metal scraper
device was then placed in the nurse¡¯s hand. Holding the penis in place with the
forceps that were gripping his foreskin, the scraper was dragged around the soft
inner surfaces under the glans.

How much scraping was really required was anyone¡¯s guess, but it soon became
painfully apparent to Stewart that this was being used more as a device to
inflict pain. The nurse scraped it around the hard glans several times, across
the top so that it dug into the opening tip of the urethra and then round the
sore stinging flesh under the glans. The nurse paid particular and lingering
attention to the underside of the glans digging the probe up underneath the
unbelievably sensitive mushroom. Every few seconds she stopped to wipe the
scraper on a cotton swab then resumed her work.

Stewart was unable to move his legs but despite all his efforts to control
himself, tried to sit up and reach for the Nurses hand. Before he moved more
than a few centimetres the other two nurses pinioned his arms to his side and
his shoulders to the table where he was forced to accept the pain groaning aloud
and with tears forming in his eyes.

" Well his reactions are similar to the female patients in finding this a little
uncomfortable.

Mind you he is getting away lightly compared with them as I have to scrape a
much larger area inside their vaginas to get a sample" remarked the nurse
casually. "Would you pass me that long thin probe please?" she said, returning
the scraper to the bowl "And you had better tighten your grip on the wimp, he¡¯s
about to get the male equivalent of a cervical smear test."

With that she held his erect penis in her left hand and, pressing the tip of the
new probe against the already sore opening of his urethra, inserted it about
four inches. Stewart bucked and cried out in pain but by now the senior of the
two assisting nurses was lying across his body with her not inconsiderable
weight pinning him down. The probe was twisted and pulled out to by wiped by the
swab and for Stewart the pain subsided into a stinging throb.

" Don¡¯t release him just yet" said the nurse as she poured a liquid
disinfectant onto a large ball of cotton wool. " I have to swab him down ".

It took the combined efforts of both the other nurses to hold him down as the
undiluted antiseptic reached the red raw skin of his penis and between his legs
to his opened anus.

" I never bother to dilute this to the correct level with prisoners" said the
nurse as she swabbed away. " I suppose it must sting slightly but whether it¡¯s
a female or a male lying there I have to know that they have been cleaned
thoroughly". She carefully wrapped the soaking cotton wool around the head of
the throbbing penis and wrapped some adhesive tape to keep it in pace.

" I think it¡¯s time we took a coffee break, don¡¯t you ladies?" she smiled.
"Don¡¯t you dare move boy whilst we relax " she snapped at Stewart.

Without a thought as to the comfort of their writhing "patient" the three nurses
drank their coffee and relaxed, chatting about their recent experiences at the
centre. How they carried out routine panty inspections, bodily hygiene checks,
pre-punishment physicals and finally what they all seemed to enjoy the most,
being the Nurse supervisor for one of the daily flogging sessions for the female
prisoners under sentence.

As the cups were put down and the nurses stood to resume their work a whispered
conversation took place. The student opened a drawer and Stewart was puzzled to
see that she brought out three large leather straps. She advanced on the male
prisoner and laid them over his upper chest, waist and pelvis. Whatever hope
Stewart still had faded as he realised their purpose and they were fastened to
the examination table to prevent any conceivable movement.

"You've guessed it boy, this is where it starts to get uncomfortable !" she
remarked with a smile.

.......to be continued

Chapter 5.

"You will notice, ladies, that the prisoners penis seems to be less excited than
it was a few minutes ago. " said the specialist nurse to her two assistants.
"The application of disinfectant seems to have cooled him down a little and we
can now continue with his examination. Would you please pass me the specimen jar
nurse?"

The student nurse took a funnel shaped jar off a shelf and passed it to the
nurse standing between Stewart¡¯s splayed knees. She grasped the end of his
penis and, holding the jar against his testicles, placed the tip into the
container.

"Start urinating and stop when I tell you to " she commanded Stewart. It took
him some time to start passing urine but eventually it flowed freely into the
jar.

"STOP" snapped the nurse.

Stewart did so but was the almost overwhelmed by a burning in his penis and the
feeling of pressure from his still full bladder.

"One drop...just one drop boy and I will make you wish you had never been born,"
she said as she removed the jar and stood watching the twitching member as
Stewart struggled to retain the urine.

It took him fully two minutes until he had control back and he could relax.

"Now we examine the testicles," she continued. "May I suggest that you two stand
either side of the prisoner and concentrate on one each. Firstly I want you to
examine the scrotal sac which is, of course, a large muscle. Both the nurses
pinched the soft flesh and pulled it out to its full length either side of his
penis.

"Please note that the skin is no more sensitive here than anywhere else in the
groin " she went on as she affixed a clamp to either side next to the nurses
fingers." Stewart gasped.

" Use the clamps to hold the scrotum as in my experience, as the examination
proceeds, the male tends to sweat making a grip with fingers rather difficult".
She then removed a wet towel from the sterilizer, advanced on Stewart and
quickly wrapped the steaming hot material around the stretched scrotum. Ignoring
the prisoner¡¯s frantic writhing and gasps of pain she casually pointed out how
the heat had relaxed the muscle and the sac was now much slacker.

A bag of crushed ice was then produced from the freeze cabinet and the bag
carefully wrapped around the limp scrotum. Initially Stewart found the cold a
blessed relief for his almost scalded skin, but slowly the deep cold started to
penetrate through to his testicles. The three nurses chatted casually about
various medical practices in use at the Centre and occasionally glanced at their
watches. A dull ache permeated Stewart¡¯s scrotal area.

The ice bag was snatched away and the nurses invited to see the effects of the
extreme cold for themselves. The testicles were now tightly gripped in the hard
wrinkled sac and when they pulled hard on the clamps, the stretching of the sac
against the force of the contraction squeezed both testicles firmly and
painfully.

"I will relax the scrotal sac with an application of heat and then we will
progress with a detailed examination of the contents" the examining nurse
informed the others. Another hot towel was produced and, this time, rubbed
vigorously around the scrotum until it again became soft and loose.

"Holding the clamp in your left hand and using it to position the sac would you
both now please start to examine the spermatic cords starting from the body
cavity. You will need to apply some pressure with your fingers to feel their
shape through the thick wall of the scrotum. Don¡¯t worry if there appears to be
a break in the cord, it merely indicates that he has undergone a vasectomy". The
nurses gripped and fumbled their way along the cord until it joined a testicle.

Stewart found the examination extremely uncomfortable but it fortunately stopped
short of pain. Their was, however, the constant fear of pain that kept him
writhing against the restraint of his straps.

"Now we come to the slightly uncomfortable part of the examination". said the
examining nurse sarcastically. "Ladies, would you each grip a testicle between
your thumb and fingertips and start to examine the shape".

The nurses started carefully at first and then slowly increased the pressure as
they examined the shape and size of the items. By now Stewart was groaning aloud
and gasping with fear as his most sensitive organs were clinically and callously
examined. Each tender organ was being rolled between a thumb and finger tips as
its size, firmness and shape were meticulously checked. The student nurse
managed to firmly hold the testicles her side with the finger tips and thumb of
one hand whilst her other thumb and finger tips felt all around the oval shape
for the ridges and connections with the cord.

" As you probably appreciate," said the nurse," without any restraints, this
type of examination can provide an excellent test of the male prisoners
obedience in remaining still".

She was interrupted by Stewart: "AAgh please...no more" as the probing
continued. The nurse had been correct about the prisoner sweating, Stewart was
now drenched in sweat and the combination of the clamps and non-slip gloves was
proving invaluable.

" Thank you ladies, that will suffice for now " she said and Stewart relaxed,
somewhat prematurely .
"Just one more thing to demonstrate before we conclude our examination and write
up our reports, you need to appreciate just how sensitive the male is to any
form of testicular punishment. We don¡¯t see many males here thank heavens, but
everyone so far has required at least one dose of genital discipline and that
will certainly include the testicles. Just in case you are required to assist
you had better practice now ".

Hearing these words Stewart first tensed against the straps then started
trembling with fear.

"As the prisoner is now demonstrating, he has no doubts as to the potential for
suffering pain in that area ". I want you each in turn to lift the scrotum with
both clamps until the testicles are hanging free, after all we want to punish,
not damage them. Then, with your finger and thumb, give the one your side a
sharp flick. Would you go first please nurse", she said to the young student
member of staff. And would you nurse, she said to the older woman, move round to
the prisoners head and support it with your hands".

The hands gripped his head and the nurse leant over him so that her face was
only inches from his. She smiled in a cruel imitation of sympathy. His view of
the others was now blocked as he felt the scrotum being lifted high between his
splayed thighs. there was a slight brush of finger nail against his right
testicle as the nurse checked for range and then a simultaneous snap of the
latex finger, a dull tap and the immediate surge of gut-wrenching pain as he
screamed at the face above him.

It took about two minutes for the waves of pain to subside. The nurse holding
his head gently wiped his forehead.

" There, there, soon be over. Surely a little flick like that can¡¯t hurt that
much ? ". She said sarcastically.

" Change positions ladies," said the nurse in charge. " This time let¡¯s try to
put a little more zip into the flick, remember, the object is to punish not to
arouse him!".

Laughing at the criticism of her gentleness, the younger nurse moved to his
head. She held him under the chin with her left hand with her right hand clamped
over his mouth. He could smell the mix of perfume, medical smells and young
female scents through his still exposed nostrils. He felt the other nurse lift
the scrotum and he braced himself against the inevitable.

It came. It came in the form of a deliberate savage flick to the left testicle.
Again the arcing pain to the gut but this time the scream was trapped in
Stewart's mouth by the gloved hand as he writhed and struggled against the
straps and the firm grip of the student nurse. 

Five minutes later the straps were removed, the leg straps were unfastened and
Stewart's feet were lifted from the stirrups. He climbed shakily down from the
table and was ordered to dress in the medical gown.

"You will now be taken for uniform fitting and later, the prison doctor will
send for you to review your results".

With that a wardress appeared and with a curt "Follow me" led him out of the
Medical Centre and along the outside paths, paper gown blowing in the wind, to
the uniform stores.

To be continued.

Chapter 6.

The escorting wardress left Stewart standing in front of a long counter in the
uniform and equipment stores.

Behind the counter stood two of the female prisoners, a tall slim woman with
dark hair in a ponytail aged around 35 and a younger girl around 20 years old
with short fair hair. Both were dressed in the schoolgirl type uniform of tie,
white long sleeved blouse and short blue plaited skirt.

Behind them on racks were stacked the regulation shoes, skirts, underwear and
other items in sized piles. A musty smell of freshly laundered clothing hung in
the air.

"Good Grief" exclaimed the older woman. "I've heard that we get the odd male
prisoner here, but this is the first one that I have had to clothe ". The
younger girl laughed in agreement as she tossed her long blonde hair and stared
at Stewart.

"Come on lad, we haven't got all day" she continued impatiently. "Get that
ridiculous gown off and stand over here." Stewart moved behind the counter and
removing the paper gown, standing naked in front of them.

"Phew, you stink of disinfectant", said the younger girl as she approached him
with a tape measure, "Let me guess, you have come straight from your initial
medical examination by those bitches dressed as nurses. I suppose they gave you
as hard a time as they give the females here?" Stewart nodded in agreement. " I
was sore around my crotch for days afterwards" she went on " Mind you they were
gentle as lambs compared with the Doctors inspection, I suppose you are still
awaiting your final medical release by her?" 

Stewart appeared baffled. And so, the two female prisoners, warming to him as
they started to find the male uniform items, started to explain some of the do's
and don'ts that would make life in the correctional centre bearable.

They were both adamant that no matter how subservient and obedient a prisoner
was, there would always be a high level of strappings and formal punishments
inflicted on her. Almost without exception the wardresses, nurses and certainly
the centre policewomen were of a sadistic nature and would find fault just for
the satisfaction of inflicting pain under the guise of "body searches
","necessary discipline" or "correcting offences ". 

They were all past masters at the art of humiliation. The easiest method was
their power to order a female to strip or take up an embarrassing position in
front of others, possibly male or female visitors. But this was only the tip of
the iceberg. As the rules stated that there was no entitlement to privacy, the
prisoners could be watched at even their most intimate times such as using the
toilet or washing. At any time, a pair of latex gloves could be donned by the
most junior wardress and she could then "inspect" a whole group of female
prisoners, many of whom were much older than her, on any pretext such as "spot
personal hygiene checks", "body cavity checks for drugs " or such like. If this
wasn't enough, the entire centre was "bugged" with hidden high definition T.V.
cameras and microphones.

They told Stewart of one particular exponent of this by the name of Miss
Jennings, an nineteen year old assistant wardress. Her favourite idea of fun was
to take a class of female prisoners for a hard physical training session. Then,
in the changing room when they had stripped and were about to shower off the
sweat, order them into a circle facing the back of the female in front for a
"body cavity search". They would then be told to stand with legs wide apart,
bend their knees and then with their hands clasped behind their heads, bend over
so that so that their faces almost touched the buttocks of the female in front.
She would then work around the group, firstly finger probing their anus's and
secondly, with a change of gloves, roughly invading and "searching" their
vagina's. The prisoners would first see the girl in front's search from only
inches away and would then be subjected to the same treatment. The slightest
reluctance to obey giving Miss Jennings the ideal opportunity to use her
personal strap or cattle prod on the offender, or even put the recalcitrant on
"report".

Stewart was told that the punishments that cause the actual pain were, in
theory, strictly regulated. However, even the most junior member of staff could,
without further reference to her seniors, inflict what is called a "spot
correction ".

These can range from slapping the offenders face, inflicting a hand slapping on
the thighs or buttocks or giving three strokes of the strap that all staff carry
on their uniform belts. The electric prods could be used at any time to
"encourage" the prisoner. Naturally, the exact details of these "minor"
punishments are vague. There is nothing to prevent the slapping of the thighs
from lasting agonizing minutes or the three strokes being repeated for another
supposed offence only minutes later and to the exact same spot. The more senior
the staff member the heavier grade will be the personal strap she uses.
Additionally, her cattle prod will be set to a higher shock level.

Stewart mentioned that he had witnessed an "unofficial" strapping whilst in the
Police Guardroom . Interestingly the females said that these were regarded as
fair by the prisoners and were entirely voluntary. If the female committed an
offence and accepted that a punishment was due, this would enable her to get off
without anything being entered on her records. The member of staff had the final
say but the offender could ask for an "unofficial". The girl would then be given
a note which she had to take to the guardroom sergeant at the earliest
opportunity. This would state the offence and recommend the strap, paddle or
cane with the recommended number of strokes. The infliction was never less than
severe but usually fare and reasonable.

"So the punishments are always given on the buttocks or thighs " said Stewart.
The girls looked at each other, shaking their heads ruefully.

"If only that were true," said the elder one. She went on to explain that the
rules permitted infliction on the hands, buttocks, legs, back and shoulders and
for special offences, the breasts and crotch. 

"Take the case of the legs" she went on. "This can mean that we get caned or
strapped on the rear of the thighs, back of the calves, front of the thighs and
worst of all on the soft tender skin on the inner thighs between the knees and
the crotch ".

Stewart told them how he had been given a demonstration of a genital type
punishment by the nurses who had finger flicked his testicles. The two females
looked at them sympathetically and commented on the bruising that was already
visible on his scrotum and penis where the clamps had been used. They explained
that the genital punishments were always inflicted by one of the nurses and that
so far, they had both escaped.

"Surely," said Stewart, "There must be a limit to severity of a punishment, to
the amount of strokes that can be awarded ". The younger girl explained that
they only knew of the maximum that girls were receiving for the more serious
offences. They seemed to be restricted to 24 strokes of the cane for example.
There seemed to be no restriction on inflicting subsequent thrashings for a
further offence only hours or days later over the existing weals and bruises.
The attitude seemed to be that the prisoner who attracted a second caning had
only herself to blame if she needed a second dose of punishment before the other
punishment marks had faded.

"Don't forget that we also have what the staff call "Dressage Disciplines " that
are supposed to give us training in poise and deportment" said the younger girl.
They explained that a girl could be made to wear "dressage underwear" for a
period of a few hours as she went about her normal duties. The pony-tailed
prisoner opened a drawer and produced what seemed to be a leather harness of
some sort. 

"They call this a correctional bra " she said with disgust. "Any female prisoner
can be made to wear this in place of her normal regulation brassiere. The
adjustable leather straps fit like an ordinary bra over the shoulders and around
the back, but the cups consist of these nasty thin thongs that can be tightened
until the poor boob is trussed up and forced to stick out with only the nipple
free. It is only used on the bigger breasted females and if it's uncomfortable
for a girl with say 36 B breasts, its even worse for the bigger ones which bulge
out even more. If the girl remains more or less still, say in class, then it is
not too bad, but if she has to exercise and the breasts move about they say it
really hurts ".

"And how about this device ?", said the younger of the two prisoners, handing
Stewart what seemed to be a leather belt with a long stained thong with knots
tied in it hanging from the back. "They call it an under-strap. It fits round
the waist and then the leather thong is fed between the buttocks and pulled up
in the front until it's tight, then fastened to a short elastic tab which
permits some stretching, but not much . They make sure that the knots are tied
in the right places to cause maximum chafing and irritation. One on the anus and
the others pulled up into the labial lips . Sometimes its fitted over the
panties, especially when they know that you are likely to be getting a panty
cleanliness check later, but more often its pulled up into the bare clefts ".

" I have avoided the bra as my breasts are small, but I had the under-strap
fitted for two hours last week ". said the young girl. "The bitch of an
assistant wardress fitted it as she said that I had been walking around rather
than marching as we are supposed to. She ordered me to remove my panties, put
the belt around my waist and then and squat on a table. She adjusted the
position of the knots by trial and error then, with my knees wide apart she
pulled up the strap between my buttocks and between my er..well.. sex lips and
fastened it to the elastic tab at the front which kept it taught. She knew full
well that I had a Physical Fitness session starting next and tipped off the
instructress. It couldn't be seen under the panties and PT clothes but she knew
it was there and gave as many exercises as possible that would give me problems.
Astride jumps were fine but the running on the spot where we have to bring up
the knees and the bicycling when on our backs was hell. No matter how much it
chafed and rubbed I just had to keep going, otherwise it would have been at
least a "voluntary" with the strap for lack of effort . Sometimes the wardresses
will fit the strap with just a knot over the girls...well...sensitive spot
between her legs so that she gets all randy, but usually it's fitted to cause
pain and discomfort ".

"And then of course there are the duties as "Personal Servant" as they call it,"
she continued. "Don't ask me how they justify it with the rules, but any staff
member can select a prisoner for duties in their private accommodation. Once
they have you in there they can do what the hell they like with you and there is
virtually no way that you can object".

" If you are lucky " said the other girl, "you just get all the shitty jobs to
do such as cleaning the bath and toilet or washing their underwear. But the
lesbian or bi-ones order the prisoners to carry out more personal services. Any
refusal is classed as disobedience and they can lay on the strap or that awful
prod they have. Most girls submit fairly quickly and do as they have been told,
others, like Karen here resist. She was put on report for some trumped up charge
of insolence and was thrashed. The next day she was selected as a servant by the
same bitch and ... well...did as she was told."

Karen blushed as she nodded in agreement. " Take my advice, just do as you are
told and hope for the best". She said with a shudder.

"Look, we would like to tell you more but we had better get you into uniform".
Said the senior girl. In no time Stewart was issued 7 pairs of small jockey
shorts and three denim shirts.He was fitted with a very small pair of denim
shorts with the legs cut high and 7 pairs of white knee socks with one pair of
black plain shoes.

It was only just in time. The door burst open and in came the wardress.

"Leave the rest of your kit there boy, the Doctor is ready to see you for you
final check, so you can collect it later ".

With that Stewart was marched back to the medical centre and to a door marked
"Doctor Jayne Hargreaves ".

To be continued.

Chapter 7.

He waited outside the doctor's surgery for some ten minutes. He sat on the bench
next to his escorting wardress. Every time he moved so much as a fraction he was
told "Stop fidgeting boy". or "For heavens sake boy...keep still".

Eventually the door opened and out came Doctor Jayne Hagreaves. Stewart and the
Wardress stood up as the Doctor approached them. Doctor Hargreaves was around 30
years of age with long fair hair down to her shoulders. She was more than just
pretty. Her eyes were large and appeared almost sympathetic as she looked at the
male prisoner. She was slimly built with breasts that were apparent as they
thrust forward in a white open neck blouse with the neck and several other
buttons unfastened. She wore a plain short dark skirt with her legs covered in
dark stocking material and high-heeled shoes. Around her neck hung a stethoscope
and over the blouse she wore a short white medical coat.

"So this is the new male prisoner" she smiled encouragingly. " You had better
bring him in to the surgery, I have just been reviewing the results of all his
tests ". With that, she led the way into a typical doctor's room. Waiting,
behind the desk was a 40 year old, plumpish lady in nurses uniform with short
dark hair and a serious expression.

Doctor Hargreaves took her seat behind her desk next to the standing nurse and
motioned Stewart to sit on a small, low, uncomfortable stool in front of it. He
heard the wardress's electric prod rattle against a chair as she sat down at the
back of the room. Opening a file she started to read the results and comments.
Much of it went over Stewart's head but several phrases and comments struck
home.

" Generally good physical condition...a little overweight...blood profile
normal...reflexes normal...urine sample contaminated...difficulty in controlling
his displays of sexual interest...erection without permission...surprisingly
sensitive penis and testicles to any discomfort...prostate normal...faeces
normal".

" Dear me boy " said the doctor. "Not a good start to your stay here when my
nurses complain about your inability to control your basic urges during a
medical examination". She slowly stood up and walked around the desk standing in
front of Stewart. She leant forward with her stethoscope dangling and blouse
falling open so that Stewart could see her white bra and breasts. Her heavy
feminine perfumed and warmth flooded his nasal senses as he desperately tried
not to look.

"I might accept such a lack of control from a young boy of 16 but I'm afraid I
cannot allow such leniency to a 38 year old male such as yourself. You will have
to be thoroughly tested and trained until you can control yourself I'm afraid ".
She said with a sad resigned air of almost sympathy.

"Look at my breasts Stewart" she said with a smile. "Do you find them exciting
?". Stewart, squatting on the low stool, licked his dry lips and nodded
nervously as he looked at the white cupped globes with the outline of her
nipples clearly protruding through the white material. 

She slowly stood up and sat on the desk with her knees together. Then slowly
parted her knees.

"What can you see boy?" she asked with a sultry voice "Tell me exactly"

"Er..well Miss...I mean doctor... I can see your legs and black panties with the
garter belt holding the stockings up ".

"Are you controlling yourself ?" she asked suddenly. Then, quickly springing to
her feet, "Drop your shorts and pants NOW !".

Too late Stewart tried to think away his erection. As the shorts and pants were
dropped it sprang up on display to the three women.

"How DARE you boy !" said the young doctor." I had hoped that you would be
prepared to co-operate, but since you are obviously not prepared we must take
sterner measures with you. Strip completely and stand at the "present".

Stewart quickly stripped and stood as he had seen one of the girl prisoners
stand, feet wide apart, hands behind his head with elbows forced back. He was
desperately aware of his uncontrollable erection as it swung and nodded with his
every move. He was aware of a whispered conversation between the doctor and the
nurse, who proceeded to remove a long tube in a protective sealed packet from a
draw.

"We will deal with your deliberate lack of control later. Right now we will
complete the missing items on your medical report starting with a collection of
urine. As the previous one was contaminated, we will collect this via a
catheter. Unfortunately this will be made rather painful as you are erect".

Both of them slowly slipped on surgical gloves. Following more instructions from
the doctor, the nurse placed two seats in front of Stewart and they both sat
down with their feet either side of his two spread legs and their eyes firmly
fixed on his displayed genitals. The nurse grasped his penis with both hands and
in one quick movement forced his bruised foreskin back. The doctor then
carefully unwrapped the tube pressed the tip to the opening in Stewarts hard
penis and started to push it into his urethra. Soon the discomfort changed into
outright pain as the tube was pushed further and further in. The nurse and
doctor locked their shoes around each ankle making it impossible for him to back
away. When he dropped his hands towards his crotch one quick word "Guard !" had
the wardress snap smartly into position behind him holding his head and
shoulders in a full nelson grip with her pointed breasts pressing into his back.

Eventually, the unlubricated catheter was in place and Stewart was released. The
nurse handed him a large glass of water that he was told to drink and then stand
at the "present" with his back to a wall behind the desk. Stewart contemplated
whether he should tell the doctor that the water was hardly necessary as his
bladder was already feeling full, but thought better of it. He stood as still as
he could with the heavy end of the tube protruding out of his throbbing and hard
penis as the staff prepared to deal with another patient.

In marched the tall blonde girl that Stewart had last seen in the medical
centre. She snapped to attention in front of the desk with her large breasts
quivering. Dressed in the regulation "schoolgirl" short skirt, blouse and tie
she was even more magnificent that she had appeared stripped The doctor read her
file out to the others. It seemed that she had received the 12 strokes of the
cane and was back for a post punishment check and review. Following that there
was a request for permission to inflict a further twelve strokes for the
incident of refusal and disobedience in the toilets.

The doctor asked a few questions "Were all the strokes across your buttocks?"
"Not all doctor, three were on my legs ". "Were you secured for punishment?"
"Yes doctor, over the caning horse". "Did you receive any overlays?" "Two
strokes landed on top of previous ones doctor and..er..well..I had been caned
the previous day so my buttocks were still sore".

"Well girl" said the doctor. "Lets take a look at you, strip to your underwear".
With a nervous glance in my direction she quickly removed her tie, blouse and
skirt and resumed her attention position in her regulation white bra, small
white panties, garter belt stockings and shoes. As she was sideways to Stewart
he could now fully appreciate her large firm breasts as they proudly jutted
forward swaying slightly despite the support of the thin lightweight bra.

As if reading his mind the doctor smiled " You seem particularly well endowed
girl, what size bra do you wear?" "38 Double D doctor " replied the prisoner. 

" I don't think that you have been up for a breast punishment yet, have you?"
The girl gasped and started to tremble.

"Answer the question girl" snapped the wardress from behind her.

"Nn..n..no doctor" she said in a weak whisper. 

"Collected any Breast Related Demerits yet?" the doctor went on.

"Two doctor".

"And what were they for?"

"One for being found wearing a non-regulation bra and...one for wearing a soiled
bra doctor".

" You really will have to watch it then won't you ". Said the doctor moving from
her chair and standing close to the prisoner. She slowly traced the outline of
her nipples through the fabric with her finger nail and in almost a whisper
said.. " One more "BRD" and you and I will be discussing just how sensitive
these udders of yours are and just how much discipline they need ".

"Turn around, bend over, grasp you ankles, legs apart." she snapped. 

"Wider girl!".

The nurse pulled an angle light into position so that the girl's thighs and
buttocks were embarrassingly well illuminated. The ridged weals on her thighs
stood out in purple. The white regulation panties only partially covered the
buttocks and heavy weals could be seen over the lower parts of the nates. The
doctor snatched the thin panty material up into the girls crotch so that the
entire punished area was exposed. From where Stewart stood he could see the
material of the panties pulled into her crotch with the outline of her sex all
too visible. Either side of the panty crotch thick fair pubic hair protruded.
His bladder was painfully full but despite that and the weight of the tubing and
clamps that hung out of the end, his penis was elevated above the horizontal.

The girl was told to stand in front of the desk, at attention, as Doctor
Hargreaves wrote slowly in her file. Eventually the doctor looked up at her.

"It is obvious to me that you need further correction girl." She said." I intend
that your next thrashing should instil more discipline into you than the
previous ones have. I will arrange firstly that it be inflicted by Miss James,
who I know can be relied upon to lay the strokes on hard. Secondly, you will not
enjoy the luxury of being secured. You will have to accept the strokes and
control yourself not to move or in any way try avoid them. Should you fail to do
this I am recommending that for every "refusal" the stroke will be repeated and
at the end you will receive an "extra" across your inner thighs with the same
cane. Have you anything to say?"

The girl shook with fear as the sentence was read out.

"Nnno...ddoctor." She stuttered.

"Fit for punishment." snapped the doctor. "You can change places with this male
prisoner". Stewart moved to a position in front of the desk and the girl to one
behind it. She took up the "present" position without being told.

The doctor swivelled in the chair to face Stewart.

"And now it's your turn again boy ".

To be continued.

Chapter 8.

"You seem to have applied little effort to reduce your disgusting erection".
Said Doctor Jayne Hargreaves to her male prisoner. "Are you ready for your
bladder to be emptied yet?"

Stewart assured her that he was more than ready and the nurse pulled him across
the room to where four bottles were standing on a table. She placed the end of
the catheter tube in the first and, receiving a word of approval from the
doctor, released the pressure on the clamp allowing the urine to flow under
force into each bottle in turn. Only the final bottle was left less than full
despite the nurse applying pressure from her fisted hand just above his pubic
bone.

He was then told to resume the "present" position in the centre of the room. The
two chairs were placed in front of him with the doctor seated in one and the
nurse in the other with their eyes at waist height. Gloves were slipped on and
the wardress told to brace him for the removal of the tubing. The judo lock was
applied to his arms and neck as before and the nurse gripped his testicles and
penis firmly. With her left hand on his stomach as a bracing point, the doctor
slowly and painfully started to pull on the catheter. It slid, slowly, out of
his penis. Totally ignoring his gasps of pain the doctor continued to pull until
it was clear of his rapidly deflating organ, and now very sore, urethra.

" I will now require a sample of sperm from you." Said the doctor with a degree
of casualness as if she was discussing the weather and not something of such
intimate importance. " On my command you will masturbate to ejaculation and
catch the proceeds in this small glass jar. Kneel on the floor, legs well apart
and body upright."

Stewart did as he was told and was handed the cold glass container. He was now
looking up at the doctor, nurse and the female prisoner who was standing in her
bra and panties with legs wide apart and elbows forced back to display her large
heavy breasts. The uniformed wardress also moved into a position where she could
watch. All four were staring at him but despite this humiliating position and
the stinging caused by the catheterisation, Stewart's organ was rigid.

"Commence." said the doctor.

Stewart grasped his member and started to move his hand back and forth.

" You, girl, will provide a visual aid to this unpleasant process. Stand in that
position... immediately in front of him. And you, boy, may admire her body as
you excite yourself." she continued.

The girl towered above the kneeling male. Stewart looked up at her face that
registered the humiliation of her situation, the pain from the recent beating
and the fear of the one that was to come. Her well-formed breasts seemed to be
too large for the prison bra. Her body was covered in a light sheen of sweat
from the reaction to the fear. From the recessed navel a light trail of hair led
down into the tight white panties that were still pulled into her crotch. Her
fair pubic hair showed either side of the panties and a distinct smell of
feminine secretions reached his nose as he continued to pump.

Suddenly, he felt himself coming. The glass jar was only held in place for a
split second before the waves of the ejaculation swept over him and spurted out.
His body shuddered and he emitted a low moan as the relief swamped over him.

They waited a few minutes until his penis had stopped dribbling into the jar. It
was collected by the nurse, who having given the contents a cursory examination,
screwed on a top and placed it alongside the urine samples.

"Not bad for a first attempt Stewart " said the doctor as she came round the
desk and sat on the edge looking down on him. " However, I never like to rely on
just one sample so you will now supply a second one. You males seem to have some
problems with achieving this straight away so I will be arranging some help for
you. This female prisoner will be used to ensure that your erection returns
rapidly and the nurse here will provide the manual stimulation.

Stewart followed the doctor's glance to the nurse. She was approaching him with
a look of utter disgust on her face as she slipped on a pair of heavy, ridged
rubber gloves instead of the latex ones worn before. From the appearance of the
gloves and the grimace displayed on her face, she looked as if she was about to
clear a blocked drain rather than perform an intimate act.

"Carry on please Nurse" said the doctor.

"Right my girl," she said addressing the prisoner. "I will give you exactly five
minutes to get this wretch into a state where I can collect another sample.
Should you fail, I will have the wardress give you 3 with her strap across your
weals for every extra minute it takes you."

The girl looked at Stewart with tears starting to form in her eyes. She mouthed
the words "please help" at him. 

She stood close to him and leaned over so that her breasts brushed his head and
face. She swung the globes from side to side brushing his head then face. Her
sweat rubbed off onto his forehead and he could almost smell her fear. She then
squatted in front of him and opened her legs. This pulled her panties even
tighter into her crotch and made the pubic hairs either side of the gusset stand
out. She cupped her breasts in both hands as she stimulated the nipples to
erection under the thin white material as she stared imploringly into his eyes.

Nervously she reached forward with both hands and took his sore flaccid member
between her fingers, trying gently to stroke life back into it.

"One minute to go " called the nurse. Despite the girls, by now frantic efforts,
his organ remained only partly erect.

" Time up. Well girl, don't say I didn't warn you... Wardress !... three strokes
please !"

Brusquely the wardress turned the girl towards the desk and told her to lie
across it. To the kneeling Stewart this presented the punished bottom at eye
level. The panties were again pulled up tight into the crotch, the strap was
camly unhitched from the wardresses belt ...raised high and brought down with a
meaty "swack" across the wealed ridges. The girl shuddered and let out a low
groan but held her position. Twice more it was raised and lashed across the same
strip of flesh adding a vivid scarlet swathe on top of the red and purple weals.

"Splended, success at last." said the nurse looking down at Stewart's groin. To
his intense shame the savage strapping of the defenceless female prisoner had
returned his penis to full erection.

" Remain in position girl. You, boy, stand up with your legs apart." ordered the
nurse. She stood on his right and grasped his testicles with her left hand and
his shaft with his right. "Don't expect this to be pleasant," she muttered as
she started pumping.

Pleasant is not a word Stewart would have used. His penis was already sore from
the other nurses' examinations not to mention the catheter insertion. Now this
bitch was gripping it tightly and pumping rhythmically, ignoring his gasps of
pain. The doctor stood waiting on his left with another sample jar and the
wardress stood, tawse in hand watching the nurse at work with an embarrassed
grin on her young face.

After three minutes the pain from the savage friction was intense. Stewart
realised that these females could, and would continue to masturbate him until he
ejaculated, but try as he could and even though his penis remained thobbingly
erect, no way could he climax.

By now the nurse was sweating and grunting with the exertion. Gripping his
testicles even more firmly she ordered the wardress to lay on three more strokes
to the other prisoner.

The wardess raised her arm and the tawse was brought down heavily over the
swathe from the first lashes. Just as she raised her arm for the second lash,
with the victim writhing and whimpering awaiting the inevitable agony, Stewart
felt the start of another orgasm surge though his pelvis. It came as the third
stroke of the strap lashed into the girls throbbing wealed buttocks and she
screamed with the pain.

Quickly the doctor placed the jar over his penis tip as his knees buckled.

"STAND UP BOY!" screamed the wardress in his ear. "Take the jar from the doctor
and don't you dare spill a drop." 

Stewart stood with the jar for several minutes collecting the last drips while
the medical staff, and wardress looked on. The girl lay sobbing over the table
with her nates twitching in pain. They were then both ordered to the "present"
in front of the desk.

The now seated doctor slowly reviewed Stewart's file.

"It will be several days before we get all the results back, but on the basis of
what we have seen I am prepared to authorise you for "Normal Duties and
Disciplines". That will mean that you will be treated in the way the female
prisoners are. I would remind you that you are hear to learn total obedience to
authority so it will be up to you how hard or easy you make that task. As to
your lack of self-control, I will make a note on your file that all the staff
are to pay particular attention to that area and will deal with it at the
slightest indication. For your own benefit I will now have the wardress
demonstrate just one method available."

With a nod from the doctor the wardress came up behind Stewart.He heard the
click as some item of equipment was unclipped from her belt. He felt something
slide between his splayed legs and press gently between his dangling testicles.
The doctor looked over his shoulder and nodded to the wardress.

WHAP !!!. It was if he had been strapped across his scrotum. He instictively
jumped about a foot into the air.

"Get back into position boy" snapped the doctor. The wardress walked slowly into
his line of vision holding her prod in her right hand and smiling . 

"Where would you like the next jolt to be applied doctor?" she asked. "How about
here?" she said as the prod tip was used to lift the flaccid penis under the
soft exposed glans. Stewart flinched back moving his penis to safety.

"You have been told to hold position, " shouted the doctor. "Keep still...or
else!"

Against all his instincts Stewart braced, the tip was brought into contact and
after a five second pause the wardress pressed the small button on the handle
and Stewart leaped backwards as the pain was felt.

"I hope I make myself clear Stewart. From now on, how you are treated will be
for you to decide. Total respect and obedience to the staff and you will have no
problems. But the slightest hint of insolence, disobedience or lack of effort
and they will make your life hell. Get your clothes on and get out." 

To be continued.

Chapter 9.

On the evening of his second night in the Correctional Centre, Stewart was
appointed as a "Personal Servant" to Miss Angela James one of the Senior
Wardresses. He reported as ordered at exactly 6pm and was waiting outside the
door to her apartment when she arrived back. She was a heavily built woman of
average height, large breasts and with short dark hair.In no way could she be
described as attractive as she had a rather plump face with a permanent sour
expression especially when dealing with prisoners. Even though she had finished
work for the day she was still dressed in the full uniform of jacket, tie,
shirt, skirt and boots. She was believed to be around 35 years of age. As one of
the senior wardresses on the staff she had earned a reputation amongst the girl
prisoners of strictness to rules and severity of punishment for even the most
minor of offences. Despite her strict enforcement of the rules that required the
females to be spotless about their personal hygiene, frequently awarding demerit
points for the slightest stain on their panties or any failure to wash
themselves thoroughly, she had a reputation of being very lax indeed about her
own washing and cleanliness. 

"Inside" she snapped half pushing Stewart into the hallway. She took him into a
small sitting room. Sitting in a comfortable armchair she told him to stand at
attention. Slowly she eyed him up and down as he stood there in his prison
denims.

"Let me explain the rules...My rules" she said. "I will address you in any way I
see fit however, at all times you will address me as "Madam" You will instantly
obey any order that I give you without question. Is that understood ?".

"Yes...Madam" replied Stewart.

"Should you displease me in any way, fail to obey me, not complete any task that
I set you to my complete satisfaction then I shall punish you. This may be in a
variety of ways but in general I can assure you that they will all be extremely
painful. Any questions?" Stewart shook his head nervously.

Slowly Miss James moved to stand in front of him. She slowly removed her uniform
jacket and placed it on the desk. Relieved to see that she was not wearing the
belt to which was clipped her strap and prodder, he could make out the outline
of her bra under the uniform shirt and heard it creak and stretch as she moved.
She moved close to Stewart so that her large, rigidly encased breasts brushed
against his chest. He could see the damp patches of perspiration under each
armpit and smell the scent of stale sweat. He hardly saw her hand as it suddenly
lashed out slapping first his left cheek and then with the backhand his right
cheek. His face stung, his ears rang. He had almost been knocked off his feet by
this woman who was a full six inches shorter than himself.

"NO MADAM....sorry Madam " Stewart stammered .

She stood glaring at him for several minutes. "You have much to learn Boy " she
whispered. Its time that I found some work for you.

She took him through to the kitchen, sat in a chair and pointed to her uniform
knee boots. Remove these and you can clean and polish them. Stewart knelt at her
feet grasped the first boot and pulled. The boot was obviously a tight fit.
Casually Miss James put her other foot on his shoulder and pushed hard helping
him to slide the boot off. In doing this her legs were high and parted giving
him a brief glimpse of her stocking clad legs and panty crotch. She then placed
her smelly stockinged foot on his face covering his mouth and pushed against his
face . Fortunately the other boot slid easily off as he fell backwards.

She left him in the room having shown him where the shoe cleaning materials
were. Taking each boot in turn Stewart first brushed off the dust and then
polished in the black polish finishing with a soft cloth. For a whole hour he
buffed away at the leather until the whole are of both boots shone and glistened
and his arms ached with the effort.

Miss James returned and casually examined his work. To Stewart's horror she
ignored the shiny upper surfaces and looked underneath at the sole and heel.

On both boots there was an area there between the sole and heel that was not
only not polished but had dried mud on. She threw the boots in the corner.

"Well Boy, I warned you that I required total obedience and here you are, on the
first simple job I give you failing to take the slightest notice of my
instructions. Follow me". She marched through to a large bedroom. In addition to
the bed there was a large stool covered in straps and a sort of examination
couch that were obviously not part of the normal furniture.

She carefully selected a heavy leather strap from a selection lying on the
couch. It was 1/4" thick hide, two inches broad and about two feet long with a
split dividing the last six inches. 

"Your hands need to be taught a lesson in obedience. Lets start with the right
one...hold it out for punishment... palm up". She then carefully adjusted the
position of the hand with nudges from the belt, raised the strap high above her
shoulder and "WHAP" brought it down hard across the palm. Hardly had the
immensity of the pain started to take effect and the strap was raised and with a
savage downsweep brought down across his fingers. The third and fourth were just
as hard and across the soft join of the palm and fingers. The fifth across the
palm forced a grunt of pain from between Stewart's clenched jaws. He held his
palm on offer to the tawse not daring to move. The whole hand felt twice it's
normal size and throbbed agonizingly.

"Change hands Boy" came the command. He quickly swapped hands relieved to have
found an end to the feel of strap on top of throbbing weal. The five strokes to
the left hand were, if anything, more viciously delivered. Stewart relaxed and
held his hands together, rubbing them to alleviate the pain. Too late he
realised his mistake.

"HOW DARE YOU MOVE BOY!" shouted Miss James.

"In view of your disobedience I shall now have to repeat that rather minor
punishment .... present your hand again". Stewart held the throbbing palm up at
the required angle and gritted his teeth. Again the strap was raised back over
Miss James's shoulder and brought flashing down to ignite his already throbbing
flesh. Four more times the cruel strap fell on the right palm and fingers and
five more times on the left hand. Afterwards Stewart remained at attention with
his left hand out, trembling as he tried to control the pain and awaiting
permission to lower it.

"You may consider yourself lucky" said Miss James. I happen to be in a good mood
tonight otherwise you would have been severely punished for that offence.

"What a cow " thought Stewart " how in the hell can she describe that as a minor
punishment" as his throbbing hot palms were at last allowed to relax at his
sides.

He had much to learn about Miss James's ability to hurt.

To be continued.

Chapter 10.

Miss James then led Stewart though to the kitchen and told him to stand in front
of the large sink. She left the room but soon returned with a pile of what
seemed to be washing. She dropped the pile at his feet.

"Here's your second job tonight. This is a pile of my uniform shirts, underwear,
bras, panties and stockings. You will hand wash them all in the sink, dry them
in the dryer and iron just the shirts, bras and panties afterwards. There will
be no excuses of course for any item that becomes damaged or is not thoroughly,
and I mean thoroughly, washed and ironed. One hour should be sufficient." And
with that she walked out of the room.

Stewart ran hot water into the sink and added a handful of washing powder from a
box on an adjacent shelf. Kneeling down he examined the articles to be washed.
There were four white shirts with the scent of dry sweat around the underarms
and four pairs of black nylon stockings. He recognised the smell of her feet as
he carefully picked them up and dropped them into the hot water. Next he sorted
out three of her enormous brassieres, two white and one black. They were all of
a similar design, a sort of combination between a sports support bra and a
matronly rigid control device with wired inserts, a broad band round the back
and broad supporting shoulder straps. Out of curiosity he couldn't help looking
at the labels to see what size she was : 44 FF. The black bra showed white sweat
stains under the armpit areas and, on closed examination, so did the white bra's
armpits. 

Finally he knelt down to pick up the remaining items, two pairs of white
panties. Despite Miss James's heavy build and broad hips these were of the same
regulation type that he had seen the girl prisoners wearing. Hardly thongs, but
only a little larger than bikini type. One pair lay with the crotch exposed.
Clearly Miss James did not see any need for a high standard of personal
cleanliness for herself or the need to change her intimate clothing frequently.
The front part was damp with a yellowish stain and the rear seemed to have been
pulled up into her buttocks with noticeable brown markings. He did not have to
lift the panties to his nose before the smell of an unwashed female crotch
assailed his senses.

As he dropped them into the water he suddenly remembered the warning the two
female prisoners in the clothing store had given him. What if he was going to be
ordered to perform a "personal service" on this wardress during the course of
his duties that night? Would he refuse and, if he dared to refuse, was it true
that a prisoner could be thrashed for such an offence?

His thoughts were brought to an abrupt halt as he placed his hands into the hot
water and pain of the heat reached his recently strapped palms and fingers. He
gritted his teeth as he realised that, almost certainly, his use as a sex
servant was in the mind of Miss James. Given her total control over him, all
Stewart could hope was to make it a easy as possible on himself. With that in
mind he set to work on the panty crotches, shirts and bras with the soap, hot
water and a small nailbrush.

The dryer took 15 minutes to dry the scrubbed and squeezed garments. Stewart,
with an eye on the clock, already had the iron hot as he carefully folded the
stockings and started to iron the panties. Just then the door bell rang and he
heard Miss James welcoming a visitor. It took only a few words of the
conversation from next door for him to realise that it was Doctor Jayne
Hargeaves. It seemed that she had dropped by to hear how the flogging of the
girl had progressed.

It seemed from what Miss James had to say, that it had been most thorough. The
event had of course been video recorded .She described how the girl had stripped
naked and mounted the caning horse but, on the doctors orders, had not been
secured. Miss James had chosen one of the senior, meatier canes. " Heavy to use
with more of a whoosh than a swish... but less likely to nick the existing weals
and certainly effective in that it hits hard and hurts like hell."

He heard that she took the first three strokes well, but had real problems being
back in position for the next two across her thighs. Strokes number six and
seven were well taken but the last three all earned "extras" as she moved and at
one point stood up clutching her buttocks. The final stroke had to be repeated
twice making four "refusals" and therefore four "extras" in total.

Laughingly Miss James admitted that she had predicted more "refusals" and had
been surprised that the girl had been able to take the seventh as she had made
sure that the last four all landed on the previous overlays that must have been
"a little tender".

The four extras had been inflicted, as the doctor had ordered, on her inner
thighs. Two to each leg. She had been secured in the thigh punishment frame for
these. She ended the report by predicting that she would be most unlikely to
repeat the offence for a while.

The doctor expressed her doubts that the prisoner was fully trained as yet and
found her attitude somewhat impudent and felt that she needed taking down a peg.
She mentioned that she had much admired the girl's breasts. As she had already
collected two Breast Demerit Reports, she felt it more than likely that she
would soon need discipline on them. With a conspiratorial laugh, Miss James said
to leave it to her. She would drop the hint for extra vigilance by the rest of
the staff in that area. Sooner rather than later the girl will make an
appropriate slip and she can then be awarded her third BRD. "She will be
bouncing along to your surgery for a breast discipline examination before you
know it Jayne!"

Stewart had just finished the last of the ironing as he heard Miss James excuse
herself and she walked into the kitchen.

"Finished yet Stewart?" she enquired.

Leaping to attention in front of the neatly stacked clothing Stewart replied in
the affirmative. 

" I will check them later, in the meantime I have a visitor who needs your
attention so follow me into the other room."

The doctor was surprised to see Stewart. " Well Angela, this is a change for
you, I thought you always selected one of the females as a servant."

"Not at all," replied Miss James. " I certainly enjoy the use of the girls, but
we all need a change from time to time and there is a certain fascination in
breaking in a male as one's personal maid. I have already had to correct him
with a strap across his hands and I doubt if that is the last problem I will
have with him tonight."

" From what I have seen of him so far I would definitely keep your strap handy."
said the doctor. " Would it help if I signed an authorisation for punishment for
you now? That way all you have to do is fill it in with the offence and you can
lay it on straight away without having to call one of us over in the middle of
the night. Will, say six with the strap be O.K.?" "Better make it ten." replied
Miss James. I haven't seen him stripped yet and these males tend to have thicker
hides than the females. I can then supplement it with the odd three strokes with
a lighter strap without the need for further paperwork."

Stewart, standing at attention, could hardly believe what he was hearing. The
totally callous and offhand way that the two females discussed inflicting pain
on prisoners would have been unbelievable to him just a week ago. It was pretty
obvious that the rules and regulations could be interpreted in almost any way
the staff wanted. The bottom line seemed to be that every prisoner, and that
included himself, could be stripped, beaten, flogged, caned, hit, slapped used
and humiliated whenever a wardress or staff member felt like it. It was true
that they had to have a reason, but that reason once given would be accepted
without question by her colleagues, however facile. Hell only knows what
personal services these bitches can have you perform for them he thought and
then rapidly realised that he was probably about to find out.

For the victim there was no appeal, no possibility of mercy and no legal redress
of any sort. They were there to learn obedience and an important part of that
process was accepting the total and absolute power of the female staff. Little
wonder, he mused, that he had seen girl prisoners shake with fear just because a
wardress had spoken to them.

" I must be off," said the doctor moving to a position in front of Stewart. "
Watch yourself boy she said quietly but menacingly to him. If I get called back
to authorise a further flogging for you, heaven help you." Having bade farewell
to Miss James, she left.

Stewart heard the sound of the door to the outside world being locked. A
terrible sense of foreboding came over him as Miss James walked around him twice
and stopped, standing in front of him with her breasts pressing against his
chest. She waited several minutes, staring into his eyes.

" Time for a little test of your obedience " she said with a cold smile on her
lips

To be continued.

Chapter 11.

Miss James walked over to the table on which lay the form that the doctor had
signed. She picked up a ballpoint and started to fill it in.

" Must finish the paperwork, in case you fail to obey me completely." she said.
" I think the offence will be... Failure to obey an order" and with a flourish
signed the bottom of the form. She waved the paper in front of his face. 

"It will be down to you from now on Stewart. This is a legal document and
authorises me to beat you with ten strokes of the strap. My rank of Senior
Wardress permits me to give you an official punishment in my quarters provided I
have another signature on the form, which you know full well that I have. Obey,
and I may throw it in the bin. Get yourself into the room where I keep the
equipment and bring the straps there to me."

Stewart walked into the room. There were six straps lying on the bench. There
was the regular one still clipped, along with her prodder and battery pack to
her uniform belt and five others of various sizes and weights. He shuddered as
he recognised the one she had used earlier on his hands. He collected them all
and was told to place them on the table.

Miss Jones slowly examined them. After several minutes she settled on a brute of
a tawse : one two foot six inches long made of stiff dark brown hide and layered
to a thickness of nearly half an inch. The business end was split into two one
foot strips. She stood in front of him and slowly stroked his face with the
heavy oiled tips. He could smell the rough leather and feel the weight as it was
dragged across his cheeks.

"This is a real punishment tawse, not one of the little correctors that we use
here on a regular basis. The female prisoners seem to hate this when I use it on
them. It seems that it burns as well as stings and the pain lasts for some time.
Not to mention the subsequent pain from the weals and the heavy bruising. Its
all down to you whether I will need to use it on you. Shall we start?" she
concluded with a smile.

She walked casually over to the large armchair and sat in it. She then beckoned
Stewart to stand in front of her and ordered him to strip down to his underwear.
He soon stood in front of her naked except for his small jockey pants that did
little to support his bulging genitals. 

" Your first task is to remove my stockings." Stewart knelt in front of her and
reached up under her uniform skirt to the top of her heavy thighs. He quickly
located the clips on the suspender belt for the right leg and unclipped them. He
then slid the stocking carefully down to the foot where he pulled it free. As he
repeated the process with the other stocking Miss James leant well back and
place a foot over each seat arm.

From where he knelt, Stewart found himself looking up her skirt with her inner
thighs and panty crotch fully displayed to him.

" Pay attention boy !. You will now thoroughly wash each foot in turn." She said
quietly. Stewart looked around the room for some washing implements until his
search was interrupted by the words :" With your tongue boy !.

" I accept that you may display signs of sexual arousal but you look only where
I tell you to look and right now it's at my feet. To make this training of yours
more interesting, I will be giving each major task I set you a percentage score.
I will add up the marks at the end and we can then assess how well you have
done. I should warn you that the pass mark will be 85% and I think that you can
guess how I will be rewarding any failure." she said nodding to where the form
and the strap lay on the table.

Stewart gingerly held her heel with his right hand and brought his lips against
the sole of her left foot. The foot was pungent with the odours of being encased
in stockings and a tight leather boot for hours. Steeling himself he started to
lick the underside and then moved to the toes. Between each toe he tasted an
accumulation of foot sweat and grime that he assiduously licked and sucked clean
taking care to suck each toe in turn. Moving to the top surface he licked up as
far as her ankles, then repeated the process to the equally pungent right foot.

" Not a brilliant start." said the wardress. I award you only 70% for that
pathetic effort on each foot. Fortunately you have five such sections so you can
make up for lost ground, provided you put some more effort in to the other
tasks."

Stewart groaned inwardly. It was only too obvious that Miss James was the cat
and he was the mouse in this bizarre game. However hard he tried he was in for a
brutal beating from this woman. The most he could hope for was not to antagonise
her to the point that she would have the punishment increased. He must learn to
remain subservient and do his utmost to please her, however repugnant the tasks
might be to him.

Miss James rose from the chair and told him to stand in front of her.

"Remove my tie and uniform shirt."

Stewart timidly reached forward and loosened the tight black tie from around her
neck, pulled the tail through the not and carefully pulled the tie from around
her collar.

" Now I want you to undo all the buttons on the shirt."

Even more timidly Stewart undid the neck button and then slowly moving
downwards, the ones stretched tight between her massive breasts. He tried not to
look as the large white wired bra cups came into his view and the shirt sprang
apart as each button was undone. Finished he stood with his hands at his sides.

Once again the vicious slap, first to one side of his face and then to the other
caught him by surprise and left him with his face burning.

" When I tell you to undo all the buttons I expect you to do just that. I still
have my sleeve buttons fastened not to mention the ones beneath where my shirt
is tucked into my skirt. If you looked to your work didn't spend time ogling my
breasts, you might appear more obedient. Fetch the strap from my uniform belt.
NOW !!."

Stewart almost ran into the other room and returned clutching the smaller strap.
He presented it to Miss James who told him to bend over and grasp his ankles.

Almost as soon as he was bent over and before he could prepare himself for the
pain, she laid three hard strokes across the lower part of his taught buttocks
where bare flesh was exposed beneath the lower edges of the pants. Stewart,
biting his lips against the waves of agony remained in position. If this is a
light tawse, he thought, what in the hell is the heavy brute going to feel like.

" Just in case you didn't know, I can and will give you unlimited doses of that
strap. If nothing else it will serve to tenderise your backside for when I lay
on the punishment strap later. Now, stand up and finish the job " she said
throwing the tawse across the room to the table top.

Nervously Stewart undid the buttons on both sleeves then slowly pulled the shirt
out of the tight waistband of the skirt. When it was completely clear he undid
the last remaining two buttons. On Miss James instructions her then carefully
slipped the shirt off her back and stood in front of her again. She was
certainly a large woman but it would be incorrect to call her fat in any way.
Indeed, there was hardly a bulge even where the uniform skirt gripped her round
her waist. Clearly she worked out regularly and it showed. She stood with her
hands on her hips looking at Stewart. Her huge breasts constrained by the white
bra swelled over the tops of the rigid support cups and the pressure points of
her nipples could be seen under the material.

"Kneel on the floor boy". As soon as he knelt before her she turned her back and
instructed him to unfasten her bra. He nervously unclipped the fasteners on the
three inch wide back of the heavy support brassiere. As the strain was removed
from the fastening the weight of the breasts pulled the fasteners wide apart.
She then turned round and stood looking down between the mounds.

"Reach up and remove the bra" she ordered.

Stewart reached and clutched the shoulder straps in each hand and then slowly
pulled the massive bra from her breasts and down over her arms until it lay in
his hands and her breasts were free of any support. 

" You may look at my breasts ". 

From his lowly vantage point Stewart looked up at the pendulous pear shaped
globes. They were an almost pure white with a thin tracing of veins just visible
under the surface. The swung from her chest rather than protruded with her
slightest movement causing them to sway. The light pinkish brown nipples were
thick and protruded at an upwards and outwards angle a full half inch from the
surrounding three inch diameter swollen areola. Despite their size and apparent
weight they sagged only slightly. As she raised her hands and placed them on her
head the breasts were lifted almost clear of her chest where the lower surface
had previously sagged against her and previously trapped sweat ran down. Stewart
could now see Miss James's armpits where the matted underarm hair was dense and
thick. He could smell the scent of the dried perspiration, perspiration that
flowed during the exertions caused by her brutal thrashing of the female
prisoners earlier in the day.

The wardress then leant over to a nearby table and handed Stewart an opened jar
of body cream. " You will now cream each breast in turn...thoroughly." she said.
Slowly she moved back to the armchair and sat in it leaning against the back
with her hands clasped behind her head. Stewart knelt to one side, scooped a
large amount of the white scented cream and started to rub the underside of the
right breast. Slowly he forced his hand in between the slight sag of the breast
and then, replenishing the cream frequently, massaged it around the entire
mammary.

The breast felt firm and heavy to his touch. By the time he started to cream the
nipple area it was already turgid and protruding even more. He took great care
to rub the cream into the nipple with his finger tips and then went over the
breast again gently rubbing any spare cream in until only a thin sheen of it was
left to indicate his creaming. 

As he moved round the chair to start work on her left breast she reached up to
the bulge in his tight underpants and examined the shape of his throbbing penis
with her fingers.

" This must be the lack of control that the nurses have complained about." she
said with a slight smile. " If you perform well, I might overlook it this time."

Again, Stewart felt like the mouse to Miss James's cat in this cruel game. Once
again she had emphasised to him how she was to be the judge, jury and
executioner to him that night. When he had finished the other breast he stood to
attention in front of her.

"Not bad, not bad at all." she said and his spirits rose. You score 100% on both
of those tasks, so, let's see...one more task for you assessment. If you do
really well you will be home and dry." Standing up she then gave the order: "
Now remove my skirt".

Stewart, with more confidence, unclipped the fastenings on the grey uniform
skirt, then the vertical zipper and lowered it to the floor where the wardress
stepped clear. She towered above him, naked to the waist and wearing just a
tight pair of white panties, a suspender belt and black stockings. As he stood
she moved closer until her breasts were pressing against her bare chest. She
rocked from side to side so the mounds rolled against him.

"Now for the final task of your assessment. A simple cleaning job that even you
should have no problem with. Kneel down." Slowly she turned round so that his
face was level with her large firm buttocks. Her panties had wedged into the
buttock crease and allowed her black pubic hair to protrude either side. Slowly
she reached back, pulled the back of the panties down to her thighs and then
leant forward, legs apart and her hands on her knees thrusting her buttock
crease into his face. Even before he had inhaled Stewart was made all too aware
of the scent of the unwashed anal cleft. The wardress's position partially
parted the buttocks revealing her dense black anal hair and her puckered brown
anus.

" What are you waiting for Boy?." she snapped." Get cleaning!"

Tentatively, Stewart extended his tongue and touched it against the top of the
furrow and started to lick. As he moved his tongue downward he started to taste
the mixture of sweat and secretions that had scented earlier. Only the fear of
the strap kept his tongue pressed hard into the flesh. The further down he
licked the thicker and coarser became the anal hair until even with his tongue
fully extended it brushed against his lips and teeth. Loose hairs found their
way into his mouth as he continued to lick slowly downwards.

His eyes were closed as he fought against the temptation to rebel, to refuse to
obey the order, to tell Miss James that she needed to wash. Suddenly, his tongue
touched wrinkled puckered skin. He forced himself to ignore the smell and taste
and licked even harder with the tip of his tongue pressing hard against the very
centre of her anus. Having almost scrubbed the area with his tongue he moved his
head back and took a deep breath of fresh air.

Miss James stood upright, pulled up her panties, and turned round to look down
at him.

" Not too bad for a first attempt, so, what shall I award you for that effort ?"
she asked. " Lets say...80%, now that makes two times 70 add two times 100 add
80, divide by 5,...it comes to...just 84%..not a bad score at all. Now what did
I say the pass mark was...?"

" 85% Madam " replied Stewart with a sinking heart, hoping that he had just
scraped in but knowing that he had not.

" Oh dear, so very close." she said with a condescending smile. " Are you hoping
that I might forget the missing 1% or possibly reduce the punishment for your
failure?" she asked. "Not a hope boy, you are now in for ten hard ones with that
strap. Get it for me NOW!"

The trap had sprung, as he always knew it would. Shaking, Stewart went to the
table and picked up the punishment strap. It felt even heavier and more rigid
than before. Holding it in both hands he handed it to the Wardress and following
the implied instruction from her eyes, resumed his position kneeling at her feet
and looked up at her face that appeared between her naked swinging breasts.

" You seem determined to learn the hard way don't you boy." she said with a
sneer. " You are now about to learn just how hard I can lay this strap on.
Believe me, I intend that you are really going to feel this. Perhaps then you
will have a little more respect for females in authority over you and will also
have more incentive to obey my orders to the full. Remove your underpants."

Stewart obeyed and returned to the attention position. She casually glanced down
at his semi-erect penis and then moved round behind him and stroked his buttocks
with her fingertips and then gently stoked the area with the strap several
times.

On her orders he followed her into the bedroom for his punishment.
 

To be continued.

Chapter 12.

Miss James led him to the waist high examination table. The far end of it was
pressed against the wall with a large mirror positioned to it's left. It was a
solid sturdy piece of equipment that Miss James informed him was on loan from
the punishment centre for his "benefit". He was told to stand at the end with
his feet apart and placed on footrests. She quickly fastened his ankles to the
bottom of the uprights with two padded ankle-cuffs. Next he was told to lean
forward at an angle of 45 degrees from the waist resting his weight on his
elbows. More restraints were produced and his arms and wrists were soon fastened
to the leather top near the table edges. He realised that movement to avoid the
strokes would be impossible and that the most he could do was raise and lower
his upper torso. 

He noticed the stained and marked leather realising that it had been witness to
years of suffering by the female prisoners. Whether the stains were caused by
sweat, tears or bodily fluids he had no idea, and right now, was too frightened
to speculate.

Miss James produced a short strap with a leather pad. " I have no intention of
allowing you to disturb my neighbours during this beating, so you will have to
wear this gag. It's the one that the female prisoners under punishment wear. I'm
afraid it's still rather damp and its certainly well chewed, most of them seem
to dribble somewhat when being hurt".

The soggy leather wedge was pushed into his mouth and the strap secured tightly
behind his head. He bit down on the soft damp leather as countless female
prisoners must have done just before they were punished. At this point the
terrible inevitability of his situation really struck home. Unable to move,
unable to even ask for help, he was totally at the mercy of the wardress.

"As this is a formal punishment, I will be wearing my uniform hat as you will
see in the mirror. That and the fact I am clearly a female should do much to
emphasise that this is a punishment by a female in authority, which seems to be
what your problem is". Behind him in the mirror Stewart watched as Miss James
slipped on her uniform knee boots, black gloves and carefully placing her
uniform hat on her head, picked up the tawse and stood behind him.

Dressed as she was with her large naked breasts swinging and nodding as she
moved and holding the heavy tawse held in her right hand, she would strike fear
in most hearts. To the secured male prisoner Stewart, she looked simply
terrifying and the very embodiment of female authority.

" Male prisoner 477 Stewart. You are to receive ten strokes of the tawse across
your naked buttocks. They will be delivered at one minute intervals. Is that
understood?". Miss James intoned. Stewart nodded and grunted "Yes Madam "
through his gag.

The wardress stood back, raised the tawse back over her shoulder and then, with
all her might, brought it down across Stewarts buttocks with a long "swoosh"
ending in a dull "thwuck" as it impacted across the top of his buttocks.

Stewart was driven into the table by the force of the blow but felt no pain for
a second or two. Then the scorching heat of the impact reached his brain and he
lurched against the straps groaning softly to himself.

He could clearly see the dial of the large clock. As the second hand moved to
near the top, Miss James placed her feet wide apart, braced herself, raised the
tawse and on the instant it reached the top, brought it down. This time there
was hardly any delay. As the tawse struck just below the previous stroke, the
agonising blaze of pain hit him. Despite the gag the breath was knocked out of
him. Unfortunately for Stewart he was still leaning on the bench with his
buttocks taut when the third stroke lashed across his defenceless nates. He had
learnt the hard way that relaxed muscles are less receptive to pain.

Miss James laid on the heavy tawse for the fourth and fifth strokes, the latter
slashing across the sensitive skin at the join between the thighs and his
buttocks. The pain was unbelievable. Each stroke caused him to catch his breath
and he had hardly started moaning into the gag before the next arrived. She
moved to his side to check that his wrist and arm straps were still secure. A
thin sheen of sweat covered her breasts and she could be heard breathing heavily
with the exertion.

All too soon the flogging re-commenced with one across the top of his buttocks.
No wonder she had checked his straps. The pain seemed to be magnified three-fold
as the strap hit across previously wealed flesh.

She then worked methodically downwards, each stroke being delivered with a grunt
of exertion until the final vicious one lashed across the tops of his thighs.

Miss James casually examined the effects of her beating by running her
fingertips over the weals on his throbbing agonized nates. Satisfied she moved
to the top of the punishment table and sat, legs wide apart across it facing her
victim. Stewart, slumped in his straps looked up at her. She was still breathing
heavily, her magnificent damp breasts lifting up and down. She reached behind
his head and unfastened the strap levering the wet gag out of his mouth. She
supported his chin looking into his eyes.

" If you think that hurt my boy, wait 'till you have to take the cane from me.
The sooner you accept my total authority over you and learn to obey my every
order, the sooner you will avoid such punishments. I want you now to examine me
closely as the pain subsides so that you fully equate my presence with your
discipline". Stewart looked up at the hard face under the uniform hat, the
muscular arms, the huge breasts with large nipples and the splayed thighs with
the panty crotch stretched across her pubic mound. He could smell her sweat and
crotch scents. She inched closer to him so that her thighs were resting on his
hands.

" You will now show me respect. You will first suck each nipple and then kiss my
crotch". Stewart leant forward and suckled her right nipple. It felt cold and
rubbery but soon started to swell and erect under his tongue. Next he sucked her
left nipple with as much reverence as he could muster. Finally, in an act of
total subservience, he bent down and gently kissed the panty crotch. The scent
of a sexually aroused female combined with the acrid smell of dried urine was
almost overpowering but he pressed his lips and tongue against the soiled panty
crotch feeling the dense pubic hair under the thin white material.

Suddenly, Miss James leapt off the bench and started to unstrap Stewart. He was
then told to lie face up along the top. From a drawer Miss James produced a pair
of stirrups attached to a wide leather strap and slid this under Stewart's waist
fastening the clips on the strap to the sides of the bench.

"It's time for a riding lesson boy" she announced. "I have no intention that you
should enjoy this," she said grasping his semi-erect penis and pulling down on
the foreskin to expose the head. "So I will be applying some cream that the
doctor has given me. I understand that its rather uncomfortable". She massaged
the cream from a tube all around Stewarts glans. It seemed to be some form of
heat treatment and began to burn an itch causing him to harden.

Next she covered the penis with a thick de-sensitising condom that would ensure
that little, if any sensation could be felt. Finally she grasped a long thin
riding quirt in her right hand and, placing her right foot in the stirrup,
lifted herself in the air and stood, standing in the "saddle" above him. Still
holding the quirt she grasped the penis. Having engaged it between her sex lips
she slowly lowered herself to the riding position sitting on Stewart's pelvis.
Despite the stinging irritant and the thick condom Stewart felt the sensuous
warmth and slippery grip of her sex as it engulfed him.

"The rules are very simple." She said. "You will maintain you erection and you
will not, under any circumstances, ejaculate. If you follow these orders I will
be well pleased with you, if you do not I will thrash you with this riding whip.
Do you understand?"

"Yes Madam". 

Miss James commenced to ride. Slowly at first, levering her considerable bulk up
and down on Stewart so that his penis was gently squeezed and pumped. Soon,
however, as her excitement mounted, she changed from the walk to the trot and
finally to the gallop. Stewart was in an agony of fear. The irritant cream
ensured his erection but the condom, however thick could not insulate him from
the exquisite sensations of his penis as the sex of the wardress slid up and
down his shaft with increasing grip and feeling every second. By now the sour
face under the uniform hat had changed to a face of animal lust with her teeth
bared and eyes wide. She was sweating heavily. The huge pendulous breasts were
bouncing up and down and slapping against her ribs. Stewart fought against the
overwhelming need to ejaculate, desperately forcing his mind to other thoughts,
other places. Trying to ignore the succulent slippery shaft that moved up and
down the penis, the thick pubic patch slamming into his pelvis then lifting
away.

Suddenly, with a bellow of seeming agony from the wardress, the pace slowed and
she stopped leaning breathlessly, panting and dropping sweat on to her victim.
Stewart, thankful that he had retained control and not ejaculated, lay
motionless, awaiting the next order.

After a few minutes Miss James dismounted leaving Stewart's condom clad penis
exposed. She leant over and slowly pulled the rubber free. "Well done boy!" she
said as if he were a dog. "Excellent self-control...so you won't need a taste of
the crop. That's all the duties I have for you tonight so get dressed and get
yourself back to the guardroom for the night".

As quickly as he could Stewart dressed and let himself out of the apartment. The
fresh weals from the strapping made even walking painful, but gritting his teeth
he marched towards the main entrance. It was dark, he was tired and in pain he
came to attention in front of the duty Sergeant.

Within seconds he was pushed into 

To be continued.

Chapter 13.

Stewart was woken to the usual Guardroom routine at 6am. Firstly he was ordered
to strip and was then marched to the guardroom toilet block by a young
policewoman. She casually leant against the wall watching as he used the
doorless toilet and cleaned himself. Next he was ordered into the shower where
the girl turned on the high power blast of hot water for his shower and threw
him a bar of coarse domestic soap. Even the gentle application of lather to his
bruised and wealed buttocks provoked an agony of stinging . Finally she turned
the temperature to full cold and literally blasted the soap off his quivering
body. 

After drying himself on a hard towel he was marched back to his cell and allowed
to dress in his uniform denims. He had just finished the surprisingly appetising
breakfast when the policewoman returned to his cell and, unlocking the door
ordered him out.

"They have finally allocated you to one of the training groups," she informed
him. "You are to report to Miss Kenton in block 15. She is the Assistant
Wardress in charge of that group and you will be one of her charges. You are to
wait outside her office and she will call you in". Stewart marched smartly out
of the cell, through the main door and following the clearly marked signs to
block 15.

It was one of several such wide, single storey blocks that were built in neat
rows next to what seemed to be a parade ground. The corridor was at the side of
the block and ran almost it's entire length. To the right were doors, on each of
which was a signboard. The one at the end was labelled "Punishment Room". The
others were "Dormitory", "Latrine", "Showers", "Laundry" and near the entrance
door, " Wardress in Charge". Here Stewart waited, standing at attention with his
back to the wall.

Several female prisoners appeared, darting from door to door. They were dressed
in the regulation schoolgirl type blouse, tie and skirt and were obviously
preparing for the start of work. The door to the office was none too thick and
Stewart was suddenly aware of a raised female voice the other side. Suddenly the
door opened and out rushed a tall thirty-year-old female with her fair hair in a
ponytail. As she marched away down the corridor she looked back over her
shoulder. 

"Don't just stand there idiot, knock on the door". She exclaimed. Nervously
Stewart did just that. After a short pause came the command "Enter".

As he marched in and came to attention in front of a large desk, Stewart saw
Miss Judith Kenton for the first time sitting in her office chair. She was in
her very early twenties, around 5' 10'' and still carrying the puppy fat of
youth. Her long fair hair was swept back in a formal roll at the back of her
head. She had a handsome symmetrical face with large blue eyes, thick eyebrows
and full lips with just a hint of lipstick. She was dressed in the standard
uniform with her short sleeved shirt pulled tight across her breasts. Her hat
and jacket hung on a rack in the corner of the room.

"Allow me to introduce myself boy", she said in a cultured well-spoken voice. "
I have just been appointed to this job straight out of Wardress Training
College. I was educated at a leading private school for girls. I have a first
class degree from a top university, which marks me out for rapid promotion, and
it is essential to my career that I make a resounding impression as early as
possible. Putting it simply, I intend, by the end of the months training, to
produce the most obedient and disciplined group that this prison has ever seen.
You are an oddity in being the one male amongst the 11 females but you will all
receive the same treatment. That treatment will be severe, strict and at times
brutal until I have achieved the standard that I require. I expect your total
and absolute obedience to my every order and to those of any staff member. You
will obey my every command. You will question nothing. I shall not hesitate to
punish you myself or to have you punished by other staff members as may be
necessary. As the only male in the prison you will be exposed to the constant
presence of naked or near naked females. I have read your file particularly the
complaints about your inability to control yourself in such situations and I
will be paying particular interest to you in that respect. There are rules here
governing what is acceptable when it comes to punishing prisoners. You are at
liberty to appeal against the actions of any staff member¡­but I would not
advise it. I can and will punish you on a whim and you would be well advised to
accept this. Do I make myself understood?"

"Very clear Miss." Replied Stewart.

"Good. A little test of you obedience to my authority will now take place.
Remove your shirt and lay face down on this desk with your arms at your sides."
Puzzled, Stewart did as ordered and lay with his face to the left. Miss Kenton
stood up and moved into his view. Slowly she unhitched the strap from her belt.
She raised it high over her shoulder and brought it slashing down across his
defenceless shoulders with a load thwack. He tried not to flinch but the second
caught him in the same place and he had to fight to keep in position. He
expected the third to be the last but the strap was raised and brought down a
further four times, all across the same gathering red band of shoulder flesh.
Having replaced the strap on her belt she lay her head on the desk only inches
from the grimacing face of her victim. She stared into his eyes as they flinched
against the pain she had just inflicted. He could smell her breath as she waited
for his reactions to subside.

" How many strokes am I allowed to inflict with this strap Stewart?" She
whispered. Clenching his fists with the pain he replied "Just three Miss". ¡­And
how many strokes have you just received, should anyone ask?" "Three Miss" he
said hoping that this was what she wanted to hear.

"Splendid, splendid. I sure that we will work well together boy. You may stand.
Have you anything to say?"

Catching his breath Stewart stood to attention. " Thank you for my punishment
Miss".

As soon as he had replaced his shirt over his smarting shoulders he was told to
follow her. Moving down the corridor she turned into the room marked
"Dormitory". Inside the room was subdivided into small cubicles that had curtain
screens to the room. In each cubicle there was a bed, a chair, a bedside table
and a tall wardrobe with shelves and a hanging rail. The eleven girls in the
squad were milling about but snapped rapidly to attention at the entrance of
Miss Kenton.

" This male is 477 Stewart who is the new member of the squad. It may be unusual
to have a male member but you will have to make the best of it. I can assure you
that he will be treated in exactly the same way with no favours in either
direction. It's now 0850 so you will be on parade outside in ten minutes. Carry
on".

"Yes Miss" came the chorus of obedience. Stewart looked at his fellow prisoners
and they looked at him. The females were all ages between eighteen and thirty
something. They were of all shapes and sizes. One tall girl with short hair was
black, another slim small girl Chinese and the rest European. A short, large
breasted, fair-haired girl of about 25 came over to him.

"Welcome to the hell squad Stewart, my name is Daley, we only use surnames in
this place. All your uniform kit has been placed in your locker. You should be
acceptable dressed like that as it's a lecture first and then we have to come
back here as we have been given a "Group" between ten and twelve am. ".

Seeing his surprise at the mention of the word "group" she said that some of
them had fouled up on a test of the rules the previous day. Miss Kenton had been
furious and said that they would all have to suffer a group punishment as they
were called. It would be inflicted in the punishment room and would bound to be
a fairly severe strapping at the least. Stewart groaned and explained that he
had just had one and his buttocks hurt like hell. Daley said that she had had a
formal with the tawse only two days ago and she knew how he felt¡­but a sentence
was a sentence. All they could do was to take it without question otherwise the
rules of group punishments meant that they could all have the punishment
increased.

"Look Stewart, we are all in our first week here and we have around another six
months ahead of us. It's just bad luck that we have been put in charge of a
wardress who is out to make a name for herself. The thought of being totally
under the control of that stuck-up bitch makes me furious, but there is no way
out, we just have to learn to submit. All we can do is to stick together, keep
our heads down and hope for the best. Oh, that is your cubicle over there. We
have already stowed all your uniform and kit that they sent over, Grab the black
book on "Rules and Regulations" off the shelf and get outside with the rest of
us.

Once outside the block the squad formed two ranks of six prisoners and, on the
command of Daley who had been appointed senior prisoner, marched a short
distance to a modern two story block that contained the lecture rooms. They were
soon standing by the side of one of the twelve desks in the austere schoolroom
awaiting the arrival of the lecturer.

Next to the blackboard was the clock. It had a large dial with clear hands and a
second hand that swept round and looked a replica of all the other clocks that
Stewart had noticed in every room at the Correctional Centre. He surmised that
they were all slaved to a central timepiece. At the split instant the time
showed 0900 in paced their lecturer Mrs West. On her command to sit they all sat
down on the hard stools that stood behind each desk. Stewart winced with pain as
his tender nates touched the hard wooden seat and glancing to his left saw a
similar expression on Daley's face.

"Today we continue the lecture on the rules and regulations of the centre". Said
Mrs West. She had previously been employed as a teacher at one of the local
schools where she had been driven to distraction by the poor levels of
discipline, rudeness and disinterest in learning that her previous students had
displayed. She was around fifty years old, of average height with a slim ramrod
figure and grey hair pulled back in a bun. She had never been known to strap or
hit a girl but never hesitated to put a recalcitrant on report for any offence.
All she had to do in her new job was to raise one eyebrow to reduce some naughty
student to a trembling apologetic listener.

"Unfortunately several of you received poor marks in the end of class test. I
understand that you will all be receiving a small correction for that at the end
of this lecture. I do hope that I do not have any further complaints with your
work today. Open your books to Section 5, dress regulations. You, the new boy".
She said looking at Stewart. "You will now stand and read the section on
underwear regulations."

Nervously Stewart stood and started to read aloud. 

"Underwear: Rule 15/ 1. All female underwear will be spotlessly clean at all
times and of the approved style. No excuses will be offered or accepted for any
marks or wearing non-prison issue. All members of staff may carry out spot
checks and must report any offences to the girl's supervisor".

"15/2. Panties: Only the regulation white prison issue bikini type panties will
be worn. A size will be issued that ensures a tight fit around the crotch and
above the hips. The material to the seat will be tight and narrow. It will be
accepted that the material will crease, wrinkle and rollup into the buttock
cleft. A clean pair will be worn every morning after showering and it will be
the prisoner's responsibility to maintain a high standard of personal
cleanliness that will ensure the panties remain clean until their removal at
night. Note rule 1 on spot checks".

"15/3a. Brassieres: Only the regulation white prison issue brassieres will be
worn. The purpose of this garment is to preserve modesty not provide support.
Irrespective of the size of the prisoner's breasts they will be of a lightweight
three-quarter cup style with thin shoulder supports and back strap. The size
issued will be such that cups are slightly smaller than ideal. 

15/3b Brassieres: A display type of brassiere will also be issued and will be
worn at the discretion of the wardress in charge. This is of a half-cup wired
style and will lift, separate, and present the breasts whilst leaving the entire
upper breast, nipple and aureole exposed. 

They will be changed every other day. Bras will not be worn during any form of
physical training. Under no circumstances is a girl to wear any other form of
bra including a sports bra or support bra and prisoners are warned that such an
offence will merit a BRD. (Breast related Demerit). Note rule 1 on spot checks
which also attract B.R.D's."

"15/4.Modesty belts: From time to time female prisoners may be ordered to wear a
modesty belt. This is to leave her when naked, fully exposed for any punishment
without the added humiliation of having her genitals displayed. It consists of a
thin waistband above the hips with a white crotch strap tapering from four
inches at the top of the pubis to one and a half inches in the crotch and then
three-quarters of an inch over the anus. A thin cord will connect the belt to
the waistband at the rear. It is not the intention of this garment to obscure
pubic hair, only the vulva and anus. Note rule 2 (Panties) regarding cleanliness
and rule 1 on spot checks".

Stewart read on for a full ten minutes covering the stockings to be worn and so
on. Eventually he was told to stop and sit down and the first test started.
Multiple choice questions were projected of the screen from the overhead
projector. On each desk there were three buttons, A, B and C. Miss West would
call out the question number and the prisoners would select which answer they
believed to be correct. Any incorrect answers were recorded on a small computer
built into Miss West's desk. 

Some were easy such as " Panties must be changed -a, daily. b, weekly. c, every
other day. " 

However, others required more thought, such as: "Stockings will be of a length
that a, 5-6". b) 4-5". c) 4-6". of thigh will remain uncovered between the top
of the stocking and the lower part of the crotch. Stewart remembered correctly
that it was 4-6" but was one of the few that did. Fortunately all the class
managed to pass the required mark of 85% and so were safe from another
punishment.

"My word," said Mrs West, "Just look at the time. You will just have time to get
over to the block if you hurry. If only you had got good marks yesterday you
wouldn't be up for punishment today. Still," she added with a frosty smile," I'm
sure that these punishments don't hurt too much! I shall follow you over there.
Class Dismiss".

As quickly as they could, the squad formed ranks and jogged over to their block.
Several of the girls complained that they needed to visit the latrines but the
others, aware that they were already late pushed them past that door and towards
the one at the end of the building. They just had time to put the books away
before they clattered into the punishment room, standing in a row along the back
wall rigidly at attention, breathing heavily. They were only just in time.

To be continued.

Chapter 14.

It was Stewart's first time in the large, bleak and cold punishment room. There
was a high ceiling and the walls were painted a clinical white with no windows.
The floor was wood block that had been polished to a shine by successive groups
of female prisoners working on cleaning duties. The lack of windows was made up
for by the bright overhead lights that illuminated the room like day. There were
several items of furniture that were obviously designed for the restraint of
prisoners under punishment. They included a form of vaulting horse with ominous
straps, a set of wall bars and a plain wooden trestle across which was fixed a
strange saddle device.

On a rack hanging from the wall was a range of leather straps, paddles and three
long straight canes with leather handgrips. As Stewart would later learn, none
of the implements matched the ones in the main punishment room for weight and
severity but they were all more than capable of inflicting pain. A small
collection of what seemed to be stainless steel clips hung from another rack.

The door burst open and in marched Miss Kenton accompanied by two Senior
Wardresses. All were in full uniform with hats and boots. Stewart had not seen
either of the Senior Ladies before. Both were in their thirties, heavily built
with dull, somewhat ugly faces. Next, in came Mrs West and a younger lady that
they later found out was another of the teachers. They sat down in the seats
marked "Witness". Finally a young nurse entered carrying a tray covered in green
cloth which she placed on a table next to the horse. Miss Kenton stepped
forward.

"You have all been found guilty of an offence under the Correctional Centre rule
23/4 in that six of you in the group failed to apply sufficient effort in class.
As a result you will all now undergo a group punishment of 6 strokes of the cane
across your buttocks. It will be inflicted by the two Senior Wardressses that
you see before you."

A gasp of horror went through the squad at the announcement that they were to be
caned. No one had experienced this as yet, but they had all heard how the cane
was the most feared form of correction at the Centre. For both Daley and Stewart
the sentence would be particularly brutal as their buttocks were still wealed
and bruised from the strap. Miss Kenton continued:

"As this is a relatively light sentence I have asked these two ladies to make it
as effective as possible by concentrating the strokes over a small area at the
bottom quarter of your buttocks." At this the two wardresses each chose a cane
from the wall rack flexed it through ninety degrees and gave it a practice swish
through the air. Stewart could not see how this could possibly be fair as he
wasn't in the squad when the offence was committed. Summoning his courage he
blurted out:

"Please Miss Kenton, I wasn't in the squad yesterday. Can I ask that I be
excused punishment?" 

Miss Kenton calmly whispered a comment to each of the senior wardresses and they
nodded their assent.

"Step forward Stewart" she said pointing to a spot on front of the staff.
Stewart moved forward and stood at attention. The first senior wardress slowly
moved close to him and suddenly slapped first one cheek of his face and then the
other with back of her gloved hand. Before he could collect his thoughts the
other did the same and finally, with his ears ringing and his cheeks aflame,
Miss Kenton slapped his face twice with even greater force causing him to
stumble.

"How dare you boy", she shouted. "You never..never..NEVER¡­question my order. I
shall now increase your punishment . You will receive nine strokes of the cane
and, " looking at the two cane wielding wardresses, " I trust that you will lay
them on HARD!" 

Both of them assured her of their every effort as they started to prepare by
removing their jackets, slipping off their ties and rolling up the sleeves on
their uniform shirts. 

Even the least caring of the girls present started to feel sorry for Stewart,
but their sympathy was short lived when Miss Kenton casually reminded the other
two wardresses that this was a group punishment.

" So naturally, all of the prisoners qualify for the full nine strokes." said
the taller of the two.

" Indeed they do Madam. Under the rules for "group" punishment there is no
alternative." said Miss Kenton." It does mean you laying on ¡­let's see¡­fifty
four strokes each, but there is of course no alternative". There was an audible
gasp from the female prisoners as they realised that Stewart had just had their
flogging increased. They all fought back the temptation to complain, to rebel
against their vicious wardress and mentally started to prepare themselves for
the coming ordeal.

The first order was from Miss Kenton was to form a line. Daley was to be first
across the horse and last would be Stewart. Then they were all told strip to
their underwear, stockings and shoes. Within seconds neat piles of uniforms were
left on a table and the shivering girls of various ages and sizes were in line
with Stewart at the end. Several of the girls still bore the fading bruises from
Miss Kenton's "welcome" strap across their shoulders under their bras. The nurse
then uncovered her tray and produced a large cotton wool swab which she soaked
in a solution for one of the bottles.

"Panties off, bend over with legs wide and grasp your ankles" she ordered. All
twelve prisoners immediately complied. Glancing up Stewart saw the nurse move
down the line swabbing each set of buttocks and thighs. When she reached him she
vigorously and painfully rubbed his sore nates with particular emphasis to his
anal cleft. Then she reached between his legs and gave his scrotum an
uncomfortable rub as the tops of his legs were cleaned.. The solution must have
been alcohol based as it soon evaporated leaving cold flesh and a smell of
antiseptic behind. She then took the canes from the wardresses and carefully ran
the canes through the swab before handing them back.

The squad was ordered back to attention and in line with the back of each
prisoner pressed to the back of the one in front. The command for Daley to mount
the horse was given. She moved forward wearing only a tight regulation bra,
stockings and shoes to lay over the horse. A bolster was positioned under her
pelvis to raise the buttocks. Her arms were positioned along the flat top of the
horse at shoulder width parallel to the sides. They were then secured with
velcro straps at the wrist and top of the forearm so that she was leaning on
them with her body at forty five degrees. Next her ankles were pulled apart and
her feet lifted up and fitted into adjustable footrests with the ankles secured
in two other velcro straps. This had the effect of placing her legs a slightly
squatting position that parted her anal cleft and exposed her labia to view. She
was slightly overweight and her position on the horse left her chubby buttocks
and thighs rather slack. The effects of her recent strapping were appallingly
displayed. From the base of her spine to the tops of her black uniform stockings
was a mass of wide stripes that were still red around the edges but had turned
blue and brownish green in places. Casually the nurse leant over her and, with a
medical marker pen, drew a horizontal line a little over a quarter way up the
buttocks from the sulcus with her thighs and from one side of the ample seat to
the other. She then positioned the pen as directed by Miss Kenton so that a
second line was drawn one inch down the thighs. Finally, she collected a wedge
shaped leather gag from her tray, placed it in Daley's mouth and tightened the
straps at the back of the prisoner's head. The room was in total silence save
for the whimpering sounds from the horsed female
 

To be continued.

Chapter 15.

The wardress moved into position to the left of the victim and finally the order
came from Miss Kenton.

"Nine strokes of the cane. Commence punishment Madam in your own time if you
please."

The cane was raised over the wardresses shoulder and brought down with a loud
swish across the top of the girls thighs. A white line marked the spot but
quickly changed to red as the second stroke hit across the lower buttocks with a
loud "Thwick". Despite the arm and ankle straps Daley showed that her position
on the horse permitted some vertical movement as she reacted to the pain and she
stood up against the footrests lifting her pelvis clear of the bolster.
Unfortunately this had the effect of tightening the flesh over the target area.
The third stroke seemed to be even more painful and was received by a muffled
yell from her gagged mouth as she slumped back onto the horse.

She did her best to remain down with the buttocks relaxed but by the fifth
stroke across her already bruised nates she could not control her actions and
simply threshed up and down as the strokes continued to fall around every five
seconds . Eventually the ninth stroke slashed home across the thin band of
swelling ridges. The nurse removed the saliva soaked gag and the straps were
undone so that the sobbing girl could dismount. She was then ordered to stand
against the wall in the present position facing outwards. Even the small relief
of rubbing her weals was denied to her.

The next girl ordered forward was a heavily built black girl with short afro
hair.She mounted the horse without hesitation and was soon secured, marked and
gagged. The second senior wardress moved into position and with a nod from Miss
Kenton commenced the flogging. She did not spare her victim putting considerable
force into each stroke. Each was taken with only a short grunt of pain and
minimal movement. Her skin marked less than the previous girl and the nine
strokes were soon over, each taken with remarkable stoicism. She displayed no
emotion or even distress as she was unstrapped and told to stand next to Daley.

A short fat fair-haired female in her late thirties was next. Her large soft
breasts were scarcely contained by her uniform bra. As she was secured her inner
labia could be clearly seen and the semi-squat position left her podgy vulva
gaping and open between the pubic hairs. Her plump mottled buttocks seemed even
wider now that she was stripped and her flabby stomach covered rather than
rested on the bolster.

The first senior wardress wiped her cane carefully on the antiseptic swab. She
looked down at her secured victim with almost a look of boredom on her face. On
the nod of command from Miss Kenton she brought the cane swishing down across
the large yielding seat midway between the marker lines. The cane seemed to be
swallowed by the soft flesh with a dull "thwuck" and as it sprang free the girl
screamed loudly into the wet gag. As the flogging progressed the girl made
considerable efforts to free herself but only managed to present the audience
with an even more lewd display of bouncing bra encased breasts, overweight flesh
and exposed genitalia. Eventually the bra strap over the left shoulder gave way
under the strain and snapped. The huge soft breast fell free and bounced flopped
and swung as the prisoner moved under the cane. Following the final stroke the
wardresses allowed a period of several minutes to elapse before she stopped
threshing in her straps and had calmed down enough to be released.

The floggings continued without respite, pity or mercy. The line of thrashed,
sobbing girls at the "present" grew longer against the wall. The girl directly
in front of Stewart was brought forward leaving him standing alone. To his
embarrassment the whole room could now see his fully erect member but for the
time being it was ignored as the trembling female was ordered on to the horse.
She was around thirty, tall slim with small pert breasts and fair hair in a pony
tail. Stewart was given the usual display of crotch as she was secured and noted
how thick her pubic hair was and how it gave some covering to her feminine
assets.

She continued to shake with fear and as she was marked up by the nurse, and
begged for mercy from the unsympathetic wardress, who busied herself wiping the
cane ready for it's next victim. The begging continue until the dripping wet gag
was forced between her teeth and strapped tight behind her head.

The thrashing was no worse and no gentler than all her sisters had endured but
seemed to cause her more pain. Her muffled screams could be heard despite the
leather gag and her vertical leaps up and down on the horse were more violent
than any other girl. The fourth slash of the cane landed across a previous
stroke as she lay with the leather bolster pressing against her lower stomach .
Suddenly, she lost control of her bladder, and a strong stream of urine gushed
from her . Undeterred by this the wardress continued to thrash her even as the
flow poured over the horse and pooled on the floor. Finally the flogging was
over and she was unstrapped and led over to stand with the others, dripping and
shaking.

"Stewart, come forward". Ordered Miss Kenton. Stewart stood in front of the
assembled staff and prisoners dressed only in his uniform shoes and knee socks.
He was desperately aware of his rock hard erection. Miss Kenton borrowed a cane
from one of the wardresses and lifted his penis even higher with the tip of it.

"So this is the behaviour that other staff members complain about in your file!
How interesting that seeing your fellow prisoners thrashed should cause this. I
wonder if it will still be hard after my colleagues here have flogged you?
During his flogging nurse, I would appreciate regular checks of his hardness if
you wouldn't mind". The young nurse smiled broadly and slipped on a pair of
latex gloves in readiness.

He was half pulled towards the caning horse and told to lift himself up the
sloping side. It was wet and slippery from the release of the previous occupant
and his legs and genitals were soon wet with the female urine. There was only
one difference in the way he was secured and that was his legs were allowed to
be closer so that the rear of his scrotum could not be caught by the cane tip.
Otherwise he was soon strapped into place. The slimy wet dripping gag that had
absorbed the screams and pleas of the females was pushed between his teeth and
fastened tightly. Finally, he felt the nurses gloved hand grasp his penis and
pulled his foreskin savagely back so that the exposed glans was free to chafe
against the wet leather. 

The first stroke caught him by surprise as it slashed down across the join
between his thighs and his buttocks. Even without the bruising it would have
been a scorcher but landing on tenderised flesh it felt like a burning wire
being held across him. Trying to control his movement he bit hard on the soggy
leather of the gag as had countless female prisoners when under the cane. The
second struck home above the first and despite the effort put into it by the
grunting wardress seemed mild in comparison. The third however indicated that
the lady had his range at last. It struck across his relaxed thigh tops and sunk
deep into the muscle before rebounding. As he lurched forward into the wet
leather of the horse he was only too aware that the chafing of his exposed penis
was helping to maintain his erection. He was even more aware when the nurse
grasped it firmly and squeezed , calling out over her shoulder to Miss Kenton
that he was still hard.

He heard a shuffle of booted feet as the wardress changed her position slightly
and then down came the fourth stroke rapidly followed by the fifth and six all
to the same area. He bit into the gag and his entire body became rigid as he
fought against the pain. He looked up at the row of beaten females, some still
sobbing and all staring at him with a dreadful fascination. He desperately tried
to stop his penis rubbing against the damp leather and scarcely felt the nurses
inquisitive fingers examining him. Her voice was dimly heard to say that the
cane seemed to be doing its job well and he was shrinking.

With a normal Correctional Centre caning the next three strokes would have been
routinely administered and taken. But as the wardresses knew, and Stewart would
soon find out, the entire area allocated for the infliction was now neatly
covered in weals laying on top of the bruises. Any further stroke, however
gentle would be sheer hell, and Senior Wardresses were not selected for their
gentleness. Indeed considerable skill would need to be exercised in laying on
the cane in case it broke the skin. Such an event would require a tiresome
postponement, to the staff at any rate, of the rest of the punishment. 

The cane was drawn back over the shoulder, a pause was taken for effect and the
instrument of discipline was brought down at a slight angle across the ridges so
that the overlay would have the maximum effect. Stewart felt the pain
immediately. It was the worst he had ever experienced in his life as he strained
against his straps and half screamed into the gag. She waited a full minute
before bringing the eighth stroke almost across the same line and suddenly, when
he wasn't expecting it, the ninth and final one came slashing in to his
sensitised flesh.

He was dimly aware of the nurse's hand and her laughing reference to his flaccid
member as the straps were unfastened and he was curtly ordered to his feet. He
desperately tried not to shake as he stood in full view of the previous victims
but his legs were stiff from the cane strokes at the top of his thighs as he
hobbled to stand in line at the "present".

"Turn round, face the wall, bend over and grasp your ankles" came the order.
There were gasps of pain as the females tried to bend fully despite the
seemingly shrunken skin over the punishment area. Stewart heard a prod being
unhitched from a belt and then a sharp click as the first shock was given
followed by a sharp scream of pain. "I said bend girl, not lean!" shouted Miss
Kenton as she moved down the line applying the prod to thighs, buttocks or
crotches as she thought fit.

The girl next to Stewart leapt up, as much as anyone can leap when trying to
grasp their ankles. Despite his best efforts to bend against the increased pain
in his thighs Stewart felt the tip of the prod engage against his testicles he
gave one last try to bend to the required degree but still the shock was
inflicted. It felt just like being stabbed, but amazingly it worked and he found
the strength to bend fully.

A dull pitiful moan came from the female at the far end of the line. The nurse,
a fresh swab in hand was fiercely swabbing down the punished areas with a strong
antiseptic. Of doubtful medicinal value, it was yet another example of how the
staff could bend every rule to cause the maximum anguish to their charges. The
moans and yelps spread down the line until Stewart felt first the blissful cold
of the coarse swab followed by the searing sting as the strong fluid soaked into
the throbbing skin.

After a five minute pause, with the victims struggling to remain bent over, they
were ordered to stand and then dress. Eventually they stood at attention in the
same position as they were before the floggings started. Miss Kenton stood in
front of them flexing one of the canes that had been used.

" That ladies and Stewart is just a small taste of how you can be disciplined
whilst you are at this Centre. If any of you doubt that, I can easily arrange
for you to receive a further nine strokes before you leave this room. " Her
question," Can I take it that this will not be necessary?" was greeted by an
enthusiastic chant of "Yes Miss".

She went on to explain that this was one of the lighter grade canes and a fairly
minimal punishment leaving them in no doubt as to her powers when it came to
"arranging" such events. 

"Well, that¡¯s over for the time being." She went on " It is nearly time for
lunch, I do hope you all have hearty appetites. You are all dismissed, but
Stewart and Farrell are to report to me in my office at six pm. where we will
discuss a couple of incidents that displeased me during this punishment".

With sinking hearts both Stewart, and the girl who lost control under the cane,
knew that their problems were only just starting.

Unfortunately for Stewart and Farrell
 

To be continued.

Chapter 16.

On their release from the punishment room the squad went for lunch. Not
surprisingly their appetites were somewhat subdued as they sat uncomfortably at
the tables. The afternoon roster showed a Physical Training session from 1330 to
1500 and they soon congregated back at the accommodation block to change into
the appropriate dress.

Stewart was surrounded by naked females as they all stripped from their school
dress. Daley commented that she had no idea what would be considered correct for
a male, all Stewart could do was to see what the female prisoners were wearing
and try to find a male equivalent from his pile of clothing. The females dressed
in their panties, a short white pleated skirt and a thin tight sleeveless vest
pulled over their bare breasts that affixed to a band in the skirt waist with
velcro. Stewart was surprised to see that no one wore a bra, then he remembered
the rule that specifically banned their wearing during physical exercise. On
their feet they wore short white socks and white trainers. Stewart selected a
pair of short white shorts over his under pants, a white singlet vest and short
white socks and trainers.

Daley jogged the squad over to the gymnasium. It was a large warm room capable
of containing nearly a hundred female prisoners for exercise. The floor was of
sprung wood. There was a large clear area and to the far end of the room there
were rows of exercise machines. These included rowing devices, stationary
bicycles and treadmills. Three walls of the room were lined with full length
mirrors and the fourth long wall was covered in climbing bars. A smell of stale
girl-sweat hung in the air from previous groups of prisoners.

Daley had her squad line up facing the mirrored wall while they waited for the
arrival of the wardress. They stood in the "at ease" position, nervously eyeing
each other in their reflection. They snapped to attention as the door at the far
end burst open and in walked Miss Norville who was to be their trainer for the
session. She stood in front of them with her hands behind her back. She was aged
around 25 years, average height, a firm muscular body and pointed breasts with
very short fair hair. She was dressed in trainers and short socks, a short black
pleated skirt and a thin white cotton vest. Around her waist was the inevitable
symbol of her authority, a leather belt from which hung her strap and prodder.
She eyed them up and down. Even more ominously, before she had placed her hands
behind her back, the squad had all noticed that she was carrying a leather belt
arrangement in her left hand.

" A mixed class I see ", she said looking at Stewart. " This will be your first
session with me in charge so let me acquaint you with what I expect. I intend to
work you hard, very hard. A lack of basic fitness is not an acceptable excuse
for slacking. You will carry out every exercise to the limit of your stamina and
you will stop only, ONLY when I tell you to. I shall punish any lack of effort
immediately. Finally I would remind you that persistent lack of effort will
result in your being sentenced to a session of remedial PT which you will find
even more unpleasant. Whilst on the subject of unpleasantness, I have an
understrap here that one of you will be wearing on the orders of Miss Kenton.
Farrell, step forward!"

Farrell was made to drop her panties and raise her skirt in front of the whole
squad. Miss Norville quickly fastened the waist strap and reaching between her
legs, pulled up the crotch thong with its strategically placed knots and
fastened it to the elastic tab at the front so that it was tight into the labia
and crotch. This resulted in an audible gasp from the prisoner. She was then
ordered to replace her panties over the cruel device and take her place with the
rest.

The session started easily enough with a series of warm up exercises. The squad
bent stretched and waved their arms to the orders of their young gym mistress.
Then the real work started. The first exercise was running on the spot but they
had to raise their knees to waist height, requiring double the normal effort.
Miss Norville called out the time: "Up Up Up Up Up" every few seconds whenever
they slowed down in the slightest. Fortunately for Stewart he was in a
reasonable condition thanks to the weekly gym training he had taken when still a
free man. Looking in the mirror he could see that several of the squad would
soon be in real trouble. The short overweight girl he had noticed during the
group caning was already breathing hard and her unsupported breasts were
violently flopping up and down under the thin vest looking more like water
filled balloons and making her balancing very difficult. Her plump thighs were
pumping hard with her small white panties visible most of the time. All the
large breasted girls were grimacing as their boobs jiggled and bounced. 

When the wardress had demonstrated the exercise at the start it was obvious from
the restrained firmness of her breasts that she alone was wearing a bra, and
probably a firm support style one at that. The prisoner Farrell's breasts were
conveniently small and firm and caused her no distress with bouncing. However,
from the anguish on her face, the understrap was causing considerable discomfort
even at this early stage as her legs pumped up to the waist high position and
the leather thong and knots chafed her labia crotch and anus.

The order came to stop and the girls stood, breathing heavily. Miss Norville
quickly demonstrated a star jump with rebound followed by a legs together with
rebound and ordered the squad to start. The exercise seemed to be designed to
cause the maximum discomfort to the larger breasted prisoners. To the count
"and¡­ one¡­ two¡­ three¡­ four, one¡­two¡­three¡­four¡­" from the wardress, the
prisoners leapt up and down with their legs apart then together with their
breasts becoming more and more desynchronised from the rest of their body,
flopping and swinging, seemingly to their own exercise routine. Eventually the
first girl, a tall blonde, stopped jumping and stood, gasping for breath,
clutching her breasts protectively.

Miss Norville called "stop" and ordered the girl forward to stand at the
present. She calmly withdrew her prodder and walked over to the breathless
prisoner inserting the end of the rod into the right armhole of her vest until
it was firmly pressed into the underside of her breast. An almost inaudible
click from the rod was followed by a squeal of pain from the victim and a leap
into the air. Casually Miss Norville walked around her and repeated the shock to
the underside of the other breast with the same result. She then told her to
bend and grasp her ankles. She worked the tip of the prodder under the clenched
panties until it was pressing against her anus. This time the girl nearly fell
forward as the sweat damped anus conducted the shock. Finally, replacing the
prodder on her belt she unhitched her strap and laid three stingers, right
across the existing weals on the top of the prisoner's thighs before ordering
her back in line.

The exercise was resumed with even more vigour by the squad until the order to
"Stop" was given. All the prisoners were now sweating heavily with their vests
and panties feeling damp. Wet patches were starting to appear under their arms
and between their breasts and the smell of heavy exertion filled the hot room.
Unknown to the prisoners the room temperature was deliberately increased to
around ninety degrees during sessions to increase the level of physical
discomfort.

Without respite the exercises continued. Press-ups where the torso had to be
lowered until the breasts were squashed into the wooden floor, then lifted well
clear. The short fat girl had real problems with this and received the tip of
the prodder pushed down the front of her vest so that it was trapped under the
weight of one of her massive breasts. On the command "Up" Miss Norville
inflicted a shock, which had the overweight female positively leaping up to the
support position.

Next came the cycling. Lying on their backs with the thighs in the air supported
by their hands and elbows the legs were "cycled" at whatever speed took Miss
Norville's fancy. For poor Farrell this proved almost impossible, but after a
series of shocks from the prodder into her sore crotch, she found the necessary
control of her senses to "pedal" just as hard as the others did. Even harder
than the cycling was the exercise where they had to continue supporting their
buttocks in the air and slowly part their legs to the maximum; hold them there
for a count of ten, then slowly close for another count of ten. Stewart could
see several girls in the mirror either side of him. Their skirts were raised and
their white pantied crotches were fully spread to his gaze. Their thighs were
trembling with the strain and one girl tried to lower her legs before the count
to ten thus earning herself a prodder sting on each inner thigh.

A short break was granted halfway through the period that gave them all five
minutes to regain their breath. They were drenched in sweat, with their hair
damp and stringy as they stood around a water fountain drinking copious amounts
of iced water. Stewart was relieved to find himself amongst the fittest in the
group. The tall black girl was undoubtedly an athlete but the others were
already shattered and exhausted with the larger breasted girls in some
considerable discomfort with their sore mammaries. As for Farrell, as well as
the exhaustion she was suffering, it was obvious from her legs apart stance that
the understrap was living up to it's reputation as an instrument of great
discomfort to a female.

All too soon the break was determined to be over and the PT wardress recommenced
training the prisoners. Six were ordered on to the stairmaster exerciser and the
other six, including Stewart were told to mount the treadmills. All twelve
machines were started simultaneously and had soon accelerated to a fast pace.
Three of the runners, including Daly, were suffering almost immediately as the
jogging movement caused movement to their large breasts which joggled in time to
their feet hitting the moving pathway. Stewart glanced at the reflection of
Farrell who was on the stairmaster. Her screwed up face indicated that this was
not a pleasant exercise for a female who was under-strapped . The subdued
whirring of the machines continued with the only other sounds to be heard being
those of breathless females, pounding feet and frequent groans of pain and
discomfort.

The machines slowed and stopped. A sharp blast on the whistle and the prisoners
obediently changed places on the exercisers and the misery resumed. By now they
were all sweating heavily. Stewart's vest was damp but most of his female
prisoners were soaked. Their bare breasts were clearly visible through the thin
cotton of their tops and their nipples had all been chafed to erection by the
material of their vests. The air in the overheated gym was heavy with the raw
smell of sweat.

The female in the worst state was undoubtedly the short fat woman. Now pounding
her feet on the fast moving treadmill, she was past caring about the discomfort
caused by her breasts bouncing. Her face was running with sweat and eventually
she stumbled and fell. Instantly the belt was stopped and Miss Norville ordered
her first to her feet and then told her to lie face down on a leather bench.
While the other team members felt relief at this break for punishment, the girl
concerned, still gasping for breath, trembled and shook with fear as she waited
for the inevitable.

"This will be your last chance girl, any further slacking and you will be sent
for remedial PT which will make this session seem gentle." Miss Norville
intoned." As it is your legs that seem to be the problem, it will be your legs
that I shall hurt. Grip the top edge of the table with your hands and keep your
legs tight together."

The strap was unclipped from the wardresses belt and Miss Norville took up a
position to the left of the girls legs. She carefully lifted the skirt up to the
waist and then pulled the short socks down as far as she could. Each prisoner
speculated to himself or herself as to where the strap would fall. The tops of
the sweating podgy thighs would seem the most likely target. However, the strap
was raised and then brought whistling down over the centre of her plump calves.
The surprised prisoner bucked and yelped but held her position. Twice more the
strap fell in exactly the same part of the lower leg. Anyone present who doubted
the sensitivity of that art of a female's anatomy was soon disabused of the
belief by the twitching and moaning from the victim.

Following a pause of around a minute, Miss Norville announced that her second
punishment would now follow. Coldly and deliberately she brought the strap down
another three times, exactly over the rising weals from her previous assault.
Desperately the girl gripped the edge of the table. Her whole overweight body
wobbled as she tried to absorb the pain without moving her position. At one
point her feet lifted as her knees bent to protect her legs but mercifully Miss
Norville did not comment. The second that the last stroke of the tawse had
flattened her calf muscles, the squad was ordered back on to the treadmills and
the misery continued.

Eventually the time was up and the prisoners were allowed to dismount from the
equipment and form a line in front of the instructress. They stood at attention,
sweat running down their bodies and still fighting for breath.

" You may think that you have had a hard time today, but believe me, you will
soon learn that this has been an easy session." She said." Like it or not you
will be fitter under my tuition than you have ever been before. Next time I will
be paying particular attention to those of you who were caught slacking today
and the penalties will be severe. You have been warned. Farrell step forward."

Farrell was then told to drop her panties. Miss Norville casually undid the
waist strap of the device, unclipped the front fastening and moved to her rear.
She ordered Farrell to the attention position and her legs clamped together. We
could all see what was about to happen but could do nothing to help our fellow
prisoner. With one quick snatch she pulled the understrap free of her crotch and
between her legs causing a scream of pain from the poor girl. She handled the
wet leather at arms length as she dismissed the squad to their showers.

They all rushed into room and quickly stripped off. The females all groaned with
frustration when they removed their damp, sweat soaked panties.

"How in the hell can we hope to pass a spot inspection with these?" asked one."
When they dry with our body heat they will stink."

Daly took the lead and said that their only hope was to wash them with their
bodies in the shower, wring them dry as best they could and then hope against
hope that they wouldn't be checked before they had dried themselves. The other
items could be legitimately laundered that night. With that they all climbed
into the open shower cubicles and stood under the hot water as they washed the
sweat from their exhausted and aching bodies. 

To be continued.

Chapter 17.

Stewart and Farrell arrived outside Miss Kenton's office just before their
appointed time. It would be an understatement to suggest that they were nervous.
They both new full well that Miss Kenton in a good mood was a frightening person
to deal with but when she was understandably furious with their behaviour, they
would be in for some serious discipline.

Unknown to the prisoners on report, Miss Kenton had a visitor, Samantha
Reynolds. They had been firm friends since their school days and although
neither were confirmed lesbians by any stretch of the imagination, they had from
time to time experimented with each other. They were both strong-minded females
and neither accepted fools gladly. Samantha was slightly shorter but had the
same firm build and even larger breasts that had always been a source of
amusement between them. She was attractive rather than pretty with long dark
hair down to her shoulders. Unlike Miss Kenton who was dressed in uniform, she
wore a thin light blue woollen sweater and tight black slacks. Together they
represented the type of spoilt, pouting young girls that could be found at any
horse gymkhana striding around in jodhpurs waving riding crops in the air. She
had driven several hundred miles to the centre in response to Miss Kenton's
invitation to see how her career in the Prison Service was working out and
perhaps consider such a change of occupation for herself.

She had listened astounded to her friend's description of the level of power
that a female of her age could aspire to. She had seen the videos of the group
punishment earlier that day and the video from the gymnasium of the squad being
exercised. During the latter she found herself holding her breasts protectively
as she saw the effects of unsupported exercise. Now, incredibly, she was about
to partake in dealing with the two troublemakers that she had seen on tape.

"Just remember Sam, what I say goes with those two tonight. I can do with them
what the hell I like, so leave your inhibitions and feelings of compassion out
of this. I intend to have them both in our total power. We can punish or use
them as we wish and as you always did enjoy experimenting this could turn out to
be the night of a lifetime for you. It's my job to teach them total obedience
and that is what I intend to do. It's pretty unusual to have a male to
discipline as well as a female, but we can work that to our advantage." She
added with a smile. 

The incredulous Samantha asked what the limits were and was told that they would
be stretching the rules to the maximum but would offer the couple a way out of
their present predicament that they would be unable to refuse. Just then, on the
stroke of six there was a knock at the door.

On the command "Enter" the two prisoners marched in and came to attention in
front of the desk. Both were dressed in the "school" type clothes. They stood at
attention with the girl prisoner visibly quivering with fear. Miss Kenton sat
leaning back on her chair and, to their surprise, another young lady sat almost
next to her.

" I intend to teach you pair that the sort of behaviour you both displayed
during the group punishment will not be tolerated. " she started. " I could put
both of you on a formal charge and have you severely flogged for those offences
or I could be lenient and send you down to the guardroom for an informal
thrashing that would be almost as bad. However, having given the matter
considerable thought, I am prepared to deal with you myself¡­provided you agree
to my conditions. If you agree you will both spend around two hours with this
visitor and myself in the punishment room. You will accept whatever I inflict
without question even though it may be outside the rules for this place. You
will carry out any, and I emphasise any, task that either of us gives you. Above
all you will never discuss with anyone what went on tonight. Do you both agree?"

"Yes Miss" they both exclaimed with some relief.

"Then you will both go down to the Punishment Room and await our arrival. On
your arrival Farrell you will find a glass of water. Drink it." With that they
both marched smartly out of the office.

"It's unbelievable, the authority you seem to have over them" said Samantha. " I
haven't showered or changed since last night, if we are going to have fun and
games I supposed I had better have a shower and freshen up".

Miss Kenton laughed. " Rule number one is to remember that you are dealing with
prisoners here not your current boy or girl friend. Things like you having clean
underwear or being fresh and fragrant are not an issue. They all have to take
the staff as they are. If they are told to carry out a¡­well¡­a personal
service, that is classed as an order and any refusal on their part or even any
reluctance can be treated as disobedience. That offence always carries a
flogging type penalty. No excuses are accepted, particularly those that consist
of an implied criticism of a staff member such as complaining that the wardress
needs a bath. Some of the staff tell me that once the girl has been punished
it's almost unheard of for them to refuse the order a second time. Always
remember, the word of a prisoner counts for nothing compared with what we say
happened. A complaint about a staff member being less than fragrant is rather
unlikely!"

Samantha was even more amazed by this and could feel the symptoms of her own
sexual arousal starting. " You mean that even though I haven't showered today, I
could order either of them to¡­well¡­go down on me and they would have to obey?"

"You disappoint me Sam, how boringly staid. Look, if you feel like it you can
have them both service you at the same time so get your imagination into gear
girl!"

With that they both walked, laughing, down to the Punishment room

To be continued.

Chapter 18.

As they entered the two prisoners snapped to the attention. Samantha had already
been told how Miss Kenton wanted to start the session. She walked over to the
nervous pair and stood directly in front of Farrell having noticed a very large
empty glass on a table. Without hesitation she calmly drew back her right hand
and slapped her hard across the face. Almost immediately she did the same with
the other hand across the other side of her face. The she stood in front of
Stewart and slapped him in the same way.

"That was just to reassure you both that Miss Reynolds here has my full
authority. You will be wise to bear that in mind for the rest of the evening."
said Miss Kenton.

Miss Kenton then invited her friend to carry out an inspection of the prisoners.

Samantha slowly looked Stewart up and down. Miss Kenton ordered him to the
present to facilitate the inspection. Getting into the swing of things Samantha
then slowly ran both her hands down over his face and chest until she reached
his crotch where she lightly cupped his genitals through his denim shorts for a
few seconds. Then she slowly walked round him as he stood rigidly with eyes
fixed staring to the front. She casually felt round his buttocks lifting each in
turn then massaged the side of her hand into his shorts covered cleft.

Next she stood in front of Farrell. Again her fingers traced her outline, down
over her face and neck, brushing down over her blouse covered breasts and
finishing with her fingers pressing lightly, through the skirt, into the nervous
girls crotch. The final act removing any hope the prisoner had of avoiding any
form of sexual abuse that evening.

Samantha glanced enquiringly at Miss Kenton who took the hint. 

"Prisoners will strip to their underwear for further inspection" she ordered.
When they had obeyed this command and stood there; Farrell in her regulation
white bra, small white bikini panties, garter belt, stockings and shoes and
Stewart just in his small thin underpants, she ordered them back to the present.
Hands behind head, elbows forced back, legs wide apart, vulnerable and afraid.

Samantha stood close to Stewart so that her breasts touched his chest and with
her face only inches from his, her breath wafted over his face. "How old are
you?" she asked. "Thirty eight Miss." he replied. "My boss is about your age
Stewart, I would love to have him here in your place. I'm really going to enjoy
teaching someone nearly twice my age some respect."

Slowly she dragged her forefinger nail on each hand down towards his nipples.
Suddenly she grasped them between her finger and thumbs and squeezed.
Instinctively he started to lower his hands to protect himself then realised and
snapped back to the present. She relaxed her grip.

"As I understand it Boy, you remain motionless unless I tell you otherwise. I
will try that again." She said. Slowly the fingers retraced their steps to his
sore nipples and again the grip was applied. This time Stewart remained at the
present gritting his teeth against the pain. The grip lasted a full agonising
minute before she released him. Next her right hand moved down to his underpants
and she gently cupped his genitals held tight by the thin jockey shorts.

"I here that you have some problems in controlling yourself Boy," she remarked.
"I do hope that you have more success this evening." She said as she gently and
sensually held her fingers against the material of his pants lifting and lowered
his organs. Try as he might, a combination of her hand movements and the very
proximity of the full-breasted young girl caused his penis to start to swell. To
make matters worse she caught the shaft between her fingertips and stroked it to
even greater firmness.

" Oh dear," said Samantha, "Just as you predicted Miss Kenton, the prisoner has
erected. He really seems to have no control of his emotions." She smiled at him
in a self-satisfied feline way and stood to one side as Miss Kenton rushed over
and furiously snatched down his jockey shorts to expose him.

" This is really to much Boy." Fumed Miss Kenton. " You really can't be trusted
to remain in a decent state for an inspection by anyone. I will have to get some
extra help in to deal with this problem of yours." She then picked up the 'phone
on the far side of the room and spoke quietly into it for a few moments. When
she returned she muttered to her friend that help was on its way and would be
here in about ten minutes, in the meantime they would continue with the
inspections.

With that Samantha transferred her attentions to the female prisoner. Again she
stood close in front of her and almost whispered "And how old are you girl?"
into her face. "Thirty one Miss." replied Farrell. "Tell me Farrell, do you have
any problems with, or objections to being inspected by me?" she said as her
fingertips stroked down from her face to the top surface of her breasts. "No
Miss, not at all¡­MISS" with her voice rising in anguish as the fingertips
pushed down into the bra and grasped each nipple.

"I wonder who has the most sensitive nipples," Samantha continued, "A male
prisoner, or a female prisoner¡­what do you think girl?" and her grip tightened. 

"Dddon't know Miss," said Farrell under the strain of the finger grip on her
nipples. Her knees almost buckled but this only increased the pull on her
breasts as she slumped slightly. After some agonising seconds the grip was
released.

"Lets take a look at these breasts of yours girl," snapped Samantha. "Take off
your bra!" With a brief, embarrassed glance around the room Farrell unfastened
the back strap and lowered the garment and placed it on the pile with her other
clothing. She reassumed the "present" position. Her breasts were small and perky
with a large pink aureole, the nipples covering almost a third of the total
breast area. They reminded Stewart of the immature breasts of a young girl
rather than those of a thirty-year old woman. Both of the large swollen nipple
areas displayed reddish patches as evidence of Miss Reynolds's previous
attentions.

Samantha gently rubbed the nipples with the palms of both hands. They erected
fully and were nearly three-quarters an inch in length. She then firmly flicked
each in turn with the finger and thumb of her right hand. Farrell gasped and
flinched but had the good sense not to break her position. Judith had briefed
her about breast punishments and however unbelievable she found that
information; she persisted with the breast examination like an old hand at the
centre.

"Collected and breast related demerits yet girl?" Samantha enquired.

"No Miss." replied Farrell wondering where the line of questioning would take
her.

"Very fortunate," with aureole and nipples this size the cane would really hurt
across these small breasts wouldn't it?" Farrell closed her eyes and screwed up
her face at the mere suggestion.

"I said wouldn't it girl¡­are you deaf?" demanded Miss Reynolds.

"Yes Miss, it would Miss." Replied the frightened girl.

"They are certainly firm enough," she went on, "I don't suppose you have any
discomfort from them during exercise, lets see for ourselves. Run on the
spot¡­stop¡­now jump up and down¡­stop. Amazing, they hardly move at all, just
quiver. Small, firm but rather sensitive would describe them accurately I
think." Now lets see what other hidden secrets you both have. Miss Kenton, may
we have them both completely stripped for inspection?"

Following the Wardresses order Stewart slipped off his underpants and Farrell,
blushing with embarrassment removed her stockings, garter belt and shoes. They
then both resumed the present position. Despite his efforts, Stewart remained
erect.

"Take a look at the results of the thrashing that they received this morning."
Suggested Miss Kenton. "It will give you some idea of what any of the prisoners
can expect if they step out of line. Prisoners, bend over, grasp your ankles and
don't move. Both of you, get those feet wider apart."

Miss Reynolds moved to the rear of Stewart. The weals and bruises across his
up-thrust buttocks made her gasp. She gently trailed her fingertips over the
welts made by Miss James's strap and then, moving down, over the rapidly
developing bruises from the cane. She pinched the most prominent ridge between
the fingertips and thumbs on both hands and pinched hard. Stewart bucked
slightly and gasped aloud with the pain.

"Oh you poor thing." Said Miss Reynolds sarcastically. "Is your poor bottom
still sore boy? How about the girl?" she said moving behind Farrell. "You seem
to have got off lightly with just the cane, how does this feel?" she asked
pinching a weal that ran just across the junction of the girl's thighs and
buttocks. Unfortunately for Farrell, the pain was so sharp that her legs buckled
from under her and in trying to keep her balance she took an involuntary step
forward. Miss Kenton moved towards her and stood in front of Farrell now
struggling to resume the ordered position. She grasped the girl's ponytail and
pulled her upright.

"Did either Miss Reynolds or I give you permission to move?" she asked. When I
tell you to take up a position you will hold that position until I decide you
should move."

She released Farrell's hair and who immediately bend double again. Calmly Miss
Kenton unhitched her strap from her belt and handed it to Samantha.

" Miss Reynolds, would you please lay three hard strokes across the weal that
the girl appears to find so sensitive. If she fails to hold position please lay
on a further three strokes across the same area until she learns to obey my
instructions." Samantha could not believe her luck. She took the proffered strap
with the grip in the right hand and lovingly drew the business end across her
other palm a few times. She stood to the girls left looking down at the spread
legs and protruding nates. She had seen many females naked in her young life but
had never had one displayed so shamelessly for her amusement. The prisoner was
remarkably hirsute between her legs and, despite the blatant position, still
managed to hide her vulva and anus behind the thick mat of pubic hair. Time for
that later, right now she had to impress her friend Judith with her efforts with
this strap.

Samantha raised the strap over her shoulder, savoured the moment then brought it
down towards the very tops of both thighs. Because of the legs being widespread
it landed on her right thigh with a loud crack. Farrell gasped and her right
knee flexed but she managed to hold her position. The next stroke hit the top of
the left thigh with even more venom causing a muffled yelp and very nearly a
movement of the left foot as the left knee buckled slightly. Finally, realising
that this was her last chance to impress her friend, Samantha brought down the
last eight inches of the tawse across the livid weal from the previous stroke on
the right thigh.

Farrell lost it completely. Her leg jerked forward and her hands came up from
her ankles to grasp her thigh. Miss Kenton stood impassively until the girl's
gyrations and cries had stopped.

"You really are a disobedient bitch," she said to the whimpering prisoner." I
could order that this punishment be repeated all night until you learn to
control yourself but instead I intend to get it over with. We will hold you in
position but in return for this "favour", you will have to take six stokes of
the strap. Agreed?" 

"Yes Miss." replied Farrell with a sniffle.

"Stewart, come over here boy." Continued Miss Kenton. " You will lay on your
back." Stewart did as he was told. Farrell was told to stand over him, legs
apart, facing his head with her feet tucked under his armpits. He was then told
to grip her ankles with his hands to prevent any foot movement. Next Miss Kenton
selected a pair of handcuffs and a heavyweight punishment strap from the rack of
implements. It was two foot six inches long and two inches wide with a split
half way down its length. It was a heavy brute and remarkably rigid despite its
well oiled condition.

Whilst she was making the selection Stewart could not help looking up into the
prisoner Farrell's crotch and at her anguished face just visible to him over the
top of her breasts. He could only hope, in view of his position that her bladder
control had improved since the morning!

Miss Kenton handed the strap to her assistant who immediately commented on the
weight. She was told that it was after all a punishment implement not a
correctional strap that she had used previously. Miss Kenton then took a
position facing the girl and told her to bend over. As she did so, Miss Kenton
pulled up her uniform skirt and stood over the girl's neck. Then she reached
behind her, grasped the ponytail from between her legs and pulled the head up
and back. so that, when she closed her legs, the prisoner's head was held fast
against her crotch and stockinged thighs. Farrell was obliged to wrap her arms
around the wardress's waist. Feeling behind her, Miss Kenton swiftly handcuffed
the girl's wrists.

Farrell was now held almost as rigidly as if she was strapped to a horse. Even
though Miss Kenton was a tall female, Farrell was forced into a slightly
squatting position by the position of her head. Stewart was now presented with a
splayed crotch hanging above him with the vulva slightly parted and fully
exposed despite the hirsute matting that surrounded it.

Samantha raised the heavy strap, paused for a few seconds and then brought it
swinging down on to the defenceless flesh of the inmate. It struck with a firm
"thwuck" across the centre of the nates. She waited for around thirty seconds
for the pain to peak then raised the strap again. This time it was brought down
over the lower area of the girl's buttocks that were already tenderised by her
previous floggings. A muffled scream came from between Miss Kenton's thighs.
Farrell moved in the only way she could, by flexing her knees, giving Stewart an
unbelievable view of her most private parts as her vulva gaped then closed.
Strokes three and four were delivered across the upper part of the nates, as
hard as the young sadist knew how. She saved the best still last.

Changing her position slightly she raised the tawse high over her shoulder and
brought it lashing down over the tops of the victims thighs, then without a
pause, repeated the stroke to the exact same spot. It took Stewart some effort
to hold the feet and ankles as the girl bucked and reared under the pain. Miss
Kenton rode the girl's neck as if at a rodeo until eventually the prisoner
calmed down.

Swiftly, the handcuffs were undone and the girl was released from the heavy neck
bondage. Stewart was ordered to release his grip and move to one side. Farrell
stood sobbing, clutching her agonised thighs and buttocks with tears running
down her cheeks. Miss Kenton congratulated Samantha on the effort she had put
into the beating and Samantha, in turn, expressed her surprise that the girl had
retained control of her urine, bearing in mind her previous offence. She was
told that her friend had expected a little accident" hence the Stewart's
position beneath her.

"Not to worry," said Miss Kenton with a laugh. "The night is young! and now its
time for the girl to spend time on the horse." 

She took Samantha over to the sturdy wooden trestle. Across the high cross bar
was an ordinary horse saddle but along the centre of the seat there was a tufted
ridge of black bristles about an inch long. The rest of the saddle was covered
in shorter bristles that would press against the inner thighs. They both ran
their hands over the saddle. 

"Ouch!" said Samantha. "I see what you mean about the discomfort. For what
offences are the prisoners made to sit on this for?"

Miss Kenton explained that the horse was never used as a punishment but only as
a form of penance for females who had stepped out of line in some minor way.
Every wardress had her own special way of making the horse even more
uncomfortable than it was designed to be. The girl would be made to sit for a
period of time and a clockwork timer was mounted on the frame, in full view of
the "rider", to regulate that. 

She went on to explain about the understrap that Farrell had been made to wear
for P.T. earlier in the day and how it would have tenderised her ready for this.
Additionally, her buttocks and thighs having been recently beaten, she would
find it rather an ordeal.

Samantha was immediately curious about the effects of an understrap, so Miss
Kenton ordered Farrell to lay on her back on a large leather covered table. To
the prisoners mortification she was then told to pull up her knees to her chest
and spread them wide simply for the benefit of these two young girls. Casually
Miss Kenton showed Samantha the red sore patches of skin that were visible
through the thick matting of pubic hair. One knot had obviously chafed against
her sensitive anus, another around her perineum and, when she parted the girl's
labia, another had chafed inside her inner labia and one at the very top had
reddened her clitoris. A quick rub with Miss Kenton's fingertip was enough to
demonstrate how sore this now was.

The hapless prisoner was ordered to mount the saddle using the stirrups and then
lower herself down to make contact. Farrell gasped loudly as her sensitised
flesh made contact. Miss Kenton shortened the stirrup length so that the girl
was obliged to squat with her knees high rather than simply sit. Her hands were
then pulled behind her and handcuffed together so that they could not be used to
support her weight in any way. Finally, Miss Kenton added her own speciality to
the girls suffering: two large nipple clamps were produced on lengths of elastic
cord. The cord was fixed to the pommel of the saddle and then, with the length
of the cord adjusted, the one inch round tongues of the clamps were firmly
affixed to the underside of each nipple and areolae. In themselves the clamps
were not that painful, but any attempt to lift her crotch from the saddle would
change that as Farrell soon found out.

Without waiting for an invitation Miss Reynolds moved in to examine the prisoner
under duress. She playfully flicked the elastic cords to assess their tightness
then reached under the girl's buttocks and pulled them wide so that the ridge of
bristles could reach the sensitive anal cleft. Next she placed her fingers under
the front of Farrell's crotch and separated her labial lips ensuring that no
protection to her most sensitive areas was possible. Finally she firmly pressed
the lower part of the girl's stomach and was rewarded by Farrell's eyes widening
and her looking towards her tormentor with a look of absolute pleading.

"I hear you have a reputation for having a rather weak bladder girl," she said
pressing the area even more firmly with her fingers. "I do so hope that your
control has improved since earlier in the day."

Miss Kenton, smiling broadly, congratulated her on her initiative. "Twenty
minutes should be enough." She said, setting the timer.

The door opened and in walked one of the student nursing staff. She was a
slightly spotty; pale faced girl of about 18 with lank dark hair down to her
shoulders. Of medium height she had a slim figure and was dressed in the Centre
uniform for student nurses of a light blue dress, dark stockings and nurses hat.
She carried a large black equipment bag.

"Good evening ladies, I'm Student Nurse Payton." She announced. "My senior nurse
sends her apologies but she is rather busy at the moment so she sent me. I have
been trained in male discipline and she felt that it would be good experience
for me to do this by myself." With scarcely a glance at the twitching prisoner
on the horse she shook hands with Miss Kenton who introduced her to Samantha.

"I take it that this is the purpose of my visit," she said coldly looking at
Stewart. "I can see the problem from here, I take it that the wretch has agreed
to this sort of unofficial genital discipline?"

Stewart groaned inwardly. So this was the plan. Even though such treatment had
never been mentioned he knew that he had no option but to go through with
whatever she had in mind and try to co-operate as much as he could. He was now
the plaything of three young female sadists, and there was not a thing he could
do about it. It came as no surprise when Miss Kenton assured the nurse that his
consent had been given.

"If you ladies have no objections I won't specify how long the discipline should
last. Instead I will continue until all three of us are satisfied that he has
received enough pain to make him consider the need for a change of attitude. You
see, Samantha, it would be possible to inflict so much pain that the prisoner
passes out within seconds of me starting on him, but that would achieve nothing.
We are taught to inflict prolonged discomfort and pain to his genitals. Don't be
surprised that I also include some sexual stimulation in the session, the
contrast between pain and pleasure will make him even more aware of his position
in life¡­anyway, its always easier to hurt an erect penis!" she added with a
laugh. "Unfortunately the only female prisoner is rather busy at the moment so I
wonder if Samantha would kindly oblige. Nothing too embarrassing, but it would
help if you could remove your top so that he has a bra to ogle at."

Blushing, Samantha slipped of her woollen sweater and stood there in her slacks
with her long hair hanging down her back and her large breasts encased in a
frilly white three-quarter cup bra. Her breasts swelled over the constraining
top of the cups and the shape of her nipples clearly protruded under the
material.

"Its just that I believe the wretch should be in no doubt that he is under
female control and discipline, I have to remain formally dressed as the person
in charge of his treatment." Concluded the nurse. She placed her bag on a table
and started to select some equipment from it.

A gasp of pain came from the horsed girl as she desperately tried to find, if
not a comfortable position, then at least one that hurt less than the present
one. "Quite girl, I don't want to hear from you for at least another 15
minutes." Snapped Miss Kenton.

The Nurse reappeared in front of Stewart, she was wearing the heavily ridged
surgical gloves that were reserved for the examination of male prisoners. She
slowly walked around him and returned to the position to his front. She looked
down with disgust at his penis and testicles that were forced up by the tight
waistband of his shorts. His penis was already swollen and under the gaze of
this young female it sprang into full erection.

"I see what you mean about this problem of his." She remarked. "I can't
guarantee that he will be able to control himself in the future, but the bastard
will certainly wish he could." She took hold of his penis and pulled him over to
a gynaecological examination chair that was against a wall. It had been
specially modified by the staff at the centre and a large "V" had been cut into
the seat. He was told to sit down and found that this cutaway left his testicles
without support and hanging down even though his thighs were supported. Within
seconds the nurse had his wrists and elbows strapped to the arm rests and his
knees fully splayed as his thighs were secured and his feet secured in the
stirrups. The whole chair with it's secured victim was then leant backwards.
 

To be continued.

Chapter 19.

Stewart found that the reclined position that the chair held him in was
remarkably comfortable. Unfortunately, the splayed legs and secured arms made
him realise that this comfort was likely to be short lived.

Nurse Payton casually emptied the contacts of her medical bag and laid them
methodically out on a green cloth lying on a table adjacent to the seat. Stewart
fought to clear his mind of the images of his last visit to a dentist when he
had been in a similar position and forced his eyes not to examine the equipment
knowing that each item had but one function, to cause him pain.

"The rule book simply describes this procedure as Genital Discipline but gives
no guidance, and therefore no restriction as to the areas that can be treated."
Said the young Nurse." As it is normally applied to one of the female prisoners
we have to transfer the techniques to this male. I would certainly include the
breasts in a genital punishment for females and I don't see that Stewart here
should escape without his nipples receiving some attention. We will certainly
need to work on his penis and testicles. The anus, as with females, is usually
very responsive to pain and be well worth dealing with. I think that I will
start¡­ by demonstrating to the prisoner just how sensitive his testes are to
pain."

She laid a black box with control dials on his stomach. From it ran long wires.
One was connected to a cuff, which was strapped around his right ankle. The
other to a broad metallic strap that she wrapped around his scrotal sac almost
covering it. Next she pulled up his jockey shorts over his swollen penis, so
that only the wires were visible.

" The advantage of these electrical devices are that the prisoner can be hurt
without causing any damage to the tissues." She said plugging a third lead into
the box at the end of which was a push button device. "Now, boy, I am going to
give you three jolts at ten second intervals, brace yourself."

With that she pressed the button. The effect on Stewart was instantaneous. It
was as if the metal strap had suddenly constricted and had savagely squeezed
both testicles together for several seconds. He was still straining at his
straps when the second jolt was inflicted. The Nurse applied the third shock
almost a soon as the second had stopped its terrible grip.

Stewart was left gasping and trembling.

The Nurse removed the straps and the box and produced a small pair of scissors.
She carefully cut the seam on either side of his jockey shorts then removed the
material leaving his genitals totally exposed. She then lifted his still erect
penis with her fingers and gently rubbed them up and down his shaft.

"Still being naughty are we?" she asked sarcastically. "Samantha, would you be
so kind as to apply the nipple clamps to him? Remember that it's your job to
keep this thing of his hard."

Smiling, Samantha selected two round shiny clamps from the equipment tray and
moved round to his head. She leaned over so that her bulging bra cups pressed
into his face.  She caught each of his nipples between her fingers and lifted
them up to be clamped.

"May I suggest that you only clamp the lower three quarters of each nipple?"
said the nurse " I find that leaving a little of the nub exposed can be very
useful later.

Samantha adjusted the grippers to comply with the suggestion and then tightened
each clamp as Stewart squirmed beneath her. She then dragged her bra-covered
breasts back across his face and poised, with her face directly above his. To
Stewart's amazement she pressed her lips against his, pushed her tongue between
his teeth and gave him a lingering French kiss. She then stood upright looking
down at him and assessing the results of her efforts. His nipples were already
throbbing from the pain of the clamps but his erection, under the fingers of the
Nurse, was still solid. His face had the expression of a startled rabbit, caught
in the headlights of a car.

The nurse eventually let go of his penis and selected what looked like a large,
long, thin "Q" tip from her table. She opened a small jar of some cream solution
dipping the tip into it. Then, grasping his penis with her gloved left hand,
pressed sharply down to slip the foreskin clear of the head. By now both Miss
Kenton and Samantha were leaning over the prisoner's pelvic area, watching the
Nurses hands with rapt attention. She firmly squeezed the upper and lower
surfaces of the glans between her finger and thumb to open the tip of the
urethra. Then very slowly pushed the cream covered tip of the "Q" tip into the
opening.

At first the probe felt almost welcome as it was pushed, quite gently, in and
out. Then the stinging started which rapidly changed to a fierce burning
sensation. As he arched and started to clench his teeth, the tip was moved up
and down faster and deeper into the sensitive duct. The Nurse muttered to her
colleagues that the cream was a medical embrocation that was normally used to
rub on pulled muscles. If they ever used it on a prisoner they would be well
advise to wear gloves and keep it away from any minor cuts they had as it could
sting like hell. From Stewart's arching and moaning through his clenched teeth,
it certainly appeared that, if he had been allowed an opinion, it would have
been in agreement with the nurses comments.

Suddenly the tip was snatched out, wiped around the glans and dropped into a
waste bin. The Nurse stood and folded her arms as she watched her victim suffer.

" The pain should peak about now," she said almost disinterestedly. " It then
takes about five minutes to cool down. As they watched, the abused member slowly
shrank and subsided. The room's silence was broken only by the whimpering of the
female on the horse and the gasps of the prisoner in the chair. Miss Kenton idly
walked over to the horse and glanced at the timer.

"My, doesn't time fly when you are having fun girl!" she said. Only another five
minutes to go and you will be able to join in the excitements over the other
side of the room. Returning to the chair she asked why the nurse had suggested
leaving the top of the nipples free from the clamps. Nurse Payton responded by
handing her a small emery board that would usually be used to trim nails. On her
instructions Miss Kenton slowly dragged its rough edge over the exposed teat.
Even with a little pressure Stewart bucked in his straps and gasped aloud.

"Its remarkable how much the clamps intensify the sensitivity of the part of the
nipple that is exposed," she explained. " When we do this to the female
prisoners with the really large bulbous nipples and aureole it drives them
wild." 

She handed Samantha a second board and she gleefully joined in scratching the
other nipple. They kept this up for several minutes until the nurse called a
halt. The clamps were unclipped and the blood rushed agonisingly back into the
squeezed tissues. Samantha was given the job of massaging them back to life to
restore the circulation which she did as hard as she could. The odd pinch that
they received did nothing to improve the blood flow.

A loud "ping" from the timer marked the end of Farrell's time on the horse. Her
handcuffs were removed, the nipples unclamped and Miss Kenton and the Nurse
roughly helped her to her feet. She stood, still shaking, with her legs apart.
The saddle had done its job and the insides of her thighs looked red and sore.
Again Samantha Reynolds was tasked with the job of massaging the circulation
back into the nipples which she proceeded to do with some zeal. There was
certainly more for her to rub and pinch which she did with vicious enthusiasm
having ordered the poor victim to the present  position. 

When she had made the whole breast tips red and sore she dropped her hand to the
prisoners crotch and carried out a finger tip examination of the recently
disciplined area. Ignoring Farrell's whispered pleas of "N0-no-o please Miss
ddon't touch me there!" she scratched the thighs and rubbed her fingers between
the labial lips making the girl gasp and flex her knees into an almost squatting
position. Samantha whispered to the girl that she would be carrying out a more
thorough inspection later so she had better prepare herself for it.

Suddenly the attention changed back to Stewart when the Nurse pointed out to
Samantha that, judging from the flaccid state of his penis, she was somewhat
neglecting her duties. She then put forward a challenge that she would be unable
to rouse him without touching him sexually. The challenge was accepted.
 

To be continued.

Chapter 20.

Miss Reynolds walked over to the chair and stood between Stewart's legs staring
down at the limp and reddened penis. She cupped her breasts and played with her
nipples through the material until the nubs were visible protrusions. She then
ordered Farrell to stand to the side of the chair bound prisoner.

Slowly she removed her bra and slipped her arms through the straps throwing the
garment to one side. She then stood in the present position just like the female
prisoner. Her breasts were large but still retained their young girl firmness
and pout. The nipples, though with smaller aureole than Farrell's, were thicker
and engorged from her self-stimulation.

"Which of us has the most attractive breasts boy?" she enquired. "Wouldn't you
like to make mine as red as hers? Just imagine having me as your prisoner, to do
with as you wish." She said as she started to stroke her mammaries."You would be
able to play with them or even punish them if you thought that I deserved it.
Believe me they are very sensitive so you could soon have me whimpering."

With that she reached over him and caught Farrell's left nipple in a tight grip
and started to squeeze and pull so that the girl squirmed.

"Would you make me suffer like this boy?  Well Stewart, what do you say?

"Please Miss, if I said anything like that Miss Kenton would have me thrashed
for insolence." Replied the nervous male.

"Of course she would," replied his tormentress, "how fortunate for you that we
can't read your filthy male mind." She added with a final twist to the female's
breast. 

"If only, if only." thought Stewart as the idea of having this young bitch as
his prisoner. His mind wandered over the possibilities of being able to pinch
and twist, as she stood available to him not daring to move or object. He would
be able to run his hands down to her crotch and try to feel her intimate shape
through the trousers that she wore. Perhaps casually order her to strip to her
panties and then feel her most intimate areas, with her obliged to accept, to
remain silent as he did as he wished. He would be able to order her to strip
naked, take up the most humiliating positions that he could devise. He could,
and would, find serious fault with her slowness or lack of effort. He could
order a flogging for her with one of the whippy canes hanging from the¡­

The wanderings of his mind were brought to a sudden halt by an excited
exclamation by Miss Reynolds as his penis raised itself to full tumescence . She
accepted the nurse's congratulations with a laugh and watched as she produced
what looked like a plastic tongue depressor. The object was about eight inches
long and half an inch wide and coloured dark blue with a rounded tip.

"I normally use this on the female prisoners clitoris" explained the nurse. "It
enables an accurate flick to be administered to the exact spot that I require.
Naturally the labia have to be pulled apart to expose the target but then¡­" she
held the strip with her right hand, pulled up the tip at about forty five
degrees and let fly with a sharp "thwick" against the top of Stewart's uncovered
and unprotected organ. "This particular target is certainly larger and will
require more than the customary five flicks. Shall we say ten flicks for this
prisoner ladies?

And, watching Stewart's face¡­ added     "¡­each?

It was decided that the nurse would go first. She handed a rubber glove to
Samantha who, wearing it, grasped the base of the penis, pulling hard down on
the foreskin to keep it clear of the glans. Nurse Payton reached up and adjusted
a bright spotlight to illuminate her target, then, moving to between Stewart's
feet pressed the top inch of the spatula horizontally across the underside of
the tip. She pulled the tip well back with her right hand, released it
and¡­"Thwick" it struck home. Thanks to the firm grip of Miss Reynolds, the
shaft remained rigid and the impact was absorbed in full by the tender flesh.
The next was slightly higher, then on the left side¡­right side, left side
again¡­vertically down on the tip and so on all around the now throbbing glans
until the ten flicks had been given.

At first Stewart had found the spatula treatment to be almost stimulating as
each felt like a sharp sting, but the second time it touched in the same or
closed area the pain became intensified. Now it was Samantha's turn to make him
squirm.

And squirm he did.

It was as if his whole being was centred in the swollen purple knob. Each time
the spatula was pulled back and the grip tightened on the shaft he stopped
breathing. Then would come the almost inaudible sound of the plastic striking
home followed by the searing sting. No sooner had the sting subsided the plastic
was positioned anew and the agony re-inflicted. The word clinical and the word
methodical could both be applied to the way in which the bare breasted young
girl moved slowly round the chaired prisoner, pushing Farrell to one side,
positioning herself and then her instrument for the next strike.

By the time she had applied her allotted ten flicks Stewart's erection was well
on the way to total collapse. He was rigid with the pain, almost forgetting the
need to breathe and moaning loudly. The nurse glanced first at the shrinking
organ and then at Samantha, issuing a challenge with her raised eyebrows.

Miss Reynolds moved back to between his knees. She smiled at him and then slowly
unclipped and unzipped the side of her slacks. The garment was slid down to the
floor and she kicked them to one side. She stood at the present with her breasts
and pelvis thrust forward. She wore only a small pair of black panties, which,
as she slowly turned around, were revealed to be a thong with a thin strap at
the rear which had virtually disappeared into her anal cleft. As Stewart's eyes
took in the body of the girl he took in the thick sturdy legs, thighs and
buttocks of a horsewoman. She leant between his splayed legs and gently shook
her breasts in front of his face taking care not to make contact. She then asked
the nurse to lower his head to below waist height and walked round to the
headrest. 

Stewart was now looking up at the almost naked disciplinarian as she stood
looming over him. She moved round and placed a leg either side of her victim and
then slowly squatted until her crotch was only inches from his face. Stewart
looked up at the splayed crotch with it's inadequate covering of stretched black
fabric. Either side pubic hair spilled out and hung down. The panty-crotch was
damp and stained slightly and the aroma of unwashed femininity reached his
nostrils. He glanced up past her pubic mound, the firm slightly convex stomach
with it's light covering of fine hair; to the underside of both breasts where
small patches of sweat were revealed when any movement caused the globes to
swing and sway. Her armpits, glistening with sweat had the dark stubble of body
hair that had not felt a razor for several days. Between her breasts appeared
her face with its open mouth and tongue slowly licking the lips.

He was suddenly aware of the grip on his sore member and the feeling of rigidity
as the nurse congratulated Samantha once again on her resuscitatory abilities.
He heard rather than saw the spatula being handed to Miss Kenton and braced
himself for the first stroke. When it came he heard himself scream with the
sudden pain. The uniformed wardress must have pulled the plastic back further
than before and driven the tip into the soft tenderised underside of his glans.
Within seconds she had repeated the stroke with the same savage force, and to
the same spot.

"Dear me what a fuss the boy is making!" exclaimed the wardress. "Sam, could you
find someway of deadening the sounds so that I am not distracted in any way."

With a wide grin on her face Samantha turned round and stood over Stewart's head
again; this time facing his body and slamming her feet down on the floor. She
indicated that she required the prisoner's head elevating and Miss Kenton did
this until his face fitted snugly into her friends splayed crotch. Stewart now
found his mouth covered by the damp panty gusset with his nose jammed into the
material hidden by the anal cleft. There was no room for movement as his head
was jammed between the headrest and Miss Reynolds but he could just breathe
through his nose. His olfactory senses were immediately assaulted by the smells
of girl-sweat, stale urine and the pungent musky odour of an unwashed female.
The firm thick thighs closed on his ears and he did not hear the sound of the
plastic hitting, but he certainly felt it as it sprang against the same spot.

He found himself moaning in pain into the girl's crotch. A most pleasant
sensation for Miss Reynolds who responded by clamping his head even tighter and
rubbing herself backwards and forwards over his face. Again and again the
plastic struck home to the soft defenceless underside and again and again he
yelled into the feminine gag that had been applied. He snatched breaths when he
could with the pain fortunately taking his mind away from the odours that he was
obliged to inhale. Eventually the ten flicks had been given and, reluctantly,
Samantha lifted herself off her human perch.

"As you have just seen, sometimes the simplest devices can be the most effective
when they are used with some thought." Said the nurse producing a length of
elastic. About a foot long with a knot at each end she dangled it in the air
above the prisoner.

"This can be used on almost any part of the body and provided it is used with
accuracy, can be very painful. Come here girl." She snapped at Farrell.

"Stand at the present, and don't move" she added.

The nurse pulled the elastic back and aimed with the thumb of her left hand.
With a "twang" the knot at the loose end snapped into Farrells navel causing her
to gasp and bend slightly at the waist. The next target was her left ear lobe
which the nurse hit from behind her head. Then the back of her left knee.
Finally, the demonstration was concluded by the nurse moving back to the girls
side. She slowly took aim on the right side of the right nipple and let fly.
Somehow Farrell managed to remain in position, evidence in itself that the
training at the Correctional Centre was starting to pay dividends.

Once again the attention reverted to Stewart as the nurse returned to his chair.
First she tilted it back to the maximum and then sat on a low stool between his
legs. He thought at first that her target would be his dangling testicles and
started an involuntary shaking. Instead she politely asked Miss Kenton and Miss
Reynolds to pull his buttocks apart.  

It was to be his anus.

"I will aim for the very centre of the anus" she remarked. "With the last
prisoner I did this to I managed to drive the knot inside the opening by
catching her when she relaxed."

With that, the next torment started as she fired the hard knotted elastic at the
clenched opening over and over again. As with the spatula, a stroke by itself
was of no real consequence, but the same flick, over and over again to the same
spot was shear agony. Finally the nurse achieved her target. By releasing the
taught elastic at exactly the right time she caught the muscle when it was
relaxed and the knotted tip flew into the small opening causing unbelievable
pain in such a sensitive and humiliating area. Suddenly the nurse stood up.

"Well that should suffice for now." She said. " No guarantees about him not
erecting at the wrong times but he should now be as scared as hell when he does.
Remember Stewart, I can and will give you a session like this every night of
your stay here if one of the staff asks me to. Just one more little thing and
then I will be off. Normally he gets two of these but...well¡­I'm sure he won't
mind if we all have a go.

With that she approached him with a clamp device and, fixing it to his scrotum,
lifted it up so that his testicles were squeezed tight in the scrotum and were
well presented. With a sickening feeling Stewart knew immediately what the 
"little thing" was to be. These bitches were going to hit his most sensitive
organs for no other reason than to exercise their total control over him. He
knew it would be agonising but he also knew that he would have to accept without
question that they had the authority and could inflict the pain without
hesitation. If he made the slightest protest it would be taken as wilful
insolence and the discipline would be postponed only as long as it took them to
have him flogged. It would then be inflicted with even greater severity. He lay
in the chair and started to brace himself both mentally and physically.

Samantha watched with curiosity as the nurse stood between his legs, lifted the
clamp with her left hand, poised her bent finger close to the left bulb and
flicked it. The pain was not instantaneous, it built from a sharp stab to a
sickening cramping that reached to the very centre of Stewart's being. 

They changed places with the nurse now standing to his side, still lifting his
organs to ensure their vulnerability. Miss Kenton stood between his legs. Slowly
she positioned her finger and thumb next to the right testicle and let fly with
the long fingernail.

Again the pain, the cramping and the moans as Stewart fought against his natural
instincts to call the wardress the bitch that she surely was. He was aware of
Samantha moving into position. He was to receive a third blow as the nurse had
said. Carefully the young nearly naked girl lifted his testes with her hand. The
times that she had wished that she could do this to some arrogant male and
now¡­she could.

"What a shame for you that there are three of us here Stewart she cooed as she
cupped the agonised organs. If there were just the staff here this would be over
by now but you have to have it again just for my benefit. Well, the least I can
do is to offer you the choice, do you wish me to hurt your right testicle or
your left?" She paused for a second and then continued¡­"If you can't decide
soon I shall have to ask if I can hit both of them¡­"

Summoning all his control Stewart spoke:

"Please Miss. Would you hit my right testicle please. " 

Miss Reynolds smiled sympathetically at him, positioned her finger and thumb and
whacked her fingernail in as hard as she knew how against the tight and
constricted scrotum¡­ hitting the lower surface of his left one.

This time the pain was instantaneous and reached an even higher peak of
sharpness and cramping. Samantha swiftly moved to his side, lay across his chest
with her breast resting on him and gently stroked his forehead with her hands.

"There, there boy, be brave, be brave¡­after all this pain is really for your
own good, otherwise we wouldn't go to all this trouble." She said as she watched
his contorted face as he fought the inner battle to control himself against
their sadism and blatant hypocrisy. Slowly the pain subsided and eventually,
with nothing else to savour about her victim's face, Miss Reynolds slid off him
and stood up.

"Well, ladies, I'm off" announced the nurse. "I will send for the equipment in
the morning. I do hope you four enjoy yourselves in here tonight!" she added
with a sly grin over her shoulder as she left.

 To be continued.

Chapter 21.

Miss Kenton quickly unstrapped Stewart from the examination chair and ordered
him to stand. In a way he had preferred the security of the seat where he had no
option other that to accept the pain. Now he was free to move again he was
apprehensive as to his abilities to take more punishment without raising a hand
or even a fist in retaliation. He knew of course that any verbal criticism or
insolence by him, even when under discipline, would result in a savage
punishment. A threat of violence by him would be an unbelievably worse offence
in the minds of the staff at the Correctional Centre. All he could do from now
on would be to obey and try to keep control of himself.

Farrell was thinking much along the same lines. She had the additional problem
of being sexually abused by another female. She had always considered herself to
be totally "straight" in her relationships but here, in the Centre, it was
another matter. She found being touched intimately by a female repulsive and as
for having to carry out a sexual service to another girl¡­  She knew that a
refusal by her to sexually relate to a wardress would result in punishment
followed by a further order to comply. Sooner or later she would be broken into
obedience. Could she, or indeed should she hold out against them. In her heart
she knew that her pride would have to be swallowed and she would have to try her
hardest to obey their orders. It was all a question of priorities. The swollen
pain from her bladder reminded her that her first priority was to relieve
herself but how could she do that? Should she simply ask like any other human
being?

Miss Kenton ordered the two prisoners to stand, side by side, naked and at the
present  in front of two large comfortable chairs. She then took up one of the
seats and motioned Samantha to take the other. They made a contrasting pair. In
one seat sat Miss Kenton in her starched uniform shirt and tie, formal and
upright and next to her slumped the young girl, near naked and unkempt. Stewart
couldn't help but notice the blatant way Miss Reynolds sat. Legs splayed leaning
back with her naked breasts sagging just slightly to either side of her chest
with a look of smug anticipation on her face.

"How shall we fill in the time remaining prisoners?" asked Miss Kenton. "Things
haven't been too pleasant for you so far but perhaps, just perhaps, the worst
may be over as long as you obey Miss Reynolds and me implicitly."

"Please Miss," asked Farrell nervously, "I need to use the toilet Miss."

Miss Kenton leapt to her feet with a furious look on her face. Her companion
shook her head with a look of wide-eyed disbelief on her face. 

"How dare you speak to me without permission girl! I will decide if and when a
prisoner needs to relieve herself. Are you suggesting that I don't know my job?"

There was no point in Farrell replying, the mistake had been made and her
punishment would now follow as surely as night follows day. She was not
surprised when the wardress stormed over to one of the equipment racks, and,
following a moments pause, selected a large polished wooden paddle. She strode
to a position in front of the girl and showed her the implement. It was about
eight inches wide, eighteen inches long and half an inch thick with a double
hand grip handle. Its surface was permeated by half-inch holes. From the way
Miss Kenton handled the instrument, it was both heavy and durable. It was
clearly designed to impact the whole buttock area each time it was applied.

"This paddle requires some skill in its application Sam, so I will lay the
strokes on: six should be enough to impress the bitch. Stewart, in position on
the ground to secure her feet!  Samantha, would you please prepare to headlock
her neck."

Stewart lay down and within seconds had Farrell's feet trapped under his armpits
with her ankles grasped firmly by his hands. He looked up at the trembling girl.
Tears were already forming and starting to run down her cheeks. Above him loomed
her hairy crotch. He could see the red soreness of her inner thighs from the
earlier horsing and this time her long thick pubic hair was matted with sweat.
He fancied, perhaps incorrectly, that he could see the slight swelling of her
lower stomach caused by her bulging bladder. Her thighs kept trying to close
against his grip as she tried to control the urge to relax, but as Stewart knew
only too well: an accidental release would almost certainly happen.

Miss Kenton walked over and, holding the paddle between her knees, removed her
tie, undid her shirt sleeves then the front buttons and slipped the garment off.
Stewart was now looking up at the underside of the tall wardresses white bra as
she ran her thumbs and finger round the chest and shoulder straps to make it
more comfortable.

"Several of the staff here believe in stripping to the waist when they flog the
inmates so that their swings are not restricted in any way." she said.
"Personally I find that I need the support around my breasts when I am really
laying it on hard otherwise they bounce around too much."

Samantha stood, legs apart, just behind Stewart's head until Farrell was ordered
to bend over. She then adjusted her position and closed her crotch and thighs
around her neck and reached behind her to grasp her ponytail, wrapping it round
her fist. Miss Kenton transferred the paddle to her left hand and carefully ran
her hand over Farrell's proffered nates.

"Damn!" she exclaimed, "the muscles are far too tight across the pelvic bones
for this type of punishment. Let her stand."

Samantha released the girl who stood upright. Again Miss Kenton ran her hands
over the buttocks and pronounced that this would have to be the position.
Stewart was ordered to lay with his head two feet out from the gymnasium type
wall bars with his body at right angles to them. Farrell was then told to engage
his armpits again and lean forward to grasp the bars at just above head height.
Having satisfied herself with the girls position by running her hands over her
buttock muscles, Miss Kenton gave Samantha two leather wrist straps and clips
that she used to lock her hands to clips on the appropriate bar.

In this position, with Farrell leaning from the waist at about 30 degrees to the
vertical, Stewart's head was almost directly beneath the girl's splayed crotch
with her breasts and face in clear view. For her part Farrell was almost
relieved that her position precluded any movement for which she could be
punished further. She just hoped, for Stewart's sake that she could retain
control as the pain built.

She was soon to find out.

Miss Kenton grasped the paddle with both hands, swung it back and then, pivoting
round her hips, swung it back to slap in a noisy contact square against the
prisoners buttocks. The blow flattened Farrell's buttocks and drove her hips
forward. Her eyes alternated between being wide apart and screwed tightly shut
as she absorbed the searing sting. Again, with a loud "Splat",  the paddle was
laid on. The third blow struck the rapidly reddening flesh and Farrell gasped
aloud. Stewart sensed from the sounds she was making that her limit was close.

Miss Kenton ran her hands over the punishment area.

"There is no better implement to hurt the whole area of the buttocks whilst not
causing deep bruising Sam." She advised her friend. "These last three should
really sting her."

With that the paddle was laid on for the fourth time. Farrell shrieked out at
the pain then, as her knees flexed, she lost control. A fierce jet of hot urine
shot from her parted vulva and hit Stewart full in the face. She desperately
tried to thrust her pelvis backwards so that the stream would be directed on to
his chest and not his face, but this was prevented by the wardress bringing the
paddle down for the fifth and then the sixth time. The impact drove her pelvis
forward and the pain deprived her mind of such charitable acts.

There was total silence in the room apart from the gushing of the liquid and the
sound it made as it hit Stewart's face and ran down over his chest and on to the
floor. Her bladder had obviously full to the limit and the flow seemed to last
for a considerable time to the watchers and an eternity to both prisoners.
Eventually it stopped and the sobbing humiliated female was unstrapped and they
were told to stand next to each other again.

The two disciplinarians resumed their positions in the chairs with the two
prisoners at the present in front of them. Stewart was drenched and the warm
salty liquid had run down from his head down over his body. Farrell was
relatively dry with only her thighs and feet glistening in the lights of the
punishment room. Miss Kenton, still stiff and starchy in manner despite the
absence of her uniform shirt, was the first to speak.

" I trust that you are both becoming fully aware of what I mean by obedience. As
you have just seen any error on your part will be dealt with quickly and
severely. I feel that I should emphasise this fact as we are now moving on to
where we have to test your response to orders of a rather personal nature.
Experience has taught me that there may be some hesitation on both of your
parts, particularly on yours Farrell, to instantly obeying Miss Reynolds and
myself.  You have been warned!"

"Time for some fun Sam," she whispered to her friend. " Climb up on the
gynaecological chair." 

To be continued.

Chapter 22.

With a smug look of anticipation, Samantha adjusted the chair so that the back
was parallel to the floor of the punishment room. She then climbed into it and
lay back with her legs well parted with her pantied crotch displayed to the
standing prisoners, Stewart and Farrell.

" One of the essential requirements of the training at this centre is that
prisoners learn to obey any order that the staff may give them," lectured Miss
Kenton. "sometimes, the order may require a prisoner to subjugate their own
sexual tendencies or personal habits and carry out duties that they may find a
little unpleasant. Whatever the order it must be carried out instantly,
completely and without question. I need hardly say that any refusal will always
be dealt with severely. The charge would be "Failure to obey an order" and as
you may already appreciate that would result in at least several  strokes of the
cane."

She walked over to Farrell, and stood in front of her brushing her nipples with
her bra-covered breasts. " The order would then be repeated and any further
refusal would result in a continuing, and more severe punishment. Even the most
obdurate female breaks eventually Farrell, so take my advice, prove your
obedience, and make life easy for yourself. From the state of your buttocks you
really must learn to swallow your pride¡­and anything else I order." She added
with a smile.

" We will start with something simple," she continued," Stewart will take the
left foot and Farrell will take the right. I want both feet thoroughly tongue
washed. I'm afraid that they are rather grubby, what with the normal sweat and
then the rather damp floor here in the punishment room, thanks to your lack of
control Farrell!"

Stewart moved quickly to the assigned foot and started to lick the sole as
thoroughly as he could. The skin was wet rather than damp and he had to fight
his natural inclination to rebel against the salty bitter taste. He was well
into forcing his tongue between the tightly closed toes when he looked sideways
at his fellow prisoner.  Farrell's eyes were squeezed shut but her tongue was
extended and licking feverishly.Gradually they covered each foot and were
working around the rather thick ankles when the next order came.

"Both of you stop," said Miss Kenton. "I now want you to take a respective
breast each and use your tongues to lick all around it apart from the nipples."
The two prisoners dodged around the splayed knees and moved up to Miss Reynolds
breasts. They both started on the top surface and slowly licked their way around
the globes to some appreciative murmurs from their owner. By now Stewart's
tongue was aching, but he knew better than to slow down. His tip pressed into
the firm flesh with every lick and soon he was forcing his organ under the
sagging breast to suck away the accumulated sweat that had been trapped there.
The breasts flopped slightly towards their owner's side, even so, Stewart's and
Farrell's head made frequent contact as they positioned to lap every inch of
their assigned boob. Finally the order came to "Excite the nipples" and they
transferred their tongues and now lips to the new task.

Starting with running his weary tongue around the puffy aureola.   Stewart soon
moved to the nipple itself. He found that by firm squeezing between his lips
allied with a strong suction the noticeably large nipple really grew in size.
The one he was sucking erected to the diameter of a small finger and was almost
an inch long. The low moans from the reclining girl indicated her pleasure at
the twin sensations created by the two prisoners.

Miss Kenton ordered them to stop. As they both stood it was obvious that Farrell
had overcome her inhibitions and had sucked the other nipple just as hard as
Stewart, and had achieved the same turgid result.

But the most stringent part of the test had yet to come:

"It is now time for you both to demonstrate your total respect for Miss
Reynolds" said Miss Kenton. " You will both place one kiss on her panty covered
vulva. You first girl" she added looking at Farrell. 

Nervously Farrell bent between the splayed legs and taking a deep breath,
brought her lips into contact with the black material with a soft kissing sound.
Without waiting to be told, Stewart changed places and respectfully brought his
face down to do the same.  The material was stretched tightly over the crotch
but a small crease was still visible and was centered on a damp patch that felt
sticky to his lips. As he kissed the crotch the pungent scent of dried urine,
female musk and sweat permeated his nostrils. As he rose he caught a glimpse of
her face with its flushed complexion and eyes dilated with excitement.

"Stewart," commanded the Wardress, "You will now remove Miss Reynolds panties
for her.

Carefully Stewart stood between the girls legs, reached under her bottom as it
pressed into the leather seat and pulled the thong style panties down over her
hips until they were free of her crotch. Next he lifted the calves out of their
supports and placed one on each shoulder as he pulled the panties further away
from her body. Finally, he held both ankles with his right hand as he
manoeuvered the garment completely free allowing them to drop to the floor. He
then gently replaced her legs back to the indecently splayed position and stood
looking down at her face where the smug smile had changed to cold fury.

"You disobedient BASTARD!" she shouted. How many times do we have to tell you
that you are here to learn respect? How dare you throw my personal clothing on
to this filthy floor?  Miss Kenton, I think that this boy needs teaching some
respect for my underwear."

Another opportunity had been offered to the two bitches, and they were not going
to let it pass. Inwardly Stewart cursed himself for his stupidity. Outwardly he
stammered an apology but knew that he was in for a sharp lesson in manners.

Finally Miss Kenton spoke:

" Stewart, get down on your hands and knees and pick up those panties¡­with your
teeth. Make sure that you bite into the inside of the crotch."  Stewart threw
himself to the ground directly between the raised legs. The panties lay there
with the white crotch lining uppermost. It was all too evident that they had
been worn for many hours since they were fresh and clean. The white gusset was
soaked, with an obvious,   yellow stained area. Bracing himself against the
pungent odour Stewart gripped the exposed gusset between his teeth and stood in
front of the young Wardress as if he were her loyal labrador dog.  Meanwhile,
Miss Reynolds had come down from the chair and stood next to Miss Kenton. The
former was stark naked and the latter in her prison uniform but only wearing a
bra above the waist. Even so, both exuded power and authority that came from the
knowledge that the two prisoners were theirs to do with as they wished.

Calmly Miss Kenton snatched the panties from his teeth. She slowly and
deliberately held them by the waistband and started to lash him across the face
with the inside surfaces. Left , right¡­.left right with considerable force. The
panties were small and light ,even with the added dampness of personal contact
with Miss Reynolds. Even so they hit with a stinging force and soon Stewart's
cheeks, nose and forehead began to smart as he stood with eyes tightly closed,
accepting the beating from the young Wardress.

It took a full two minutes to assuage her anger. Finally she concluded by
fiercely rubbing the crotch around his nostrils then forcing his mouth open and
pushing the panties into his mouth so that his senses tasted , rather than smelt
the mix of sweat, urine and female arousal. He heard her walking behind him and
carefully opened his eyes and looked over his shoulder. His heart sank as he saw
her at the wall rack that contained the canes. Carefully she chose a long thin
example, flexed it between her hands, and then gave a few practice strokes into
thin air that emitted a whirring sound.

She walked back to Samantha and handed her the cane. She in turn examined it in
the same way and commented that it would be a real stinger.

"Sting may be a bit of an understatement" said Miss Kenton. His buttocks look
pretty sensitive, so six hard ones with this should do much to improve his
manners. Right boy, stand facing the chair, legs apart, bend from the waist,
rest your hands on your thighs just above the knees." 

"Samantha, would you be so kind as to sit in the chair again in front of this
wretch, I want him to be fully aware of where his respect is needed."  Samantha
climbed back into the inspection chair. Stewart's head was at a level with her
feet but her knees were now firmly together.  As Miss Kenton raise the cane,
Samantha splayed her knees so that her crotch was displayed to Stewart just as
the cane came whirring down and struck across the lower part of his nates. No
one needed to remind him that this was the area on which he had received the
earlier caning. Miss Kenton had laid on with full force and the punishment cane
seared across his bruised skin like a hot wire. He grunted with pain into the
panty-gag and desperately fought to control his urge to stand and grasp his
buttocks.

The Wardress waited until she estimated that the pain had peaked then brought
the second stroke slashing down on the same area. Once again, Samantha had
waited for the cane to be raised and then ensured that Stewart was looking at
her fully spread crotch as the pain bit. Despite the pain Stewart could not
resist staring at the matted pubic hair and the pink slit for as long as Miss
Reynold's legs remained parted.

The next savage stroke conformed that the bitch was going to lay all the strokes
across the bruises on the lower part of his buttocks and the tops of his thighs.
This was, Stewart surmised, to avoid leaving any evidence of this unofficial
flogging by a junior member of the correctional staff. To hell with the greatly
increased pain that the victim would feel in having the cane laid across
existing weals. As soon as the pain peaked his mind was forced to turn to
controlling his reaction, to remaining in position and to continuing to stare at
the splayed genitalia of Miss Reynolds instead of his eyes being held tightly
shut to absorb the agony.

The fourth stroke cut into the soft and bruised sulcus between his buttocks and
thighs. He almost screamed with the pain and the panties nearly fell out of his
opened mouth.Miss Reynold's grinned at him in amusement and placing her fingers
either side of her vulva, slowly opened it slowly. Even as he absorbed the pain,
Stewart could not help but stare with a mixture of curiousity and lust at the
proffered gash.

The final two strokes were laid across the tops of his taught thighs in quick
succession. Miss Reynold's legs did not have time to close and she pulled the
outer lips fully apart so that her entire vulva was parted to Stewart's gaze. He
dare not move and stood, bent at the waist clutching his knees and shaking with
the pain. After around two minutes and as the pain started to ease he was
ordered to stand.

"Following that brief lesson in manners, we will now get back to the task in
hand." snapped Miss Kenton, still visibly flushed form her exertions. "You, boy,
will now tongue clean Miss Reynolds crotch starting at the start of her buttock
crease. You girl will watch closely as you will be required to show your total
respect next".

Slowly Stewart moved towards the occupant of the gynaecology chair. He kneeled
between the spread legs and brought his tongue up to the start of her furrow.
Miss Reynold's position ensured that the cheeks were well parted and the pubic
hairs did nothing to obscure her puckered brown anus. The area was glistening
with sweat and with as much reverence as he could muster he started to firmly
lick the groove. He forced himself to ignore the musty odour of unwashed skin
and the salty bitter taste that permeated his taste buds. Instead he forced
himself to lick the area clean as his tongue moved inexorably upwards to the
anus.

Steeling himself against is natural reaction of refusal, Stewart pointed his
tongue and pushed it hard against the wrinkled centre. As the girl relaxed her
sphincter he was able to partially penetrate her rectum slightly and then to
stimulate the surrounding muscular circle. Appreciative moaning sounds from
above his head reassured him that another brutal thrashing was not in her mind
for the moment.

Slowly he transferred his attentions to the perineum, licking through the
thicker hairs to wash the area thoroughly. Soon he was at the portals of the
actual sex. This would be make or break concerning any further punishments that
night.  Staring at the lower opening, he turned his head from side to side so
that his tongue could penetrate more deeply as he lapped and sucked the inner
labia. The scent had changed to the now familiar stale urine and powerful musk
of a sexually roused young female. He forced his tongue inwards, around and
upwards, towards her most sensitive nub. The legs closed around his ears
shutting him off from the sounds of the punishment room. He closed his lips
around the erect clitoris and sucked it into the tunnel made by the pursed lips
so that he could tongue tantalise the tip. He was aware of the bucking action
that this caused and even with the thighs trapping his ears he could hear the
loud calls of "Yes¡­yes¡­yes¡­"  as his young mistress reached her climax in her
own little world.  Desperately aware that he had not been told to move away he
continued to slavishly suck and lick even though the thighs had parted and the
abundance of secretion confirmed his success. Eventually Miss Kenton ordered him
to stand.

"Well at last Stewart, we seem to have found something that you can do to our
satisfaction she smiled. Now it's your turn girl, start in the same place and
you had better get the same result!" 

With a look of fear and loathing on her face, Farrell bent between her legs with
her lips only inches from Miss Reynold's genitalia. It may have been the bodily
smells or it may have been the sight of another female, but she moved no closer.
Suddenly, Miss Kenton was in position with the cane and it was brought swishing
down across the lower part of Farrell's nates. The shock was so that the female
prisoner's head was driven into the crotch and, with a sob of pain and
desperation, she started to lick as if her life depended upon the action.

No more "encouragement" from the cane was required; Farrell had broken. She
licked  the slippery groin of the other girl if not with enthusiasm, at least
with some effort and concentration. She did not linger around the anus as
Stewart had but moved rapidly to the dripping wet Vulva. She was soon flicking
her tongue furiously around and at the other girls most sensitive spot. It was
over in seconds with the chaired Miss Reynolds almost screaming in pain as the
second orgasm in minutes overwhelmed her.

Afterwards, as Wardress Kenton replaced her uniform shirt and tie and Miss
Reynolds dressed herself, Stewart and Farrell were ordered to the present
position. They were still naked and still nervous.

"A very successful evening smiled Miss Kenton. True there were lapses on both
your parts but the corrections were well taken and I am sure that you will both
be the better for this additional training. After you have cleaned up Farrell's
little loss of control and tidied the equipment you may dismiss to the showers.
I shall see you both on  parade in the morning."

With that they swept out of the room.

To be continued.

Chapter 23.

Daley paraded her squad in a line outside their accommodation just before eight
in the morning. They stood rigidly at attention in a bitingly cold wind awaiting
the arrival of Miss Kenton. The female prisoners were dressed in their
schoolgirl style uniforms and it wasn't long before Stewart could hear their
teeth chattering and sense the shivering from the females on either side of him.

"How long will she be?" came a whispered voice. 

"For heavens sake keep quiet" snapped Daley, also under her breath. "Don't give
her
any excuses".

It was a full twenty minutes of body chilling coldness before the firm clicks of
their Junior Wardress's boots could be heard approaching. She stood, dressed in
a heavy warm uniform overcoat in front of them. Daley called them to the
"present" and Miss Kenton slowly walked down the front and then the rear of
their line, her eyes taking in every item of their dress as she inspected them.
The hair, the clean white shirts, the thrusting cold nipples forming points
under the material, the ties, skirts and shoes. Stewart, dressed in his denim
shirt and shorts hardly merited a glance. Eventually she moved back to the front
and stood them at ease with their hands behind their backs and feet apart.

" Good, a continuing improvement in smartness, keep it up." she said
encouragingly.  "I have a few announcements to make, so listen carefully."

"I don't intend to repeat myself about the standards I expect from you,
sufficient to say that two prisoners, Farrell and the male prisoner Stewart
failed to achieve the required standard and received a little extra tuition last
night. Unfortunately, one other offender remains to be dealt with, Perring!"

There was a gasp of horror from the overweight girl.

"Surprised Perring? I suppose you thought that you had got away with it. Your
ridiculous gyrations under punishment broke one of your bra straps. Did you
really think I wouldn't take action against such careless damage to centre
property? Remove your tie and shirt, I want to inspect your repair to the
brassiere."

Perring quickly removed her tie then her shirt, handed them to the waiting Daley
and snapped to the present. She stood in the bitterly cold wind, shivering with
both fear and cold awaiting the next order. Her huge melon like breasts bulged
out of the restraining bra with nipples, turgid from the cold wind, protruding
though the bra material.

Casually Miss Kenton moved in front of the girl. She pulled on her left shoulder
strap and lifted her heavy breast as she examined the crude attempt at a repair.
With a sudden snap the stitches gave way and the breast sagged.

"This is unbelievable" snapped the wardress. " I have never seen such untidy
stitching. How dare you treat Centre property in this casual manner? This calls
for a 
serious response." She then stood back, thinking to herself.

"Governor's Report for you my girl!" she suddenly snapped. "Daley and Stewart
will act as your escorts," and glancing at her watch¡­"You will report to her at
1400hours."

Slowly the shivering girl dressed again in her shirt and tie. Her left breast
sagged downwards without the support of the bra strap and she had to lift it so
that the shirt would button completely. Meanwhile the squad were left to their
thoughts.

None of them had met the Lady Governess as yet. She was rumoured to be a very
successful businesswoman in her mid forties who, having made a considerable
fortune, had changed direction and joined the new correctional service at the
behest of a group of leading politicians. It was said that most of the rules and
conditions at the centres had been drawn up by her, using her political contacts
to ensure that they were rapidly passed into law.  From what they had heard from
the other prisoners, she had virtually unlimited powers of punishment and was
utterly ruthless in dealing with any infractions of the rules. The squad were
called to attention and dismissed to their morning lectures.

They took their places in the allocated classroom and leapt to attention as the
teacher entered.  In walked Miss Donnelly; aged around 25 she was tall,
extremely slim with short fair hair and an almost kindly face with an engaging
smile. She wore the usual teacher's academic gown over a sensible skirt and
blouse.

"Good morning class." She commenced. " This morning I have been told to instruct
you in the contents of the Centre Procedure Manual. Please open your copy to
page forty-six."

The class retrieved the heavy black book from inside their desks and opened it.
The briefest glance revealed that this was the document that contained the
procedures that caused them so much distress and formed, along with the corporal
punishments, the basis for the training in the establishment. What had appeared
to be individualistic procedures thought up by a single wardress on the spur of
the moment, were, in reality, laid down in writing for all the staff to follow.
The opened page was titled "Inspections-underwear."

Miss Donnelly reminded the class that the Centre required a high standard of
cleanliness at all times and that this most certainly included their underwear.
Any member of the staff could check these items at any time and report any
lapses in the  standards required. How these would be dealt with would be at the
discretion of the Junior Wardress who was in charge of their squad. She added,
with a shudder, that they should never forget that although finding a dirty or
soiled bra was pretty unusual, it could result in being awarded a "BRD" or
Breast Related Demerit as well as a routine punishment. A soiled pair of
panties, or at least, soiled in the opinion of the staff member, might be more
frequent but at least they wouldn't potentially result in such a cruel
discipline.

She went on to describe the way in which the examination would be carried out,
how they would have to stand with their legs wide and how they would then have
to lower their small white bikini panties to their knees so that the crotch was
stretched and fully displayed. Their arms were to be bent at right angles at the
elbow, the left in front and the right behind, holding their skirts up above
their waists. The staff were told to look for any signs of staining, especially
round the thin rear section that chafed into the anal cleft. Sweat was
acceptable but it all depended on the discretion of the staff member. If they
thought your panties were soiled then there was no argument or question about
it, even if you thought that they were spotless. In reply to a question from
Farell as to whether allowances would be made for a female who was
under-strapped, Miss Donnelly emphatically stated that no exceptions were ever
made. After all, as she explained: if the crotch was totally clean then even if
the strap was fitted over the panties, they would remain unmarked.

She concluded by giving some rather personal tips on feminine hygiene that would
keep the material clean for as long as possible and then passed on to brassiere
inspections.

For these the females would be ordered to strip to the waist leaving just the
bra on. Hands were to be fully extended above their heads and held there until
the final garment in their group had been checked. Again, sweat patches were
acceptable and for a BRD to be recommended there would have to be some really
obvious marks or damage. If the squad leader permitted under arm shaving, as
Miss Kenton did, this would also be checked during this procedure.

The subject then moved on to the Governor's report procedure as she had heard
that one of the group was about to take part in one. Finally the mandatory tests
were administered which everyone passed and the class was dismissed to their
next duty.

The duty had been labelled as "Cleaning duties" which was a task that was new to
them. Back in their accommodation they changed into their work wear which
consisted of the normal regulation bra and panties, their stockings and
suspender belts were removed and sleeveless denim shirts and short skirts were
put on. Finally, a pair of heavy black ankle length work boots were donned.
Stewart remained in his denim shirt and shorts as this was the nearest he could
fund in his limited wardrobe to that dress. Daley then marched them across a
sports field and into a long low building. Outside was a sign that stated "Staff
Gymnasium" Once inside they building they marched downstairs to the basement
where the toilet facilities were situated and formed two ranks in a clear area.
To their surprise and consternation, instead of a wardress appearing, in walked
a young male of around eighteen dressed in black trousers and a uniform shirt
and tie. The squad sprang to attention and he stood in front of them, a
lecherous grin on his face.

They had heard rumours that some males were occasionally employed at the centre
but this was the first time they had seen one. He lost no time in letting them
know who he was:

"My name is Charles Billington, you will address me as "Sir". I am employed here
during the school holidays for work experience as a trainee warder before I go
to university to take a course in correctional studies. Today I have been given
the job of supervising your group for two hours of work in these washrooms.
Before you ask, I am eighteen years old so, yes, several of you are old enough
to be my mother. I may be at the bottom of the pile here as a staff member, but
that still leaves me utterly superior to you and believe me, you had better obey
my every order."

Stewart was, to say the least; apprehensive about where he stood in regard to
this young man's intentions. He certainly doubted that he was as old as eighteen
as he looked scarcely sixteen. He was somewhat concerned when he called him over
to a corner of the room. 

" Relax Stewart, I am only interested in the female prisoners, so get some
cleaning kit and occupy yourself with polishing something. Stay where you can
see what's going on and keep your mouth shut." And then, with a conspiratorial
wink, the warder went back to the female group. He called them to the present
position and walked first past their front and then down the rear of their rank
in a military type inspection. 

He slowly and carefully looked each female up and down from both sides. Much as
they hated this behaviour from the young boy they all remained rigidly at
attention staring straight ahead. The slightest mark or crease in their denim
shirts would be noted by his finger gently tapping the spot, needless to say,
the stretched material over the larger breasts was found to have an unusual
number of such marks. When he stood in front of Perrin he rapidly noted her
lopsided breasts. He slowly cupped the lower breast with his right hand and
lifted it to be level with it's sister. Still holding it he asked the blushing
female why her chest was uneven. Stumbling and stuttering with embarrassment she
explained the cause.

"Unfasten the buttons on your shirt." He snapped.

Hands shaking, Perrin followed out the order and was then told to pull the shirt
from her skirt waistband and resume the present. Casually and slowly he pulled
the shirt wide and stared at her huge white breasts encased in the prison issue
bra. Then he held the unbroken strap with his fingers and hefted the breast
upwards. After suddenly releasing it so that the breast fell back into place, he
did the same to the other side. Next he ordered his victim to remove her shirt
completely.

"Well girl, we can't have you damaging your underwear any further. Take off the
bra, you can carry out the work in here topless."

Perrin had no choice other than to obey the young boy. She removed her bra which
he took from her and snapped back to the present with her hands behind her head
and elbows well back. It came as no surprise when he dropped the bra on the
floor and savagely gripped both nipples with his fingers. He started to jerk
them both up and down causing the large white mounds to flop and ripple with the
movement. Suddenly he stopped, released the grip and moved to the next female,
treading on the bra as he walked away.

Eventually he completed his inspection, pointed out the cupboard where the
cleaning materials were kept and allocated the various jobs. Five of the females
were told to clean the six ladies toilets and the others were ordered to polish
the already shining floor.

The equipment supplied was minimal. In the box marked "Toilets" there were small
scouring pads, floor cloths and small dry towels. The only items that could be
found for the floor were large cloths and a giant tin of industrial polish.

One of the female prisoners, a tall blonde, walked back to the young man and
informed him that there was no way that the bowls could be cleaned as there
wasn't a lavatory brush in site. A total silence fell as everyone present saw
the look of smug satisfaction light up the warder's face.

Stewart had noticed her before but this was the first time she had tried to
stand up for herself. She was aged around thirty-five, about five feet ten
inches tall with her long fair hair in a ponytail. He had heard that before
being sentenced to a term at the Correctional Centre she had been employed as a
model and had been regularly featured in those very expensive ladies magazines
that well off females buy. Apparently she specialised in underwear
advertisements and had the figure to achieve success and the income that went
with it. This previous status was to be of little help to her in this room
thought Stewart.

"Name?" snapped the warder to the woman who had had the good sense to come to
the attention position.

" Prisoner 384  Carstairs Sir!" she snapped out.

" Ah yes¡­Carstairs¡­I overheard the wardresses talking about you.  They showed
me one of those magazines that you worked for where you were prancing about in
just your bra and knickers looking down your nose at the camera. They wondered
how long you would be able to play little Miss Humble before your real arrogant
self surfaced. How fortunate you are that my powers of punishment are so
restricted, however, I could always put you on report if you cause me any
trouble. You don't intend to cause me any trouble?¡­.and you will be totally
obedient to me?¡­.

Carstairs swallowed her pride. She realised that she would have to do whatever
this little jerk wanted in the hope that he would keep quiet. Perhaps he had no
powers, perhaps she could report him, but there again she would be taking a
terrible risk if he was doing this with the Centre's knowledge.
 

" Yes Sir, whatever you say Sir."

"Good. I've seen how you look in the magazines so lets see how you look in
prison issue underwear.  Prepare for a brassiere inspection!"

Inside Carstairs was fuming. How could this little peasant order her around like
this. Fortunately she pulled herself together and quickly removed her denim
shirt, dropped it on the floor and stood, legs wide and arms thrust above her
head for inspection. She was much taller than the warder, especially at full
stretch. She was slim, like most models but her breasts were full and heavy
which made her so successful with brassiere advertisements. Those breasts were
thrust towards him as if she was offering them to him. She stared straight ahead
and waited.

At first, he fumbled with her. Where his hands touched the uncovered flesh she
could feel the clammy sweat on his palms and fingers. The bra was the regulation
prison size, smaller than ideal, so her large firm breasts were tightly
constricted with the surplus bulging over the top. He transferred his fingers to
her armpits where he dragged his nails on both hands upward from the bra strap
over the shaved stubble. Next he cupped both breasts in his palms and hefted
them up and down a few times. Then the adolescent groping really started.

For a while he was content to feel and rub the encased mammarys. Despite her
revulsion the nipples quickly responded to the irritation and swelled
prominently. Soon however he stood back and ordered her to removed the garment.
Carstairs nearly objected, but swallowed her pride and humiliation she unclipped
the back strap and handed the bra into the waiting hands with the grubby
fingernails. He carefully examined every inch of the material and sniffed the
underarm straps for sweat residue. He clearly knew that if he could find any
fault, he could recommend a BRD for her.

"What size bra is this?" he enquired.

"Size 36 C Sir." She replied blushing furiously.

"Lets see how firm your tits are without support." He sneered. "Run on the spot
until I tell you to stop."  Carstairs was all too aware that all the other
females and Stewart were gathered around watching as she started to jog and her
breasts started to quiver. She had always prided herself on their firmness but
knew that if this youth wanted them to move, he would sooner or later find some
method of achieving that. 

The running order was changed to jumping on the spot and that caused them to
bounce uncomfortably upwards then slapping down on the rib cage as her feet hit
the floor each time. It seemed like hours to the girl but it was only two
minutes before she was told to stand still. Her arms, still thrust high, were
aching and drained of blood but she knew better than to lower them. He walked
over to the box of cleaning materials, and when he returned she was puzzled to
see what he was holding in her hand.

The young warder held a plastic scourer from the cleaning kit. Holding it firmly
he pressed it against her right nipple, and then slowly started to rub it round
the protruding stalk and the swollen aureola.  The harder he rubbed, the firmer
the nipple became as if it welcomed this action. Soon the roughness changes to
soreness and then to considerable pain. Instinctively Carstairs dropped her
hands protectively over her right breast. 

She immediately realised her mistake and shot her hands upwards again with the
words: "Sorry Sir!" 

He young tormentor said nothing. He simply continued to chafe the sore teat for
another minute or so. Next he transferred the scouring pad to her left nipple
and the torture started again.  By the time he was satisfied, both of the
nipples and their surrounds were swollen red and inflamed. Her arms ached and
her whole body was shaking with the strain of keeping them up high. She
gratefully obeyed his next command when he told her to place her arms at her
side.

Seemingly the boy felt that he had achieved the required degree of fear and
respect amongst the prisoners and he then ordered them to commence their
cleaning duties. Carstairs was ordered to scrub the inside of all the toilet
bowls with the very scouring pad that had been used on her nipples. She started
the work without further protest.

All of the prisoners were only too aware that their postures during their work
were serving to provide the young man with the most provocative of views. Those
bending over, when viewed from behind revealed all of their legs as high as
their panty crotch as the short denim skirts rode high. Carstairs and Perrin who
were both working topless were under his constant gaze with the latter obliged
to polish the floor on her hands and knees with her dangling breasts almost
brushing the floor as they swung and swayed. Many chores had to be repeated over
and over again until he was satisfied with the cleanliness and the polish. The
toilet bowls and seats were sparkling which was more than could be said for the
cleaners as they sweated and laboured at their tasks.

After an hour of hard solid work the group, including Stewart were called back
to in line attention and dismissed. Hurriedly the two half-naked females grabbed
their bras and shirts from the floor and rapidly donned them as they marched up
the stairs and back to their block. They were all aware that the time was
rapidly approaching when Perrin would be on report to the Governess of the
Correctional Facility.

To be continued.

Chapter 24.

It was five minutes to two o'clock in the afternoon. Stewart and Daley had
reported to the Governess's office in plenty of time with their reluctant
charge, the prisoner Perrin.

They had done their best to make her as presentable as possible for the
interview. 
She looked somewhat grubby, hot and frightened at the thought of her forthcoming
meeting with the Prison head. All that they had managed to find time for was a
quick wash down in the sink as she changed back into her schoolgirl uniform. Her
bra had to be left in its torn condition but otherwise she looked in good
shape¡­but who were they to judge!

There were two other prisoners on report and under escort in the waiting room: a
woman in her late thirties, around five foot four inches tall with shoulder
length dark hair and a young fair headed girl scarcely in her twenties. 

The seats were arranged in threes with two padded seats either side of a
specially constructed seat for the prisoners. This was in the form of a raised
stool that was far enough from the ground to ensure that the feet remained clear
of the floor. The seat of these stools however was far from padded and consisted
of a metal grating with thin metal slats arranged vertically, similar to a
domestic foot-scraper. The constant grimaces and gasps of the prisoners
indicated that the edges of the metal dug uncomfortably into their soft bottoms.
If a female had been punished on this area in the last few days the seat could
only add to her discomfort. Additionally, the heavier and plumper the buttocks
were, the more the blades would dig into their seat and thigh tops. 

Notices on the wall demonstrated the way the prisoners were to sit: They were to
be bolt upright, knees were to be well apart and their hands were to be resting
mid-way along their upper thighs. An all too visible TV camera with it's winking
red light ensured that no one was stupid enough to deviate in the slightest from
those instructions.

A faint scent of girl-sweat hung in the air of the warm room as the clearly
frightened females awaited the call into the office. Only the younger girl
remained dry eyed; the other two sniffed back their tears. Perrin was pale and
visibly sweating with the fear and anticipation; damp patches were already
appearing around her collar and underarms.

The time dragged. It was almost 2.15pm when activity could be heard behind the
door marked "Governess". Female conversation, laughter and the scraping of
chairs preceded the door being opened. Out strode one of the section wardresses.

"The Governess has decided to have you all in her office during the interviews
and sentencing. You girl," she said pointing to the young blonde "will be tried
first and the others will stand at the side of the room against the wall. March
this way."

With gasps and groans of discomfort the three prisoners lowered themselves from
the penance stools and, with their escorts, marched into the room. They stood,
as directed, with their backs to the now closed door and facing the windows.

The office was large, thickly carpeted and well lit. At one end there was a huge
mahogany desk with the usual VDU and keyboard.  In front of the desk was a small
white spot that the offender was expected to stand on. Behind the desk stood
three fully uniformed and hatted junior wardresses including their own section
head Miss Kenton.
In a large comfortable swivel chair sat the Governess. Mrs Gurney, as she was
known outside the establishment, was in her mid forties. Of average height she
was slim with a decidedly feminine figure that her smart business suit and
blouse did little to hide. Her prematurely greying hair was swept back in a
formal bun and she wore rimless pebble glasses that her cold grey eyes looked
over at the first prisoner. Her appearance was that of a prim no-nonsense
headmistress but, to each prisoner who found themselves in her presence, she was
the most feared person they had ever met in their lives. They knew only too well
that she not only had almost unlimited control over them but could also order
them to be punished in the most degrading and painful ways.

The young blonde girl stood rigidly at attention her whole being totally
terrified by the Governess's fixated stare. Her pale face seemed well scrubbed
and her hair was shiny with health and pulled back into a ponytail. Her large
innocent eyes reminded Stewart of those of a terrified young doe. She had a
large mouth, full and pouting with her even white teeth visible as she anxiously
licked her lips. She was slim but the mounds of her young breasts could be
discerned under the crisp white uniform shirt as she stood with her shoulders
thrust back Either side of her, and turned towards her as the instructions
required, stood her two fellow squad members. The Governess broke the silence:

"First charge if you please"

One of the junior wardresses moved quickly to the side of the desk, coughed
nervously and started to read from a sheet on a clipboard.

"With your permission Madam, Prisoner 233 Peterson is charged with insolence to
a Senior Wardress. The complaint report states that during a surprise panty
inspection for her squad, she was found to have soiled underwear. When she was
informed of this she said words to the effect that the senior wardress must have
made a mistake and asked her to look again in an insolent and disrespectful
manner. She was immediately placed on Report."

"I see," said the Governess, "I assume that the panty offence was dealt with at
the time?"

"Indeed Madam." Replied the junior wardress. " She received an immediate
thrashing with the standard senior wardress strap across her buttocks. However
it was felt that the insolence was too serious to be dealt with by a summary
punishment."

"Quite so¡­.quite so¡­." Replied the Governess deep in thought. "Please read me
her conduct record."

The junior wardress picked up a large thick file from the desk. Stewart noticed
that there was a full length photograph of the girl on the front and assumed,
correctly, that a similar file existed for every prisoner at the centre. 

"Prisoner 233 Peterson, Amanda. Age 20 years. She has been sentenced to nine
months in this centre for insolence to a female police officer and resisting
arrest following a driving offence. She has received no individual formal
punishments since her arrival five weeks ago but has been warned on two
occasions by me for lack of respect, both times receiving an informal three
strokes with my strap. She has received the strap from several other wardress's
for minor offences. Last week she received twenty strokes of the heavy strap as
part of a group punishment for lack of effort by her squad. I would categorise
her conduct as average with a tendency to show lack of respect for the staff
when under pressure. As this offence took place in front of her fellow prisoners
Madam, I would ask that her punishment reflects the severity of her offence."
 

The silence returned.

The Governess stared at the now trembling girl over her spectacles as she
considered her fate.

"Peterson. I won't waste my breath lecturing you about your need to totally
accept the authority of my staff or the foolishness that you displayed in daring
to criticise one of my senior wardresses. Instead I will let a session in the
punishment room convince you.
You will receive 18 strokes of the grade one cane across your buttocks. I trust
that you will learn from that infliction that I do not tolerate your attitude in
my Centre."

Even the junior wardresses were taken aback at the severity of the sentence.
Admittedly the grade one cane was the lightest of the real punishment canes but
it was still a heavy bitch to take¡­.and¡­ eighteen strokes!  Peterson was white
with shock and  visibly shaking as she was led to the side of the room. Again
there was silence broken only by the rustle of the paper in the file as the
sentence was entered and signed by Mrs Gurney.

The sentenced prisoner and her escorts joined the other groups along the
sidewall and the older female prisoner was marched to stand on the spot. No one
in the room was under the impression other than that the Governess was in a
particularly foul mood that afternoon and even her limited compassion would not
be exercised.

The junior wardresses changed place and a short thin miserable looking wardress
of about 23 picked up the next file.  Stewart couldn't but think to himself how
much more attractive the elder woman was compared to her guard, who, though not
positively ugly, was sour faced and had, from what he could see under her hat,
an almost shaved hairstyle. It was easy for him to speculate about her sexual
orientation. Standing at attention, the mature prisoner seemed to be proudly
thrusting her matronly bosom forward in comparison with what seemed to be a
totally flat chest on the guard.

Only slightly overweight, her face had the rather haughty and yet attractive
look that one would have expected from someone who had held a senior position in
a large company. Without the benefit of make-up the age wrinkles were visible
particularly around her eyes. Stewart almost felt sorry for her. Whatever
humiliation the younger girls must feel in this Correctional Centre, a mature
woman of previous authority must feel particularly vulnerable to the orders and
capricious nature of a young wardress such as the bitch that had brought her
here. His mind was wandering to the effects on this prisoner of being subjected
to the more personal demands of the wardress when the Governess's voice snapped
him back to the present.

"The next charge if you please." Said the Governess as she signed the sentence
order on the previous prisoner's file.

"With you permission Madam, Prisoner 377 Harper has been charged under the Dress
regulations for wearing a brassiere during Physical Training contrary to the
rules as laid down for clothing to be worn whilst exercising." 

" I see," the Governess replied."Surely this could have been dealt with by the
PT Instructress at the time."

"Indeed Madam," continued the young wardress, " A summary strapping was given
but then when the paperwork was completed it was realised that this was her
third Breast Related Offence and would require further punishment under your
authority."

The Governess sat bolt upright.

"You mean that despite all the warnings about incurring more than three breast
related demerits yet another prisoner has done just that?"

"I'm afraid so Madam." Replied the wardress in an exasperated voice.

"Read me her conduct record and then the details of her BRD's".

"As you wish Madam. Prisoner 377 Harper Jane, Allison, is 43 years old and was
employed as a director in a large retail company. She has been sentenced to 12
months detention having been found guilty of embezzlement of her employer's
funds. At her trial she was insolent to the lady judge who ordered that the
sentence was to be served here. She has been here for ten weeks and has received
three official punishments consisting of ten strokes of the strap, fifteen
strokes of the strap and one of twelve strokes of the cane. She has also
received numerous summary punishments. Her conduct is assessed as poor with
little or no respect for authority." 

Turning to another page she resumed: " She has collected two previous BRD's, one
for being found wearing a soiled brassiere and the other for wearing a non-issue
support brassiere. The present offence occurred when the PT Instructress noticed
that her breasts were not moving freely under her vest during exercise . When
checked she was found to be wearing a small half cup bra that partly supported
her breasts and restricted some movement. When questioned she stated:"Please
Miss, my breasts are heavy, and it hurts when they have no support."

Again, silence whilst the wretched woman was examined over the tops of the
Governesses spectacles. Harper stood to attention, trying to control her fear.
She hoped against hope that there would be some level of sympathy in the heart
of the woman behind the desk. After all they were of a similar age and she too
had large breasts so must surely know how tender they could be at certain times
of the month. She could see that her breasts were being looked over and her
hopes rose¡­..only to be sadly dashed.

"The prisoner will remove her tie and shirt." Snapped Mrs Gurney.

Harper hesitated, looking around the room and at Stewart in particular clearly
concerned at what would be a public display of her underwear. Slowly she removed
the tie and then unbuttoned the shirt, pulled it clear of her tight waistband .
She then slipped it off her shoulders and  handed them both to one of her
escorts . She resumed the attention position. 

Her breasts were certainly large and more than filled the tight prison
regulation bra. cups. Stewart noticed the way that her skin bulged slightly over
the waistband and how the shoulder straps dug furrows into her shoulders.
Despite the support from the bra, the very weight of the breasts caused them to
hang lower than those would of a younger girl of equal size.

"Present position." Ordered the Governess.

Feet wide apart,  hands on the back of her head and elbows pulled wide back. The
first thing Stewart noticed was how thick the dark armpit hair was. Clearly this
was a squad whose leader did not allow shaving. The position lifted the breasts
noticeably.

"What bra size do you take?" enquired the Governess.

"Size 38 with normally an E cup Madam, but under the prison rules I wear a size
smaller."

The Governess stood and moved to the other side of the prisoner to where Stewart
and the other prisoners stood  She examined the covered breasts closely over the
top of her glasses. 

"I wish to see how much support you need, start running on the spot with your
knees high until I say stop." She ordered.

Harper started jogging, still with her hands behind her head. As she got into a
steady rhythm with her knees high her breasts moved up and down in time to it's
respective knee. The exposed flesh above the top of the cups rippled and flexed.
After two minutes she was told to stop and she then stood getting her breath
back.

"Remove the bra." came the next instruction from the Prison Governess. Harper
reached behind her back and pulled the sides together to unclip the broad
back-strap.
As she released her grip and transferred her hands to underneath the cups the
breasts sagged under their considerable weight. She slid the bra free, handed it
to her escort and resumed the "present " position. It was difficult to assess
whether the flush on her face was from the exertion or the humiliation of having
to display herself in front of all the young females and the lone male.

Despite the upwards pull to the chest by her arm position, the breasts still
hung low and around two thirds of their underside clung to her chest. The
breasts were heavy and almost tubular in shape with short fat nipples and the
largest brown aureole that Stewart could remember seeing. They must measure four
inches across he mused to himself.

Casually the Governess grasped each nipple between her fingers and thumbs and
lifted them quickly almost to the woman's shoulders. As Harper gritted her teeth
she just as quickly dropped them so that they slapped back into place. She then
stepped back and gave the wretched prisoner another order.

"Hands on head, start running¡­.and ..I want to see those knees high!" 

Harper started jogging. She put all her effort into the exercise and lifted her
knees to almost waist level so that her stockinged thighs and lower panty area
constantly flashed in and out of sight. Her breasts bounced up and down, firstly
in synchronisation with each other then to their own individual rhythm. Her face
was screwed up with pain as she fought to keep moving. The longer the exercise
continued the more her whole body became obliged to move to sustain the
momentum. As her torso flexed around her spine her large breasts started a
swinging moment to add to their vertical one. One minute after the order to move
had been given the breasts were swinging, flopping and rippling as they bounced
against the rib cage and even slapped into each other.

When the order to stop came, the wretched woman was left gasping for breath with
her face still reflecting the pain the movement had caused. Her skin was covered
in a thin sheen of sweat.

The Governess resumed her seat." It is hardly the fault of the Centre that you
have large breasts Harper. They certainly do move somewhat when exercising and I
agree that a bra would offer some support and prevent a certain amount of
discomfort, however, you are hear to learn obedience. If we made concessions for
you and some of the other, shall we say, well endowed prisoners, it would make a
mockery of our policy of treating you all fairly and equally. The rules clearly
state that female prisoners are to be exercised without breast support and that
is the way it will be done.
I regard your attempts to circumvent that rule with considerable irritation. I
normally avoid ordering breast punishments but in you case such a discipline
will clearly be the only solution."

Mrs Gurney then started writing at the bottom of the form ignoring the quaking
woman standing and awaiting her fate. After a few lines of writing and the
flourish of a signature she looked up. The junior wardress called her to
attention and the Governess spoke:

"Prisoner 377 Harper. You are sentenced to a Breast Punishment in accordance
with the rules of this Correctional Centre. I intend that this shall be severe.
You will receive sixteen strokes of the approved cane upon each breast. The
punishment is to be carried out during the next two weeks at a time convenient
to my staff. You may dress and resume your position by the door."

Once again even the wardresses were impressed. The prisoner appeared devastated.
The thought of having to offer up her most sensitive objects to be deliberately
hurt terrified her. And yet she realised, as she dressed, the total
inevitability of the sentence being carried out. The added torment would be the
delay. Would she be caned today, or would the staff drag the ordeal out and make
her wait fourteen days. What would happen if they accused her of another breast
offence in that time? A shudder ran through her frame when she realised that
there could only be one answer to that question.
 

Eventually Perrin was called forward and the three moved into position in front
of the desk. Miss Kenton, looking as attractive and feminine as ever, read out
the charges. The Governess's order to remove the tie and shirt was inevitable
and Perrin soon stood at the present to display the torn bra. The Governess
asked Miss Kenton to pass it to her and this she did as soon as the prisoner had
removed it.

Carefully, the garment was scrutinised as its owner stood watching. Stewart
feasted his eyes on the poor girl's huge breasts. She was certainly overweight
to the point of being fat. Her arms were podgy and her stomach hung over the
waistband of her uniform skirt Her breasts hung like two large pink party
balloons that had been filled with water. He could well imagine the effect of a
cane on the soft feminine flesh.

At last the Governess spoke:

"There seem to have been several offences committed by this prisoner." She
intoned."Firstly, I must congratulate Miss Kenton on taking such prompt action
to bring this problem to my notice. I intend to treat your attitude problems
rigorously in the hope that we can achieve an early transition to a properly
obedient prisoner."

"Firstly girl. we must deal with your obesity. You will be placed on a stringent
diet and be subjected to extra PT to help you burn off some of that weight. This
will not be pleasant for you and should you fail to make any weekly target
weight you will be severely dealt with. I will personally review your results
and yourself in a months time."

"Secondly, there is the question of damaging Centre property by your careless
movement during punishment. For that you will receive fifteen strokes of the
heavy strap across your buttocks."

"Thirdly, to train you to restrict your movements, that punishment will be given
to you unsecured. This means that you will have to control yourself and remain
presented for the strap. Should you fail to do so an extra stroke will be
awarded at the discretion of the punishing wardress for each time you move
excessively."

"Fourthly, as a punishment for your appalling sewing, you will receive six
lashes with your Junior Wardress's strap across each hand."

"Finally, I am awarding two Breast Related Demerits, one for breaking the strap
and another for repairing it in such a slovenly manner. I'm sure that I don't
have to remind you that any further breast offences will result in you lining up
for punishment with Harper. Do you have any questions?"

"Nnno Madam." Replied the dazed female.

Perrin was told to resume her position with the others and replace her clothing.

As she completed the paperwork the Governess glanced back at the staff members
and told them that the punishments to the first and last prisoner would be
carried out immediately and asked them to take the victims and their escorts
into the nearest Punishment room. Senior Wardress James would be inflicting the
sentence and she would meet them there.

With that final remark the Governess dismissed the group of Wardresses and
prisoners from her presence.

To be continued.

Chapter 25.

It was but a short walk to the nearest Punishment room. This one happened to be
the main such room for the entire Correctional Facility. It was the place where
all the really serious offences were dealt with. 

It was constructed out of the basement to the main administration block and was
brightly illuminated, approximately seventy feet long and twenty-five feet wide.
The ceiling was around twelve feet high with beams at frequent intervals. The
walls were white painted blocks and the floors completely covered in light grey
plastic tiles. Along the walls were the inevitable racks of straps, canes and
similar equipment. About a dozen securing devices ranging from what were
obviously punishment blocks, inspection couches and whipping frames to somewhat
less obvious furniture that the prisoners could only wonder about. Rows of
comfortable chairs ranged along one wall for any audience that might be invited.
High in the ceiling, the inevitable CCTV cameras were positioned to record any
punishment under the glaring lights. At the far end was what appeared to be a
holding cell with an iron barred door and windows. A smell of disinfectant hung
in the damp air.

The two girls awaiting sentence, the prisoner Harper and all the escorts were
roughly pushed into this cell by one of the wardresses who slammed and locked
the door behind them. Inside the unlit room the bare brick walls and damp
concrete floor only added to the air of foreboding that they all felt. The room
was cold and damp with a chill draft from a large grill in the ceiling; it took
only a few minutes until they were all shivering as they sat on the hard bench
seats that comprised the only furniture. A stainless steel bucket sat in a far
corner.

They could see into the main room through the bars. The three Assistant
Wardresses were filling in the time until their supervisor arrived by examining
the equipment. The sour faced slim wardress was taking a keen interest in a tall
square post that reached from the floor to one of the ceiling beams. Her name,
it would seem was Miss Curtis. Various pads were fixed to the forward face and
securing straps hung down at differing heights.

Miss Kenton said that she recognised the post from the videos she had seen in
training. It was the Breast Punishment Frame. She stood with her back to it and
showed the other two how the victim could be secured with the feet apart and a
thick band around her waist. A large pad could then be placed between the
shoulder blades to force the chest forward whilst the hands were held above the
head and behind the thick post-lifting the targets up and thrusting them
forward. She paused for a moment in the position that the victim would be
secured. She held her hands up and behind her forcing her elbows back. Miss
Curtis reached out and adjusted the pad between Miss Kenton's shoulder blades so
that her breasts had to thrust even further forward. The exited look on her face
as she stared at her colleagues proffered bust did not go unnoticed by the
watching prisoners. After a brief moment or two Miss Kenton lowered her arms
and, with a shudder, she clutched her breasts protectively.

"Wouldn't you just love seeing my boobs punished Curtis," she whispered to the
other wardress with an enigmatic smile.

The main entrance door opened and in came the duty Nurse. It was the same one
that had attended Stewart when he had the examination by Dr Jayne Hargreaves.
She carried a large equipment bag that she placed on one of the tables.

" Good afternoon ladies." She said with a frosty smile. "Strictly speaking the
two prisoners should be examined down at the centre before they are dealt with,
but Miss James has just phoned and asked that as they are only due for light
discipline, I examine them here. Not their lucky day is it? Firstly they catch
the Governor in a really foul mood and then they have to face just about the
most severe wardress that we have on the staff here." She delved into her bag
and retrieved a pair of surgical gloves, which she slipped on.

Miss Curtis opened the cell door and ordered them all out. The two victims were
told to stand in front of the nurse and the others ordered to take a seat along
the observation wall.

"Strip down to your underwear both of you." Said the nurse with hardly a glance
in their direction. Soon, they both stood side by side dressed only in their
regulation prison bras, panties, suspender belts, stockings and shoes. They were
both shaking from the cold of the holding cell and the knowledge of that which
was to come.

It would have been difficult to have found two females with a greater difference
in body shape. Peterson's body was tall, slim and fit with what seemed to be
firm muscle tone. Her breasts were small and looked pointed. Her back was narrow
and her buttocks small and tight. In comparison, the older Perrin looked a mess
with her torn bra, swelling breasts, podgy arms, huge hanging buttocks with the
panties forced up into the anal cleft and thick podgy thighs. All the evidence
of the previous punishments were there. Peterson's buttocks, partly covered by
her panties, were heavily bruised from a previous strapping. Perrin's whole
flabby buttocks were displayed and the lower third bore the bruises of the group
caning.

Perrin was examined first.

Her panties were pulled out of the cleft and down to her thighs. A thermometer
was forced into her anus. Moving round to her front the nurse told her to open
her mouth and, with a tongue depressor and a light, examined inside. A
stethoscope was run briefly over her chest and back and then a blood pressure
cuff was used on her left arm.

Finally she was told to bend over with legs apart and the thermometer was pulled
roughly out of her cleft. After reading Perrin's temperature, the nurse ordered
Peterson to bend over, pulled her panties down and roughly inserted the
thermometer between her tight cheeks. With the only lubrication being provided
earlier by Perrin, this caused a sharp gasp from the younger girl. 

It then took the nurse several minutes to complete some forms that were
required. During this time Peterson remained in position. Eventually the nurse
walked behind her and with a snatching motion, withdrew the object from her
anus. An even more perfunctory examination was carried out on the girl than had
been given to Perrin and soon, having adjusted their underwear, they both stood
at attention awaiting the next order.

As if on cue, the door opened again and in strode Miss James. Without
hesitation, the whole room sprang to attention, including the wardresses and
nurse. Everyone present had either heard of Miss James's reputation, or like
Stewart, had experienced her severity at first hand. She formally greeted the
staff members and then glanced down the line of escort prisoners. The only one
she recognised was Stewart and as her eyes looked him over, he felt his knees
turn to jelly.

"Good afternoon Stewart." She said almost smiling. She stood hands on hips, in
full uniform savouring his apparent fear. "Step forward Boy!"

Frightened, Stewart stood at attention in front of her.

"Relax, I'm not here to thrash you. You can however act as my personal
assistant. Stand just behind me and follow me around." Stewart relaxed slightly,
he had no idea of what he would be used for, but at least he wasn't in line for
a punishment just yet.

All Miss James had to do was stand in front of the two girls awaiting
infliction. They literally shook with fear having heard the reports of this
woman's merciless punishments. They entered the room with little hope and they
now had none.

"I will deal with the fat girl first.  Stewart, come here!"said Miss James.

"Stewart, you will remove the prisoners clothes and place them on the small
table next to her." She continued.

Stewart snapped out an answer "Yes Madam." And knelt down in front of the
shaking female. First he reached up and undid all the clasps holding both
stockings up then slowly eased each down to her ankles. He then removed both
shoes and pulled the stockings off her sweaty feet. Next he reached up for the
waistband of her panties and, with difficulty, pulled them down over her hips
and thick thighs. Finally, standing behind the shaking female he unclipped and
removed her suspender belt and finally her enormous bra. This was damp with
sweat and he had to reach round each side of her body to slide it free of the
sticky underside of her breasts. Carefully folding the clothing he placed the
items on the table and then resumed his position behind Miss James who was
reading the punishment file.

"I see that your beating this afternoon is only a small part in your
correctional regime." Said Miss James. "However, I will do my best to make it as
effective as I can." 

She slowly walked across to the rack containing the straps and made her
selection handing one to Stewart to carry. It seemed to be identical in weight
and size to than the one she had used on him. It had a sort of stable smell
which Stewart soon realised was the heavy oil in which it had been soaked to
increase its weight. He tried not to remember the force at which the implement
could strike home when it had Miss James's weight behind it.

Miss James pointed to one of the contraptions, a waist high round bolster
supported by two uprights. One the ground were two shoe like devices fixed wide
apart. On the far side of the bolster and slightly lower was a wooden rod. She
looked across at Perin and said just one word:

"Mount!"

Snivelling, Perrin walked over and placed both her feet in the shoes and then
leant over the bolster to grip the rod with her hands. Her buttocks were well
presented and were still soft to Miss James's touch as she ran her hands over
the area. The nurse liberally wiped disinfectant over the mounds and upper
thighs and stood back.

"Fifteen lashes then girl. If you attempt to avoid any lash, this will be
repeated at the end. Nurse here will keep count and decide which strokes count
and which will have to be repeated. I will be lenient with you and allow your
feet to be secured in the foot grips, that only leaves you to control your
hands." She nodded towards the floor and Stewart knelt down to strap the feet in
the grips.

Next he was told to remove Miss James's jacket. Nervously he undid the front
three buttons that were straining against the constrained breasts. The he
slipped to the rear to slowly pull the jacket over her shoulders.
 
The three assistant wardresses took up position along one side of the punishment
hurdle. The nurse stood the other side. Stewart stood at the business end well
clear of Miss James.

Slowly Miss James raised the strap over her right shoulder, shuffled her feet to
position herself and ¡­..WHAP!¡­ the first stroke lashed home to the centre of
the targets. 

The soft flesh was compressed as the lash created its own flattened groove for a
brief millisecond before it was snatched away. As the buttocks sprang back a
white band appeared that, almost immediately turned to pink then vivid red. By
this time the pain had reached Perrin's mind and she gasped, with head held back
frantically gripping the handhold. The next four strokes followed quickly so
that the buttocks were still bouncing from the previous lash as the next struck
home. Then Miss James's concentration moved to the lower, bruised area.

Four rapid lashes were laid on with the Wardress grunting with effort on each
one. Perrin had expected the area to be tender and it most certainly was. Her
head was held back, her plump face was bright red, eyes tightly shut and her
lips pulled back as she forced her hands to grip the rail. A loud groan of pain
and despair echoed round the room.

Four more times Miss James laid on the heavy strap to sizzle down on to the
earlier weals on the top two thirds of the shaking buttocks. Unbelievably Perrin
managed to hold her grip.

There was a pause. Miss James drank from a proffered glass of water, then went
back to her task.
She lay three hard ones in quick succession. Sadly for the prisoner they were
across the welted bruises at the very bottom of her buttocks. It was beyond
reason to expect anyone to remain in control and Perrin leapt upright clutching
her nates, rubbing them furiously. Tears ran down her pink face as she sobbed
her heart out. Instead of sympathy on the faces of the watching staff, there was
outright disgust and contempt at her behaviour. Miss James looked at the nurse
for guidance.

" Once again Perrin, your inability to control yourself is going to require
further punishment.  Miss James, please lay on the last three strokes again. 
Perrin!, grip that bar with your hands and don't let go this time."

Once again Miss James swung the strap above her left shoulder, then it was
brought down over the woman's upper thighs with a solid "thwack." Somehow,
Perrin managed to hold on to the bar. The strap was raised again and held
suspended. Anyone doubting the effort Miss James was applying to the task could
see for himself or herself the sweat patch under her armpit. Down it came again
but this time across the upper part of the buttocks. Suddenly, the third stroke
slashed in across the lower quarter, just above the thighs.

Perrin screamed and threshed around on the padded block. By a superhuman effort,
boosted only by the fear of the strapping being repeated once more, her grip of
the bar held fast. The nurse waited a full two minutes in the hope that her
resolve would break and the hands would let go. Finally she announced:

"Punishment completed."

Stewart was told to release the foot grips as the punished woman stood, shakily,
upright and massaged her large nates to relieve the pain. She was then told to
stand with her back to the wall and observe the next event.

Miss James slowly walked over to her next victim and stood, hands on hips, in
front of her. She was still breathing heavily from her exertions as she spoke.

"18 strokes of the grade one cane across your buttocks then girl. Have you been
caned before?"

"No Madam, never." Replied the terrified female.

"Well, I doubt that you will want to repeat the experience. Your offence seems
fairly minor but I never try to second-guess the Governor. If she has sentenced
you to 18 strokes then 18 strokes you will receive, and I will do my best to lay
them all on hard. Count yourself lucky that I will only be using the grade one
cane; that is bad enough, but believe me the others are real brutes. Turn
around, bend over and grip your ankles."

As the girl complied, Miss James moved closer and pulled the prisoners panties
up so that the seat disappeared into her cleft. The buttocks were small and well
muscled so that they felt unusually firm.  The dark bluish bruises remained from
her previous strapping and, from the flinching of the muscles and the audible
gasps coming from the bent girl, the whole area was still rather tender to even
the touch of Miss James's finger tips.

Miss James seemed to almost soften towards the bent prisoner. She asked the
other staff if the Governor had definitely required the punishment to be
inflicted that day and when she was assured that this was so shook her head
slowly and pursed her lips.

She said that to prevent any damage, the girl would have to be caned with her
thighs almost in line with her torso rather than bent over with the skin taut as
it was at present. She would also permit the nurse to provide an anti-clenching
device. From then on, the girl would have to take it as it came.

Having ordered the girl to stand, she then told Stewart to remove her underwear.
Once again he knelt down and removed the stockings and suspender belt. A sharp
tug was required to pull down her panties as they seemed well jammed where they
had been pulled up tight into her crotch. As they came down her fair and sparse
pubic hair was only inches from his face and he could easily see the split of
her vulva. He stood to release her brassiere and slowly pulled the shoulder
straps down revealing her firm young breasts with their pert pink nipples. Her
large green eyes showed only fear and horror as she looked through him rather
than at him as he moved around her.

Stewart was then ordered back to Miss James, to attend to her.

"Remove my tie, and shirt Boy." She ordered.

He stood in front of her and quickly unknotted and removed her uniform black
tie.He then reverently undid the bottons on the front of her shirt as she
smilingly thrust her shoulders back to stretch the material even tighter across
her thrusting breasts. Slowly the huge white support brassiere came into view
with her tugid nipples visible through the sturdy cups. Trying not to let his
eyes linger too long he moved to each side in turn to unfasten the cuffs before
standing behind her to pull the shirt over the broad shoulders and down over her
back.

"Now take off my Brassiere Boy. I will carry out the flogging with bare
breasts."

Quickly Stewart stood behind her and unclipped the wide back strap allowing the
huge breasts to sag as the tension was removed. Then he moved to the front and
pulled the broad shoulder straps down and forward, finally slipping the large
cups free from the breasts.

Once again the huge white pendulous breasts were exposed to his sight. They
looked even larger this time with the stretched white skin marked only by a thin
pattern of blue veins. The large aureolea were puckered and the nipples already
partly jutting out. She walked over to the punishment frames and after a few
seconds thought, pointed to a metal framed apparatus with leather pads at
strategic points.

"Get yourself over this girl." She snapped.

Shaking, Peterson walked towards the frame where Miss Curtis was waiting. There
were three padded supports almost horizontal with the floor, one for the head
and shoulders, one for the pelvic area and one for the ankles. Peterson was told
to lay face down and once her body was supported, her wrists were pulled past
her head and secured in leather wrist cuffs that stretched her arms to the full
in line with her shoulders. The shoulder support left her breasts to hang free.
A wide leather belt was then used to secure her waist rigidly to the bolster
shaped pelvis pad that raised her buttocks slightly above head height. Finally,
her ankles were positioned on the last pad so that her legs were a little below
head height, knees slightly bent and parted about eighteen inches. Straps around
the ankles were secured. Miss James pointed out to her junior colleagues how
this position left the buttocks spread and exposed the anal cleft but without
the surfaces being too tight. Apart, of course, from the natural tightness that
a pair of fit young female buttocks had.

From where Stewart stood next to Miss James, the girl was blatantly exposed. He
could clearly see her tufts of underarm hair and, given the very light covering
of pubic hair, both her anus and vulva were displayed. The latter was tight shut
despite her splayed legs but the inner lips could still be seen protruding
slightly.

The nurse advanced on the prisoner and swabbed her down with a cold antiseptic
solution that had been liberally poured onto a cloth. The solution was wiped
over both buttocks from where she was exposed by the waist strap to the top half
of both thighs. It was then rubbed non-too gently into the opened anal cleft and
down to her pubic mound.

Meanwhile, Miss James had taken herslf to the cane rack and was carefully
selecting one from the Grade one group. To Stewart they all looked very similar,
at least in length. Around three and a half feet long, and a thickness, just
over a quarter of an inch. Miss James gave around three or four an experimental
swish through the air before selecting a smooth pale one with a crook handle.

She handed it to the Nurse who carefully wiped it with the antiseptic cloth
leaving it wet and shiny, not unlike it's target.

Then the nurse produced a strange device.. It was made of plastic about half an
inch in diameter and three inches long. It looked like a small bottle brush with
a curved thin "T" handle at its base. She held a speculum in her right hand and
used it to open the girls tight anus. The she placed the device in position,
removed the speculum and let the anal muscle close on the small spiked intruder
leaving just the curved base to nestle into the anal cleft. From the gasp and
shaking of the girl's pelvis, this was extremely uncomfortable.

"Relax, girl." Said the nurse. "We are trying to do you a favour. Your skin is
so tight you certainly don't want to clench your backside during the thrashing.
This should help prevent that."

Finally she produced a roll of stiched leather six inches long and an inch in
diameter. This was forced sideways between her teeth, pulled well into the mouth
like a horses bit or brank and then buckled it behind her head.

"This is not to gag you girl, you can scream to your hearts content in this
room, it's to stop you clenching your teeth to hard. The Centre Dentist has
introduced this little extra to prevent damage to tooth enamel. Blame her during
your next dental visit if you don't like it.

The preparations for a Correctional Centre "Formal" were now complete. The
prisoners were told where to stand to "Witness Punishment". Stewart kept well
away from Miss James's cane arm as she advanced towards the vulnerable girl. She
raised the cane above her shoulder and brought it whirring down to slash across
the peak of the unprotected buttocks with a loud "thwipp".

It sunk into the firm bruised muscles and immediately rebounded leaving a white
tram line. The natural reaction of the girl to clench her buttocks resulted in a
louder squeal of  pain as the spiked intruder sensitised her anus to such an
action. 

Miss James adjusted the position of her feet slightly, raised her arm suddenly
so that her breasts swayed to the right, then brought the cane down across the
very tops of the thighs. The nurse's remarks about the leather bit not providing
any reduction in sound was proved to the full when Peterson let out a yell. Soon
this weal turned red to match the other. The girl victim flexed herself against
the straps but it was obvious that she had learned not to clench her muscles.

The third stroke was laid across the very top of the sulcus on the less padded
flesh of the upper buttocks. Four more followed at under an inch spacing moving
progressively down to the "marker" across the centre of the girls seat. Each
time the cane was raised the sweaty thick underarm hair of the wardress was
exposed and as it was brought down the huge breasts swung and seemed to give
added power to the descending instrument.

The total silence in the punishment room served to accentuate the sounds of the
cane, the grunts of exertion from the Wardress and the screams, gasps and groans
from the subject.

Now, nearly half-way through Miss James took a break and drank once more from
the glass of water. She looked down dispassionately at the shaking and sobbing
young girl. Stewart noticed the thin sheen of sweat on Miss James shoulders and
upper breasts and how her large protruding nipples were now fully engorged. The
nurse offered her a small towel and she used this to wipe her hands and the
curved handle grip of the instrument of correction. Then, she positioned her
feet, raised her arm and the punishment continued.

Slowly and with severity she laid on five strokes to the lower part of the
buttocks. Each lash fell with the customary "whirring" sound followed by the
"Swick" as it struck home and the almost animalistic exclamation from Peterson.
The whole area of the girl's firm buttocks were now swollen with the throbbing
stripes of the cane. Miss James casually ran the flat of her hands across the
ridges feeling their firmness and heat. The first strokes were already turning
from a bright red to a purple hue, especially on the far side of the punished
area to the caner. Even this gentle touch caused the prisoner to gasp and whinny
like a young pony.

"This is the point, ladies, at which the punishment starts to become really
effective." Miss James commented in a thoughtful voice stroking the tip of the
cane across the top of the girl's legs. " I always lay a few over the tops of
the thighs, that area that is normally exposed between the tops of the stockings
and the crease of the buttocks. It is a particularly sensitive area and always
guarantees that the prisoner limps for a while which can only impress those who
were not here for the flogging but see her afterwards.

She then laid three hard strokes across the tops of her parted thighs. They were
laid parallel to the second stroke she had inflicted earlier and moved, at half
inch intervals, down the soft flesh on the upper legs impacting with a different
firmer sound to the ones laid on the taut but padded buttocks.

"Now for the final strokes." She continued." With just twelve laid on the
buttocks, even a small firm pair like this young offender, there have been no
overlays so far. Needless to say, a stroke laid over an existing throbbing weal
can be extremely effective and that is what I intend to achieve".

She adjusted her foot position, touched the cane on the weal at the mid-point on
the buttocks, raised it high and with a "whirr" brought it down to slash exactly
across the swollen raised ridge. Peterson screamed and despite the anal device
could not stop her whole pelvic area threshing around to the limits of her
restraints.

Slowly, methodically and accurately the process was repeated with two other
ridges, one across the lower quarter of the girl's nates and the final one up
into the weal that marked the join between thigh and buttock. With amazing
precision that suggested hundreds if not thousands of previous cane strokes by
Miss James in previous thrashings, both coincided with the exisiting ridge
almost exactly. 

No one asked Peterson if she felt the last three to be "effective". Her
struggles and vocal attempts to plead for mercy were proof enough. The look of
shock, horror and fear on the faces of the other prisoners indicated their tacit
agreement with Miss Jame's comments.

The nurse stepped forward with an antiseptic swab and once more, liberally
applied it to the now punished flesh. This time the grazed skin absorbed the
stinging fluid and, from the even louder squeals and yells, seemed to add
greatly to the girl's pain. She then produced the speculum, cruelly dilated the
girls exposed anus and removed the plastic anti-clenching device. Leaving the
speculum in place she squeezed the antiseptic cloth so that the stinging fluid
trickled into her open orifice. It was then compressed and removed. The straps
were undone and the three junior wardresses roughly helped the girl to her
unsteady feet. She was sobbing uncontrollably and wincing every time she move

Miss James ordered Stewart to hand her the discarded bra, shirt and tie which
she quickly donned. As he watched her bend to lower her breasts into the
cavernous bra cups he could smell the familiar acrid smell of her sweat, sweat
generated by yet another of her brutal punishments of defenceless female
prisoners. Finally, as she slipped her uniform coat back on, she and the nurse
signed the relevant paperwork for both prisoners and then left the punishment
room. The junior wardresses were left to organise the prisoners.

Miss Curtis took charge. She then ordered Peterson to report to her apartment at
7pm that night telling the distraught female that her weals would need to be
checked. Stewart almost shuddered on behalf of the girl as he imagined what the
bitch of a wardress would have lined up for her and how she would have to submit
to even further humiliation and pain.

She then stood in front of the older woman, Harper. Gently she cupped her large
breasts in her hands and lifted and lowered them as she spoke.

"Well, Harper, I'm pleased that you saw the demonstration of how Miss James
handles prisoners up for punishment. It must have really reassured you as to how
gently she will be treating these udders of yours when next you meet her,
because believe me, I will do everything possible to make sure that she is the
wardress who will cane your breasts." Harpers eyes pleaded for mercy but she
managed to take the handling without question, even when Miss Curtis squeezed
her breasts hard and then stood back.

Perrin and Peterson were ordered to dress and then the prisoners were dismissed.
Eight prisoners marched and one, a tall fair-headed young female, limped their
way to the door.

To be continued.

Chapter 26.

Stewart left the Punishment Room with a feeling approaching elation. He felt a
certain amount of sympathy for the females who had been punished but felt that
it was, after all, their own fault for falling foul of the system. He tried not
to linger on the events he had witnessed, particularly the naked body of the
younger girl but could not rid himself of the erection that had been confined in
his tight underpants for most of the afternoon. Whatever else had happened, he
consoled himself with the thought that he seemed to be off the hook with the
wardresses and saw no reason why his time at the Correctional Centre should not
be rather pleasant from now on.

He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he failed to hear the approach of one of
the Centre Policewomen from his rear. The first thing he knew about her presence
was when he received a hard slap across the back of his head. He turned and
found himself standing in front of a very attractive black policewoman of around
30 who stood with her hands on her hips. 

"STEWART! Are you totally deaf boy or just stupid? I have been calling you for
nearly a full minute. Your presence is required in the Medical Centre. Follow
me!"

Once again Stewart found himself marching behind a policewoman. He had no idea
why he had been sent for or what was to happen to him. She was shorter than him,
but set a cracking pace as she marched along. Her grey, uniformed hips swaying
and the ugly baton swinging from under her uniform jacket. 

Eventually they reached the Centre where he was quickly ushered in to one of the
sparsely decorated rooms. The only furniture was a heavy metal framed bench with
a long stainless steel top three feet off the ground. Two vertical uprights
about two feet high and one and a half feet apart were set into the surface
three feet from one end. Between their tops was a dog collar device . More
straps and fasteners were attached to the flat steel table and a grill-covered
drain was set in the centre between a set of the straps. On it rested a hard
shelled box the size of a small suitcase. It was labelled "Extraction Equipment.
For use on Male Prisoners." Underneath this was the manufacturer's logo,
"SMCYBER INC. Medical Division".

Before he could begin to imagine the potential uses for the equipment, the door
opened and in walked two other policewomen, one of which wore sergeants'
stripes. They exchanged pleasantries with the first policewoman and Stewart
learned from the conversation that they were from the Correctional Centre for
male prisoners. The younger one seemed to be a cadet, she was hardly out of
school, around five feet four inches tall and with a fair amount of puppy fat
from the way in which her uniform jacket was stretched over her chest and her
skirt was pulled tight over her thighs. Her angelic looking face was plump with
fair hair pulled back into a severe bun under her hat. The sergeant was closer
to forty years old. She was a little taller and certainly slimmer with short red
hair. Her face would not be considered pretty as her large nose and thin lips
detracted from a pair of large green eyes that seemed to bore into Stewart's
very being. He could see from her tag that her name was Walker.

"You are probably unaware Stewart, that the law has recently changed that
requires all prisoners to provide samples for a DNA data-base. The requirements
are that this sample be collected by police officers who must witness the entire
procedure to ensure that none of you perverts slip through the net. As the
Police at this centre are only familiar with collecting samples from females,
they have asked me to bring the male collection equipment over and demonstrate
it's use. Policewoman Spencer here is under training and will be carrying out
the procedure under my supervision. Let me make it perfectly clear to you that
we are well used to handling male prisoners, unlike the ladies at this centre,
so don't even think of trying anything on with us. One more thing, before you
get the idea that this may provide some sort of sexual pleasure for you, I
intend to ensure that it does not. Carry on Miss Spencer."

The young girl moved to stand in front of Stewart, eyed him up and down and then
said just one word:

"Strip."

As quickly as he could, Stewart removed his prison denim shirt, shorts and
underpants then bent over to slip off the shoes and socks. He then assumed the
present position, only too aware that the release of his penis from the tight
underwear had permitted it to erect slightly. Miss Spencer however ignored this
fact and, picking up his underpants, turned them inside out and examined the
crotch carefully finding a wet spot where his erection had caused a leak of
fluid. Swiftly she slid the baton from the holder on her waist belt and, with
the cold tip, lifted his scrotum, separating his testicles. 

"Explain yourself Prisoner!" she snapped shaking the baton slightly to joggle
his scrotal contents menacingly.

"Please Miss, I have had to witness two of the female prisoners all afternoon as
they were punished, and¡­and¡­I have had an erection."

The young policewoman dropped the testicles and turned to her colleagues, asking
whether they felt that his should be dealt with before they continued. The
female centre policewoman offered to call her own sergeant and a halt was called
in the procedures whilst she left the room to telephone her. She soon returned,
with a smug expression.

"It seems that my sergeant already has a punishment lined up for the prisoner
from his first night here. She will be along shortly."

The policewomen stood around chatting as they waited for her arrival. Stewart,
now ignored by the staff, remained rigidly at the present hoping not to incur
any further attention.

The policewoman who had brought Stewart to the room was interested in hearing
about life in the male correctional centre and the sergeant was happy to answer
her questions. Almost all the staff were female, as this was considered more
effective in bringing the male prisoners into line. It also seemed that the
regime was even more strict and regimented than the one in the female centre
with much more emphasis on military style dress and disciplines. The prisoners
were under constant supervision or surveillance by the uniformed guards. A far
greater degree of punishment infliction was allowed by individual wardresses and
policewomen.  Miss Spencer had already graduated to being cleared to administer
the cane, albeit in small doses, so the level of job satisfaction was felt to be
higher. The one downside was the constant exposure to the less attractive male
bodies but the expectation that the male body should be treated with the utmost
severity helped to overcome any distaste felt by the young ladies who worked
there. "It was," said the sergeant,"a most satisfactory sight to see a group of
adult males reduced to quivering schoolboys when a girl, such as Miss Spencer,
scarcely out of school herself, entered a room."  

When asked how she reacted to the very necessary tasks of handling naked males
Miss Spencer smiled broadly and said that once she had been taught where all the
most sensitive points were on the male and given the authority to punish them it
had all been plain sailing.

"Believe me," she added, "once you have reduced one male to abject fear, it
really is easy-peasy with the rest."

The sergeant reminded her not to forget what she called the "side benefits" and
Miss Spencer blushed deeply.

"I can well imagine what the lesbian wardresses get up to in this
establishment," commented the sergeant,  " but,  as nearly all our staff in the
Male Centre are heterosexual by nature, the facility of picking out a male
prisoner to be used as you wish can be¡­well¡­rather relaxing to say the least."

 "I accept that the requirements of the Wardresses can be regarded as a form of
discipline in themselves," she continued," and I wouldn't criticise the system
that orders one of your straight female prisoners to perform a personal service
on a  wardress. The less the prisoner enjoys the event, the better it will be
for teaching her total obedience. It might prove useful to Miss Spencer's
training for her to be allocated a female prisoner tonight. Perhaps I should
mention that Miss Spencer's recent application of the cane was to a young male
prisoner who failed to follow her exact orders in her apartment one night. I
hear however, " she added with a smile at her young colleague," that he obeyed
your orders to the letter once you had striped his backside a few times!"

The young policewoman was still blushing and smiling when the Centre Sergeant
entered the room.

The Sergeant was carrying a stout, heavy tawse in her right hand. She quickly
transferred it to the other hand as she went through the formalities of an
introduction to the other policewomen and shook their hands. Having totally
ignored Stewart she then proceeded to talk about him without even a glance in
his direction. She was quick to explain her reason for turning up.

"It's not totally unheard of for us to be sent male prisoners here," she
explained, " but it's pretty rare. This wretch had given the escorting
policewomen a fair amount of hassle as they delivered him but I couldn¡¯t allow
them to work off their anger on him as he hadn't received his initial medical
examination. I did, however, promise to keep a punishment on account as it were
and this would now seem to be the ideal opportunity to carry that out. As one of
his problems seemed to be getting his legs in the way all the time, I promised
that I would give him a sound thigh strapping. Naturally I bow to the vastly
superior knowledge that you visitors have on punishing males so any ideas would
be most acceptable."

The visiting sergeant agreed and said that a punishment would certainly put the
prisoner in the right frame of mind for when they took the sample but first they
would have to deal with the offence of the soiled underpants. Back in her centre
this was a routine event and usually the electric prodder would be used on him.
If there were no objections she would deal with him right away, assisted by her
junior.

Having reached an agreement Sergeant Walker stood in front of the male prisoner
and, staring him in the eyes, announced that he would receive ten shocks for the
offence of soiled underpants. He would not be secured and would simply have to
take what was given to him without undue fuss or any attempt to avoid the
inflictions. As she spoke her junior donned a pair of surgical gloves, produced
a tube of some sort of jelly like substance and moved to a position behind him.
As the young girl started to rub the jelly into his buttock crease the sergeant
explained that they had found how a generous application of this substance
greatly increased the conductivity of the electric shock.  The young wardress
ordered him to bend over, spread his legs and grab his ankles. The slippery
gloved fingers pressed against his exposed anus and then two of the digits
penetrated to lubricate the lower rectum. Next they gently oiled his scrotum and
finally, having applied more jelly, reached between his parted legs, grasped his
penis and having pulled the foreskin well back, rubbed the sticky cream all over
his glans.

Not suprisingly, when he was again ordered to his feet to stand naked in front
of the four women, his penis was fully erect and even twitching. Sergeant Walker
moved so that she was standing an arm's length in front of him, unclipped the
prodder from her belt, adjusted the battery pack and placed the shiny metal tip
on top of the exposed glans. She then gently pressed down against the upward
spring of the organ and pressed the button. An almost inaudible click was heard
and Stewart leaped almost six inches off the floor as a sudden jab of pain hit
him. With the good sense he was rapidly developing he was soon back in position.

"One." Said the sergeant almost to herself.

Next the tip was placed between his dangling testicles so that it lifted up the
scrotum and nestled between the bulbs¡­and the button pressed. This time it felt
to Stewart that both testicles had been hit with the tip of a very thin whip and
he sagged with knees splaying as he fought for control.

That was when the button was pressed yet again, and another savage jolt hit
them.

"Three¡­ Face away from me and bend over." she ordered. "Legs apart, rest your
hands on your knees, now squat slightly." Stewart was not in the least surprised
to feel the cold prodder tip nestle between his buttock cheeks, just above his
anus. The sergeant inflicted a jolt, moved the tip to below his anus and gave
him another before he could fully regain his position. Next she placed the tip
between his dangling testicles, lifted the tip so that it pressed against his
body and¡­Whap!

The tip was then placed against the exposed glans of his penis right pressing
against the opening of his urethra. There was a seconds pause and yet another
searing jab was inflicted.

"Seven¡­just three to go." Intoned the wardress.

Back in position Stewart felt the prodder press against his anus, turn slightly
and thanks to the jelly substance, slip slightly into the orifice. Desperately
he grasped his knees as the probe entered and his sphincter clutched it in a
pathetic attempt to prevent its ingress. It was during an involuntary
contraction that the button was pressed. He leapt up and forwards in a sad
imitation of a startled frog, much to the amusement of the wardresses.

He was then ordered to the present, the females, with the exception of Sergeant
Walker were still laughing at his reaction. 

Slowly the tip was pressed against the outside of his right testicle for the
ninth jolt and then the left for the tenth and final one.

" You have obviously succeeded in teaching him some self control." Remarked
Sergeant Walker as she clipped the prodder back on her belt. " It takes us
several days to get them able to accept this sort of discipline without too much
fuss. If you would care to get the other punishment over we can then start on
the sample collection."

As she spoke the Centre Sergeant was slipping off her uniform jacket and rolling
up her sleeves. She carefully placed the equipment on the floor and, still
wearing her hat,  ordered Stewart to lie face down along the steel bench with
his legs together, head between the uprights and hands gripping the far edge.  

" I will give him the first four across the backs of his legs." She announced.

Slowly she lifted the tawse over her right shoulder and brought it slashing down
over the very tops of his thighs with a loud "Whaap". The force of the blow
drove Stewart's thighs on to the unyielding cold steel surface. Scarcely had he
recovered his breath when the second lash fell slightly lower so that it
overlapped the bottom of the first red weal. The next two strokes fell at ten
second intervals and moved the red swathe inexorably down his thighs towards the
back of his knees.

Without allowing any respite, the Sergeant ordered him over onto his back.
Without being asked Sergeant Walker moved to the far side of the table, reached
over and, cupping Stewart's genitalia, pulled them up towards his stomach
allowing the upper front thighs to be strapped . 

Stewart looked up at the Centre Sergeant as she hefted the strap over her right
shoulder. She was of a slim build but the position pulled the uniform shirt
tightly over her small breasts and revealed the pointed nubs of her erect
nipples. Already her efforts were producing damp patches of sweat under her
armpits and from the look of concentration on her face, much more would be
produced before the punishment was over.

"Whaap" and the next stroke was brought down across his proffered thighs. The
strap was immediately raised and the second, third and fourth brought whistling
down. Each time the Sergeant grunted with the effort and her small white teeth
were bared just as the tawse started its downward flail. Somehow Stewart managed
to remain in position as the pain built up and only flinched slightly as he saw
each swathe of pain approaching.

"Now for your inner thighs boy. Lay on your left side, lift your right knee up
into your chest".She than ran her hand up and down the exposed soft skin
assessing it's sensitivity, pushing and lifting his dangling scrotum clear of
the target area. There was a brief pause, a grunt of effort and then the
sickening "Swaap" followed by the agonising pain of a weal on the tenderest of
flesh at the top of his left leg. 

Stewart meant to remain still and compliant, he tried his hardest, but
instinctively his right leg shot down to protect his seared inner thigh.
Immediately the policewomen leapt on his body with their full weight, pulled his
leg back up and pressed it to the table, held his left leg fully extended and
the other three lashes were laid on with renewed efforts.

"It's amazing how sensitive the female prisoners are in this area". Commented
the Centre Sergeant. "Even when they have been here for months and are really
hardened to even the cane across their backsides, a few flicks here and they
really crack up. Would you ladies mind turning the wretch and holding him for
the last four on the other leg please?

Stewart's shaking body was manhandled into the required position. He was aware
of a firm pair of hands pulling at his right ankle to keep it straight; a heavy
body sitting on his left shoulder keeping his right pinned to the steel top and
a heavy firm pair of uniformed breasts pressing into his doubled up left knee
and thigh pressing it to the metal surface. One of the female guards grasped his
testicles in a firm, uncomfortable grip to keep them clear of the descending
leather tawse.

And descend it did. Four fully laid on strokes across the soft inner thigh. The
sergeant managed to angle the strokes slightly to cover even more area with the
tips wrapping cruelly round over the existing weals on the front of the punished
leg. Suddenly the female weight was removed and he was told to stand at
attention next to the table. Fighting against the pain and the searing
contractions of the punished areas he stood as ordered, awaiting the next order.

"Ma'am," enquired the young cadet wardress politely, "May I ask what the
function of this table is?"

The Centre Sergeant was happy to oblige.

It seemed that several members of staff had complained of the difficulty in
carrying out certain examinations and procedures to the "rear ends" of the less
obedient female prisoners. One wardress, who owned a large Alsation bitch,
noticed how she was handled during a visit to the veterinary surgeons. The dog
was unceremoniously lifted up on to a freshly wiped steel slab, her head and
neck were secured in a collar held between two posts and her "Rear end" and
underside were fully available to the animal doctor. The design was modified for
human securing and the device constructed by a specialist firm. With the hands
being secured to the posts, level with the head and the straps applied round the
spread knees and lower ankles the body was held parallel to the table with the
breasts hanging down and the buttocks shamelessly thrust back to fully expose
the crotch.

It was still on trial but had been received enthusiastically by the staff.
Naturally, no one had thought to ask the prisoners for their views!

Sergeant Walker moved to a position in front of Stewart. Suddenly her right hand
slapped his face, first with the palm and then with the back across his right
cheek. Considerable effort was put into the slaps and Stewart was almost knocked
off his feet and left with his face burning and ears ringing.

" We now have to take a sample from you for DNA analysis". She snapped. " This
will have to be in the form of semen, but believe me, my assistant and I will do
everything we can to ensure that the procedure is as unpleasant as possible.
Mount the table boy!"

Stewart scrambled on to the cold hard surface and knelt as directed. Miss
Spencer rapidly secured his knees and ankles wide and tight and then fastened
the broad dog collar tightly round his neck. This was fastened into position
between the two uprights. A leather headband was then tightened around his
forehead and secured to the posts so that his head was forced up and his face
was inclined at forty-five degrees to the table surface. Finally his hands were
cuffed and clipped either side of his head leaving him an almost "doggy begging"
position . Behind him he could hear the sound of latex gloves being slipped over
female fingers but was still surprised when Miss Spencer suddenly reached
between his legs and grabbed his dangling, partly erect penis with her left
hand. She leant her young chest against his haunches as her right hand came
round his right thigh and proceeded to swab his genitals with a wet coarse piece
of cloth. The cloth scraped and rubbed his exposed glans and he could smell the
strong antiseptic even before its astringent properties stung his exposed skin.
Even the young girls vigorous cleaning of his hanging scrotum failed to prevent
the hardening of his sore member as he was prepared for extraction. As the
antiseptic evaporated she reached round him again and pulled a thin condom over
the glans and pulled it tight in towards his body.

The Sergeant explained to the other wardresses that three samples would be
needed. The first would be taken by conventional means and asked for a
volunteer. The black policewoman immediately offered herself explaining that her
experience at extractions was rather limited.

"Not a problem." Replied the visiting sergeant. The secret is to make it fast
and firm so that the result is achieved quickly and with the minimum of pleasure
for the prisoner. You will need to wear these." She said producing a pair of
heavily ridged rubber gloves.

The red gloves were swiftly donned and on the instructions of the sergeant the
policewoman knelt behind Stewart on the table with her legs between his and with
her right hand reaching round his thigh to firmly grasp his penis. Her left hand
and arm rested across the small of his back. On the command "Commence" the
policewoman began an almost frantic rubbing with the hard ridges of the gripping
glove up and down the entire length of his organ at some speed.

Stewart groaned with the pain from his sore flesh, especially the tender glans
that was only protected by the thin latex of the condom. Even so, the violent
masturbation kept his member fully erect and responsive. The other three females
crouched down to observe the telltale end of the condom for a result as the
abuse continued with the policewoman now grunting with the effort.

No one had bothered to time the event. To the subject it felt like only seconds
before the surge started and with a groan of pain, pleasure and self-disgust he
ejaculated. Still the manual rubbing continued and soon, pain and a dull aching
in the testicles replaced the short-lived high of sensation. Even when the young
wardress commented on seeing the "result" the pumping continued and Stewart
thought that it would never end.

With a word of thanks from the sergeant, the black policewoman eventually
stopped the procedure and she climbed off Stewart and down to the floor. A five
minute wait was ordered for "dribbling" and then the condom was pulled off the
flaccid throbbing penis by the gloved hands of Miss Spencer who quickly
transferred to gooey contents to a sample bottle.

"Right Stewart, you will now have ten minutes recovery before the next
extraction. Miss Spencer will keep you company whilst the rest of us take a
toilet break." said the sergeant as she led the others out.

Miss Spencer slowly walked around the secured male prisoner and stopped at the
top of the table looking at his face. She leaned forward until her nose was
almost touching his and he could feel her cool breath on his cheeks.

" I can't believe how easy you have had things in this Centre Stewart. Where I
work you would been flayed for the attitude you have displayed towards the
staff¡­ never mind having a few stings with the prodder and a couple of slaps
across the legs. I only hope that I can get you transferred to my Centre for
some real discipline. Meanwhile," she continued," I now have to prepare you for
the second extraction, however a disgusting job that might be. The Sergeant
insists that you be fully erect so lets see what we can do about that ."

She moved to the rear and suddenly, a gloved hand brushed under his hanging
scrotum and gripped his flaccid penis. The foreskin had been pulled over the
glans by the removal of the condom. The young wardress slowly pulled it fully
back and started to gently squeeze and roll the limp knob between her gloved
fingers. Meanwhile the digit finger on her left hand traced a soft line up and
down his anal cleft. Within seconds the response started and the organ started
to swell. Swiftly she released her grip, moved to the head of the table and
climbed up. She then stood, legs astride the posts that secured Stewart's head
and slowly sank to her knees in a squatting position so that her splayed knees
were level with his ears and he was forced to look between them.
Her voice now came from above him, full of both authority and menace.

"Take a good look Boy. In my Centre I can call on any male prisoner to supply,
shall we say, personal service to me. You can probably guess what that entails.
I believe in total and absolute obedience so I never hesitate to discipline any
tardiness or failure to provide¡­satisfactory service."

Stewart stared at the stockinged legs, the plump white thighs with their
suspender straps pulled tight and finally at the white pantied crotch. The
swelling of the pudenda, the stray dark pubic hairs that strayed out of the
sides of the tight white cotton gusset, the yellowish stain at the centre and
sensed the musky female scent.

"You heard earlier that I had to cane a male prisoner the other day. It was his
first time serving a policewoman and unfortunately for him I had just come from
a hard session in the gym without showering. He seemed to think that he had some
sort of choice about what he did or did not do. He actually suggested that I
should have a bath before I had him carry out his service. I didn't waste time
lecturing him on how he would do as I ordered no matter how unpleasant he might
consider the work. I simply laid into his hide with my cane".

"Unfortunately they only issue me with a light weight one and I have to limit
the strokes to just six, but as you can imagine, if they are laid on good and
tight over just an inch or so of buttocks¡­it becomes difficult to count how
many there have been laid on with any degree of certainty. As a wardresses word
is always accepted he sensibly decided not to complain. Anyway by the time I let
him leave the room he probably felt that the worst was¡­so to speak, behind
him."

"It was amazing how just a few strokes changed his attitude. Believe me,
Stewart. After the caning he was happy to lick anything and everything I
wanted¡­without hesitation."

At this she slowly spread her plump young thighs as wide as she could and eased
herself forward until Stewart's restrained face was almost touching the
stretched cloth of her panties. 

Suddenly, at the sound of the returning staff members, Miss Spencer stood
upright and was looking down at the prisoner when they entered the room.

"Excellent work Miss Spencer," remarked Sergeant Walker donning a pair of
surgical gloves, "I see that he is fully ready for the next procedure."

The equipment box was placed on the table in front of Stewart, the lid opened
and the equipment was lifted out. It consisted of a black metal box with suction
pads that fixed it firmly to the table under the prisoner's groin. From that a
long flexible stainless steel tube with a small egg shaped end protruded. This
was bent so that it rested between Stewart's anal cheeks. Next a suction
receptor the shape and size of a large egg was pulled apart, then closed and
locked around the dangling scrotum so that it gripped firmly around his
testicles. A quarter inch by ten inches long plastic tube was torn from a
sterile pack. Sergeant Walker grasped the prisoner's penis pulled it towards her
and started pushing the end firmly into his urethra. Stewart struggled against
the soreness and pain as the tube was thrust home. The design of the table
ensured that this was of little inconvenience to the wardress. Even so, she gave
him a sharp slap across his right buttock as she completed the insertion
shouting in his ear to keep still. Finally a rubber cuff like device was fitted
around his penis and held in place by a thin strap that fastened over his waist.

"If this device reminds you of the milking machine for cows it's not
surprising," explained Sergeant Walker, " The one over his penis squeezes and
sucks and the ones gripping his balls inflate internally with less pleasant
sensations. The intention, as always is to achieve a sample but with the minimum
of pleasure for the subject."

With that she uttered one word: "Pleasure" as she pressed on the test control
button. Stewart shuddered with sexual thrill as the suction and squeezing
stimulated his very being.

And the she said the word: "Pain" as she pressed the other test button. The
sudden inflation of the testicle cup caught him by surprise as the sensitive
bulbs were squeezed, causing him to yelp in pain.

"The main advantage of this equipment is that it milks the male prisoners
without any effort and very little pleasure on their part. We now require two
separate extractions and I anticipate that the first will be achieved with ease
but the second will take some time. Miss Spencer will now fit the first condom
to the tube and standby to change it after the first result."

Swiftly the young wardress clipped a condom to the dangling tube taking care to
give it a sharp upward push that caused Stewart to flinch against his securing
straps.

The sergeant made adjustments to the control box, pressed the start switch and
with a low pumping sound, the milking commenced.

Otherwise the room was silent¡­until Stewart's sharp intakes of breath became
louder as the intensity of the stimulation increased. True to the sergeant's
promise, every twenty seconds the testicle grip provided a sharp lesson to the
subject that caused him to gasp in pain rather than pleasure.

It took nearly four minutes for the first result. Stewart felt the surge
building and let it swell to an orgasmic eruption that even a sharp squeeze to
his testicles could not stop.

" Well, as I predicted, the second extraction has taken place." Commented
Sergeant Walker. "We will wait two minutes to collect the result and then the
long haul of waiting for the third extraction can commence. The male prisoners
usually regard this more as a punishment than a pleasure as the pumping and
sucking will continue and cause considerable discomfort to his genitals."

The condom was replaced and the process did indeed continue. The staff members
chatted idly amongst themselves as to the different ways that a male had to be
treated compared to a female prisoner. The Centre Sergeant policewoman, having
ascertained that the two visitors would be staying the night, suggested that
Miss Spencer should take the opportunity of having one or perhaps two of the
females to attend to her after dinner. She should, after all, take every
opportunity to gain experience wherever she could and first hand practice at
dealing with females would beat any reading she carried out from the training
manuals.
At this her young face positively glowed. She asked if she could select the
prisoners but was told that she could certainly specify what she would like but
that it would be up to the Centre Sergeant to make the selection.

At that juncture they turned their attentions back to their subject.

Stewart was groaning quietly to himself as the constant sucking and squeezing of
his sore genitalia continued. He was as far away from a third orgasm as he could
possibly be,¡­ or so he thought. Then the egg shaped device on the flexible
shaft was lubricated and the Sergeant positioned it against his anus.  With a
firm push, she forced it into his rectum. She carefully positioned it, watching
the expression on his face until it was obviously in contact with his prostate
gland and then stood back.

"Prostate stimulation can achieve the result we require with a minimum of
pleasure for the prisoner." She intoned. " When I switch on he will feel not
only a gentle pulsing but also a regular stinging sensation. All we need now is
a little visual stimulation, Miss Spencer if you please."

The young policewoman walked over to the door and opened it. Waiting outside was
one of the female prisoners that the sergeant had chosen at random when she took
a break.
The girl was brought to stand before Stewart.

She was in her early twenties, tall and slim with pronounced breasts thrusting
at her uniform shirtfront. Her hair was fair and pulled back into a ponytail.  
Her pretty young face was a confused mask of surprise, apprehension , fear and
curiosity as she stared at the male prisoner on the steel table.

The centre sergeant spoke:

"This male prisoner is undergoing a medical procedure that requires sperm
samples to be taken. It will be necessary for you to provide some visual
stimulation to ensure that he orgasms. You will do exactly as we tell you
without question, otherwise you will find yourself up on the table after we have
finished with him, is that understood?"

"Y..yes Miss." Replied the girl  hesitatingly. 

"Good, then remove your tie and shirt."

Slowly and nervously the girl unknotted her tie placing it on an adjacent stool
then unbuttoned her shirt slipping it down over her shoulders. She was wearing
the regulation three-quarter cup white bra. Her firm breasts swelled over the
tops of each undersized cup. As she followed orders and stood at the present her
tufts of fair underarm hair came into view and the breasts were forced even more
into the restraining material.

"Miss Spencer, please excite the prisoners nipples."
Smiling, the young female stood behind the female prisoner, reached round and
with the fingers of each hand started to locate both nipples through the cotton
bra. As soon as she had located them she started a non-too gentle rolling and
squeezing between her finger and thumb tips Suddenly she viciously squeezed them
both making the girl gasp and bend at the knees. At this point she released her
grip and stood at the side.

"Now remove your brassiere and resume the "present" position." Continued the
sergeant.

Trembling, the girl reached behind her, unhooked the prison bra and slipped it
down over her arms. As she placed her hands behind her head and thrust her
elbows back her naked breasts were fully displayed.  They quivered as she
snapped into the obligatory position. They appeared firm and heavy though not
over-large. Each stood proudly away from the rib cage and the large swollen pink
aerolea projected a reddened inflamed and sore nipple upwards and outwards.

"A little more nipple stimulation if you please Miss Spencer."

The policewoman stood behind the girl with her own breasts forced into the
prisoners back, reached round and grasped the nipples squeezing them into the
resilient breasts. The girl grimaced exposing her even white teeth as her lips
were pulled back. A soft groan escaped from the clenched jaws. The tips of each
nipple were visible as the fingers gripped the tender aerola on each breast. The
cruel fingers and thumbs rolled and squeezed, rolled and squeezed for a full
minute before releasing their grip. The girl was left shaking and scarcely able
to hold her position¡­but somehow she did.

"It is unfortunate for you, girl, that you happened to be around when I was
looking for someone to help out." Said the sergeant in a bored voice."You see,
this prisoner, like most males, is turned on by the sight of a naked female
being punished. I can assure you that there is nothing personal in this, the
sooner he provides a result, the sooner you can leave."

"Remove your uniform skirt."

Quickly, the girl removed her skirt, folded it and placed it on the stool.
Without waiting she snapped back to the "present". Stewart stared at her long
splayed legs and the stretched crotch of the white regulation panties. Her white
suspender belt was stretched taught by the supporting straps reaching down to
the tops of the uniform stockings.

"Turn around, bend over, legs wide apart and grasp your ankles."

Despite the continuing sucking, squeezing and stinging of the milking machine,
Stewart felt the return of his natural urges and the swelling of his organ. The
girl victim displayed her stockinged legs and the white panties that were firmly
wedged into her buttock crease. Criss crossing the white flesh of her buttocks
were the bruise lines of a recent beating.

Observing Stewart's renewed interest , Sergeant Walker told the girl to remove
her panties and climb up on to the table. She was told to kneel on the ledge in
front of the males tethered head with her back to him. She then had to spread
her legs, and shuffle rearwards on the cold stainless steel until her crotch
made contact with Stewart's face.

Stewart could hear her sobs of humiliation but was now fully engrossed in
absorbing every detail of the shamelessly displayed crotch. The light downy
pubic hair around the puckered pink anus. The thicker hair beneath it. The
spread vulva with the slightly protruding inner vaginal lips and the scent of
sweat, anal musk and vaginal pheromones. Suddenly, gasping, the third and final
ejaculation was achieved from the shaking and trembling male. 

It took a full ten minutes to wrap up the event. The female prisoner was allowed
to dress and leave and the condom contents were consigned to the sample jar. The
tube was snatched from his urethra, the anal probe was pulled out and
eventually, stiff, shaking and exhausted he climbed down from the cruel
contraption and table. His penis throbbed, and his testicles ached . He had
never felt so worthless and humiliated in his entire life. 

As he marched stiffly from the room, his only consolation was that no one had
mentioned any transfer to the male correctional centre. The thought of being in
the hands of those bitches on a permanent basis made him shudder.

To be continued.

Chapter 27.

Both Stewart and the other prisoner, Carstairs, were totally mystified as to why
they were required in Punishment room 4.  They discussed several possible
reasons and found none of them pleasant. As they approached the building that
held the punishment room they ran into other prisoners who had been detailed for
the same duty. By the time they were assembled in a line outside the entrance
door their numbers had swollen to 12. 11 of which were female.

Following a wait of some minutes a senior wardress came out into the corridor
and ordered them inside. They were told to line up with their backs against the
far wall so that they faced the assembled group of wardresses. The two groups
were separated by some of the room's equipment and stands. In front of the
wardresses, who were seated in comfortable chairs that had been brought in for
the occasion, was a shortish, well-built woman of about 30 years. She was not
unattractive. She had long dark hair to her shoulders and wore a white shirt
tucked into a pair of trousers cut to resemble riding jodhpurs. Next to her was
a large table covered with what seemed to be disciplinary equipment.

All the wardresses were still in their uniforms but from their general air and
flushed faces it was obvious that they had been drinking heavily with their
evening meal. The senior wardress who was obviously in charge, moved forward to
make an announcement:

"For the benefit of the prisoners who have just arrived, Miss Finch here is from
the sales department of one of the firms that produce disciplinary equipment to
Centres such as this. She is here tonight to show the staff the latest
developments in her firm's products. On the offchance that she needs a
demonstration subject I have ordered that your group be present. You may take a
seat."

As one, the twelve sank down and perched themselves on a long low bench that ran
the length of the wall. As it was only a foot or so off the ground this caused
some discomfort and left their knees higher than their backsides. Stewart
noticed that the young male trainee warder Billington was in the group of staff.
He was taking the in the view, as the females tried to find a comfortable yet
modest position that did not display their panties to him.

Miss Finch started her lecture:

"The first items I would like to deal with are those of the uniforms. We have
heard from several ladies of the difficulties in complying with the rules that
formal punishments should be inflicted with the wardress's breasts displayed. We
would all agree as to the benefit of the prisoner being fully aware of the
essential femininity of the discipline but at the same time accept that the
larger breasted wardresses may suffer some discomfort during a well applied
thrashing. This brassiere may provide a solution in that it will support the
breasts but leave most of breast exposed."
 

She opened a package and produced a large white brassiere with heavy supporting
straps but with small quarter sized cups. She proceeded to turn the bra inside
out to reveal plastic supports sewn into the undercups. The item was passed from
person to person with Billington accepting it for examination with a blush.

In response to several questions about the degree of support it provided, Miss
Finch 
Said that he had several sizes and would one of the wardresses care to assess
the garment for herself? A tall blonde haired senior wardress stepped forward
and, selecting her size, calmly slipped off her uniform shirt and tie. At Miss
Finch's suggestion she walked over to one of the whipping stools where a
headless dummy  made out of padding and a covered in a sturdy material had been
strapped down. This was clearly a much-used training device and great lengths
had been taken to ensure an anatomically correct shape, especially round the
hindquarters. Incongruously a bra and panties adorned the training aid.

Having selected a cane from the rack she laid on half a dozen vicious strokes
across the panty clad buttocks to assess the support offered by her regulation
bra. She then casually removed it so that her large firm breasts were naked.
Again she thrashed the inanimate dummy and not surprisingly, the large breasts
could be seen to swing and judder in response. 

Having donned the new bra she thoughtfully shook her shoulders and swung her
torso around a little to assess the support. Both breasts were certainly lifted
high on her chest and made her exposed nipples, to Stewart, look even more
provocative. Finally she grasped the cane and delivered a further six slashes
across the padded dummy. Seemingly pleased with the support she experimentally
cupped her breasts in her hands and shook them slightly and said that if Miss
Finch had no objections she would wear the garment for a while to assess the fit
and comfort before placing an order. She then, unselfconsciously, resumed her
seat amongst the staff.

Miss Finch then produced two small stainless steel devices.

"Whilst on the subject of breasts, we have just had these nipple clamps approved
for general use. You will see that they have roughened surfaces on the inside of
the grippers, are large enough to cover even the largest teat and, although
weighing little in themselves, have attachment points to take the set of weights
that we include with the package. May we have a volunteer please from the
prisoners?"

The senior wardress said that they had the ideal candidate in Carstairs,
explaining that she used to be an underwear model. On the orders of the
wardress, the hapless girl marched forward, stripped to the waist and assumed
the present position in front of both staff and prisoners. Stewart had seen her
breasts before but, even so he was immediately taken by their size and yet firm
pertness. The nipples and swollen aureole were a soft vulnerable pink as they
waited for the ministrations of the saleslady. She was taller than the saleslady
and stood with her head well back and her long ponytail rustling against her
shoulder blades as she waited.

Miss Finch continued:

"Previous products of this type have suffered from either having too fierce a
grip for sustained use, or too gentle a grip leading to sliding off when the
girl gets sweaty or exercises. I think that I will be able to demonstrate that
these grip and stay in position. The strength of the grip can be adjusted to
match the thickness of the nipple at the discretion of the wardress." At this, a
little snigger of amusement ran round the staff members.

The devices were adjusted and then Miss Finch grasped the girl's left breast by
the underside. She squeezed the breast to force the nipple forward and applied
the clamp. Carstairs responded with an audible gasp. Son, the other nipple was
clamped and, with a glance at the clock, she was told to stand on display at the
back of the display area. She took up her position. Stipped naked to the waist
dressed in just her short skirt and stockings, she spread in the present
position. Her elbows were well back and her face already showed the strain
caused by the shiny metal clamps on her sensitive breasts. Her eyes were screwed
up and her teeth bared as she waited desperately for the release. And waited¡­.

Moving on, Miss Finch produced what appeared to be a cotton strap.

" Here ladies is the latest version of the modesty strap. I don't have to remind
you that the female prisoners have to wear one of these to ensure their decency
during punishments with members of the public present. The present strap has
long been felt to be more in the form of a pair of panties rather that the
absolute minimum that it should be. We have therefore produced this strap and
have just received approval for its use. You will see that the waist strap is
virtually only a thin cord and the crotch strap that it holds in place is very
much reduced in size. It is now one inch at the front reducing again to a
quarter of an inch as it passes over the perineum. We have also stiffened the
material to ensure that it doesn't simply slide up into the vulva. Additionally,
we have located these probes that will penetrate the anus and the vaginal
opening to keep the strap in the correct position during movement.
Unfortunately, I hear that the stiffening and the locators have made the garment
rather uncomfortable to wear for any length of time¡­but one can't have a
article of prison clothing regarded as a fashion statement by the prisoners!" 

This remark was greeted with another titter of giggling by the staff as the
senior wardress called a thirty-year old dark haired prisoner to the front. She
was slightly plump with her hair in a bun. She wore round metal-framed glasses
that gave the impression of having been a librarian or held some other dull
position prior to her imprisonment.

"Congratulations girl, you can be our model for the evening. Strip completely".

Nervously and clearly embarrassed, the woman removed her tie, shirt and skirt.
Next she unhitched the suspender belt and removed her stockings from her heavy
legs. After a final pleading look at the audience she removed her bra and
panties and stood, naked at the present. Her underarm hair was short and stubbly
but the hair around her crotch was thicker helping to provide some degree of
concealment. She had small drooping breasts and looked thoroughly out of
condition.

Miss Finch handed her the garment and as the woman pulled it up to her crotch,
knelt down so that she could assist the three-inch long and quarter an inch wide
plastic probes to engage, first into the anus and then the vulva. Finally the
girl stood, awaiting her next order. 

Miss Finch started the demonstration by having her run on the spot with legs
raised to almost waist height. Following a few minutes of this, the prisoner was
ordered to climb onto a steel topped table and then squat down. This position
forced her crotch to be fully displayed. Her labia were slightly parted and
nestled either side of the stiff strip of the new strap. To say that the garment
offered any privacy or modesty to the girl was absurd. Even though her clitoris
was covered, the pink inner lips were clearly visible either side and lower
down, the puckered rim of her anus was clearly visible with only the actual
opening covered.

The girl was left in position whilst several of the staff casually wandered
around her assessing the item of uniform clothing. More than one tugged and
pulled so that it's ability to remain centrally fixed in her crotch could be
judged. During this time Miss Finch removed two small weights from the nipple
clamp package and, standing in front of the prisoner modelling the clamps,
fastened them both to the clamp rings releasing them suddenly so that the
nipples took the full weight.

"As you can see, I have now attached 4 ounce weights to the clamps." Remarked
the saleslady." From the look on Carstairs face these seem to have greatly
increased to effect on her nipples. Even though the discomfort is causing her to
sweat somewhat, the grip of the nipples is still firm. The other weights will be
added in a few minutes but right now I would like to draw your attention to this
device that is designed for male inspections."

She produced what looked like large steel barbecue tongs. 

"I'm sure that I don't have to emphasise the generally disgusting duties that
your counterparts in male correctional facilities have to tolerate when it comes
to inspecting their male prisoners. I appreciate that you only have one of them
here, but this little device may be very useful in ensuring that he is fully
inspected with the least amount of contact. Stewart¡­strip completely and come
over here."

Stewart stripped and left his clothes and trainers on the bench with the seated
prisoners. He marched to a position in front of Miss Finch and snapped to the
present position. Nervously eyeing the cruel looking device in her right hand.

" You will see that the handles that I grip with are rubber coated so that even
in damp conditions the wardress is able to maintain a firm hold. At the prisoner
end of the grip the steel prongs have been specially roughened to ensure a firm
grip is achieved, again, even in wet conditions. Would one of you like to try
this out?"

A tall attractive senior wardress that Stewart had not seen before stood up and
moved into position at his side. She was in her late twenties with long blonde
hair. The starched formality of her shirt could not entirely cover up the
pronounced outline of her breasts as she gripped the prongs with her right hand.
Stewart had a few seconds to notice her well-manicured fingernails and their
bright red varnish that seemed at odds with someone who was clearly dedicated to
disciplinary rather than feminine pursuits.

Under the guidance of Miss Finch she gripped his covered glans firmly between
the jaws. Stewart concentrated as best he could on remaining flaccid but already
his penis was reacting to the metallic grip. With a sudden flick of her wrist
she slid the jaws towards his body, jerking his foreskin clear of the head.
Releasing the grip then re-applying it to the retracted skin, she forced the
foreskin fully back from the glans. A cold draught blew gently across his
exposed knob as it was twisted in all directions to be examined under the rim. 

Again, under Miss Finch's instructions the now erect penis was released and the
tongs moved to underneath his scrotal sac.

" The device is a little too insensitive to carry out a full scrotal
examination.," intoned Miss Finch, "But it can certainly be used to carry out a
cursory inspection for, say, cleanliness¡­and let's face it ladies¡­when you
have a whole group of these prisoners to inspect anything that reduces the level
of disgust for you must be worth having".

The serrated tip of the tongs gripped a loose fold of scrotal flesh and
stretched it well to one side. Stewart fought the instinctive reaction to ease
the grip by moving his hips towards the tongs, instead he braced against the
pain. Suddenly, the wardress shook her hand. The movement was magnified and
transmitted through the tongs to the streched scrotum so that the testes were
uncomfortably shaken. 

Miss Finch took the appliance back and brusquely showed the ladies how the grip
could be applied from the front. With the tips gripping behind the glans to act
as an effective device to pull, she lead Stewart round her in a circle.

Three of the wardresses came forward to try the tongs. Each spent a couple of
minutes trying various grips on Stewart's genitalia, the penis of which was now
fully erect.All  their attempts to grip him were succesful and rather painful.
Eventually they were satisfied and he was dismissed to resume his place with the
female prisoners. The female displaying the modesty belt was ordered to change
position so that she was on all fours, knees spread and  head well down with her
back to the audience. Carstairs was called forward to stand close to the
wardresses.

Miss Finch selected two more weights from the box, clipped them to the nipple
clamps and released them suddenly so that their full weight pulled the swollen
nipples well down on her chest.

"The prisoner now has 12 ounces attached to each clamp," commented Miss Finch,
"you will note, ladies, that even though this distends the nipples considerably,
the grip is still maintained.  I always regard this type of discipline as a form
of female "dressage" and provides excellent training in obedience and
withstanding discomfort. I would normally recommend that the clamps be applied
for 20 minutes followed by 10 minutes respite to restore the circulation and
then a further 20 minutes until a total of two hours have elapsed. Each release
does of course result in some discomfort as the circulation returns and the
nipple will be even more sensitive to the following clamping. I understand that
after even an hour the female becomes amazingly obedient. I have seen Centres
where this punishment is invariably combined with horse time which can be
extremely effective.  Needless to say the addition of the weights can add
considerably to the overall discomfort level.

Discomfort, thought Stewart, was not the word he would use. Carstairs upper body
was covered in a sheen of sweat and she trembled slightly as she struggled to
withstand the pain. Her eyes were wide and her lips clenched so that she had to
breathe through her flared nostrils. Her head was well back so that the
pony-tail trailed low on her damp back. He pondered how much longer she would be
made to endure the pain and humiliation. As if in response to his thoughts Miss
Finch removed the weights and unclipped the clamps with a curt order for
Carstairs to remain at the present.

" As we all know, this period of time when the blood flow returns to the
compressed nipples can be most efficacious in assessing the girls obedience in
remaining in position and not trying to rub the areas. You may return to your
seat girl but do not even think of touching your breasts unless you wish to try
the two hour session with these little devices".

Carstairs returned shakily to the bench and sat between Stewart and one of the
females. Stewart could feel the shaking and smell the sweat of the girl as she
tried desperately to absorb the pain of the returning circulation. He sneaked a
sideways glance and could see the cruel imprint of the clamps on the reddened
and sore aerolae. They seemed to be visibly throbbing.

The next item for demonstration was a specially constructed caning device. It
had a leather grip for a handle into which was set a flange that held three long
thin plastic rods parallel to each other and half an inch apart. The rods were
30 inches long and a quarter of an inch thick with rounded ends.

" The effectiveness of the cane in instilling discipline in prisoners is obvious
to everyone in this service," Miss Finch lectured," However, given the strict
rules on not causing any damage can reduce the severity with which the cane is
applied to some prisoners. Trials and experiments with this instrument, which we
have named the "Tri-cane", have shown that it can be laid on with enthusiasm,
causes a suitable level of discomfort and yet even bruising is minimised. I will
demonstrate¡­you girl..come here."

A tall prisoner with long dark hair stepped nervously forward. She was led
across to one of the whipping horses and told to mount it. Her parted knees
rested on padded supports and her body was then bent over a bolster. Quickly,
her wrists were secured and her lower legs strapped  to the knee supports. Her
short skirt was raised and her white regulation panties pulled down to be
stretched between her splayed thighs. Once again the position of the girl
displayed her most intimate parts especially as she was completely shaved.
Remarkably her flesh was clear and unmarked and she had obviously escaped any
recent punishment to that area.

Without any warning Miss Finch suddenly raised the tri-cane and brought it
whistling down across the girls buttocks. Three thin white lines were drawn that
rapidly changed to red. The girl bucked her head and gasped. The cane was then
offered, handle first towards the assembled wardresses.
A short overweight young woman stepped forward slipping off her uniform jacket.
Her ungainly breasts thrust against the front of her shirt pulling the opening
against the buttons. Without a word she raised the rods and then brought them
down with all her force across the tops of the girl's thighs. 

As the wretched girl bucked and sobbed, the staff came forward to examine the
results. The strokes had certainly hurt but the combination of the lightweight
rods and the dispersal of the energy over a larger area of cane had resulted in
only very light weals.
This was clearly a useful item and in their sinking hearts, the prisoners
realised that they would be seeing, and indeed feeling, more of this implement
in the future.

This last display more or less concluded the demonstration. The senior wardress
thanked Miss Finch for her efforts and promised to place an order as soon as
possible. She then suggested that as she was spending a night at the Centre, she
avail herself of a prisoner servant and invited her to make a choice. The
prisoners were ordered to stand at attention and Miss Finch moved slowly down
the line looking them up and down. Each relaxed slightly as she moved past them
in the belief that they would now be safe.

She reached the end and then turned and pointed to Carstairs, still naked to the
waist. 

"I will have that one if I may," she said with a smile.

Carstairs was told to dress. As she pulled the tight bra over her reddened
breasts she gasped with pain. Finally she stood at attention and ready. She was
appreciably taller than her new "owner" and certainly older. Her face was a
picture of abject resignation.

"Report to the Guest quarters now girl and await Miss Finch's arrival." Odered
the senior wardress.

As Carstairs left Miss Finch abruptly called her back. Pointing to the nipple
clamps and weights she said: 

"Don't forget my toys girl, I still have some field trials to carry out before I
leave in the morning!"

To be continued.

Chapter 28.

Stewart spent a restless night. The throbbing weals left on his thighs by the
police sergeant didn't help, making it very difficult to find a comfortable
position in the hard dormitory bed. The night sounds of the room of twelve
prisoners were more of a problem. From the "lights out" he had to lay in
solitude listening to the females settling down to sleep, to say nothing of the
inevitable female scents that wafted past his bed-space.

The total ban that existed on masturbation was repeatedly drummed into them by
the staff. Despite this, the nightly ritual of muffled hand movements, rustling
bedclothes and stifled moans indicated that the sexually frustrated females were
prepared to take the risk of being caught. Their final threshings nearly always
moved the bedclothes, wafting the revealing scents of moist female arousal
around the room. He gently touched his own genitalia but the soreness caused by
the earlier forced milkings, not to mention the gripping and pulling of the
inspection tongs ensured that the contact was only comforting in nature. At
least the staff rarely left him in a state of sexual frustration, however
humiliating and painful their relieving techniques were.

His thoughts turned to Harper. Today was the day when she would be receiving her
breast punishment. He tried to imagine how her breasts would feel if they were
as tenderised as his own thighs but realised that as a mere male the concept was
beyond his comprehension. He was more than aware of how the females were
reacting to the impending event. Each, on hearing that a breast whipping was
about to take place, would give an involuntary shudder of empathy and usually
hug her own mammaries with her hands to comfort herself. Phrases came out such
as: "Well she has asked for it", "It surely can't be that bad" and " At least
it's being given by another woman-she will surely feel some sympathy and go easy
on her". Each statement delivered with less conviction that the previous one.

Eventually he drifted off to a dream that he was the victim of a terrible
administrative error by the wardresses. He was to be whipped himself and had to
be checked by the doctor who ordered his chest to be thoroughly shaved in
preparation. He struggled impotently as he was secured in the breast punishment
frame and Miss James, stripped to the waist, advanced towards him clutching a
long thin cane that she raised above her shoulder and brought it whirring down
across both of his nipples. At the exact microsecond of impact he was jarred
awake by the Centre alarm bells jangling the inmates back into life.

Another day at the Correctional Centre was starting.

The Governess' first appointment of the day was with the saleslady from the firm
that markets the disciplinary equipment. Miss Finch arrived five minutes early
and sat in her crisp business suit awaiting the call into the office. The
previous night she had looked any thing but crisp and business like as she
entertained the selected female prisoner in the visitor quarters. She smiled as
she thought back on the evening. How the rather haughty girl had been a little
reluctant to obey her orders and how the visit from the policewoman and the
application of the guardroom cane had improved her attitude. A secret thrill ran
though her body when she remembered the events of the early morning; the sharp
intake of breath and the facial expression that the girl had made as she forced
her breasts into the too small brassiere as she had been made to dress in front
of her.  Perhaps she had been a little unkind in her long use of the nipple
clamps, but the girl had been one of those stuck-up bra models in her previous
life and needed taking down a peg or two¡­or maybe four or five. 

She was called into the office and was surprised to see that another lady was
present. The Governess introduced her as the Centre doctor and said that she was
on hand to give her professional advice where needed. Sitting back in her chair,
Mrs Gurney then came to the point of the meeting.

"As you probably know, one of the prisoners is scheduled to receive a breast
punishment today. During my hearing of the charges against her I formed the
opinion that she needed to be treated fairly harshly if we are to ever break the
stubborn superiority that she displays. As we all know however, these breast
canings are more feared than really effective; given the control that has to be
exercised over the choice of cane and the force of the strokes to avoid any
damage. What we really need is something that can be laid on with enthusiasm,
frightens the living daylights out of the observers, hurts like hell but causes
no real damage. Can you help?"

"Certainly can Ma'am," responded the saleslady reaching into a voluminous case
at her feet," This is the very latest design of breast flogger, it is on trial
at the moment and would require your regional Inspector's approval for use
today, but it would be well worth the effort."

She produced a fearsome implement. A thick plaited handgrip about six inches
long was attached to several long thongs about two feet long. On closer
examination the nine thongs were made of supple rubber with each a different
length so that on impact they would be fully splayed and cover and area around
six inches in diameter.

The Governess examined the implement in detail then passed it to the doctor. She
inspected it and then, having given it several experimental swishes through the
air, brought it down over the arm of a padded chair with a thud. She nodded her
approval to her boss.

Without further discussion the Governess made a phone call. From her tone, her
frequent "Ma'ams" and her deferential tone it was someone in authority.

The necessary permission obtained, coffee was called for and the three ladies
relaxed. 

In the rest of the Centre however, the mood was anything but relaxed.

The Centre Tannoy announced that there would be a formal and public punishment
session at 1200hrs in the main punishment room. The administrative staff sprung
into action. One squad of female prisoners was detailed to prepare the room
under the supervision of their wardress. Every item and surface was dusted,
polished and polished again. The duty nurse ensured that all the necessary
medical equipment was topped up and ready for use. 

At eleven o'clock the invited guests started to arrive. These were local
worthies who had some say in the funding of the centre. They were mainly female
with two or three males. Several of them had brought their young daughters, aged
eighteen and upwards as an object lesson in keeping to the straight and narrow.
All were formally dressed in business attire and an eager nervous attitude
permeated the room where they waited. 

Stewart's squad under Miss Kenton were assigned the task of taking coats,
showing them to the waiting room and serving coffee. From the glances at the
female prisoner's shirt covered breasts it was obvious that the reason for the
session was known.

Just as Daley was serving two cups of steaming coffee, one of the daughters, a
snooty tall eighteen-year old turned suddenly. There was no way Daley could
avoid her elbow and both cups and their contents were sent flying, mainly over
the servant-prisoner. Instead of showing concern for whether the hot coffee had
hurt Daley, (which it had), or help in sponging her shirt down, the little minx
simply berated the girl calling her a "Clumsy Cow!" in a loud voice. 

Swiftly Miss Kenton was there, offering profuse apologies and a whispered
suggestion to remain after the session and help deal with the offence. This left
the girl positively beaming and the coffee stained Daley looking totally
dejected.

Stewart heard about all this somewhat later. He had been detailed as Prisoner
Escort and had been marched over to the room where Harper was waiting by two
policewomen.

He was surprised how composed the female was. She stood to attention when they
entered and meekly put her hands in front of her for the handcuffs. She was in
the regulation schoolgirl type dress with everything spotlessly clean and
pressed. Her shoulder length hair had been platted in a pigtail. 

It was a short march to the punishment room. Everyone they passed glanced it
their direction but Harper faced forward and appeared in a daze. On arrival the
handcuffs were removed and they were left in the holding cell by themselves with
the door  slammed shut. They took a seat next to each other on the low bench. 
Stewart asked how she was feeling.

" Pretty frightened," she admitted, "The sooner we get this over the better.
It's the total injustice of this place that really gets to me. I am about to be
flogged across my poor boobs and there isn't a damn thing that I can do about
it, I just have to accept whatever they want to do to me."

She apologised as she gently massaged her breasts through the white shirt
material. "That injection they gave me yesterday has certainly worked, I have
just started my period and they are really swollen. This wretched regulation bra
feels even tighter!" 

Stewart looked out into the room. One of the practice training dummies wearing a
bra and panties was still secured to the breast punishment frames. Unknown to
him the wardress selected to punish Harper had been practicing with the new whip
just prior to their arrival. He watched as two wardresses unstrapped the dummy
that they referred to as "Agony Annie"  and carried it away.
 

A few minutes went by and then two other females were brought in and told to
take a seat. One of the wardresses explained that Harper was "top of the Bill"
but the others had been brought in for formal punishments to fill the time for
the visitors. 

Twenty selected prisoners were then marched in and took their position along one
wall. They had been selected from different squads to witness the punishments
and no doubt to carry the details back to their sisters.

Eventually, just before the starting time, The Governess led the chatting and
smiling visitors to their comfortable seats. The punishment session was about to
commence.

The Governess stood in front of the guests and made a short speech of welcome.
She continued:

" There are three prisoners under punishment today and I hope that the scale and
nature of their discipline will fully acquaint you all with the very effective
methods we have at the Centre for training our charges. You will see our
underlying level of humanity is maintained by the presence of Doctor Jayne
Hargreaves and two of her nurses who are authorised to stop the punishment at
any time. But, please ladies and gentlemen, be under no illusion; females in
this establishment are dealt severely. Following each application of a
punishment, please feel free to examine the prisoner and ask any questions that
you may wish."

Turning to the waiting staff she issued the order: "Commence punishments!"

A fully uniformed wardress marched to the holding cell, opened the door and
snapped out the name.

"Hellawell!"

A short plump girl snapped to attention and marched out. She was around twenty
years old, short fair hair and round plain face. She halted in front of the
senior wardress.

"869 Hellawell. On report for persistent slacking in Physical Training.
Sentenced to 18 strokes of the strap across her buttocks."

She was ordered to strip and place her clothes on a small table. First she gave
the assembled visitors a nervous glance, then, steeling herself she removed all
the items of her uniform, paused as if hoping for a miracle of deliverance, then
finally removed her stockings, suspender belt, bra and panties.

The audience had hardly taken in the young firm body that stood in front of them
before she was ordered to mount one of the punishment blocks. Her back was to
the spectators so she could not see their reaction to her unladylike displays as
she climbed up to lean over the padded bench. The flimsy modesty belt did little
to help. Certainly an almost uninterrupted view of her crotch was bound to be
given, but mercifully, this bench required the legs to be closed so the intimate
secrets were soon obscured. Her large breasts were also flattened against the
cold leather of the top providing her with more privacy. Two of the junior
wardresses quickly secured her wrists and ankles. Finally a thick waist strap
was pulled around her.

The punishing wardress stepped forward. It was Miss Kenton. Somewhat
self-consciously she removed her uniform shirt then her brassiere revealing her
superb breasts. Clearly she was ill at ease with the requirement for the
wardress to be stripped to the waist, but her reservations were in no way going
to get in the way of her career ambitions.

She was handed a heavy strap with a handle. The flexible thong was about two and
a half feet long with the last eighteen inches split into two. She ran it
through her left hand several times to re-assure herself with the feel. One of
the nurses swiftly swabbed the twin cheeks down with a soaking cotton wool swab.
Surplus liquid ran into the anal groove and disappeared between the clenched
legs.

She then took up station to the prisoner's left flank, raised the strap and
brought it thwacking down to the wet, white buttocks. Immediately she lifted the
strap clear and brought it down again, then again.

The firm white flesh rapidly showed three red swathes equally spread across both
cheeks. As the shock of the impact turned to pain the girl gasped and flexed
against her securing straps. Miss Kenton casually filled in time, with one eye
on the clock, by walking round the whipping frame holding the strap with her
right hand and stroking it affectionately with her left. Her chosen technique
was clearly to be three quick strokes every minute.

As the second hand reached the top she was back in position with the strap
raised. This time it was brought down over the upper part of the buttocks. Then,
once more, she commenced the slow measured walk around the victim.

The third dose was laid across the lower part of the buttocks. This area was
clearly more sensitive and the girl reacted with a gasp, then a groan and
finally a short yell of distress. By now the audience were totally absorbed in
the procedure taking place in front of them. The absolute silence was
interrupted only by the sound of the strap; the muffled exclamations of the
prisoner and the measured tread of Miss Kenton's uniform boots as, once more,
she patrolled the punishment bench.

Nine strokes down, nine to go. But now the entire area of the girls buttocks
were a bright throbbing red with the thin lines that indicated where the edge of
the strap had struck, already turning a darker shade. Miss Kenton gently stroked
the marks with her fingertips, waited a further full minute, and then brought
down the strap to start the second half of the discipline.

The three across the upper surface slammed home. The prisoner's breathing had
become so irregular that there was scarcely any breath left to scream, only to
moan almost inaudibly.

The next three, across the centre seemed, to spur her vocal cords to more
effort.

"Please Miss..no more Miss!" came the grovelling plea.

Miss Kenton did not even break her step as the girls pleaded. Instead she gave a
satisfied smile as she raised her strap for the final three.

The firmness of Miss Kenton's young breasts had not been in question up to now,
but she brought the strap down with such venom for the last three strokes that
her breasts bounced with reaction each time. As the girl strained and struggled
hopelessly against her bonds Miss Kenton grimaced and gently massaged her
breasts with both hands as if to reassure them. She then stood at the girl's
side, feet apart and hands behind her back clutching the now warm instrument.

"The prisoner is now ready for inspection should any of the visitors require
it." She said with a broad smile. Two of the male guests and two female guests
walked over.

"Please examine the girls buttocks as you wish." She said.

Nervously, the older of the two males ran his hands over the now swollen nates,
feeling the heat that was building by the second. Miss Kenton leant across,
pulled the cheeks apart and exposed the girls cleft and anus.

"As you can see, Sir, the punishment has been very lenient and has not even
covered the entire area." She said looking directly into his eyes. The man
blushed and stuttered his agreement. One of the females, a very graceful lady of
around 40 years casually trailed her long fingernails across the ridges and
swelling.

"Will the prisoner be given any treatment to this area?" she enquired.

"No Madam, the purpose of this flogging is to hurt and we would avoid anything
that would cause any alleviation of the discomfort for obvious reasons."

"Indeed, indeed." Replied the woman as she ageing traced the marks, but this
time dragging her talon like nails harshly over the throbbing flesh.

In no time the girl was unstrapped and led back to the holding cell with her
clothes being thrown casually on the damp floor. She stood against the wall,
whimpering softly and massaging her flogged nates.

734 Cooper. On report for insolence to a junior wardress. Sentenced to receive
12 stroke of the birch across her naked buttocks.

A gentle gasp went around the room. The birch was a rarely used implement with a
justified reputation for severity. The two guards opened the cell door and the
next victim stood to attention then marched out and across the room to her fate.
Cooper was a tall slim female of around 35 years with fair hair drawn up into a
bun at the back of her head. Obediently she stripped naked down to her slim
modesty belt.

She was indeed slim with long thin legs and small rather immature breasts that
looked more like pointed cones with the pink aureole covering almost a third of
the area. She was led to a different whipping frame and ordered to mount it. She
did so with her knees and ankles  taking their position on padded supports some
three feet apart. She had to bend her stomach over a round bolster in order to
lay her elbows and wrists on two other padded supports that angled downwards.
Straps were tightened around her ankles, behind her knees, around her forearms
and around her wrists. She was then effectively held in a widely splayed all
fours position made worse by the stomach bolster forcing her spread buttocks
upwards so that they formed the high point of her body.

To the audience her entire crotch was on shameless display. The modesty strap,
having ridden up into her cleft providing little or no cover. Her light covering
of fair pubic hair did little to obscure her intimate secrets and her anus was
clearly visible either side of the thin garment. Further round the material had
been swallowed by her gaping vulva so that the fringed inner lips, pulled apart
by her position, were fully displayed and almost at a level with her taught
thighs.

The wardress selected for this event was Miss Winstanley, a heavily built black
lady with extremely short curly hair. She casually stepped forward, undid her
shirt displaying a large white support bra. This she rapidly discarded revealing
her melon like breasts with short thick brown nipples. As she walked over to a
tall water tank to retrieve the first birch they swung gently from side to side.
She took up position at the girl's head where she cupped her chin and forced her
to look up at both her disciplinarian and the birch.

The birch was in all respects as it should be. The dozen individual twigs were
of the approved length of 36 to 40 inches, they were bound at the handle and the
overall weight was within the tolerances specified. It was designed to be an
effective instrument when used to correct prisoners, especially those requiring
just that little bit extra to bring them into line. A spare to the same
specification was available and the liquid that they had both been steeped in
contained an effective disinfectant in case of any superficial skin damage. In
brief it was a regulation birch for a regulation punishment.
 

Swiftly the nurse swabbed the area down taking great care to apply the wet swab
generously around the partly exposed anus and genitalia.. This time the
antiseptic liquid could be seen to run down the anal cleft and into the vulval
cleft before it dripped into a pool on the floor.

Miss Winstanley moved to a position to the left of the proffered target, glanced
briefly at the Governess, raised the dripping birch into the air and let fly
with it across the undefended target. 

To those in the audience who were puzzled by the necessity to place the prisoner
in such an embarrassing position, the first stroke provided the answer. As well
as landing on the slim buttocks, the flying twigs with their little hard buds,
also impacted around and into the pudenta.

It was rumoured that with the birch, the first stroke was always the worst.
Cooper's reaction seemed to support that view. Her thighs and lower torso was
free to move, and move it did in a violent bucking motion. Her lungs were
seemingly full of air which she expelled in a short but earnest scream of pain.

The second stroke was lower and a greater proportion of the buds found their way
into the more sensitive areas on the woman. This dispelled the theory about the
first stroke being the worst as the victim gasped and struggled to break free
with even greater effort.

Miss Winstanley, oblivious to the cadence of her swinging breasts lay four more
strokes across the same area at the top of the thighs. Each was a real sizzler
with the full power of her thick sturdy arm behind it. She then slowly walked
around to the girl's head, cupped her chin and raised it so that she could look
into her eyes. The audience was spared the sight of the reddened eyes and tear
stained face; the bared teeth and the dribbling saliva; neither did they hear
the whispered reminder from Miss Winstanley that there were still six strokes to
go.

Taking her position at the business end of the prisoner, the wardress carefully
brushed down the girl's thighs to remove some of the broken twiglets and buds
that were sticking to her. The flesh was an uneven pattern of small interlacing
weals. None were as severe in depth as a cane stroke but each would provide it's
own quotient of pain to make the sum a memorable level of agony.

The birch was still heavy despite losing some of it's mass. It took a strong
woman like Miss Winstanley to lay the next four stokes on at full force with
only seconds between each. She started at the top of the anal cleft and worked
quickly down to the top few inches of the thighs. Overcome either by the pain,
the humiliation or her own struggles,  the wretched prisoner slumped against the
supports in a faint.

Swiftly the Doctor gave the nurses and order. One pulled her head up by her hair
and placed an open vial of smelling salts under her nose. The other quickly
swabbed down the emerging weals that were beginning to cover her rear. One or
both did the trick and the spluttering girl was straining against her bonds
within seconds.

"Continue infliction !" ordered Dpctor Hargreaves curtly.

Miss Winstanley, having stood aside without the slightest expression of concern,
moved back into position and raised her muscular arm.

The last two strokes were laid well into the area between the splayed legs and
impacting on the most sensitive surfaces of the cleft and inner lips. The
technique was known as "whipping in" by the staff. The prisoner though
overwhelmed with the pain only had the energy left to buck feebly and moan
pathetically. The birch was designed to break any prisoner and it most certainly
had on this occasion.

This time, as well as the two male and two female visitors coming forward they
were joined by the young lady who had complained about Daley. Looking flushed
and excited she ran her fingers over the swelling weals making sure that the red
and raw vulval lips were not left unchecked by her examination. Only then did
she give way to the inquisitive hands of one of the males.

Having ascertained that there were no questions, the senior wardress ordered
Cooper to be released. She was so unsteady on her feet that the two nurses, one
on each arm, escorted her back to the cell where she was lowered to a face down
position on her knees.

As she knelt whimpering and dribbling on to the hard floor the next command was
heard:

"377 Harper. On report for three Breast Related Demerits. Sentenced to sixteen
strokes of the cane across each bare breast."

With a low moan Harper stood up and marched across to where the wardresses were
now assembled, at the breast punishment frame. 

The order was given to strip to the waist. She removed her shirt, stood for a
few seconds and then slowly unhooked her last protection and slipped it down
over her arms before it was taken from her by a nurse. She stood, arms at her
side, her large mature breasts hanging low on her chest. The short nipples were
deeply set into the aerolea by the fear of the coming pain. On receiving a nod
from Doctor Hargreaves the shorter of the two nurses produced a steel kidney
dish covered in a green cloth and placed it on the nearby table. She then
ordered the wretched woman to the "present" position. Harper snapped her hands
behind her head, placed her feet apart and forced her elbows hard back.

A murmur of surprise went round the visitors. Several were surprised at the
copious dark underarm hair that was displayed to them, all were impressed by the
way the position lifted the large mammaries making them appear totally
vulnerable.

The nurse produced what looked like a short syringe, applied the end to a nipple
and pulled out the plunger sucking the tender nipple into the tube. She repeated
the procedure for the other nipple leaving the two syringes dangling from the
breasts. 

Mrs Gurney stood next to the prisoner and addressed the visitors:

"Well ladies and gentlemen we now arrive at the infliction of the Breast
punishment .
Before we start I will review the policy behind this form of discipline. The
prisoner is awarded a breast  related demerit or BRD for short if, and only, if
she commits an offence that we regard as breast related. These offences include
being caught wearing a soiled brassiere, wearing a non-regulation brassiere or
wearing a brassiere for some activity where we have ordered that no support may
be worn. An example of the latter would be if the female were found to be
wearing a bra when undergoing physical training or running and such like. The
policy here is that prisoners' breasts should not by confined or restricted in
any way during exercise. Naturally this may appear a little unfair to the larger
girls¡­but a rule is a rule and no latitude can be given simply because one
prisoner finds it a little uncomfortable."

At this point several of the larger ladies in the audience were shifting
uncomfortably in their seats.

"If three BRD's are collected then an automatic breast punishment is awarded.
The girl has only herself to blame as the rules are perfectly clear. This is
usually a set number of cane strokes. However, today will be different. Clearly
the object of the punishment is to hurt and not to damage. I have been advised
that a new form of implement can achieve more discomfort without any permanent
harm. I have authorised the use of that implement known as a flogger for this
prisoner." 

" It is worth mentioning that several of you ladies asked me earlier whether any
leniency was extended in the event of the prisoner having a period, and
therefore having more sensitive and perhaps swollen breasts. It is most
certainly not considered an excuse for wearing a bra during exercise and it is
most certainly not considered a reason for leniency during a breast punishment.
If the individual prisoner has concerns of that nature then it is for her to
exercise more care in her conduct and not to expect us to bend our rules to
accommodate her particular hormonal cycle. As a matter of fact, I understand
that Harper has just started her period and that she is indeed a female who
suffers from acutely sensitive breasts at this time. As a woman myself I can
only feel some degree of sympathy for her. However, the flogging will take place
and I  can but hope that this will give her even greater incentives to obey the
rules here in the Centre in the future"
 
" Miss James!"

At the mention of her name the most feared wardress on the staff appeared from
behind a partition carrying the device. She carefully handed it to the nearest
guest who, having examined it gingerly, handed it on to the next.

"Whilst you are examining the flogger my staff will prepare the prisoner. As you
can see she is at present having her nipples engorged to ensure that they do not
remain hidden during the whipping. She has also received an injection to promote
fluid retention that many of you ladies will empathise with."

A brief titter of amusement went round the audience.

Harper was led to the breast punishment frame. She was stood with her back to
the contraption, her hands placed behind the frame level with her neck and
secured tightly. This had the effect of forcing her elbows back even further
that the present position and subsequently thrusting her breasts forward.
Totally exposed and vulnerable they appeared even more of a tubular shape and
even more plumped up and sensitive from the medical treatment she had received. 
The suction tubes were removed with a plopping sound leaving the large brown
aureole decidedly puffy. 

Next, the nurse swabbed her chest, sides and upper stomach down to where it
bulged slightly over the waistband of her skirt. Then both breasts were wiped
with the cold antiseptic fluid taking care to lift them to access the areas
underneath.

An eighteen-inch long triangular metal arm was placed between her legs and
lifted so that it fitted tightly under her crotch almost supporting her weight.
It engaged in the frame behind her leaving her skirt raised and lower panties
visible. The bulging around the panty crotch evidenced a large thick absorbent
pad. The hard apex pressed tightly into her sex through the pad and at any other
time would have felt comforting if not downright erotic. Her feet were then
pulled about a foot apart, increasing the weight on the support, and then her
ankles were strapped to the frame. A heavy leather strap was then tightened
around her waist making any movement impossible.

Finally, a small rubber bulb was pumped to inflate a pad between her shoulder
blades. This forced her chest even further forward against the pull of her
secured arms and the securing strap around the waist. Her wet shining breasts
were now fully presented, vulnerable and totally unprotected.

 Miss James, having retrieved the whip from the guests, started to unbutton her
uniform shirt.

To be continued.

Chapter 29.

Both Stewart and the other prisoner, Carstairs, were totally mystified as to why
they were required in Punishment room 4.  They discussed several possible
reasons and found none of them pleasant. As they approached the building that
held the punishment room they ran into other prisoners who had been detailed for
the same duty. By the time they were assembled in a line outside the entrance
door their numbers had swollen to 12. 11 of which were female.

Following a wait of some minutes a senior wardress came out into the corridor
and ordered them inside. They were told to line up with their backs against the
far wall so that they faced the assembled group of wardresses. The two groups
were separated by some of the room's equipment and stands. In front of the
wardresses, who were seated in comfortable chairs that had been brought in for
the occasion, was a shortish, well-built woman of about 30 years. She was not
unattractive. She had long dark hair to her shoulders and wore a white shirt
tucked into a pair of trousers cut to resemble riding jodhpurs. Next to her was
a large table covered with what seemed to be disciplinary equipment.

All the wardresses were still in their uniforms but from their general air and
flushed faces it was obvious that they had been drinking heavily with their
evening meal. The senior wardress who was obviously in charge, moved forward to
make an announcement:

"For the benefit of the prisoners who have just arrived, Miss Finch here is from
the sales department of one of the firms that produce disciplinary equipment to
Centres such as this. She is here tonight to show the staff the latest
developments in her firm's products. On the offchance that she needs a
demonstration subject I have ordered that your group be present. You may take a
seat."

As one, the twelve sank down and perched themselves on a long low bench that ran
the length of the wall. As it was only a foot or so off the ground this caused
some discomfort and left their knees higher than their backsides. Stewart
noticed that the young male trainee warder Billington was in the group of staff.
He was taking the in the view, as the females tried to find a comfortable yet
modest position that did not display their panties to him.

Miss Finch started her lecture:

"The first items I would like to deal with are those of the uniforms. We have
heard from several ladies of the difficulties in complying with the rules that
formal punishments should be inflicted with the wardress's breasts displayed. We
would all agree as to the benefit of the prisoner being fully aware of the
essential femininity of the discipline but at the same time accept that the
larger breasted wardresses may suffer some discomfort during a well applied
thrashing. This brassiere may provide a solution in that it will support the
breasts but leave most of breast exposed."


She opened a package and produced a large white brassiere with heavy supporting
straps but with small quarter sized cups. She proceeded to turn the bra inside
out to reveal plastic supports sewn into the undercups. The item was passed from
person to person with Billington accepting it for examination with a blush.

In response to several questions about the degree of support it provided, Miss
Finch 

Said that he had several sizes and would one of the wardresses care to assess
the garment for herself? A tall blonde haired senior wardress stepped forward
and, selecting her size, calmly slipped off her uniform shirt and tie. At Miss
Finch's suggestion she walked over to one of the whipping stools where a
headless dummy  made out of padding and a covered in a sturdy material had been
strapped down. This was clearly a much-used training device and great lengths
had been taken to ensure an anatomically correct shape, especially round the
hindquarters. Incongruously a bra and panties adorned the training aid.

Having selected a cane from the rack she laid on half a dozen vicious strokes
across the panty clad buttocks to assess the support offered by her regulation
bra. She then casually removed it so that her large firm breasts were naked.
Again she thrashed the inanimate dummy and not surprisingly, the large breasts
could be seen to swing and judder in response.

Having donned the new bra she thoughtfully shook her shoulders and swung her
torso around a little to assess the support. Both breasts were certainly lifted
high on her chest and made her exposed nipples, to Stewart, look even more
provocative. Finally she grasped the cane and delivered a further six slashes
across the padded dummy. Seemingly pleased with the support she experimentally
cupped her breasts in her hands and shook them slightly and said that if Miss
Finch had no objections she would wear the garment for a while to assess the fit
and comfort before placing an order. She then, unselfconsciously, resumed her
seat amongst the staff.

Miss Finch then produced two small stainless steel devices.

"Whilst on the subject of breasts, we have just had these nipple clamps approved
for general use. You will see that they have roughened surfaces on the inside of
the grippers, are large enough to cover even the largest teat and, although
weighing little in themselves, have attachment points to take the set of weights
that we include with the package. May we have a volunteer please from the
prisoners?"

The senior wardress said that they had the ideal candidate in Carstairs,
explaining that she used to be an underwear model. On the orders of the
wardress, the hapless girl marched forward, stripped to the waist and assumed
the present position in front of both staff and prisoners. Stewart had seen her
breasts before but, even so he was immediately taken by their size and yet firm
pertness. The nipples and swollen aureole were a soft vulnerable pink as they
waited for the ministrations of the saleslady. She was taller than the saleslady
and stood with her head well back and her long ponytail rustling against her
shoulder blades as she waited.

Miss Finch continued:

"Previous products of this type have suffered from either having too fierce a
grip for sustained use, or too gentle a grip leading to sliding off when the
girl gets sweaty or exercises. I think that I will be able to demonstrate that
these grip and stay in position. The strength of the grip can be adjusted to
match the thickness of the nipple at the discretion of the wardress." At this, a
little snigger of amusement ran round the staff members.

The devices were adjusted and then Miss Finch grasped the girl's left breast by
the underside. She squeezed the breast to force the nipple forward and applied
the clamp. Carstairs responded with an audible gasp. Soon, the other nipple was
clamped and, with a glance at the clock, she was told to stand on display at the
back of the display area. She took up her position. Stipped naked to the waist
dressed in just her short skirt and stockings, she spread in the present
position. Her elbows were well back and her face already showed the strain
caused by the shiny metal clamps on her sensitive breasts. Her eyes were screwed
up and her teeth bared as she waited desperately for the release. And waited....

Moving on, Miss Finch produced what appeared to be a cotton strap.

" Here ladies is the latest version of the modesty strap. I don't have to remind
you that the female prisoners have to wear one of these to ensure their decency
during punishments with members of the public present. The present strap has
long been felt to be more in the form of a pair of panties rather that the
absolute minimum that it should be. We have therefore produced this strap and
have just received approval for its use. You will see that the waist strap is
virtually only a thin cord and the crotch strap that it holds in place is very
much reduced in size. It is now one inch at the front reducing again to a
quarter of an inch as it passes over the perineum. We have also stiffened the
material to ensure that it doesn't simply slide up into the vulva. Additionally,
we have located these probes that will penetrate the anus and the vaginal
opening to keep the strap in the correct position during movement.
Unfortunately, I hear that the stiffening and the locators have made the garment
rather uncomfortable to wear for any length of time...but one can't have a
article of prison clothing regarded as a fashion statement by the prisoners!"

This remark was greeted with another titter of giggling by the staff as the
senior wardress called a thirty-year old dark haired prisoner to the front. She
was slightly plump with her hair in a bun. She wore round metal-framed glasses
that gave the impression of having been a librarian or held some other dull
position prior to her imprisonment.

"Congratulations girl, you can be our model for the evening. Strip completely".

Nervously and clearly embarrassed, the woman removed her tie, shirt and skirt.
Next she unhitched the suspender belt and removed her stockings from her heavy
legs. After a final pleading look at the audience she removed her bra and
panties and stood, naked at the present. Her underarm hair was short and stubbly
but the hair around her crotch was thicker helping to provide some degree of
concealment. She had small drooping breasts and looked thoroughly out of
condition.

Miss Finch handed her the garment and as the woman pulled it up to her crotch,
knelt down so that she could assist the three-inch long and quarter an inch wide
plastic probes to engage, first into the anus and then the vulva. Finally the
girl stood, awaiting her next order.

Miss Finch started the demonstration by having her run on the spot with legs
raised to almost waist height. Following a few minutes of this, the prisoner was
ordered to climb onto a steel topped table and then squat down. This position
forced her crotch to be fully displayed. Her labia were slightly parted and
nestled either side of the stiff strip of the new strap. To say that the garment
offered any privacy or modesty to the girl was absurd. Even though her clitoris
was covered, the pink inner lips were clearly visible either side and lower
down, the puckered rim of her anus was clearly visible with only the actual
opening covered.

The girl was left in position whilst several of the staff casually wandered
around her assessing the item of uniform clothing. More than one tugged and
pulled so that it's ability to remain centrally fixed in her crotch could be
judged. During this time Miss Finch removed two small weights from the nipple
clamp package and, standing in front of the prisoner modelling the clamps,
fastened them both to the clamp rings releasing them suddenly so that the
nipples took the full weight.

"As you can see, I have now attached 4 ounce weights to the clamps." Remarked
the saleslady." From the look on Carstairs face these seem to have greatly
increased to effect on her nipples. Even though the discomfort is causing her to
sweat somewhat, the grip of the nipples is still firm. The other weights will be
added in a few minutes but right now I would like to draw your attention to this
device that is designed for male inspections."

She produced what looked like large steel barbecue tongs.

"I'm sure that I don't have to emphasise the generally disgusting duties that
your counterparts in male correctional facilities have to tolerate when it comes
to inspecting their male prisoners. I appreciate that you only have one of them
here, but this little device may be very useful in ensuring that he is fully
inspected with the least amount of contact. Stewart...strip completely and come
over here."

Stewart stripped and left his clothes and trainers on the bench with the seated
prisoners. He marched to a position in front of Miss Finch and snapped to the
present position. Nervously eyeing the cruel looking device in her right hand.

" You will see that the handles that I grip with are rubber coated so that even
in damp conditions the wardress is able to maintain a firm hold. At the prisoner
end of the grip the steel prongs have been specially roughened to ensure a firm
grip is achieved, again, even in wet conditions. Would one of you like to try
this out?"

A tall attractive senior wardress that Stewart had not seen before stood up and
moved into position at his side. She was in her late twenties with long blonde
hair. The starched formality of her shirt could not entirely cover up the
pronounced outline of her breasts as she gripped the prongs with her right hand.
Stewart had a few seconds to notice her well-manicured fingernails and their
bright red varnish that seemed at odds with someone who was clearly dedicated to
disciplinary rather than feminine pursuits.

Under the guidance of Miss Finch she gripped his covered glans firmly between
the jaws. Stewart concentrated as best he could on remaining flaccid but already
his penis was reacting to the metallic grip. With a sudden flick of her wrist
she slid the jaws towards his body, jerking his foreskin clear of the head.
Releasing the grip then re-applying it to the retracted skin, she forced the
foreskin fully back from the glans. A cold draught blew gently across his
exposed knob as it was twisted in all directions to be examined under the rim.

Again, under Miss Finch's instructions the now erect penis was released and the
tongs moved to underneath his scrotal sac.

" The device is a little too insensitive to carry out a full scrotal
examination.," intoned Miss Finch, "But it can certainly be used to carry out a
cursory inspection for, say, cleanliness...and let's face it ladies...when you
have a whole group of these prisoners to inspect anything that reduces the level
of disgust for you must be worth having".

The serrated tip of the tongs gripped a loose fold of scrotal flesh and
stretched it well to one side. Stewart fought the instinctive reaction to ease
the grip by moving his hips towards the tongs, instead he braced against the
pain. Suddenly, the wardress shook her hand. The movement was magnified and
transmitted through the tongs to the streched scrotum so that the testes were
uncomfortably shaken.

Miss Finch took the appliance back and brusquely showed the ladies how the grip
could be applied from the front. With the tips gripping behind the glans to act
as an effective device to pull, she lead Stewart round her in a circle.

Three of the wardresses came forward to try the tongs. Each spent a couple of
minutes trying various grips on Stewart's genitalia, the penis of which was now
fully erect.All  their attempts to grip him were succesful and rather painful.
Eventually they were satisfied and he was dismissed to resume his place with the
female prisoners. The female displaying the modesty belt was ordered to change
position so that she was on all fours, knees spread and  head well down with her
back to the audience. Carstairs was called forward to stand close to the
wardresses.

Miss Finch selected two more weights from the box, clipped them to the nipple
clamps and released them suddenly so that their full weight pulled the swollen
nipples well down on her chest.

"The prisoner now has 12 ounces attached to each clamp," commented Miss Finch,
"you will note, ladies, that even though this distends the nipples considerably,
the grip is still maintained.  I always regard this type of discipline as a form
of female "dressage" and provides excellent training in obedience and
withstanding discomfort. I would normally recommend that the clamps be applied
for 20 minutes followed by 10 minutes respite to restore the circulation and
then a further 20 minutes until a total of two hours have elapsed. Each release
does of course result in some discomfort as the circulation returns and the
nipple will be even more sensitive to the following clamping. I understand that
after even an hour the female becomes amazingly obedient. I have seen Centres
where this punishment is invariably combined with horse time which can be
extremely effective.  Needless to say the addition of the weights can add
considerably to the overall discomfort level.

Discomfort, thought Stewart, was not the word he would use. Carstairs upper body
was covered in a sheen of sweat and she trembled slightly as she struggled to
withstand the pain. Her eyes were wide and her lips clenched so that she had to
breathe through her flared nostrils. Her head was well back so that the
pony-tail trailed low on her damp back. He pondered how much longer she would be
made to endure the pain and humiliation. As if in response to his thoughts Miss
Finch removed the weights and unclipped the clamps with a curt order for
Carstairs to remain at the present.

" As we all know, this period of time when the blood flow returns to the
compressed nipples can be most efficacious in assessing the girls obedience in
remaining in position and not trying to rub the areas. You may return to your
seat girl but do not even think of touching your breasts unless you wish to try
the two hour session with these little devices".

Carstairs returned shakily to the bench and sat between Stewart and one of the
females. Stewart could feel the shaking and smell the sweat of the girl as she
tried desperately to absorb the pain of the returning circulation. He sneaked a
sideways glance and could see the cruel imprint of the clamps on the reddened
and sore aerolae. They seemed to be visibly throbbing.

The next item for demonstration was a specially constructed caning device. It
had a leather grip for a handle into which was set a flange that held three long
thin plastic rods parallel to each other and half an inch apart. The rods were
30 inches long and a quarter of an inch thick with rounded ends.

" The effectiveness of the cane in instilling discipline in prisoners is obvious
to everyone in this service," Miss Finch lectured," However, given the strict
rules on not causing any damage can reduce the severity with which the cane is
applied to some prisoners. Trials and experiments with this instrument, which we
have named the "Tri-cane", have shown that it can be laid on with enthusiasm,
causes a suitable level of discomfort and yet even bruising is minimised. I will
demonstrate...you girl..come here."

A tall prisoner with long dark hair stepped nervously forward. She was led
across to one of the whipping horses and told to mount it. Her parted knees
rested on padded supports and her body was then bent over a bolster. Quickly,
her wrists were secured and her lower legs strapped  to the knee supports. Her
short skirt was raised and her white regulation panties pulled down to be
stretched between her splayed thighs. Once again the position of the girl
displayed her most intimate parts especially as she was completely shaved.
Remarkably her flesh was clear and unmarked and she had obviously escaped any
recent punishment to that area.

Without any warning Miss Finch suddenly raised the tri-cane and brought it
whistling down across the girls buttocks. Three thin white lines were drawn that
rapidly changed to red. The girl bucked her head and gasped. The cane was then
offered, handle first towards the assembled wardresses.

A short overweight young woman stepped forward slipping off her uniform jacket.
Her ungainly breasts thrust against the front of her shirt pulling the opening
against the buttons. Without a word she raised the rods and then brought them
down with all her force across the tops of the girl's thighs.

As the wretched girl bucked and sobbed, the staff came forward to examine the
results. The strokes had certainly hurt but the combination of the lightweight
rods and the dispersal of the energy over a larger area of cane had resulted in
only very light weals.

This was clearly a useful item and in their sinking hearts, the prisoners
realised that they would be seeing, and indeed feeling, more of this implement
in the future.

This last display more or less concluded the demonstration. The senior wardress
thanked Miss Finch for her efforts and promised to place an order as soon as
possible. She then suggested that as she was spending a night at the Centre, she
avail herself of a prisoner servant and invited her to make a choice. The
prisoners were ordered to stand at attention and Miss Finch moved slowly down
the line looking them up and down. Each relaxed slightly as she moved past them
in the belief that they would now be safe.

She reached the end and then turned and pointed to Carstairs, still naked to the
waist.

"I will have that one if I may," she said with a smile.

Carstairs was told to dress. As she pulled the tight bra over her reddened
breasts she gasped with pain. Finally she stood at attention and ready. She was
appreciably taller than her new "owner" and certainly older. Her face was a
picture of abject resignation.

"Report to the Guest quarters now girl and await Miss Finch's arrival." Odered
the senior wardress.

As Carstairs left Miss Finch abruptly called her back. Pointing to the nipple
clamps and weights she said:

"Don't forget my toys girl, I still have some field trials to carry out before I
leave in the morning!"

To be continued.

Chapter 30.

Stewart spent a restless night. The throbbing weals left on his thighs by the
police sergeant didn't help, making it very difficult to find a comfortable
position in the hard dormitory bed. The night sounds of the room of twelve
prisoners were more of a problem. From the "lights out" he had to lay in
solitude listening to the females settling down to sleep, to say nothing of the
inevitable female scents that wafted past his bed-space.

The total ban that existed on masturbation was repeatedly drummed into them by
the staff. Despite this, the nightly ritual of muffled hand movements, rustling
bedclothes and stifled moans indicated that the sexually frustrated females were
prepared to take the risk of being caught. Their final threshings nearly always
moved the bedclothes, wafting the revealing scents of moist female arousal
around the room. He gently touched his own genitalia but the soreness caused by
the earlier forced milkings, not to mention the gripping and pulling of the
inspection tongs ensured that the contact was only comforting in nature. At
least the staff rarely left him in a state of sexual frustration, however
humiliating and painful their relieving techniques were.

His thoughts turned to Harper. Today was the day when she would be receiving her
breast punishment. He tried to imagine how her breasts would feel if they were
as tenderised as his own thighs but realised that as a mere male the concept was
beyond his comprehension. He was more than aware of how the females were
reacting to the impending event. Each, on hearing that a breast whipping was
about to take place, would give an involuntary shudder of empathy and usually
hug her own mammaries with her hands to comfort herself. Phrases came out such
as: "Well she has asked for it", "It surely can't be that bad" and " At least
it's being given by another woman-she will surely feel some sympathy and go easy
on her". Each statement delivered with less conviction that the previous one.

Eventually he drifted off to a dream that he was the victim of a terrible
administrative error by the wardresses. He was to be whipped himself and had to
be checked by the doctor who ordered his chest to be thoroughly shaved in
preparation. He struggled impotently as he was secured in the breast punishment
frame and Miss James, stripped to the waist, advanced towards him clutching a
long thin cane that she raised above her shoulder and brought it whirring down
across both of his nipples. At the exact microsecond of impact he was jarred
awake by the Centre alarm bells jangling the inmates back into life.

Another day at the Correctional Centre was starting.

The Governess' first appointment of the day was with the saleslady from the firm
that markets the disciplinary equipment. Miss Finch arrived five minutes early
and sat in her crisp business suit awaiting the call into the office. The
previous night she had looked any thing but crisp and business like as she
entertained the selected female prisoner in the visitor quarters. She smiled as
she thought back on the evening. How the rather haughty girl had been a little
reluctant to obey her orders and how the visit from the policewoman and the
application of the guardroom cane had improved her attitude. A secret thrill ran
though her body when she remembered the events of the early morning; the sharp
intake of breath and the facial expression that the girl had made as she forced
her breasts into the too small brassiere as she had been made to dress in front
of her.  Perhaps she had been a little unkind in her long use of the nipple
clamps, but the girl had been one of those stuck-up bra models in her previous
life and needed taking down a peg or two...or maybe four or five.

She was called into the office and was surprised to see that another lady was
present. The Governess introduced her as the Centre doctor and said that she was
on hand to give her professional advice where needed. Sitting back in her chair,
Mrs Gurney then came to the point of the meeting.

"As you probably know, one of the prisoners is scheduled to receive a breast
punishment today. During my hearing of the charges against her I formed the
opinion that she needed to be treated fairly harshly if we are to ever break the
stubborn superiority that she displays. As we all know however, these breast
canings are more feared than really effective; given the control that has to be
exercised over the choice of cane and the force of the strokes to avoid any
damage. What we really need is something that can be laid on with enthusiasm,
frightens the living daylights out of the observers, hurts like hell but causes
no real damage. Can you help?"

"Certainly can Ma'am," responded the saleslady reaching into a voluminous case
at her feet," This is the very latest design of breast flogger, it is on trial
at the moment and would require your regional Inspector's approval for use
today, but it would be well worth the effort."

She produced a fearsome implement. A thick plaited handgrip about six inches
long was attached to several long thongs about two feet long. On closer
examination the nine thongs were made of supple rubber with each a different
length so that on impact they would be fully splayed and cover and area around
six inches in diameter.

The Governess examined the implement in detail then passed it to the doctor. She
inspected it and then, having given it several experimental swishes through the
air, brought it down over the arm of a padded chair with a thud. She nodded her
approval to her boss.

Without further discussion the Governess made a phone call. From her tone, her
frequent "Ma'ams" and her deferential tone it was someone in authority.

The necessary permission obtained, coffee was called for and the three ladies
relaxed.

In the rest of the Centre however, the mood was anything but relaxed.

The Centre Tannoy announced that there would be a formal and public punishment
session at 1200hrs in the main punishment room. The administrative staff sprung
into action. One squad of female prisoners was detailed to prepare the room
under the supervision of their wardress. Every item and surface was dusted,
polished and polished again. The duty nurse ensured that all the necessary
medical equipment was topped up and ready for use.

At eleven o'clock the invited guests started to arrive. These were local
worthies who had some say in the funding of the centre. They were mainly female
with two or three males. Several of them had brought their young daughters, aged
eighteen and upwards as an object lesson in keeping to the straight and narrow.
All were formally dressed in business attire and an eager nervous attitude
permeated the room where they waited.

Stewart's squad under Miss Kenton were assigned the task of taking coats,
showing them to the waiting room and serving coffee. From the glances at the
female prisoner's shirt covered breasts it was obvious that the reason for the
session was known.

Just as Daley was serving two cups of steaming coffee, one of the daughters, a
snooty tall eighteen-year old turned suddenly. There was no way Daley could
avoid her elbow and both cups and their contents were sent flying, mainly over
the servant-prisoner. Instead of showing concern for whether the hot coffee had
hurt Daley, (which it had), or help in sponging her shirt down, the little minx
simply berated the girl calling her a "Clumsy Cow!" in a loud voice.

Swiftly Miss Kenton was there, offering profuse apologies and a whispered
suggestion to remain after the session and help deal with the offence. This left
the girl positively beaming and the coffee stained Daley looking totally
dejected.

Stewart heard about all this somewhat later. He had been detailed as Prisoner
Escort and had been marched over to the room where Harper was waiting by two
policewomen.

He was surprised how composed the female was. She stood to attention when they
entered and meekly put her hands in front of her for the handcuffs. She was in
the regulation schoolgirl type dress with everything spotlessly clean and
pressed. Her shoulder length hair had been platted in a pigtail.

It was a short march to the punishment room. Everyone they passed glanced it
their direction but Harper faced forward and appeared in a daze. On arrival the
handcuffs were removed and they were left in the holding cell by themselves with
the door  slammed shut. They took a seat next to each other on the low bench. 
Stewart asked how she was feeling.

" Pretty frightened," she admitted, "The sooner we get this over the better.
It's the total injustice of this place that really gets to me. I am about to be
flogged across my poor boobs and there isn't a damn thing that I can do about
it, I just have to accept whatever they want to do to me."

She apologised as she gently massaged her breasts through the white shirt
material. "That injection they gave me yesterday has certainly worked, I have
just started my period and they are really swollen. This wretched regulation bra
feels even tighter!"

Stewart looked out into the room. One of the practice training dummies wearing a
bra and panties was still secured to the breast punishment frames. Unknown to
him the wardress selected to punish Harper had been practicing with the new whip
just prior to their arrival. He watched as two wardresses unstrapped the dummy
that they referred to as "Agony Annie"  and carried it away.


A few minutes went by and then two other females were brought in and told to
take a seat. One of the wardresses explained that Harper was "top of the Bill"
but the others had been brought in for formal punishments to fill the time for
the visitors.

Twenty selected prisoners were then marched in and took their position along one
wall. They had been selected from different squads to witness the punishments
and no doubt to carry the details back to their sisters.

Eventually, just before the starting time, The Governess led the chatting and
smiling visitors to their comfortable seats. The punishment session was about to
commence.

The Governess stood in front of the guests and made a short speech of welcome.
She continued:

" There are three prisoners under punishment today and I hope that the scale and
nature of their discipline will fully acquaint you all with the very effective
methods we have at the Centre for training our charges. You will see our
underlying level of humanity is maintained by the presence of Doctor Jayne
Hargreaves and two of her nurses who are authorised to stop the punishment at
any time. But, please ladies and gentlemen, be under no illusion; females in
this establishment are dealt severely. Following each application of a
punishment, please feel free to examine the prisoner and ask any questions that
you may wish."

Turning to the waiting staff she issued the order: "Commence punishments!"

A fully uniformed wardress marched to the holding cell, opened the door and
snapped out the name.

"Hellawell!"

A short plump girl snapped to attention and marched out. She was around twenty
years old, short fair hair and round plain face. She halted in front of the
senior wardress.

"869 Hellawell. On report for persistent slacking in Physical Training.
Sentenced to 18 strokes of the strap across her buttocks."

She was ordered to strip and place her clothes on a small table. First she gave
the assembled visitors a nervous glance, then, steeling herself she removed all
the items of her uniform, paused as if hoping for a miracle of deliverance, then
finally removed her stockings, suspender belt, bra and panties.

The audience had hardly taken in the young firm body that stood in front of them
before she was ordered to mount one of the punishment blocks. Her back was to
the spectators so she could not see their reaction to her unladylike displays as
she climbed up to lean over the padded bench. The flimsy modesty belt did little
to help. Certainly an almost uninterrupted view of her crotch was bound to be
given, but mercifully, this bench required the legs to be closed so the intimate
secrets were soon obscured. Her large breasts were also flattened against the
cold leather of the top providing her with more privacy. Two of the junior
wardresses quickly secured her wrists and ankles. Finally a thick waist strap
was pulled around her.

The punishing wardress stepped forward. It was Miss Kenton. Somewhat
self-consciously she removed her uniform shirt then her brassiere revealing her
superb breasts. Clearly she was ill at ease with the requirement for the
wardress to be stripped to the waist, but her reservations were in no way going
to get in the way of her career ambitions.

She was handed a heavy strap with a handle. The flexible thong was about two and
a half feet long with the last eighteen inches split into two. She ran it
through her left hand several times to re-assure herself with the feel. One of
the nurses swiftly swabbed the twin cheeks down with a soaking cotton wool swab.
Surplus liquid ran into the anal groove and disappeared between the clenched
legs.

She then took up station to the prisoner's left flank, raised the strap and
brought it thwacking down to the wet, white buttocks. Immediately she lifted the
strap clear and brought it down again, then again.

The firm white flesh rapidly showed three red swathes equally spread across both
cheeks. As the shock of the impact turned to pain the girl gasped and flexed
against her securing straps. Miss Kenton casually filled in time, with one eye
on the clock, by walking round the whipping frame holding the strap with her
right hand and stroking it affectionately with her left. Her chosen technique
was clearly to be three quick strokes every minute.

As the second hand reached the top she was back in position with the strap
raised. This time it was brought down over the upper part of the buttocks. Then,
once more, she commenced the slow measured walk around the victim.

The third dose was laid across the lower part of the buttocks. This area was
clearly more sensitive and the girl reacted with a gasp, then a groan and
finally a short yell of distress. By now the audience were totally absorbed in
the procedure taking place in front of them. The absolute silence was
interrupted only by the sound of the strap; the muffled exclamations of the
prisoner and the measured tread of Miss Kenton's uniform boots as, once more,
she patrolled the punishment bench.

Nine strokes down, nine to go. But now the entire area of the girls buttocks
were a bright throbbing red with the thin lines that indicated where the edge of
the strap had struck, already turning a darker shade. Miss Kenton gently stroked
the marks with her fingertips, waited a further full minute, and then brought
down the strap to start the second half of the discipline.

The three across the upper surface slammed home. The prisoner's breathing had
become so irregular that there was scarcely any breath left to scream, only to
moan almost inaudibly.

The next three, across the centre seemed, to spur her vocal cords to more
effort.

"Please Miss..no more Miss!" came the grovelling plea.

Miss Kenton did not even break her step as the girls pleaded. Instead she gave a
satisfied smile as she raised her strap for the final three.

The firmness of Miss Kenton's young breasts had not been in question up to now,
but she brought the strap down with such venom for the last three strokes that
her breasts bounced with reaction each time. As the girl strained and struggled
hopelessly against her bonds Miss Kenton grimaced and gently massaged her
breasts with both hands as if to reassure them. She then stood at the girl's
side, feet apart and hands behind her back clutching the now warm instrument.

"The prisoner is now ready for inspection should any of the visitors require
it." She said with a broad smile. Two of the male guests and two female guests
walked over.

"Please examine the girls buttocks as you wish." She said.

Nervously, the older of the two males ran his hands over the now swollen nates,
feeling the heat that was building by the second. Miss Kenton leant across,
pulled the cheeks apart and exposed the girls cleft and anus.

"As you can see, Sir, the punishment has been very lenient and has not even
covered the entire area." She said looking directly into his eyes. The man
blushed and stuttered his agreement. One of the females, a very graceful lady of
around 40 years casually trailed her long fingernails across the ridges and
swelling.

"Will the prisoner be given any treatment to this area?" she enquired.

"No Madam, the purpose of this flogging is to hurt and we would avoid anything
that would cause any alleviation of the discomfort for obvious reasons."

"Indeed, indeed." Replied the woman as she ageing traced the marks, but this
time dragging her talon like nails harshly over the throbbing flesh.

In no time the girl was unstrapped and led back to the holding cell with her
clothes being thrown casually on the damp floor. She stood against the wall,
whimpering softly and massaging her flogged nates.

734 Cooper. On report for insolence to a junior wardress. Sentenced to receive
12 stroke of the birch across her naked buttocks.

A gentle gasp went around the room. The birch was a rarely used implement with a
justified reputation for severity. The two guards opened the cell door and the
next victim stood to attention then marched out and across the room to her fate.
Cooper was a tall slim female of around 35 years with fair hair drawn up into a
bun at the back of her head. Obediently she stripped naked down to her slim
modesty belt.

She was indeed slim with long thin legs and small rather immature breasts that
looked more like pointed cones with the pink aureole covering almost a third of
the area. She was led to a different whipping frame and ordered to mount it. She
did so with her knees and ankles  taking their position on padded supports some
three feet apart. She had to bend her stomach over a round bolster in order to
lay her elbows and wrists on two other padded supports that angled downwards.
Straps were tightened around her ankles, behind her knees, around her forearms
and around her wrists. She was then effectively held in a widely splayed all
fours position made worse by the stomach bolster forcing her spread buttocks
upwards so that they formed the high point of her body.

To the audience her entire crotch was on shameless display. The modesty strap,
having ridden up into her cleft providing little or no cover. Her light covering
of fair pubic hair did little to obscure her intimate secrets and her anus was
clearly visible either side of the thin garment. Further round the material had
been swallowed by her gaping vulva so that the fringed inner lips, pulled apart
by her position, were fully displayed and almost at a level with her taught
thighs.

The wardress selected for this event was Miss Winstanley, a heavily built black
lady with extremely short curly hair. She casually stepped forward, undid her
shirt displaying a large white support bra. This she rapidly discarded revealing
her melon like breasts with short thick brown nipples. As she walked over to a
tall water tank to retrieve the first birch they swung gently from side to side.
She took up position at the girl's head where she cupped her chin and forced her
to look up at both her disciplinarian and the birch.

The birch was in all respects as it should be. The dozen individual twigs were
of the approved length of 36 to 40 inches, they were bound at the handle and the
overall weight was within the tolerances specified. It was designed to be an
effective instrument when used to correct prisoners, especially those requiring
just that little bit extra to bring them into line. A spare to the same
specification was available and the liquid that they had both been steeped in
contained an effective disinfectant in case of any superficial skin damage. In
brief it was a regulation birch for a regulation punishment.


Swiftly the nurse swabbed the area down taking great care to apply the wet swab
generously around the partly exposed anus and genitalia.. This time the
antiseptic liquid could be seen to run down the anal cleft and into the vulval
cleft before it dripped into a pool on the floor.

Miss Winstanley moved to a position to the left of the proffered target, glanced
briefly at the Governess, raised the dripping birch into the air and let fly
with it across the undefended target.

To those in the audience who were puzzled by the necessity to place the prisoner
in such an embarrassing position, the first stroke provided the answer. As well
as landing on the slim buttocks, the flying twigs with their little hard buds,
also impacted around and into the pudenta.

It was rumoured that with the birch, the first stroke was always the worst.
Cooper's reaction seemed to support that view. Her thighs and lower torso was
free to move, and move it did in a violent bucking motion. Her lungs were
seemingly full of air which she expelled in a short but earnest scream of pain.

The second stroke was lower and a greater proportion of the buds found their way
into the more sensitive areas on the woman. This dispelled the theory about the
first stroke being the worst as the victim gasped and struggled to break free
with even greater effort.

Miss Winstanley, oblivious to the cadence of her swinging breasts lay four more
strokes across the same area at the top of the thighs. Each was a real sizzler
with the full power of her thick sturdy arm behind it. She then slowly walked
around to the girl's head, cupped her chin and raised it so that she could look
into her eyes. The audience was spared the sight of the reddened eyes and tear
stained face; the bared teeth and the dribbling saliva; neither did they hear
the whispered reminder from Miss Winstanley that there were still six strokes to
go.

Taking her position at the business end of the prisoner, the wardress carefully
brushed down the girl's thighs to remove some of the broken twiglets and buds
that were sticking to her. The flesh was an uneven pattern of small interlacing
weals. None were as severe in depth as a cane stroke but each would provide it's
own quotient of pain to make the sum a memorable level of agony.

The birch was still heavy despite losing some of it's mass. It took a strong
woman like Miss Winstanley to lay the next four stokes on at full force with
only seconds between each. She started at the top of the anal cleft and worked
quickly down to the top few inches of the thighs. Overcome either by the pain,
the humiliation or her own struggles, the wretched prisoner slumped against the
supports in a faint.

Swiftly the Doctor gave the nurses and order. One pulled her head up by her hair
and placed an open vial of smelling salts under her nose. The other quickly
swabbed down the emerging weals that were beginning to cover her rear. One or
both did the trick and the spluttering girl was straining against her bonds
within seconds.

"Continue infliction !" ordered Dpctor Hargreaves curtly.

Miss Winstanley, having stood aside without the slightest expression of concern,
moved back into position and raised her muscular arm.

The last two strokes were laid well into the area between the splayed legs and
impacting on the most sensitive surfaces of the cleft and inner lips. The
technique was known as "whipping in" by the staff. The prisoner though
overwhelmed with the pain only had the energy left to buck feebly and moan
pathetically. The birch was designed to break any prisoner and it most certainly
had on this occasion.

This time, as well as the two male and two female visitors coming forward they
were joined by the young lady who had complained about Daley. Looking flushed
and excited she ran her fingers over the swelling weals making sure that the red
and raw vulval lips were not left unchecked by her examination. Only then did
she give way to the inquisitive hands of one of the males.

Having ascertained that there were no questions, the senior wardress ordered
Cooper to be released. She was so unsteady on her feet that the two nurses, one
on each arm, escorted her back to the cell where she was lowered to a face down
position on her knees.

As she knelt whimpering and dribbling on to the hard floor the next command was
heard:

"377 Harper. On report for three Breast Related Demerits. Sentenced to sixteen
strokes of the cane across each bare breast."

With a low moan Harper stood up and marched across to where the wardresses were
now assembled, at the breast punishment frame.

The order was given to strip to the waist. She removed her shirt, stood for a
few seconds and then slowly unhooked her last protection and slipped it down
over her arms before it was taken from her by a nurse. She stood, arms at her
side, her large mature breasts hanging low on her chest. The short nipples were
deeply set into the aerolea by the fear of the coming pain. On receiving a nod
from Doctor Hargreaves the shorter of the two nurses produced a steel kidney
dish covered in a green cloth and placed it on the nearby table. She then
ordered the wretched woman to the "present" position. Harper snapped her hands
behind her head, placed her feet apart and forced her elbows hard back.

A murmur of surprise went round the visitors. Several were surprised at the
copious dark underarm hair that was displayed to them, all were impressed by the
way the position lifted the large mammaries making them appear totally
vulnerable.

The nurse produced what looked like a short syringe, applied the end to a nipple
and pulled out the plunger sucking the tender nipple into the tube. She repeated
the procedure for the other nipple leaving the two syringes dangling from the
breasts.

Mrs Gurney stood next to the prisoner and addressed the visitors:

"Well ladies and gentlemen we now arrive at the infliction of the Breast
punishment .

Before we start I will review the policy behind this form of discipline. The
prisoner is awarded a breast  related demerit or BRD for short if, and only, if
she commits an offence that we regard as breast related. These offences include
being caught wearing a soiled brassiere, wearing a non-regulation brassiere or
wearing a brassiere for some activity where we have ordered that no support may
be worn. An example of the latter would be if the female were found to be
wearing a bra when undergoing physical training or running and such like. The
policy here is that prisoners' breasts should not by confined or restricted in
any way during exercise. Naturally this may appear a little unfair to the larger
girls...but a rule is a rule and no latitude can be given simply because one
prisoner finds it a little uncomfortable."

At this point several of the larger ladies in the audience were shifting
uncomfortably in their seats.

"If three BRD's are collected then an automatic breast punishment is awarded.
The girl has only herself to blame as the rules are perfectly clear. This is
usually a set number of cane strokes. However, today will be different. Clearly
the object of the punishment is to hurt and not to damage. I have been advised
that a new form of implement can achieve more discomfort without any permanent
harm. I have authorised the use of that implement known as a flogger for this
prisoner."

" It is worth mentioning that several of you ladies asked me earlier whether any
leniency was extended in the event of the prisoner having a period, and
therefore having more sensitive and perhaps swollen breasts. It is most
certainly not considered an excuse for wearing a bra during exercise and it is
most certainly not considered a reason for leniency during a breast punishment.
If the individual prisoner has concerns of that nature then it is for her to
exercise more care in her conduct and not to expect us to bend our rules to
accommodate her particular hormonal cycle. As a matter of fact, I understand
that Harper has just started her period and that she is indeed a female who
suffers from acutely sensitive breasts at this time. As a woman myself I can
only feel some degree of sympathy for her. However, the flogging will take place
and I can but hope that this will give her even greater incentives to obey the
rules here in the Centre in the future"

" Miss James!"

At the mention of her name the most feared wardress on the staff appeared from
behind a partition carrying the device. She carefully handed it to the nearest
guest who, having examined it gingerly, handed it on to the next.

"Whilst you are examining the flogger my staff will prepare the prisoner. As you
can see she is at present having her nipples engorged to ensure that they do not
remain hidden during the whipping. She has also received an injection to promote
fluid retention that many of you ladies will empathise with."

A brief titter of amusement went round the audience.

Harper was led to the breast punishment frame. She was stood with her back to
the contraption, her hands placed behind the frame level with her neck and
secured tightly. This had the effect of forcing her elbows back even further
that the present position and subsequently thrusting her breasts forward.
Totally exposed and vulnerable they appeared even more of a tubular shape and
even more plumped up and sensitive from the medical treatment she had received. 
The suction tubes were removed with a plopping sound leaving the large brown
aureole decidedly puffy.

Next, the nurse swabbed her chest, sides and upper stomach down to where it
bulged slightly over the waistband of her skirt. Then both breasts were wiped
with the cold antiseptic fluid taking care to lift them to access the areas
underneath.

An eighteen-inch long triangular metal arm was placed between her legs and
lifted so that it fitted tightly under her crotch almost supporting her weight.
It engaged in the frame behind her leaving her skirt raised and lower panties
visible. The bulging around the panty crotch evidenced a large thick absorbent
pad. The hard apex pressed tightly into her sex through the pad and at any other
time would have felt comforting if not downright erotic. Her feet were then
pulled about a foot apart, increasing the weight on the support, and then her
ankles were strapped to the frame. A heavy leather strap was then tightened
around her waist making any movement impossible.

Finally, a small rubber bulb was pumped to inflate a pad between her shoulder
blades. This forced her chest even further forward against the pull of her
secured arms and the securing strap around the waist. Her wet shining breasts
were now fully presented, vulnerable and totally unprotected.

Miss James, having retrieved the whip from the guests, started to unbutton her
uniform shirt.

To be continued.

Chapter 31.

Miss James hesitated, then clicked her fingers in the direction of Stewart. He
hurried over in response to the summons and was told remove her tie and shirt
and then to  stand by to assist her, should she need him.

Having removed her tie he slowly unbuttoned her uniform shirt. He pulled it out
of the tight skirt waistband and, moving to her rear, slipped it off her
shoulders pulling it clear of her body. She was wearing the latest breast
support that had been demonstrated the previous evening. It certainly did leave
at least three-quarters of her large breasts totally bare yet it provided
considerable support to the underside so that they were thrust apart and
forward. Despite their size and weight the new bra kept the undersides just
clear of the chest. As she moved towards Harper, with Stewart following like an
obedient puppy, her breasts only nodded slightly in response to her movements.

To the male and several of the female guests, the display of what were two sets
of over-large mammaries caused some considerable head swinging as eyes switched
from one pair to the other as if at a tennis match. As soon as she reached her
victim Miss James commenced a careful examination of Harper's wet naked breasts
to ensure that both had been adequately swabbed with antiseptic, then, turning
to the female doctor, suggested that Harper be fitted with an oral bit.

The older of the two nurses located the device on one of the equipment boards.
She dipped it briefly in the bowl of antiseptic then, from a position behind the
woman, reached round, forced the dripping leather tube between her teeth and
strapped it behind her head pulling it tight into the now gaping jaws. Harper
spluttered in protest as the foul tasting liquid entered her mouth. It was
apparent that its purpose was to protect her teeth rather than to muffle her in
any way. The Punishment room was, after all soundproofed, and she would only be
assaulting the eardrums of those present.

Harper's trembling had now become visible. Her breasts could be seen quivering
as their owner's fear was transmitted to them.

Miss James took up position to the right of the secured female and glanced at
the Governess. The total silence of the room was broken by her sharp command:

"Commence punishment, sixteen strokes to each breast."

Miss James half turned away, raised her right hand holding the flogger over her
shoulder, raised herself on tip-toe.... and...brought the whip whirring down
across the upper surface of Harper's naked right breast.  It impacted with a
loud thwuck that sent a shiver of fear though every woman present. The target
flexed and swayed as it absorbed the impact and a half-scream forced its way
though the leather gag. Almost immediately the stroke was repeated three more
times. Each time Miss James, used not only her full arms reach, but also put her
not inconsiderable weight behind it to ensure that the thongs lashed in with
full force. It might be the Governess' idea to use a lightweight whip but she
would do her utmost to make each stroke count.

When the breast had stopped its jelly like wobbling, it could be seen that the
upper surface was covered in reddening small weals where the tips had hit.
Harper was left gasping. It seemed as if all the breath had been knocked out of
her, which, in a way was true as the weight of the flogger in Miss James's hands
had been felt right though her chest. Her eyes were wide and looking imploringly
at the wardress for help.

Without success.

Miss James shifted her feet slightly to change her position and aiming point.
The next four strokes were aimed at the inner side of the right breast from the
nipples to the centre of her chest. The flogger was brought in a motion parallel
with the ground from behind the wardress gathering speed and landing on the
softer inner flesh with a muffled thwuck each time. Again four strokes were laid
on leaving the inner cleavage marked and stinging. Again the soft breast was
forced to flatten and swing as it absorbed each lash and even the constrained
breasts of the wardress were swinging in unison as her body pivoted around to
put her weight behind the whip.

Miss James nodded at the younger nurse who, slipping on a thick leather glove,
stood in front of Harper. Grasping her right nipple she hefted the breast until
the entire underside was exposed. To the women in the audience this was known to
be the most sensitive and vulnerable part of a large heavy udder. Several of
them were clutching their own busts protectively.

Taking careful aim, Miss James let the thong tips rest on the floor behind her,
then brought them up with a final flick to hit the soft underside. As each
struck home the nipple was snatched upwards out of the nurses grasp and then the
breast came flopping down onto Harper's chest. Harper grunted each time and her
frightened eyes remained fixed to the implement following its movements.

The contrast between the breasts was now remarkable. The right almost covered in
angry short weals and the left still a vulnerable white. Harper moans could be
clearly heard. Her entire upper body was bathed in sweat.

Similarly, the torso of the wardress was also visibly damp but in her case from
the total effort that she was putting into the thrashing. She stood imperiously
nodding down to her breasts. Stewart grasped a small towel from a stand and
stood in front of her.

"Wipe me down Boy." She commanded.

He started by wiping the towel around her face and neck. She then she turned to
face the audience. Her wide muscular back was presented to him. He carefully
wiped it from the shoulders to the waist, acutely aware of how the scent of
disinfectant in the room was being replaced by that of raw female sweat. She
turned to face him. First he wiped down her arms, taking care to rub the profuse
under-arm hair dry, then, as carefully as he could, ran the damp towel over each
large breast in turn taking extra care on the underside where the mounds sagged
over the new bra cups. Finally he wiped round her firm stomach.

Methodically Miss James transferred the whip to her left hand and gave Stewart
her right one. He gently rubbed the towel over it and between her fingers and
then took the whip from her grasp to wipe the leather handgrip. He could not
help but run the rubber thongs through the towel aware that this moisture was
from Harper's breasts.

Miss James changed sides. Hope rose in Harper's mind, fighting against the pain
from the sore breast, and the feeling of total humilation: could it be that Miss
James was reducing the punishment?

A savage lash across the top of her left breast took her mind off thoughts of
leniency and brought her back to reality. Three more to the same place had her
struggling to turn, to move away, to protect these sensitive agonised parts of
her femininity from any more pain. The construction of the breast frame was
designed to prevent that type of antic and held her firmly.

The inner side of the breast was flogged then the underside was dealt with as
before. Harper's hopes were raised that the punishment was now over as she
braced against the frame desperately trying to absorb the pain from what felt
like two swinging sacks of agony.

Certainly Stewart was called forward, and, with a fresh towel, wiped the running
sweat of exertion from the wardress. She didn't need to raise her arms this time
for the raw smell of sweat to reach his nostrils. As he wiped her down he
speculated again at the injustice of the prisoners being punished for the
slightest infringement of their personal hygiene and yet the warders could be as
casual as they wished on the subject.

Miss James stood directly in front of her victim. "The implement of punishment
may have changed, Harper. But Dr Hargreave's recommendation to give those large
aureoles of yours a little bit of special attention hasn't. Eight strokes to go
I believe, more than enough to satisfy that request. I intend that you will
really feel these Harper."

She raised the whip over her left shoulder and, swinging around her hips,
brought it whirring across the breasts from left to right lashing the outer side
of the right breast. On the backstroke the outer side of the left breast was
struck. Harper was unable to tell which was hurting her more, the pain from the
stinging rubber lashes or the deeper ache from her large swollen breasts being
flung form one side of her chest to the other. Again the vicious lash from the
right then the left.

Miss James then moved back to the prisoner's right for two heavy lashes across
the aureole of the right breast, rapidly changing sides to complete the flogging
with two across the left breast. All four strokes landed on the sensitive
puckered brown skin and it's engorged nipple, first flattening the soft breast
then dragging itself clear across the sensitised flesh. Each time Harper tried
to scream but the breath had been knocked out of her and she could only manage a
guttural gasp.

Harper slumped against her supports as much as possible. Her breasts throbbed
and ached but even more her very body felt totally broken by the savage
discipline. The weals were slowly turning a purple colour and both breast aerole
were swollen and  glowing a bright red. She sobbed softly, this was by far the
most painful beating she had received but this had been on her breasts, the very
centre of her femininity...and she had been powerless to protect herself.

"Nurse, please remove the bit, Ladies and Gentlemen, please come forward for
examination and any questions that you may have for the prisoner" Miss James
announced to the room.

The visitors formed an orderly line to examine Harper. The first was a
distinguished looking man in his early sixties. Without hesitation he cupped the
hanging breasts with both hands and lifted them roughly turning them this way
and that to look at the marking. Holding them firmly he squeezed his fingers
tightly around the wealed flesh.

"First time that you have had these whipped?" he enquired.

"Y..yes Sir." Harper replied wincing.

He dropped both of them with a slap against her chest and transferred his grip
to the nipples, lifting them up on the pretext of further checking, pulling
against the weight of the breasts themselves.

"You seemed to complain even more when these bits were hit, surely they can't be
that sensitive?" as he spoke he gripped even tighter and twisted the swollen
throbbing discs. Harper threw her head back against the frame. Her eyes were
wide and looking up to her left; her teeth were bared as she forced herself to
accept the pain and indignity without answering back.

" Sorry Sir, but the nipples and surrounds...are...very sensitive and painful...
they hurt terribly." She stuttered, hoping desperately that he would show some
mercy and release her.

He did, but only after a minute in which he increased the grip and the twisting.
He stared into her eyes hoping for some rebellion that could be complained about
but Harper bared her teeth and hung on until he released her. His hands were
rapidly replaced by a lady guest's scraping finger nails, then another's cold
hands with her large rings turned inward so that they could be dragged across
the weals and nipples in an apparently sympathetic display of gently stroking
the whipped breasts.

A couple in their twenties were next. They grasped a breast each and proceeded
to examine and compare them for size and then marks. The female had a less
savage grip than her boyfriend but made sure that her talon like nails were used
to grip the large slippery breast as she twisted and turned it. Her boyfriend
then copied her movements as both breasts were lifted, twisted, pulled outwards
and then down as they were inspected.

" They look hardly marked," said the female, " I presume all this face screwing
up is a bid to gain our sympathy. I came to the last breast punishment session
here and believe me, when they get the cane across tits like this they really
feel it. She would have been screaming if we gripped them tightly."

So saying she gave the right breast a final savage squeeze and dropped it back
to the chest. Her boyfriend quickly did the same causing Harper to yell out
aloud.

"The prisoner will remain SILENT during examination!" snapped Miss James loudly.

It took a full ten minutes of further pain, groping and humiliation before
Harper was unstrapped and allowed to take a seat in the holding cell. She sat
there clutching her breasts protectively, gently trying to massage the pain
away.

The room emptied, Stewart and his squad were left to clean up and replace all
the equipment. All the females were subdued and thoughtful as they wiped the
frame down where the victims sweat had left it damp.

But, for one member of the squad there were other plans:

Following Daley's earlier accident she had been sent to the squad's punishment
room to await the pleasure of Miss Kenton. She in turn had managed a discrete
word with the Governess. It seemed that the young girl who had been involved was
the daughter of a local businessman. He himself wasn't there but his wife was
and Mrs Gurney had an important meeting scheduled with her in the afternoon.
Unlike the political people who merely gave out the Government monies, this lady
could pass on the very real and immediate money that her husband made. From what
the Governess had heard, he was delighted to let his bossy overweight wife and
spoilt daughter write cheques as they wished, provided that kept them off his
back.

The absence of the daughter would provide a perfect opportunity for Mrs Gurney
to screw the largest possible cheque from the woman whilst her daughter was kept
amused by Judith Kenton. Having reassured the lady that Daley would be dealt
with it was an easy task to convince her that her daughter should be allowed to
observe as part of the Centre's apology to her.  It was the lady's own
suggestion that  "Charlotte" be allowed to assist as an afternoon's diversion
for her.

Miss Kenton suggested that Charlotte accompany her to meet Daley. Charlotte was
tall, with her long fair hair fastened in a formal bun behind her head. She was
slim with small breasts and an attractive if somewhat horsey face with a large
nose. On the walk over to the block Miss Kenton went to great lengths to placate
the young girl. The last thing she was going to mention was any reference to the
stupid female's own fault in causing the accident. It was after, all the sort of
injustice that Daley and the others just had to learn to accept.

" Well, what can I say other than we view this sort of event as tantamount to
insolence. The fact that you are a guest of the Centre makes it even more
embarrassing for us. The Governess has given me carte blanche so any normal
restrictions to my powers of punishment need not concern us. I think I can
guarantee that we will be making this prisoner a very contrite woman indeed. I
take it that you have no experience at disciplining servants or suchlike?"

Charlotte pouted. "No, unfortunately!  I get constantly irritated by the way the
stable girls seem to be totally incapable of following my instructions, I only
wish that I could lay a crop across their backsides. It would certainly sharpen
them up a bit. It certainly works when I lay the crop on one of the horses."

She then glanced hopefully in Miss Kenton's direction. Miss Kenton smiled
broadly and continued:

" This could be a very interesting afternoon for you. My basic plan is that she
will have to be punished for her error, but there will be numerous opportunities
for us to amuse ourselves at her expense whilst we consider the form and
severity of that punishment. Can I take it that you have no inhibitions about
handling a female prisoner should it be necessary?"

"Let's just say that I have just spent seven years in a girls boarding school
and leave it at that." Charlotte laughed.

Meanwhile, in the punishment room, Daley awaited Miss Kenton's arrival.

She stood, at attention, on the small white painted disc; the designated place
for prisoners whose only instruction had been to "wait in the punishment room." 
She had been there for an hour with her arms, shoulders and legs becoming stiff.
She had no idea whether Miss Kent's arrival would be in several seconds or
several hours, neither did she have any idea of what she would be subjected to
when she arrived. All she knew was that she was in deep trouble and that the
last thing she should do was to make it any worse by not being in position when
she arrived. She was correct in her assumption that a CCTV camera was observing
her, but whether the actual screen that displayed the image of her was being
viewed she had no idea.

She stared at her reflection in a full-length mirror. She hardly recognised the
25 year old female that stared back. Her 5' 4'' frame was dressed in the
regulation and humiliating uniform of a schoolgirl, made even more humiliating
by her matronly bosom that seemed overlarge even for her slightly podgy figure.
The shirt was stained where the hot coffee had spilt all over her front running
down to her skirt. Anxiously she scanned her reflection to check that every rule
she could think of had been complied with. The tie was straight and tight to her
collar; all the buttons on her shirt were fastened; her skirt was the regulation
distance above her knees. She reached under her skirt and released the tight
white panties that had bunched themselves into her crotch area realising that
she would soon need to take a chance and visit the toilet

Noticing that the skirt had slipped slightly she gripped her waistband and was
pulling it up when....

"I thought I told you to be at attention GIRL!!!" came the furious sound of Miss
Kenton's voice.

Daley snapped back to the attention, all too aware that the hour or so spent in
that position had been frittered away by the slip of a few seconds. She had
hoped to prevent the situation getting worse for herself but now realised that
she had given the young wardress yet another opportunity.

"As you well know Daley, this is the young lady that you so stupidly bumped
into. The Governor has asked me personally to ensure that she leaves the Centre
with the impression that you are suitably sorry for your carelessness. How I
achieve that has been left to my own discretion, but it might warn you that the
normal restrictions for my rank do not apply in your case. This won't be a
gentle three strokes of a strap my girl."

"Present!"

Daley snapped to the ordered position. Miss Kenton stood in front of her with
Charlotte.

" This is the position a prisoner takes up when we intend to inspect her. As you
can see the entire body may well be clothed but essentially it is available for
examination. No matter how embarrassing this procedure may get I can almost
guarantee that she won't dare to impede us by moving or bringing her hands down.
Run your hands all over her and satisfy yourself that she remains in position."

Charlotte stood close to Daley. She was far taller than the prisoner was and
much slimmer. She looked into the older female's eyes and found herself flushing
with excitement at the thought of having her totally in her power. She then
reached towards her with her palms open and ran her hands over her shoulders,
under her arm pits feeling the slight dampness and then around her arms until
she reached the girl's hands. Next she reached behind to gently stroke her back,
standing so close that her breasts were almost touching Daley's face. Bringing
her hands forward she increased the pressure as her hands again rubbed against
the damp armpits and slid down to the waist.

She sensed and heard Daley sigh with relief that this was not going to be a
personal examination and that her breasts were to to be left alone. She allowed
almost thirty seconds of relaxation before suddenly placing both of her palms
firmly against the prisoner's breasts.

Daley flinched with shock but maintained position. Charlotte cupped both of her
shirt-encased breasts, lifting and palpating them thoughtfully. She would later
admit that she was surprised by their size and firmness, given that her own were
relatively small. The stain from the coffee was still moist to the touch and had
obviously soaked through to the brassiere. The nipples were already swelling
under the young girl's fingertips. To add to Daley's embarrassment; Charlotte
grasped them firmly, looking into the prisoner's eyes.

"Have you had your breasts whipped yet?" she asked in a mock tone of sympathy.

"No Miss" replied Daley starting to sense that this young bitch was enjoying her
position of power.

"Collected any Breast Related Demerits yet?" she continued increasing the grip
on the now engorged nipples to the point that Daley was starting to fidget.

"Nnno Miss, none". Stuttered the now grimacing woman.

With a final sharp twist Charlotte released her grip and turned towards Miss
Kenton.

"I understand from what the Governor said, that a BRD can be awarded for a dirty
bra. I think we had better check for ourselves."

Miss Kenton, delighted that her young friend was learning so quickly,
complimented her on her knowledge of the rules and then ordered Daley to remove
her tie and shirt, place them on an adjacent table and return to the spot and
assume the "present" again.

In a flurry of activity Daley followed the orders and stood rigidly at the
present. Her bra was indeed soiled. The coffee had soaked into the right cup but
the left was also stained. Her flesh, where exposed, was a bright pink from the
near boiling liquid and looked sore and tender.

Again, Charlotte played with the two protrusions in the bra material that were
formed by the prisoner's excited nipples, gripping each tightly and shaking
firmly to cause the breasts to ripple in response.

"It seems so unfortunate that we have to award a BRD for this bra," continued
Charlotte in a whining sarcastic voice " Her breasts seem to have been made
really sore by all that hot coffee and the thought of having to take the whip
over them must be really awful."

"Not our problem," retorted Miss Kenton, "Our policy here is never to accept
excuses, her bra is soiled so she gets a BRD...unless of course..." her voice
tailed off.

Charlotte was intrigued and pressed for an explanation. Miss Kenton told her
that some wardresses when awarding a BRD would give the option of an unofficial
breast punishment instead. If the prisoner was prepared to accept what they
referred to as a "Breast Spanking" the whole thing could be forgotten about.
This usually consisted of giving each breast a number of swats with perhaps a
hand or a table-tennis bat and, whilst rather unpleasant, could at least delay
the sort of formal breast whipping that they had seen earlier.

" I feel pretty badly about the way this slut has behaved today and I would be
more than happy for you to carry out the punishment if you wish." Miss Kenton
concluded. "Let's put it on her slate as it were- and deal with it later."

Daley was left out of the conversation. She had to just stand there and hear her
breasts being discussed. Miss Kenton however was more than aware that a
discussion was not necessary, as any prisoner in her right mind would jump at
the choice.

Charlotte continued with her examination of the female. She ordered her to
remove her bra and resume the position. An area of pink flesh extended over the
right breast and ran down to the waistband that indicated the area splashed by
the coffee. It was obviously far from being a burn, but as Charlottes scraping
nails revealed it was non-the less, super sensitive.

The prisoner's breasts were indeed firm, and the removal of their supporting
brassiere resulted in virtually no sagging. Charlotte ran her fingertips under
the breasts where they scarcely touched her chest. More of these beauties later,
she thought, stepping back. She glanced at Miss Kenton who nodded her assent and
Charlotte gave her next order:

"Skirt off girl, let's have a look at your knickers."

Blushing, Daley unfastened her short uniform skirt and removed it. The coffee
stain had soaked down to the waistband of the tight white regulation panties. It
still felt damp as Charlotte ran her finger around the waistband pulling it
clear of the pinkened skin so that she could look inside. Her investigations
were cut short by a furious outburst from Miss Kenton directed at the hapless
prisoner.

" Not only do you offend our guests Daley, but you also seem intent on flouting
the rules concerning the cleanliness of your uniform. This offence would
normally be dealt with by the Governor in a formal punishment, however, I will
have to punish you and I intend that you should suffer for your carelessness and
stupidity. Strip off your panties, hand them to Miss Charlotte for inspection
and then remove your stockings and suspender belt."

Daley struggled out of her underwear, placed the stockings on the table with her
other clothing. She then held her panties in both hands as she had been trained,
so that the crotch was open and exposed to the young girl for her inspection.
Charlotte stared intently hoping to find fault but was disappointed by the
cleanliness of the material.

The coffee stain, however, was sufficient cause for Miss Kenton. She ordered
Daley back to the "present" and stood, with Charlotte at her side, on front of
her.

"The soiled panties will require a punishment to be inflicted, but before we
progress any further Charlotte, perhaps you would like to satisfy yourself that
the hot coffee has not caused any burns that we cannot immediately see. Please
feel free to thoroughly examine the prisoner using any equipment that you
consider necessary. Naturally you will wish to wear a pair of latex gloves."

Charlotte could not believe her luck. Here stood an older female totally
available for her to taunt, tease or torment as she wished. She slowly donned
the gloves that she had been handed.

" Im afraid Daley," she almost whispered," that this will have to be a rather
personal and embarrassing examination. I have little experience in this field so
you may find this uncomfortable and distressing, but it has to be done. Climb up
on that table!"

The naked prisoner climbed, as elegantly as any naked female could, onto the
steel covered inspection bench. Neither Daley nor Miss Charlotte was aware that
it was the very same table that Stewart had found himself on the previous day.
Miss Kenton had heard how convenient the device was and asked that it be moved
into her domain. Miss Kenton secured Daley's head in the dog collar that held
her neck between the uprights as if she were a bitch awaiting the attentions of
a veterinary doctor. Daley's wrists were secured above her head level but, for
the time being, the other straps were left unfastened.  With the hands secured
just above head level, Daley's breasts were left hanging freely just clear of
the cold steel surface. The position of the prisoner's head, slightly lower than
her shoulders ensured that her buttocks were thrust up and her entire
hindquarters were presented in a lewd and humiliating manner.

Miss Charlotte walked slowly around the inspection table, her heels clicking on
the floor of the punishment room. She held her glove encased hands behind her
back as she looked over her victim from all angles taking in the hanging breasts
and indecently splayed crotch wondering if her own, most intimate lips gaped so
shamelessly if they were displayed in that manner.

Again she circled as Daley, although accepting the inevitable, became
increasingly nervous.

She stopped and advance upon the prisoner from the side.It was to be the
breasts.

Daley was unable to turn her constrained head to see what was happening. The
first thing she felt was the rubbery feel of Miss Charlottes left hand reaching
underneath her breasts to gently brush each nipple with the palm of her hand.
When the nipples were involuntarily erect the young girl leant her right hand
over her back; her left under her chest and simultaneously gripped both nipples
between her finger and thumbs then shaking them firmly causing the hanging
udders to ripple in response.

Daley gritted her teeth and tried to absorb the pain as the nipples were shaken
and her breasts shook. Charlotte had always hated her fellow schoolgirls who
were as well endowed as this prisoner, always hated the way that they flaunted
their naked breasts in front of her and their dismissive remarks about her own
"gnat bites". Now was the time to get even. She shook and shook with Daley now
gasping with the pain until her wrists became tired and she finally released her
with a savage extra squeeze.

Both girls were left panting, Daley with pain and Miss Charlotte with exertion
and not a little sexual excitement. Her gloved finger was then placed at Daley's
neck and slowly dragged down the length of her spine. As it reached the buttock
crease she hesitated and then slowly brought it down between the tight cheeks to
a point just above the prisoner's anus.

Miss Kenton recognised Charlotte's technique. Firstly give the victim orders so
that she begins to realise that she is under someone's control, then slowly run
the hands and fingers over each and every secret and sensitive part of the body
to establish the total right to do whatever you wish to her.

Charlotte's finger continued its travel downwards. She ordered the prisoner to
spread her legs and at the same time firmly pressed the fingertip into the
puckered anus. She pressed just firmly enough to cause Dally to grunt softly
then moved down to cup, firmly but gently, the prisoner's pubic mound. In truth
Charlotte felt nervous herself but also realised that she would have the
opportunity to continue the exploration later.With a quick furtive stroke of her
second finger to the gap in the vulval lips, she withdrew her hand and stepped
back.

Miss Kenton walked over to the bench and unstrapped the confused female,
ordering her to her feet. The time had come, in her view, for Daley to receive
her punishment.

She led Charlotte over to the racks of equipment. The canes, straps, crops and
clamps.

"Let's see Charlotte, so far your only experience in laying on a punishment has
been with a riding crop on one of your horses?"

Charlotte confirmed the fact adding that she had been known around the stables
for being prepared to lay the crop on hard. She excitedly unhooked one of the
slimmer, longer crops with a short knotted tassel at the tip.

"I always preferred one like this as it could be made to whistle beautifully,"
she said,  " and of course, the thinner the shaft the more it must sting. I also
found that the tassel could be useful to give the dangler a sharp flick or two
if it started to erect!"

Miss Kenton smiled and said that she would have to meet the male prisoner they
had in the centre as he could certainly do with her attention in that area. In
the meantime she agreed with Charlottes choice of equipment as being suitable to
inflict sufficient pain on the offender but also an item in which she was well
experienced.

" I hope that you are feeling energetic Charlotte, because it is now time for
you to work out your annoyance on the hide of this prisoner. Now, where shall we
start?"

To be continued.

Chapter 32.

"It's always difficult getting the feel of a new implement, so before you use it
properly on the girl, try a few practice flicks," advised Miss Kenton.

Charlotte placed the crop on a side table whilst she removed her expensively
tailored jacket, she then gripped the horsewhip by the leather bound grip in her
right hand and examined it carefully. It was black in colour about three feet
long and very thin. It seemed to consist of tightly woven cotton around a
springy rod of some sort. The end terminated in a six inch knotted tassel of
waxed cord. She raised it high in the air and brought it down with a high
pitched whistling sound. It was designed to make a large horse aware of its
rider's displeasure, so it should be extremely effective on the softer hide of
the prisoner. If only she could use it on some of those stable girls that she
employed...

" It is almost unheard of a visitor, particularly one your age, to be permitted
to thrash a prisoner, but since the Governess has personally authorised the
punishment make the most of it. Just remember that the purpose of punishment
here is to inflict pain but under no circumstances can the skin be broken or
cut.  We can start by having a few practice flicks with that tassel thing. Stand
behind her and try a few flicks on her outside thighs as you would one of your
horses."

Daley was manhandled by Miss Kenton into a position facing away from the
eighteen-year old. She was at the present and braced herself ready for the pain.
Charlotte stood directly behind her and gently ran the knotted tip of the crop
up her right side starting from the outside of her knee to the soft armpit. She
then stroked the tassel up her left side in the same way and finally, starting
on the inside of her left knee, stoked the tip up her inner thigh, across her
crotch and down to her other knee. Suddenly she transferred to corded knots to
the outside of the right leg and with a practised flick, hit the side of the
knee joint.

The sharp pain made Daley jump slightly realising that the stroking was over and
that the pain had begun.

Miss Charlotte again traced Daley's outline, but this time with bitingly sharp
flicks of the tassel. It struck up her right side, thighs, waist, ribs and outer
side of her breast until the last stroke whipped into her soft and sensitive
armpit. The left side was dealt with and then attention was given to the inner
triangle formed by her spread knees. This time the tassel was brought stingingly
into contact with the soft skin of the inner thighs. First the left leg then the
right. Finally four flicks were brought up to the spread crotch, each hurting
like hell. As the crop was snatched away it caught on the long pubic hairs and
snatched a few out at their roots. Despite her self-control the latter strokes
had Daley squirming with pain and shock as each flick was laid on.

"Turn sideways to me girl" ordered Miss Charlotte, warming to the task.

Daley did so. She was certainly a little chubby but her breasts stood firmly
away from her chest without the usual sag of the heavier female. Casually Miss
Charlotte pressed the end of the crop under the nearest one, lifted it and
allowed it to drop. Slowly she then touched the nipple with the tassel and
raised the crop for a flick. Daley tried but couldn't stop herself: she
instinctively drew back.

"KEEP STILL DALEY!" shouted Miss Kenton. "Any more movement and I will have to
reconsider allowing you to take an unofficial breast punishment.

Daley froze, and immediately the tip of the crop was flicked whistling down
across her soft pink nipple. Her even white teeth were still bared with the lips
pulled back in a grimace when the other nipple received a similar flick. Both
aerolea were now engorged and the stubby nipples protruded as if in excitement.
Miss Charlotte then spent several minutes toying with them, first dragging the
stem of the crop backwards and forwards under the teats then over the upper
surface forcing them to point towards the floor. To an observer nothing had been
done to Daley's breasts that would cause real pain, but to Daley her breast tips
were becoming increasingly sore and tender. Add to that the sheer humiliation of
having to stand rigidly at the present whilst this much younger girl amused
herself by causing her pain and discomfort.

Miss Kenton walked over to one of the equipment racks. She returned carrying a
leather belt device that Daley recognised only too well, although from the
puzzled look on Charlotte's face, she did not.

"In view of you horse experience perhaps you would like to put the prisoner
through a little dressage training," she said with a broad smile across her
face." This is called an understrap and is used as a punishment device for the
female crotch. I'm told that it is a bitch to wear and can really hurt,
particularly when the wearer is made to exercise."

Miss Charlotte carefully examined the waist belt and then the thin knotted
crotch strap that dangled from it. The damp and stained leather thong certainly
looked as if it had been well used and she could well imagine how such a device
could chafe delicate female skin if fitted tight into the cleft. She carefully
fitted the waistband around Daley. Miss Kenton then ordered Daley to squat on
the stainless steel table, explaining that it was essential to have the buttocks
and legs spread to achieve a good fit. Charlotte reached between the prisoner's
spread thighs to retrieve the dangling thong and brought it up tightly between
the opened buttocks and pouting vulval lips to clip it to the front clasp on the
waist band. She made very sure that the compressive force of the elastic section
pulled the thong tightly into the sensitive furroughs of the girl's crotch.

Miss Kenton then ordered Daley to lie on her back, spread her knees and lift
them up to her chest. The prisoner lay back blushing furiously, knowing only too
well how her entire crotch was now blatantly displayed to the young girl and how
the bruises from previous thrashings must be visible. The Wardress pointed out
the placing of the knots in the thong. Two, about two centimetres apart pressed
against the outer circumference of the brown puckered anus. Other knots snuggled
into the yawning vagina where they would soon be chaffing the soft inner labia.
She mentioned how the strap could be worn under the panties, so that anyone
watching the girl would have no idea about what was causing the comfort she was
certain to display. She also discussed the advantage of placing the under-strap
over the regulation white panties and how that might reduce the effect slightly,
but was almost bound to increase the chances of the panties becoming marked.
That dress offence most certainly requiring some formal punishment. However she
was not fully satisfied. Unfastening the thong she tied a further double knot so
that when it was refastened and tightened, the addition pressed hard against the
nubbin of the hapless girl's clitoris. Satisfied, she ordered her down from the
table.

"Right Charlotte, I suggest you start by giving her a few exercises that may
enable her to feel the effects of the under-strap. Do feel free to inspect her
as often as you wish to ensure that the knots are doing their job."

Charlotte thought for a moment and then ordered her to lie on her back on the
floor of the punishment room.

"Raise your backside in the air, support it with your hands with your elbows on
the floor and when I say commence, I want to see you cycle with your legs and
feet."

"Commence!"

For the next five minutes she watched as the girl exercised, sometimes ordering
her to move her feet slowly, other times fast and furiously. She stood over the
girl holding the crop high and ordering her to touch it with her toes on each
rotation of her feet. Then she squatted down so that she had an uninterrupted
view between the prisoner's legs. She extended the arm that held the crop and
placed it between the pumping thighs telling the girl that she was not to
contact the implement ensuring that Dally had to spread her legs as she cycled,
displaying her increasingly sore crotch to the young girls view.

Miss Kenton didn't need to see the way in which the anal area and soft inner
labia were showing the effects of the constant chaffing to know that Dally was
suffering. The gasps and the clenched teeth were enough evidence for her.
Charlotte was a little more thorough. She ordered the girl to stop and to
stretch out her legs either side of her keeping them at ninety degrees to the
horizontal. She then lent forward between the stressed and trembling limbs to
examine the splayed crotch. She noted the anus that was now a reddish brown and
the way that the thong had irritated to inner membranes of the vagina turning
them more red than pink. The clitoris had swollen under the stimulation and
looked as sore as she was sure it felt.

"On your feet!" she snapped, standing herself.

The next exercise was to be running on the spot, but even that had to be made as
difficult as possible. Miss Charlotte gripped the centre of the crop and held it
across the girl's front and parallel to the floor. When the running commenced
she then had to bring each knee up to touch the crop but without contacting
Charlottes clenched hand. To add to the difficulty of getting the pounding knees
up she also had to keep them splayed. It would have been easy for Miss Charlotte
to lower the crop but instead she kept it just below the prisoner's waist level
to cause her the maximum friction from the under-strap.

There was the added bonus in that the exercise caused Daley's breasts to bounce
uncontrollably as she struggled to get her knees up high enough. How long had
young Charlotte waited to get one of these large breasted bitches in this sort
of position she thought to herself. And this was just the start!

Five long minutes later Charlotte called a halt to the exercise. Daley stood,
trembling with fatigue and dripping in sweat as she gulped down lungfulls of
air. The salty perspiration ran down her body and was channelled between her
legs, stinging and burning where it touched the abraded areas where the thong
and knots had chafed.

The final exercise was jumping with feet together then astride, each with a
rebound. Arms were to be at the side with feet together and hands clapped over
head when the legs were astride. Again Miss Kenton gave her apprentice full
marks. Not only was the thong bound to flex and chafe but the large breasts were
once more in full bounce. The full five minutes were encouraged with the tip of
the crop cracking against the thighs, both the outside and, when spread, the
soft inner surfaces. Charlotte shouted words more of threat than encouragement:

"Harder girl!"

"Wider, Wider" with a sharp flick.

Daley was ordered to stop.

" Enough exercise for the moment, it's time to see how well you can lay that
crop on Charlotte." Said Miss Kenton with a broad smile, obviously pleased with
her pupil's progress.

Daley was led over towards a vaulting horse with one hangrip removed and told to
lay over the sloping end. Her feet were on the floor and her hands were extended
in front of her where, without being told, she grasped the remaining grip and
slumped down on the leather surface breathing heavily. Miss Kenton pointed out
the way her position spread her legs and buttocks wide, whilst keeping the
muscles relaxed.

"This position must certainly add to the girl's humiliation," commented the
young girl, tracing the anal and vaginal areas with the tip of the crop." I had
no idea how much a female displays...I wouldn't like my crotch to be on display
in such a blatant way."

"In view of your equestrian expertise I think it would be better if we started
by you mounting the prisoner. Stand at the end of the horse and vault up onto
her back." Ordered Miss Kenton.

Charlotte stood between the girl's splayed legs, placed the crop in her teeth
and pulled her tight skirt up to her waist revealing her designer panties and
suspenders gripping the tops of her stockings. She leant forward, placed her
palms flat on the small of the prisoner's back and jumped up and forwards
landing on her spread buttocks. Charlotte quickly scrambled forward until her
stockinged thighs were either side of the girl's back and her pantied crotch was
pressing uncomfortably down on the girl's moist and slippery back.  She then
transferred the crop to her right hand, grasped a generous handful of the
prisoner's hair in her left and gripped the sides of the horse with her lower
legs.

Charlotte sniffed the air with a look of distaste. " Miss Kenton, how often do
these females have to shower? This one smells worse than one of my horses after
a long run."

" You must remember Charlotte that this is a warm room and even though Daley is
naked, you have worked her fairly hard so she has certainly broken into a
sweat." Miss Kenton slowly explained."The main problem with nearly all the
females here is that they will break out into a sweat at the very sight of a
cane or strap once they have felt them a few times. It's a sort of fear
reaction. Some actually wet themselves in front of you as well as smell like
animals. It stops worrying you after a time and you just learn to accept it as
evidence that you are frightening her sufficiently."

Explanation over she suggested that Charlotte lay three strokes across Daley's
right flank as if she was a horse. With hardly any hesitation Charlotte renewed
her grip on the hair and brought the crop whistling down three times. Each
stroke lashed into Daley's soft right thigh diagonally just below the hip. The
reaction to the sudden sharp pain made her buck on the horse but Charlotte
simply rode the slippery bouncing back until the movement had ceased and her
pantied crotch was fully seated again. Without being told she transferred the
grip on the hair and crop to the opposite hands and gave a rapid three lashes
with the crop over the left thigh. Again it was only her long practice that
enabled her to remain "saddled" as the prisoner bucked and squirmed.

All three females now sensed that the serious punishment was about to take
place. Charlotte slid backwards over the prisoner's buttocks and down her thighs
lowering her skirt to more modest levels as her feet touched the floor. She
stood to the left of the girl's proffered body and looked towards Miss Kenton
for her cue.

"Daley, you will now receive twelve strokes with the crop across your buttocks.
I have decided that you will not be secured and will have to control yourself
during the thrashing. At no time will you attempt to climb off the horse or
protect yourself with your hands. My advice is to grip that hand hold and hang
on like hell."

She nodded to Charlotte and in acknowledgement; the young female swung round to
address the target, raised the crop and brought it down across the undefended
nates.

The crop came down with a whistling sound across the centre of the buttocks. It
struck with the tapered cotton-bound rod across the anal cleft leaving the
tassel to whip into the right flank. Daley gasped with the simple shock of the
pain that soon followed then bucked and squirmed as she absorbed that pain.
Charlotte stood back and drew the tassel tip down between her cheeks to stroke
the protected anus. She carefully pushed the crop tip under the understrap until
the tassel was free, then, centering the tip over the very anus, slowly dragged
the tassel knots under the strap so that each chafed against the sensitised
opening as it was dragged over it. Each knot caused Daley to flinch. The dense
anal hair caught and twisted by the knotted tassel was tugged and pulled with
several small bunches being pulled slowly out by the roots.

Charlotte carefully examined the tassel then brought it up under Daley's nose,
sawing it to and fro so that the hairs irritated her nasal openings and she
sneezed several times. She then slowly cleaned the tassel of the small dark
hairs, repositioned her feet and brought the crop down for the second stroke.
This time aiming the tip so that the knots lashed into the right buttock once
again Just as the crop sprang free, Charlotte raised it high and brought it down
for the third stroke, across the join of the thighs to the seat.

Daley yelped as the shock of the pain from this sensitive area hit her. It was
true to say that Charlotte was neither flogging severely or indiscriminately,
rather to Miss Kenton's approval, she was simply ensuring that her victim was
kept in a constant state of anticipation as to where and how the next stroke
would fall. All that Daley could do was to accept without question, hang on to
the handgrip and try not to lose control.

The next three strokes were simple and straightforward. They were laid across
the lower chubby part of the prisoner's seat, rapidly and evenly with the tassel
cutting into the right thigh as it whipped round.  Daley bucked and heaved on
the horse almost falling off at one point. Miss Charlotte moved round to the
head end and held the girl firmly by the back of the neck until the movement had
abated to a simple twitching of the lower half of her body.

"I doubt very much that she will be able to take much more without trying to get
off the horse", remarked Charlotte. "I think I had better help her to take the
last few strokes by holding her down."

With that she pulled up her tight skirt and mounted the prostrate girl sitting
across her shoulders facing her spread buttocks. The girl's back was slippery
with sweat and Charlotte knew that she would need all the strength of her
horserider thighs to hold her seat once the pain surged through the female. Her
next two strokes were laid quickly and vertically down the surface of Daley's
right thigh. The impact of the the thin crop was bad enough, especially where it
crossed the weals from the earlier strokes, but the whipping effect of the
tassel as it hit the sensitive thigh tops caused the victim to screech with
pain. She gulped in large lungfuls of air despite the weight of the
disciplinarian on her rib cage. Her feet were lifted from the floor as she tried
to twist and turn with only Charlotte's weight pinning her to the punishment
horse.

Two more similar strokes were inflicted on the right buttock. Charlotte could
not help but feel a surge of sexual excitement as the wet back muscles bucked
against her pantied crotch and she slid backwards and forwards in her human
saddle.

"Just two strokes left, Charlotte", Miss Kenton reminded her knowing that from
her behaviour so far, she would make them both unusual and painful. Charlotte
did not disappoint.

The next stroke was brought down into the sweaty gap between the buttocks, it
lashed into the inner cleft of the right cheek, the cleft that was only exposed
by the prisoners unladylike spread. The rod part of the crop dug deeply into the
soft white flesh and the tassel whipped down and round to impact a fraction of a
second later into the plump and hairy right side of her vulva.

Daley lost control as her legs flew up straight behind her in an attempt to
protect her crotch. Despite the weight of Miss Charlotte on her shoulders she
lifted the girl up as she brought her knees together and pulled them up the
horse. There was no sympathy from a furious Miss Kenton:
"DOWN GIRL and back into position!!!" Miss Kenton yelled. "Otherwise I will take
that crop and whip some obedience into you myself".

Daley did not doubt Miss Kenton's word in any way and she rapidly slumped back
into the splayed position on the horse. But even Miss Kenton's shouts could not
calm the frantic writhing of the girl's sturdy thighs. Even so, the target was
suddenly open to her view and Charlotte quickly, but accurately slashed at the
inner left cheek.

Once again the crop rod struck home and the tassel, continuing to travel,
impacted only partly the left outer lip and instead hit the softer, more
sensitive inner lip that had been forced into prominence by the understrap and
the girls writhings. Daley shrieked with shock and pain but the fight had gone
from her and after the initial flinch, she just lay against the horse, sobbing
with the pain and humiliation.

Charlotte released her grip with her thighs and slowly slid down the sweaty back
and over the wealed buttocks until her panties scraped on the leather of the
horse. She then threw her left leg over the punishment block and, feet together,
stood upright.

She joined Miss Kenton who was already sitting in one of two comfortable chairs
facing into the room. Daley was given several minutes to compose herself and
then the snivelling girl was ordered to the present in front of them. She looked
at Miss Kenton through her reddened eyes and suddenly became aware that she was
holding her soiled bra in her hands. Her suffering was by no means over. Miss
Charlotte's hands were empty but her eyes were examining every detail of Daley's
naked breasts and the quizzical expression on the young girl's face offered
little comfort.

"Tell me Charlotte, have you ever had your breasts punished in any way,"
enquired Miss Kenton.

Charlotte, a little embarrassed, explained that she had never been punished as
such but she had certainly had her nipples tweaked painfully of several
occasions at her old school. There was one Senior prefect who, endowed with
large breasts herself would make Charlotte stand to attention and then play with
her small immature breasts while she made various humiliating remarks about
their size and how she looked more like a boy. She would always finish the
bullying by gripping both of the nipples, which were reasonably well developed
and squeezing them painfully for several seconds until Charlotte's knees
buckled. She went on to say that she fully appreciated that in a penal
institution sensible punishments applied to breasts was only to be expected
especially when such punishments could be easily avoided by the prisoner. She
then gave a sly knowing smile to Miss Kenton.

"Indeed, indeed," Miss Kenton replied. "Well, today Daley has failed to avoid
such punishment and although it will be an "unofficial" I intend that it will
certainly make her eyes water. She is well developed in that area and they seem
both large and firm so they can absorb a fair amount of pain. True, her nipples
are a little tender and swollen from the effects of that crop tassel but that
can't be helped."

"Will we be removing the understrap first?" enquired Charlotte. It must be
chaffing her quite severely after all that exercise.

"I hope so," snapped Miss Kenton, "that is certainly the purpose of it. I always
feel that the last hour of being understrapped is the most effective time so it
would be foolish of us to lose that benefit. Still, you had better check the
tightness just in case it has worked loose."

Charlotte stood up and walked over to the prisoner, sniffing the perspiring
girl's scent with disapproval. Moving to her rear she placed her forefinger
under the strap at the top of her buttock crease and suddenly jerked it upwards.

It was impossible for Daley to accurately define where the sore points were in
the bisected crotch, as each knot had chafed it's own impression on the
sensitive flesh. Where the skin and hair had been relatively gently rubbed by
just the cruel thin thong it was extremely tender, but in the area of the knots
it was raw and stinging. The sudden vicious snatch had felt like hot cigarettes
suddenly being stubbed out and she reacted instantaneously. She stood on her
left leg with her right knee bent and then her thighs slammed together.

Realising her error, she struggled back into the "present" albeit with her teeth
bared and mouth open. She did not need to look in Miss Kenton's direction to
know that she would be furious. The rules were clear and had been explained over
and over again:

"Prisoners placed in the "Present" position will remain in that position
whatever discomfort or embarrassment may be caused by an inspection. A limited
amount of flinching is accepted but any gross movement of position will result
in further training until the prisoner demonstrates her ability to remain with
legs well apart, hands on head and shoulders well back."

Daley knew that she had only herself to blame. She should have braced herself
but the sudden onset of pain caused by the understrap tightening had caught her
by surprise. She had always managed to hold her position in the past despite the
probing fingers of the wardresses not to mention the use of their sharp
fingernails. It was a favourite technique of many of the staff as once a
prisoner was in the designated position they would have to accept any degree of
intimate fondling of breasts or orifices that the wardress wanted. If a female
tried to protect herself by moving, twisting or using her hands she would be
made to suffer...and then the procedure would be repeated as an assessment of
her obedience.

But how would she be made to suffer? The answer was soon given by a red-faced
Junior wardess:

" It seems clear to me that Daley seems to think that she has the right to
decided when and if she has to hold a position. Charlotte, perhaps you would be
kind enough to exercise this prisoner for three two minute periods after which
you will allow her to demonstrate how she can remain still when being
inspected."

Charlotte thought for a few moments as to how she could cause Daley the maximum
pain and embarrassment. Daley stood rigidly in front of her, sweating profusely.

"On the command "Begin", you will commence running on the spot with knees high
until you hear the second command "Stop". Is that understood girl? Enquired
Charlotte?

"Yes Miss." Came the nervous reply.

"Begin!"

Daley immediately started pumping her thighs and legs as high as she could. She
knew that she could afford no more mistakes and whatever the soreness and pain
she felt between her legs she knew that she had to keep moving. It didn't help
that she was not the most athletic of females and the extra weight she carried
only added to the burden. Her large breasts were bouncing and swaying with
droplets of perspiration being thrown from them. This uncontrolled movement of
the large globes would normally be a punishment in itself but concentrated as
she was on overcoming the pain from her crotch, their discomfort was hardly
noticed. Eventually the order to stop came leaving the prisoner gulping in huge
breaths as she resumed the present position awaiting her next order.

The next exercise was astride jumping with a rebound bounce. Arms at the side
and feet together for one little jump, and then arms wide and feet wide for
another bounce and so on.  The timing was called by Charlotte who insisted on a
brisk pace, despite the obvious anguish on Daley's face.

For the final exercise Charlotte ordered her to lay on her back on the floor,
lift her legs vertically, lift her backside from the floor and support it with
her hands and elbows and then commence a cycling movement. Daley didn't even
consider the humiliating position this placed her in with her entire crotch
exposed to the two females. All she could think about was the incessant chafing
as the understrap pulled on the sensitive flesh as the legs gyrated. It was
almost a relief when Charlotte ordered the knees to be splayed for the final
minute of the exercise as that relieved some of the tautness of the strap,
unfortunately at the expense of displaying her intimate areas even more. The
watching females peered down at the sweating pumping prisoner and controlled
their instinctive shudders when they saw the tender reddened areas where the
strap rubbed against the clitoris and other feminine flesh.

Following the order to "Stop", the final test was repeated. With Daley at the
present, Charlotte moved behind her, gripped the slippery understrap where it
disappeared between the clammy buttocks and gave it a sharp jerk upwards. Daley
yelped through clenched teeth, her whole body flinched, but she held her
position.

"Well done, Charlotte. You have just seen a perfect example of what we set out
to achieve in this centre- total obedience whatever the natural instincts of the
prisoner may be", said a beaming Miss Kenton. "As a reward for Daley's success I
think that we could remove the strap before we move on to the next procedure".

Even the removal of the strap was painful. Charlotte unclipped the elasticised
fastening, then undid the waist strap. She then pulled it slowly through the
deep groove that it had formed in the splayed crotch. She held it dangling in
front of Daley's with a look of distaste and disgust then threw it across the
room on to a table.

" Just the little problem of dealing with your breasts Daley, and then we can
all go our separate ways", smiled Miss Kenton casually looking at the prisoner's
chest. I think we will start with a little hand slapping. Get your shoulders
back and stick them out as much as possible girl...good...I will start with your
left one first".

With that Miss Kenton drew her hand back and gave the exposed breast a sharp
slap followed by one with the back of her fingers on the inside surface. The
breast swayed and rippled as each slap contacted the wobbly surface. She then
commenced slapping the breast with a regular cadence covering the entire surface
with forehand and backhand slaps, the final ones of which caught the upper then
the under surfaces.

By the standards at the Centre the punishment was almost lenient, but it soon
had Daley's face screwed up and her teeth bared as she forced herself to remain
submissive to the Junior Wardresses cruelty. When the wardress's attention was
transferred to the right breast the sequence was repeated until both breasts
were covered in red marks and felt sore.

Next Charlotte was invited to apply her hands. She seemed to be able to put more
of a flick into her hand movements, or perhaps she had slightly smaller hands
than her mentor. Either way the prisoner's breasts were soon swinging and
flopping about as the breast spanking was inflicted. When she finished Daley was
left, still in the braced position but shaking slightly from the rising level of
discomfort. She wondered if her ordeal was over yet, but as Miss Kenton went
over to the sink to fill a bowl with water, she realised that it was not.

Miss Kenton found Daley's discarded brassiere and submerged it in the bowl of
water.

"It would seem to be appropriate that as we are punishing the prisoner for
having a soiled bra, the actual item could be used to hit her breasts.
Unfortunately the regulation prisoner brassiere is rather lightweight, even when
it supports breasts of this size, but a good soaking first will enable us to put
a little more zip into the strokes. I think that a dozen slaps across each
breast with the cups, followed by a dozen with the strap part should suffice.
Perhaps you would like to go first Charlotte?"

Charlotte looked around the room, located a small table and having placed the
bowl of water on it next to the prisoner, and carefully removed the dripping
bra. She then held it by the straps and brought it slapping down on the top of
Daley's right breast. The water certainly added to the sound and presumably the
impact as Daley's face indicated. Next the sodden cups were brought up underhand
to lift the underside as they slapped home. Ten more times the wet underwear was
used to hit the ever more sensitive right breast before it was placed back in
the water. Both the prisoner and Charlotte were now spattered by the drips from
the cloth. With Daley the water added to the general sweat that ran down her
podgy body and with Charlotte the tailored blouse was now almost transparent.

A dozen slaps were then administered to the left breast leaving both large
appendages red and throbbing. Having dipped the bra straps in the water,
Charlotte then grasped it firmly by the cups, raised it high above her right
shoulder and brought it whistling down. At first Miss Kenton thought that the
straps had missed their target, but then heard the prisoner's sharp intake of
breath. The metal hooks and eyes that secured the item of underwear had lashed
down on the very tip of the right nipple, not moving the breast at all but
causing the already puffy and elongated nub considerable pain. The next eleven
strokes were brought down, up or across the puffy swollen and throbbing aureola.
Some, that Daley would later describe as the worst, just caught the tip of the
protruding nipple. Others caught the entire aureola and then dragged the clasps
across the nipple, flattening it for a brief milli-second.  Charlotte remained
detached from her victim's suffering as she wielded the strange instrument of
flagellation, thinking how amazing it was that the more the strawberry-like
breast tips were hit, the more they seemed to swell and present themselves for
further pain.

Having re-soaked the bra straps, Charlotte addressed the left breast and
commenced to stimulate the tip to further swelling. By now her judgement was
near perfect and nearly every stroke, from whatever angle, caught just the
nipple or at the very worst, the tips of the aureola.

Miss Kenton was more than impressed with the harmless use of the straps to give
the girl excruciating pain and later soreness. When she took her turn she simply
soaked the bra, and laid the strap end over both breasts in a flurry of strokes.
She hit the breasts from left to right, right to left, upwards, downwards and
then across until Daley's knees were starting to buckle, even though she managed
to maintain the braced position.

Suddenly the onslaught stopped. A breathless junior wardress ordered Daley to
dress herself and then watched as she struggled to force her swollen tender
breasts into the wet, screwed up brassiere. The fit had been overtight before
the material was soaked and the breasts, now tenderised and enlarged took the
prisoner several minutes to fit into the cups. She was only able to put the bra
on by leaning forward from the waist and forcing the cups over her breasts. Soon
however, she was still dishevelled, sweating and wet, but dressed well enough to
be dismissed.

The two young females left the room deep in conversation, as if leaving the
court following a hard game of tennis. The punishment room was now silent
awaiting it's next victim. Only the smell of Daley's sweat and other odours were
left hanging in the air.

To be continued.

Chapter 33.

It was approaching time for lights out at the Correctional Centre when the
message for Stewart came over the address system in the barrack room. In one of
the rare moments that the prisoners had for personal time, they had been
gathered around Daley's bed listening to her account of her afternoon with Miss
Kenton and the young girl. The females were about to change for the night into
the regulation short white smock that barely covered their small regulation
panties.  Panties, which the rules declared, would be worn throughout the sleep
period. Next morning they would be able to change into the next days clean pair
after their toilet visit and a shower. Despite Daley's ordeal she had not been
allowed to bathe herself and part of the reason for her graphic account to the
others was to excuse herself for the smell of stale sweat that permeated her
clothing.

The message was short and simply stated that the prisoner Stewart was to report
immediately to the Guardroom. There was no time for any speculation as to the
reason. "Immediately" meant just that and Stewart was not of a mind to incur
further punishment on top of what might be already heading his way.

As he marched along the pathway that would take him from the accommodation block
to the police centre he searched his mind for any error or slip that might give
him a clue and might even help construct some reason or some excuse that might
mitigate any punishment. He was still desperately trying to think of a possible
error on his part when he snapped to attention n front of the reception desk.

"Prisoner Stewart reporting as ordered Miss!"

The young, fair-haired policewoman looked up at him with the usual look of
disinterested contempt.

" You certainly took your time getting here Stewart, get yourself into the cell
area at the double, Miss Waterson is waiting for you".

As rapidly as he could, Stewart went down the steps into the lower cell area and
found himself in a dank but well lit basement. The iron barred cells were set
around an open area that contained a toilet against the wall, a shower area over
a drain in the floor and a table with a plastic covering. On the table perched a
policewoman dressed in her full uniform casually displaying her stocking clad
legs from beneath a short skirt. Stewart stood at attention in front of her.

She was in her mid-thirties, short with mousy hair in a bun behind her head that
formed a resting-place for the uniform hat. Her face was plain and
expressionless as she stared at the male in front of her. Ominously, she picked
up one of the guardroom canes from the table and flexed it between her hands.

"Wondering why you are here Stewart? Trying to remember where you have slipped
up? Hoping that I will go easy on you with this cane when I have you stripped
and across this table? Will it be a nominal thrashing of say, eight strokes or
will I be a real bitch and lay on... say, sixteen hard ones? Believe me Stewart,
we haven't met before but you can rely on my ability to lay strokes on hard,
unlike some of the ladies at this centre".

Stewart found himself starting to tremble. There was no doubt in his mind that
this woman could, and would thrash him. There could be no objection on his part;
she wasn't even required to give him a reason. She could simply order him to
strip in front of her then assume any position. She will then lash him with that
cane until she considered she had hurt him enough, and then lash him some more.
What had happened earlier to Daley was simply a game. He was apparently in for a
full judicial flogging without even knowing the reason.

Suddenly the policewoman's attitude changed. She grinned at her victim.

"Relax Stewart, you are not here for a thrashing, at least, not yet. I have been
given the job of cleaning up two new intakes, Carter and Whitmore, and I heard
about you and thought that you might appreciate the chore. They are both joining
a squad where the wardress in charge insists on total removal of body hair so it
will be your job to carry that out. I have told them that you are totally in
charge and they are to follow your every instruction. Just for this evening I
have also told them to address you as "Sir".  There is no limit to the amount of
shaving and scraping you do, but if you try to drop me in it by leaving any
stray hairs behind I will be taking it out of your hide with this cane. One
stroke for each hair will be fair I think. Any questions?

Totally amazed, Stewart could only shake his head.

Miss Waterson strode over to one of the cells behind Stewart. He became aware
that there were around six occupants, four in uniform and two in civilian
clothes that he guessed were the new intake. The cell door for one was opened
and with a nod in the direction of Stewart, Miss Waterson ordered the frightened
looking girl to leave her cell and stand in front of the male prisoner.

She was a tall girl, in her mid twenties with long fair hair hanging down her
back. She was dressed in a tight white sweater with short arms and an equally
short dark skirt. She was of average build and looked just like one of the
dozens of females that Stewart had employed in his past life. Even though she
had been brought straight from the court hearing and was spending her first
night in the prison, she stood rigidly to attention indicating that someone had
been briefing her on how to behave.

"All the shaving gear is on the shelf Stewart and any time you think she needs a
washdown the shower is by the wall. I will take a seat over by the door so from
now on it is all down to you. Handle them as much as you like, you are entitled
to some benefits for your work. Now...get shaving!"

With that Miss Waterson settled herself in the one comfortable chair in the
room.

"When did you last shave?" asked Stewart.

The girl replied that she had done her underarms and legs three days ago. When
he asked about shaving her crotch the girl blushed deeply and said that she had
never shaved in that area. He went on to ask when was the last time she had had
sex, when she last masturbated and when her last period finished The replies
were honest but each question seemed to cause her more embarrassment and
stuttering. She blushed even deeper when Stewart curtly told her to remove her
sweater and take up the present position

Stewart could hardly believe his luck. Now he had the power and could try to
regain some of his self-pride that the bitches in the prison had all but knocked
out of him. He couldn't afford to feel any empathy for these two female
prisoners, either he shaved them thoroughly or he would be thrashed. As to
handling them...why not?

The girl stood shaking with fear, but properly braced with her shoulders well
back. She had the palest skin that Stewart had seen for a long time. Her
apparently perky breasts were encased in a blue, feminine, designer bra as she
had yet to be issued with the plain prison underwear. This left the upper
surfaces of her breasts deliciously exposed and upthrust with the nubs of her
nipples visible through the silken material.  Her underarms were exposed and a
small area of stubble was evident. Stewart ran his fingertips over it to assess
its length. The girl instinctively flinched at his touch and this time it was
his turn to snap a curt "Keep still!"

"Right, Carter, I will shave your armpits first. Take off your bra and place it
on the table."

With a look of despair in the direction of the wardress, Carter slipped off the
bra and went back to the present. Stewart casually dragged the back of his
fingers across first one aerola and them the other, watching the stubby pink
nipples engorge in involuntary reaction. Then he turned his back on her as he
located the shaving cream on the shelf. Next he found a large mug and filled it
with piping hot water from the tap. Finally he selected an ordinary man's
disposable razor from a packet and, depositing it in the mug, he was ready to
start.

On his orders Carter raised her right arm above her head leaving the armpit
totally exposed. Squirting some shaving foam on to the fingers of his right hand
Stewart massaged it in to the stubble, wiping the surplus casually off his
fingers on to the upper surface of the bare breast. He then took the razor and
dragged it down three times over the stubble.

A fingertip check of the armpit revealed a slight roughness so he then pulled
the razor upwards three times, ignoring the female's wince as the blade scraped
across her sensitive skin. The process was repeated on the other armpit and he
then stood back admiring the view of the girl, still with shaving cream on her
breasts but back at the present. He then carried out a thorough check of her
back for any stray hairs and then checked the front. Placing the razor handle
between his teeth, he grasped a breast in each hand and pulled them all ways on
the pretext of an examination of the skin. The cream made them slippery to the
touch so it was necessary to grasp each nipple firmly to move the breast in the
required direction. A glance in the direction of the wardress was rewarded with
a conspiratorial smile of encouragement.

Finding no stay hairs he stood back from the flustered prisoner.

"This procedure will now get rather embarrassing I'm afraid," Stewart said in a
sympathetic manner. " Remove your shoes, then your tights or stockings".

The girl kicked off her shoes then bent down and blushing furiously, slipped
down her dark tights and stepped out of them. He then ordered her to place her
left leg, fully extended, on the table for his inspection. This left her
unbalanced on her right leg with the tight skirt forced up exposing a pair of
skimpy black panties. He stood facing her and very close.  Carefully avoiding
looking at the stretched gusset of the panties knowing that there would be ample
time for that area to be checked in a moment, he ran his hands all over the
calf, knee and finally the thigh. The girl had good legs with a little more
plumpness around the thigh than ideal. The soft skin was smooth and hairless, so
if he did decide to shave the area it would only be for his own satisfaction.

Her left leg was checked and then with the leg still on the table he moved back
and looked at the crotch area. He then moved to the rear and casually pulled the
small panties up into the anal cleft to expose both cheeks. He was almost
disappointed that there was no pubic hair protruding around the edge of her
underwear. He knew however that she would have some still hidden away.

He almost whispered the next instruction:

"Remove your skirt and then your panties and hand them to me."

The girl blushed if possible, an even deeper shade of red. Hesitantly she
removed her leg from the table, unzipped and dropped the skirt to the ground
carefully picking it up. She then slipped the black panties down to her ankles,
delicately stepped out of them keeping her legs tight together. She then sank to
her haunches rather that bend over and picked them up. She half turned towards
the male prisoner handing him the clothing.

Stewart took the proffered panties and held them with both hands turning them
inside out and back again as he examined them. They were the usual small bikini
type and far from being the thong style. The material appeared to be lace over a
cotton material with a white pad forming the gusset. Having turned them inside
out again to expose the crotch he moved to a position in front of the female. He
wondered whether to comment on the slight staining that indicated the stress
that she ad been under that day but instead, decided to concentrate on the
matter in hand. He stared at her crotch where now, a small bush of light
coloured hair was in view.

"Up on to the table and lay on your back, with your lower legs hanging down", he
commanded. He couldn't help but smile at the modest way in which the female
turned to sit on the table then pulled herself across the top keeping her legs
firmly closed. When she was settled he gave the order that, in her heart, she
knew was inevitable:

"Pull your knees up to your chest and open your legs so that I can inspect you".

He moved to a position between her now spread limbs and looked over the area
that needed his attention. The pubic hair was sparse with a small bush around
the partly opened tight vaginal lips and hardly any in the anal cleft. He was
aware that Miss Waterson had stood up and was looking over his shoulder as he
bent to examine the crotch properly. Using his thumbs he gently opened the outer
sides revealing the delicate pink and of the inner lips. He pressed harder and
heard the girl gasp in discomfort as the secret opening of her vagina opened to
his and the wardress's gaze. A slightly acrid scent of femininity reached his
nostrils and the flesh was surprisingly dry to his touch as his finger tip
slowly traced it's way to the clitoral nub now shamelessly exposed by the parted
vulva. He firmly made a circling motion around the clitoris with the tip of his
right finger and watched as the whole area started to involuntarily lubricate in
response. The girl's eyes were screwed tightly shut in embarrassment as her
inner thighs began to twitch in response to the finger-play.The small pink
wrinkles of her anus were fully visible.

"Steady girl," Stewart murmered as her thighs started to sway and heave.

"STOP!" exclaimed the wardress. "What a slut to get so easily excited. Just
remember girl that any unauthorised masturbation will get you a thrashing no
matter who helps you".

 He told her to stay in position as he prepared his equipment.

He laid a small white towel on the table almost under her buttocks. On this he
placed the ordinary men's razor, then a larger one that clearly was the type
used by medical staff for removing body hair, the aerosol tin of shaving foam
and a large pair of tweezers that he had also found on the shelf. He then slowly
squirted a generous portion of cream onto the fingers of his right hand, lent
towards the splayed thighs and started to massage the cream into the exposed
crotch hair.

Instinctively the girl slammed her legs together and curled into a defensive
ball. The wardress was immediately by the side of the table carrying her cane.

"What have I told you about obeying orders girl?  are you deaf or something? You
are on report for disobedience and will be dealt with as soon as your medical
examinations are over. I will then personally ensure that you feel this cane
across that rump of yours...now...spread them... and remain spread, otherwise I
will have you up before the Governor."

The legs lifted... and parted.  Stewart resumed his none too gentle creaming but
encouraged by the wardress's attitude, spent as much time rubbing the centre of
the vulva as the sides. He deliberately stopped just below the split lips as he
had other plans for the anal area. Despite the female prisoners reluctance, the
more he rubbed the cream into the hair the more he became aware that the upper
part of the vulva was parting slightly and a swelling was taking place. Here, he
thought is a female with every pretext of modesty and yet the lightest touch
turns her into a bitch on heat.

He stopped.

Grasping the larger safety razor he slowly dragged it down over the pubic mound
several times, washed it in the mug of hot water and then scraped it over the
mound again. He then transferred his attention to the soft outer lips of the
vulva and brought the razor upwards pulling the inner thigh clear to make as
flat as possible area for the blade. He was well aware how much rougher running
the razor against the lay of the hairs would be, but the girls comfort was of no
importance if it meant putting himself in line for a caning. Soon, both sides of
the crotch were scraped clean of soap and hopefully, hair. He then told the
prisoner to turn over and kneel on her knees with her head well down. Now her
buttocks were thrust high in the air and when she had followed the next order
and moved her knees and legs wide apart, then even further apart. the anal cleft
was indecently displayed for his attention.

The cream was rubbed well into the almost bald skin of the crotch and the cleft.
He took great care to ensure that his fingertip, suitably greased with soap,
found and slightly penetrated the small anus. The girl gasped then wriggled
forward but was soon stopped by a snarled order to keep still. Keeping his left
forefinger in the tight bud he reached for the standard men's razor and brought
it upwards along the inside of the cleft against the growth of the light hair.
He found the finger just inside the girl's anus to be an ideal way of
controlling her position as the slightest movement of the digit soon had her
moving to relieve the sensation.

Numerous long hard scrapes with the razor and the job seemed to be done.
Removing his finger, which had by now found it's way into the tight opening up
to the second knuckle, he ordered the girl off the table and to a position under
the shower. But before he could order her to wash herself down, Miss Waterson
intervened:

"You can hardly supervise the girl's shower with your clothes still on. Strip
naked Stewart and then you can wash her off yourself".

It took but seconds for Stewart to remove his clothes and stand naked before the
two women. As the wardress had suspected, his penis was in full erection, a
sight that the female prisoner saw with a gasp of surprise.

Stewart turned on the shower, adjusted the temperature and then half pushed the
prisoner under the fierce spray. He located a bar of the coarse prison soap,
lathered his hands and proceeded to soap the female from her neck down to her
feet. He lingered when he reached her breasts taking care that the rubbery firm
swellings were thoroughly cleaned all over. Even more care was taken between her
legs. He knelt down oblivious to the water spray, soaped his hands and then
forced them between the slightly parted legs to lather the slippery crotch.
Naturally, extreme care was taken as his fingers brushed against the girl's anus
and then vulva to ensure that the well-soaped fingers penetrated and soaped the
soft inner tissues.

Eventually, the girl was left by herself under the shower to wash off the soap
before the water was turned off and she was handed a towel to dry herself. She
was then told to stand with her back to the wall whilst Stewart dried himself.

The wardress walked over to the cell and called the second female out.  She
hesitatingly shuffled over to stand in front of Stewart, staring at the floor.

This one, thought Stewart, looks even more interesting. Whitmore was in her late
thirties, average height with long dark hair and a somewhat olive complexion.
She had the extra weight that many women acquire at that age and her breasts
were noticeably large and heavy with her backside prominent under her summer
dress. She looked like a typical middle-class housewife who probably hadn't had
to strip, even in front of her husband, for years. Her face was acceptably
handsome with large brown eyes and an impression of pride rather than the
humility that most prisoners displayed in her position. And pride, as Stewart
well knew, always came before a fall in the Correctional Centre.

He questioned her about her shaving habits and was surprised when she said that
her partner preferred her to be natural and not to shave even her legs. The
wardress intervened at this point to tell Stewart that he would be allowed to
use a depilatory cream to remove the leg hair. Stewart acknowledged this
information and then turned towards the prisoner.

"Remove your dress and take up the present position for my inspection". Stewart
instructed.

Slowly the woman undid the front buttons on the simple dress, pulled it back
over her shoulders and let it slip to the floor from where she picked it up and
placed it on top of the neat pile of clothes left by the previous prisoner. She
took up the position.

Here was a female who had not expected to be spending the night in a prison
mused Stewart. She wore a large heavy but feminine support brassiere and a
matching dark blue basque type support garment. From this dangled suspender
straps that supported her black stockings. On his orders she unclasped the tops
of the stockings and slipped them off and then, with some struggling, unfastened
the rear fasteners of her corset and removed this stiff and hard body support.
She now stood, almost naked, with just her heavy bra and a pair of matching
thong panties.

Casually, Stewart ran his eyes over her. She had certainly been telling the
truth about not shaving; her underarms were thick with long dark hair that
extended down her underarm to the bra. Further down he could see thick hair
extending from her navel down her swelling waist to disappear into the top of
her panties. For a female of her size, shape and age, the small panty thong
seemed almost absurd. From both sides of the vertical thong thick dark pubic
hair protruded and met the very noticeable hair covering the tops of her legs,
particularly the pale inner thighs.

As she obeyed his order to turn around the plump, convex stomach was displayed
still marked from the supports of the corset. At the rear her back was
relatively hairless but the thong between her large buttocks was not even
visible such was the denseness of the anal hair growth.

"It looks rather absurd for a woman of your age and size to be wearing a thong,"
commented Stewart. " Why did you choose to wear a corset and yet such a small
pair of panties?"

"Ppplease Sir," the female stuttered, " I just like to wear feminine underwear
and I need the support form my brassiere and body corset. I had no idea that I
would be stripping in public, especially in a prison otherwise I would have worn
something less embarrassing."

Stewart assured her that in this prison stripping was one of the least
embarrassing events that she would be required to perform. He then moved close
so that her support bra was almost touching his chest and reached up with both
hands to grasp a handful of underarm hair in each set of fingers. He jerked the
hair savagely causing Whitmore to fall towards him until her bra-encased breasts
were pushed into his chest and her lower stomach was pressed against his erect
penis. Stepping back her sniffed his fingers with distaste and commented on her
lack of personal hygiene.

"Take that bra off Whitmore, and hand it to me." He snapped.

"Nnno..." came the whispered reply.

Whispered or not the wardress was on her feet and standing in front of the
wretched woman in seconds.

"This is your final warning Whitmore. What do you think this is?" she said,
brandishing the cane." I can't flog you yet as you haven't passed your medical
but, believe me girl, when you have I will lay this across that fat arse of
yours until I break you of this attitude. A dozen or so real stingers will work
wonders. Now, for the last time...TAKE THAT BRA OFF!!!"

Shaking, the woman reached behind her back and tugged at the clasps until the
harness sprang apart. Leaning forward she pulled the large cups free of the
hanging breasts and handed it to Stewart. She resumed the present. Despite the
hard rearwards pull on her elbows the large maternal breasts hung down to her
navel. The nipples were brown and disproportionately small for the size of the
main gland. The large masses quivered even to the slight shaking of their
frightened owner.

"What size bra do you take?" enquired Stewart as he carefully examined the wired
material between his hands.

"44 double D cup" replied the downcast female.

"Hardly large enough to justify all this wiring and support I would have
thought," Stewart sneered, "You can forget wearing a support bra here, you will
get a lightweight one at best and often you will be exercised without any
support. I will give you a tip by the way, never, never commit an offence
concerning your breasts as you will be liable to get a cane across them for your
troubles and I understand that can be rather painful. Now lets have those
panties off!"

Without any hesitation Whitmore pulled down the scanty thong, stepped out of
them and handed them to Stewart. He turned them inside out and examined them
carefully. The inside of the narrow crotch was wet to the touch and there was a
yellowish stain on the white lining The back section was wet with what he hoped
was sweat.

They smelt.

"How long have you had these on?" he enquired.

She tried to explain that it had been a long day. First the travelling to the
court, the long wait and the stress of the hearing followed by the shock and
surprise of the sentence. Add to that the long escorted drive to the centre with
only a brief and hurried break at a service station.

Stewart remembered his own first day but felt there was no point in
demonstrating any sympathy. He told her about the strict rules on bodily
hygiene, the frequent panty inspections and the need to watch her step in the
future as he threw the thong onto the pile of her other clothing. Now was the
time to concentrate on the shaving.

Having made sure that she was fully braced at the present, he rummaged in a draw
and found a pair of scissors. He roughly snipped away at her underarm hair until
only a damp stubble remained. Copious foam was then rubbed into both armpits, a
fresh mug of piping hot water obtained and, dipping the body hair razor in the
hot water, commenced to scrape the hair away. As he moved down the armpit he
shaved with his right hand whilst pushing the hanging, heavy breast clear of the
stubble with the back of his left.

It took several minutes to scrape each area clean and the soft skin was left
with red sore patches where the hair growth had been particularly stubborn.
Having put the razor down he lifted each breast in turn so that it was clear of
the ribcage and he could check for stray hairs. As he did this he glanced down
at the woman's crotch. This would be a challenge.

He asked the wardress for a fresh, sharp razor but was told that the one he had
would suffice. He knew that its already blunted blade would not be gentle with
her soft private skin but that was hardly his problem. As it was he considered
himself lucky that she agreed to his using a cream on her legs and thighs that
would remove the hair in that area leaving him to concentrate on her crotch.

Stewart ordered the woman to mount the table, which she inelegantly did. Lying
down the breasts flopped down either side of her chest partially covering the
newly shaved area. When ordered to spread her legs the full extent of the
hirsuitness was revealed. The entire crotch was covered in thick dark coarse
hair. It extended up each inner thigh at the sides, up to the navel on the front
and completely obscured the anal cleft to the rear. It was damp to the touch and
a faint aroma of womanly smells already reached his nostrils.

Taking the scissors, he worked methodically over the area snipping away the long
hairs down to within a quarter inch of the roots. Having trimmed to the area
above the pubic bone he ordered her to raise both legs, spread them wide and to
rest the knees on her breasts. The thick thighs were parted and despite the
copious hair, the parted labial lips were now exposed to him. The female
prisoner had little left to hide as her inner labial lips now protruded pinkly
into the bright light. Between the top of the lips a remarkably large pointed
clitoris poked its way between the folds of skin.

Holding the scissors in his right hand Stewart slowly inserted two fingers of
his left hand into the gaping vulva, grasped the edge of the woman's left labia
by trapping the soft flesh between the fingers and his thumb nail and pulled it
tight. Ignoring the winces and other exclamations of pain, he carefully snipped
the hair short and then transferred activities to the hair on the inside of her
thigh. Working up the soft plump inner thigh he soon had the long hair reduced
to a stubble.

Next, he transferred the scissors to his left hand and gripped the labia with
his right. Ignoring the smell of a mature nervous female, he snipped away in a
similar fashion. A brief glance at Whitmore's face showed the effects of both
the humiliating procedure and the actual discomfort.  Stewart was surprised at
his lack of sympathy for another prisoner. He was under orders to do a job and
that was it.

Despite the woman's indecently displayed crotch, the plump buttocks were still
partially obscuring the anal cleft so to reach the copious hair of that area he
ordered her to turn over and kneel on all fours with her legs wide and buttocks
thrust to the sky. When she had positioned herself her cleft was now fully
exposed and Stewart was able to part the long damp hairs with his fingers to
expose the mature womanly anus. It was of a much larger diameter than the
previous prisoner and coloured a dark brown. He pressed firmly against it and
the prisoner flinched away before remembering that the wardress was watching.
With a sob she then leant back towards the violating finger so that it pressed
firmly against the centre of the opening. It was certainly an area where this
particular female sweated profusely and Stewart had to steel himself against the
smell of the unwashed crotch. With a stabbing motion he inserted his left
forefinger up to the second joint. A gasp of shock came from the other end but
she held the position. He then commenced to snip away adding to the pile of hair
lying on the table.

Removing his finger with an audible plopping sound he squirted a copious amount
of shaving foam on his left hand, scooped up a pile with his right fingers and
started to rub it fiercely into the anal stubble. The hair spread right across
the cleft and well into the area that would not be exposed if the female was not
spread so indecently wide. Lower down the plump vulva was yawning open.
Naturally Stewart ensured that even the hairless opening was well soaped before
he stopped and picked up the small razor. Dipping it into the hot water he
immediately commenced scraping away at the left inner buttock. Unfortunately the
razor soon became clogged with the hair and required frequent cleaning.

Eventually the anal area was smooth to his touch, albeit somewhat red and sore
from the effects of the blunted blade. He ordered her on to her back and,
soaping the area, scraped the stubble away to the same standard.

The wardress handed him a pair of latex gloves and plastic bottle containing a
thick cream. This was obviously the hair remover for the legs. Having thought
the matter over, he ordered the woman to stand on the table at the present. She
towered above him and yet appeared totally submissive and vulnerable to his
attentions with her most private areas fully displayed.

Taking no chances he donned the gloves, squeezed a liberal amount of the liquid
into the palm of his right hand and, reaching upwards, smeared the cream over
her legs to overlap the shaved areas, and rubbed it well into the dark leg
hairs.

As she stood waiting for the next order Stewart read the instructions on the
bottle. He skipped over the warnings about not using the cream on sensitive
skins with a smile and simply noted that ten minutes should be allowed for the
cream to do its job. No point in taking risks, he thought to himself, and
allowed a full fifteen minutes to elapse on the cell clock before ordering her
down and into the running shower.

The hot water came almost as a relief to the female whose legs and crotch were
now stinging with the caustic effect of the depilatory. Having thoroughly washed
the cream off whilst still wearing his gloves Stewart threw them to one side and
joined the woman in the shower. He glanced nervously at the wardress, received
an encouraging grin and then went to work with a will to lather her thoroughly.
Naturally the large swinging breasts received their fair share of attention and
to the prisoner's embarrassment, the stubby nipples soon enlarged to their full
size. He then started soaping between her legs paying special attention to her
soft and opened vulva. He was just starting to feel the clitoral area starting
to involuntarily swell to his touch when Miss Waterson ordered them both to
rinse off and turn the shower off. A brief rub down with towels and then Stewart
was handed a glass bottle containing some pinkish fluid.

"Prison regulations require any area to be disinfected following shaving" she
announced to no one in particular. "This might be a little sharp on your skin
but I don't want either of you to make a lot of fuss. Just remember, however
much it stings it will still be much more pleasant than a dose of the cane". She
said turning towards the two female prisoners.

Stewart ordered to two to stand side by side and at the present. He took the
bottle from the wardress, poured a little fluid into the palm of his right hand
and then rubbed it into the left armpit area of the younger female. Her eyes
shot open and she struggled to keep in position. Stewart's surprise at her
reaction was soon modified when the liquid entered a small scratch on one of his
fingers: It stung like hell.

The strong smell of the disinfectant permeated the room as the older woman's
shaved armpits were treated. It was all she cold do to keep herself reasonably
still.

The female prisoners were ordered to kneel on the table, still side by side with
their buttocks high and spread. Both knew that this would test them to their
limits and neither took any consolation in the way the wardress stood in front
of them flexing the cane menacingly before them.

Stewart chose the younger female first. He poured a generous helping over the
top of the anal cleft and then, before it could run down and drip onto the
table, thrust his right hand between her legs to cup the liquid and rub it well
into the entire crotch. Fortunately this girl had been shaved with fresh blades,
even so she bucked alarmingly as the fluid touched the multitude of nicks and
scrapes.

The tension in the room was almost visible as Stewart stood between Whitmore's
splayed legs. Her breasts were flattened on the tabletop and her plump thighs
and buttocks were as high as she could force them awaiting the inevitable
scourge of the liquid. It was not in Stewart's nature to make the next few
minutes easy in any way. First he dipped his forefinger in the solution then
transferred the liquid to the centre of the woman's anus. Instinctively she
flinched as the cold disinfectant stung the puckered skin. Then, with a swift
stab the wet finger was in up to the second knuckle causing the woman to lurch
forward until her nose pressed against the cane held by the wardress.
Controlling herself she resumed her position.

The finger was wetted again and this time, Stewart reached underneath, located
the parted lips with his other fingers and then slowly rubbed her most sensitive
nub with the moistened digit. The female stiffened but managed to hold her
position. Next he poured some fluid between her cheeks and then rubbed it into
the already reddened crotch and thighs.

She screamed in shock. Both her feet shot back so that she finished up lying
over the table with her feet on the ground. The naked male prisoner was trapped
between the thighs with his hard penis forced between her buttocks as she bucked
and struggled. Miss Waterson quickly dropped her cane, grasped the woman by the
head and putting her face in front of hers shouted at her to regain the
position.

Somehow the shaking female struggled back on to the table and resumed the
splayed position that Stewart had originally ordered. Somehow she held that
position despite Stewart rubbing even more solution around the scraped and
tender inner thighs.

Eventually the trembling woman stood at attention next to her fellow prisoner.
The cane was firmly back in Miss Waterson's hand.

"Consider yourself on report Whitmore," she snapped. " I promised you a
thrashing if you caused any more disruption and believe me you are going to get
one as soon as you are medically cleared. As for you Stewart: well done. I'm
sure that you have done a thorough job and no further inspection by me will be
necessary. It only remains for me to punish  you for the unauthorised contact
with Whitmore here and then we can call it a night."

Stewart looked mystified.

"For heavens sake boy, you should realise that when I gave you the orders to
handle these bitches they didn't include permission to rub your dirty little
penis against one of them!"

There was no point in arguing in any way; perhaps the object of the entire
evening had been to find an excuse to punish him. From a position of power he
was immediately knocked down to his normal servile position in front of this
lady of authority.

"I'm a firm believer in making any punishment fit the crime," said the
wardress," so let's see, would a thrashing with this cane fit the bill.... or
can I think of something more suitable? I take it that you would prefer to take
an unofficial punishment rather than be put on report for a sexual offence?"

Stewart assured her that he would accept any punishment she considered suitable.

" I have a mind to give you a punishment where it will do the most good, I have
a friend who works in a Male Correctional Centre and she tells me that this is a
very effective method of punishment. Come over here and take up the
present...with legs as wide as you can."

Stewart did as she ordered. He was still fully erect and suddenly realised that
she was looking at his testicles hanging vulnerably between his spread legs. She
crossed over to the side of the room and returned with a leather paddle around
four inches wide and a foot long. She tested it for size and fit by drawing it
up between his now shaking legs.

" This is the deal then Stewart, you agree to accept this unofficial and
unrecorded punishment without any argument. I give you just two hard taps across
your balls and then we forget it even happened. Do you agree?"

What choice did he have other than to stand there and let her hit him he
thought?

"Yes Mmiss." he stuttered.

She stood close to him. He could see the outline of her bra-covered breasts
through her uniform shirt and feel her breath on his face as he looked down at
the just visible leather covered bat.

"Brace yourself Boy! And maintain eye contact with me" she whispered.

She slowly raised the paddle until it lifted and supported his scrotal sac,
jiggled them a little whilst she watched his face and then suddenly lowered the
paddle only to bring it sharply upwards hitting the waiting bulbs with a dull
slap.

The gut wrenching pain hit him almost immediately. His knees buckled slightly
but he managed to keep braced and managed to continue staring into the amused
eyes of this cruel female. She allowed him a couple of minutes to gather his
thoughts and for the worst of the pain to subside. Casually she grasped his
penis, which had rapidly deflated, with her free hand and gently stroked it.

"There we are Stewart, the punishment is having an effect already I see. The
next slap is the one that really has an effect. It will test your obedience as
well as hurting like hell".

She lowered her hand to gently cup his testicles, continuing to smile at his
anguished face and holding his gaze with her pale blue eyes. Slowly his penis
rose and filled in spite of the dull ache from his scrotum. When it was firm to
her touch she released his balls and leant forward to kiss him full on the
mouth.

"Just one more slap to go, I can't pretend it won't hurt but you must hold your
position otherwise I shall simply have to repeat it. Are you ready..?"

Stewart nodded in agreement, fixed his eyes on hers and braced himself for the
inevitable. Without any warning she flipped the paddle upwards and it slapped
into the underside of his testicles. Again the dull pain followed by the
agonising cramps that took him all his will power to accept. She stared fixedly
at his face with a questioning look waiting, perhaps hoping that he would
disobey her by moving or offering any other sign of dissent. Somehow he managed
to hold his braced position with only a limited flinching. With a final but
lingering kiss on the mouth the wardress stepped back.

She left him in position for a full ten minutes before ordering him to tidy the
room. Both female prisoners were confined, still naked, to the cell and she was
about to escort Stewart back upstairs when the door opened.

In came three staff, the policewoman and a wardress and a nurse that Stewart had
not seen before. They were grinning to each other as the policewoman explained
to Miss Waterson what they wanted: It seems that they were about to depart on a
surprise inspection of one of the dormitories and thought that Stewart could be
of assistance to them.

The young nurse was carrying what appeared to be a dog collar and lead.

To be continued.

Chapter 34

Stewart glanced apprehensively at the two new arrivals. The wardress was in her
early twenties with her short plump body amply filling her uniform. Her dark
hair was short in the extreme with the lower half almost shaved to the scalp.
The Nurse was another of the trainees with a well-scrubbed face and hair in a
bun behind her head. She could scarcely be twenty years of age but she had the
superior stance and expression of a much older woman. In her hand was a long
shiny chain connected to a thick leather collar that clinked every time her hand
moved. He looked behind the group for an accompanying dog but saw nothing. The
wardress gave an icy smile of welcome to Miss Waterson.

" I do hope that you have finished with this male for the time being. Nurse
Penrite and I have been told to carry out a surprise check of one of the
dormitories and we have an idea that he could be useful. You know how we usually
detect the ones that have been masturbating by their odour? Well, we thought
that we could train this male in the same way as they train sniffer dogs. That
way we don't have to do the revolting job ourselves and, as a bonus, the
prisoners will feel really mortified at being assessed by a male. I took the
precaution of borrowing this alsatian's dog lead so that we can keep Stewart
under control. Looking at his erection, the sooner we have him collared the
better!"

Miss Waterson joined in the girlish giggles as the nurse carefully fastened the
thick leather collar around Stewart's neck, giving it a sharp tug that pulled
him sideways. She mentioned that she was free for the rest of the night so was
invited to join the inspection team. Between them they decided that Stewart
should remain naked and collect his clothes later. Donning their heavy uniform
topcoats, hats and gloves they left the guardroom and marched briskly along the
pathways towards the accommodation blocks.

None of them gave a thought for Stewart. It was a bitterly cold night with a
steady drizzle and a chilling wind. The dog lead ensured that he kept position
on Miss Waterson who gave frequent tugs so that he followed closely. The smooth
pathway was soon replaced by a gravel track with the a noisy crunch from the
uniformed boots of the staff . Any of Stewart's attempts to slow down to ease
the pain of the sharp gravel on his naked feet was rewarded with more impatient
tugs to his neck collar.

The brisk pace continued with the staff chatting idly amongst themselves as they
marched across a large grass area. Miss Waterson commented that she felt it was
almost unfair to punish females for doing what came naturally. She volunteered
the fact that she couldn't manage without some sexual relief and she was only
too pleased that the rule about self-abuse didn't include the staff. The
wardress replied that she felt the same way but, as far as the prisoners were
concerned, they were there to learn obedience and the more difficult it was to
follow orders, the better it was for their training. She went on to confide that
the reason she had selected this particular dormitory was to "sort out" one of
the females. It seemed that she had given the wardress a look of contempt
earlier in the day when an order was given to another prisoner. Rather than
simply lay on three strokes of the strap she had decided to set up the "stuck up
bitch" so that she could really punish her.

 The Nurse joked that with Stewart on the lead and not a real dog, at least they
didn't have to stop at every tree. Miss Waterson said that she would see about
that and led him over to an isolated lamp post, ordering him to get down on all
fours.

" This could be your last opportunity to relieve yourself for a while boy so
lets see you cock your leg and do the business." She ordered.

Stewart slowly and obediently raised his right knee until it nearly touched the
post. He wanted to get inside as soon as possible so concentrated hard on
overcoming his embarrassment and starting the flow. Fortunately his bladder was
reasonably full and within seconds a trickle became a steady stream which,
because of his partially deflated member, mainly ran down the inside of his left
thigh.

A sudden force seemed to grip the very end of his penis and throw his body to
the wet grass. He was aware of the loud female laughter and realised that while
he was concentrating, the wardress had quietly unclipped her electric prodder
and placed the tip in his stream of urine where it contacted his thigh. She had
then pressed the discharge button.

"There you are Stewart," Miss Waterson said between outbreaks of uncontrolled
laughter, "Now you know how dogs feel when they pee against lamposts!"

The staff waited whilst Stewart resumed his flow and until he had finished,
leaving a steaming puddle on the grass. He was ordered shivering to his feet and
the march continued. They soon reached one of the long accommodation blocks and,
urging each other to silence, went inside. They tip-toed along the almost
blackened corridors and found themselves outside the dormitory. Softly and
quietly they moved inside with the Nurse finding the main light switch where she
stood awaiting her orders.

Simultaneously the bright overhead lights crashed on and the wardress's loud
voice shouted them all awake and at attention by the foot of their beds, six
either side of the room. Twelve confused and sleepy females sprang to their
positions and stood with tousled hair blinking in the light. They all wore the
regulation short thin smock with thin shoulder straps, the length scarcely
covering the regulation white panties. Other than that they were bare and the
lack of breast support was noticeable as the larger females jumped out of their
beds.  They stood rigidly at attention, heels together, toes apart, hands at
sides, shoulders well back and eyes straight ahead. A familiar scent of sleeping
femininity reached Stewart's nostrils as he waited behind the uniformed staff.
He noticed  Miss Waterson slipping out of the room and wondered what she was up
to.

The young plump wardess stood in front of them slipping off her coat:

"My name is Miss Seaton and tonight I am in your dormitory to carry out a
surprise inspection. I will be particularly concerned with ensuring that none of
you have offended against rule 59(a). Just to remind you, Nurse Penrite will now
read that out.

The young nurse stood in front of the females and opening the Correction Centre
Rules at the appropriate page, commenced to read in a girlish voice:

"Rule 59(a). It is expressly forbidden to carry out any form of sexual activity
without a direct order from a member of the staff. This includes the prisoner
touching or stimulating either herself or another prisoner in any way that could
be considered sexual in nature. Care must be taken when carrying out personal
hygiene tasks to ensure that no sexual or pleasurable element is present.

Should any member of staff consider that this rule has been infringed in the
slightest the offence is to be reported for the Squad Wardress to investigate
and punish. In the event the staff member is of the opinion that masturbation
has occurred or is about to occur a summary punishment of six to nine strokes of
the cane may be immediately awarded across the naked buttocks without any
reference to the normal judicial procedures. The normal punishment limitations
to junior ranks do not apply.

Prisoners are warned that on the spot inspections may be carried out at any time
to check for infractions and that there is no appeal against a guilty decision
or punishment."

"Any questions?" demanded Miss Seaton. "If you have been obeying the Centre
rules, you have nothing to fear, if on the other hand, you have been touching
yourselves you will be in for a very unpleasant experience."

At this point Miss Waterson returned having collected three of the canes from
the punishment room, she handed them to Miss Seaton who, walking slowly between
the two ranks, flexed each in turn and then carried out a few practice swishes
through the air. A visible shudder went through the frames of several of the
prisoners. She stopped in front of a tall well-built woman of about 35 years and
casually lifted her chin up with the tip of one of the canes.

"Well, well, little Miss Rogers, fancy meeting you here tonight," she said in a
soft sarcastic tone. "I do so hope that you have been a good girl, otherwise..."
and she smiled broadly at the now terrified woman. She then addressed the whole
group:

"In case you are wondering what this male prisoner is doing here take note of
his dog collar. We will be using Stewart to sniff out those who have been
exciting themselves and those who we think may have been exciting themselves.
You will be told to take up a position and our tame hound here will stick his
muzzle around your rears. But first he will check your fingers. You will stand
with your arms out front, parallel to the floor hands one foot apart and fingers
spread. MOVE!!!"

The by now wide-awake prisoners leapt to the position. The Nurse seized the dog
chain and pulled Stewart after her until he was standing in front of the first
female.

He avoided looking into her face, thankful that this was a group he had only
seen at a distance before. He carefully sniffed each of the extended fingers but
detected no scents. The same applied to the next girl but as he approached
Rogers Miss Seaton whispered in his ear.

"It's your decision Stewart, but unless you want this cane across your balls,
you will find this one guilty".

What choice did he have, he thought to himself. This one was in for a thrashing
whatever he thought and there would be no point in having his testicles hit
again that evening in a futile gesture of defiance. He looked at her face. She
was attractive and stared back hoping for mercy from him and yet with the look
of resignation that so many prisoners displayed when the inevitable could not be
avoided. He carefully smelt round her finger-tips, detected no scents at all but
turned to Miss Seaton and muttered that he thought this one might have been "at
it".

The woman was ordered to stand on the far side of the room and the inspection
continued. With the next girl there was no doubt. Stewart could smell the
tell-tail scents of aroused femininity when his nose was still inches from the
shaking fingers. This time he only had to glance at Miss Seaton for the girl to
be sent to the door area. Stewart, only too aware of the chain connecting him to
the nurse was determined to make this event a low risk occasion for himself and
was in no hurry to finish the job. No one gave an order to lower the hands after
each inspection and so when Stewart was ten minutes into the inspection, all the
female prisoners were suffering from arm cramps with their outstretched arms
trembling in protest.  The only ones who were not sent to join the offenders'
group were those who had no possible scent to their fingers. One had probably
only collected the slightest trace of urine during a toilet visit, another, had
possibly scratched an itch in some personal area. Both were sent to join the
group which, at the end of the search when the order to lower the arms had been
given, had grown to five in number.

Stewart was just congratulating himself on, if not a job well done, then at
least one that would not be causing himself any pain or embarrassment when Miss
Seaton made a further announcement:

"I now intend to use Stewart's powers of detection to the full to check on the
area most likely to reveal who the offenders are. You will now form two ranks in
front of the table, those who have not been accused on the left and those who
are under suspicion on the right. The left-hand line will be examined first".

The nurse led Stewart over to the table and called the first prisoner forward.
She was made to climb on top and take up a position with her hands grasping the
far edge, her forehead touching the surface, her knees and ankles well parted
and parallel to each other and her buttocks thrust up with the back hollowed.
This resulted in the skimpy nightdress sliding down the back uncovering the
breasts and the female's panty covered crotch being blatantly spread and
exposed. The girl had small buttocks and the panties were mainly bunched up in
the cleft. Stewart was aware that the young nurse had shortened his chain by
wrapping it round her hand then she grasped the collar itself.

"Get your snout in there Boy" she commanded and, as he leant his head towards
the pantied crotch, found himself being forced down until his nose buried itself
between the buttocks and into the rucked up material. It felt damp to the touch
and the smell of female sweat mixed with musty anal scents permeated the
underwear. Gingerly he moved his face downwards to where an abundance of light
pubic hair either side of the cloth indicated her most private area was. The
smell changed to the slightly acrid scent of stale, dried urine. Again the
insistent push on the collar caused his nose to be pushed into the cotton
forcing it into the vaginal cleft until his nose was gripped tightly, despite
the spread stance of the female. He moved his head back shaking it to indicate a
negative result.



The next prisoner on the table was extremely slim and boyish looking with a
figure to match. Her inelegant pose revealed an even slimmer pair of nates that
were well bruised from a previous discipline, probably the strap Stewart
conjectured. This time the girl seemed to have taken a greater interest in her
own hygiene and Stewart was soon able to dismiss her from suspicion with a shake
of his head.

A large, heavily built female of around 30 years was next ordered on to the
table. Her heavy thighs were well spread and her regulation white panties
stretched taught across the anal divide obliging Stewart to press the material
into the cleft with his nose so that he could get his nostrils close to the
woman's crotch. The familiar scent of musky arousal hit him instantly and only
increased as his nose moved down between the thighs to a point over her vulva.
He hurriedly removed himself and with a nod condemned her to the punishment
line.

Miss Seaton wandered over, patted him patronisingly on his heard with the words
"Good Boy!" Of the next four, two were clear of incriminating smells, one simply
reeked of self-stimulation and the last was included in the line of the guilty
simply because Stewart thought it appropriate to have her beaten as a lesson on
better personal cleanliness.

The check of the females who had already been found to have the wrong scent on
their fingers was rapid and the result never in doubt. With each splayed female,
Stewarts face was roughly pushed hard into her crotch by the nurse and before he
could express an opinion, the victim was ordered down and another candidate
ordered into her place.

Afterwards, he was made to stand in front of the squad, naked and with a truly
rigid erection whilst their fate was decided. He was only too grateful that the
group were not the ones he had to share a room with as he would probably have
condemned them all out of hand from the noises he heard every night in the
dormitory. He then had to concede to himself that being allowed to sniff around
certain of the prisoners might make up for any passing regret that he might feel
for them. From the downcast look on the prisoners' faces, the use of a male
prisoner had been effective so, with luck...

His silent contemplation was broken by the nurse, who ordered him to fetch the
metal bucket from the punishment room. When he returned with the object he found
all the "innocents" along the fare wall with all the "guilties" back in a line.
He was told to place the bucket on the table and lean on his elbows at the far
end holding it in place. His humiliating lead dangled down scraping the bucket
and table. Miss Seaton stepped forward, still flexing and swishing a cane
lovingly in front of her.

"So, it would seem that eight of you have seen fit to flagrantly break the rules
of the centre. I now intend that you will be severely punished for this
self-abuse. You will each receive the full nine strokes of the cane across your
buttocks which, I trust, will dissuade you from any further sexual stimulation
tonight. As there will be some 72 strokes to lay on we will be rotating the
caner to ensure that you all receive the fullest possible benefit. Before we
start to lay on the punishment, as we have no wish to embarrass any of you who
might have a rather full bladder, you will all climb on to the table and relieve
yourselves before punishment."

Yet again the Centre staff had shown how any punishment could be made a hundred
times worse with a little thought on their part. The first female in the queue
was Rogers, the target of Miss Seaton's malice. She climbed up on to the
opposite end of the table from the male prisoner, stood astride Stewart's arms
and with a pitiful glance down at Stewart, pushed her panties down to the knees
and squatted with her orifices over the metal pail. There was a brief pause and
then the humiliating rattle of urine hitting the bottom of the bucket. The
second the flow had stopped the order "Next!" came from the wardress and,
quickly pulling up her panties, Rogers climbed down shaking with humiliation.

Each of the females under sentence squatted over the bucket and each managed to
add to the frothy liquid sloshing around inside as they stared at Stewart. All
nine had to expose themselves and try to ignore the macabre fascination that
showed on his face as they spread their thighs and emptied their bladders with
their parted vulvas scarcely two feet from his face. Each was summarily ordered
to climb down almost before they had finished so that as they quickly pulled
their panties up the final drops were caught by the material in the crotch
leaving a rather obvious wet patch. By the time all nine had finished the pail
was close to overflowing and Stewart had to exercise great care to avoid
spilling any liquid as he placed the bucket against the wall.

Miss Seaton paraded herself in front of the intended victims and once again
flexed and swished the cane menacingly.

"This lot look as if they will be rather vocal when we lay the cane across their
backsides", she casually remarked to her colleagues," Do we have a gag of some
sort with us?"

The other staff shook their heads.

"Then we will have to improvise," she continued. "Rogers, take off your panties
and hand them to me."

Rogers stepped out of the underwear and handed it to the wardress who stared
aghast at the wet crotch.

"For heavens sake girl, you are about to be thrashed for sexual misbehaviour and
you have the temerity to soil your knickers!"

A quick check of the other females in the queue with their panties spread across
their opened legs revealed a similar state of affairs, as Miss Seaton knew that
it would. They were ordered to place them in a pile on the table. All three
staff pretended shock and amazement.

"No matter how fairly we try to deal with you sluts you continue to carry on in
your own disgusting way. Unfortunately Nurse does not have a crotch martinet
with her this evening so all nine of you can consider yourself on a report and
you will be dealt with tomorrow sometime. A gasp of horror went round the line
of females. Stewart had no idea what was meant by a "crotch martinet" but he
felt that he would find out soon enough.

Miss Seaton ordered that all the prisoners under punishment were to collect a
pair of the panties from the table, fold them into a wedge and place them fully
in their mouths. There was no chance to try to select their own pair and nearly
every female grimaced as they followed the order.

After a brief discussion, the staff decided that they would follow formal
procedures to ensure the essential femininity of the punishment. All three
removed their shirts then bras so that their breasts would be free when they
caned. Miss Seaton, though plump, had relatively small breasts that scarcely
protruded further than a roll of fat that hung over her tight waistband. The
nurse had the sort of breasts that Stewart had described as "fried eggs" during
his previous life. They were underdeveloped with large pink aerolea and
certainly needed no support. Miss Waterson however was much better endowed with
larger, if rather drooping breasts that swung gently with any movement by their
owner.

The hapless victims were lined up so that the back of one pressed against the
front of the next. Canes were given a final whistling flex by the staff and the
first female was ordered forward.

Rogers stepped smartly up to the table and removed her night smock revealing a
superb firm body with firm breasts. She was quickly ordered to lie along the
table so that Stewart could grasp the woman's outstretched wrists.

The three half-naked staff assembled at the business end of the prisoner with
Miss Seaton electing to go first. She raised her cane and, with the all too
familiar whistle, it lashed into Roger's naked nates three times in rapid
succession striking across the centre of the punishment area. Immediately Miss
Waterson stepped into position and with breasts bouncing, rapidly laid on three
strokes a fraction lower. The second she stood aside, the nurse brought her cane
zipping in, almost parallel to the floor for her rapid fire infliction to the
lower part of the buttocks.

It was over in a few brief seconds and it was only as the woman was ordered to
her feet that the pain started to really surge to a peak. Miss Seaton ordered
her to stand at the foot of her bed, facing the mattress and bend over grasping
the iron bed rail.

"Any prisoner who lets go of the bed will be punished and if any of you dare to
rub your backsides...the caning will be repeated, Next!" Miss Seaton snapped.

Immediately the next victim came forward, removed her shift and leant over the
table. The second he grasped the female's wrists, the rapid sequence commenced.
The younger female gasped through her gag as the three sets of strokes lashed
across her and her eyes went wide with the shock of the assault.

None of the prisoners had ever experienced such a rapid and brutal infliction of
punishment before. Each female was stripped, across the table, caned and back at
her bed in around twenty seconds. Stewart required little effort to hold them in
position and every one of them displayed the same shock on their face as the
strokes fell. Looking at the bent over forms clinging desperately to their bed
frame with their wealed buttocks high and tight, the real suffering lasted
somewhat longer as the pain soared, peaked and subsided to a throbbing agony.
The ones that had escaped punishment looked on almost as shocked as the victims.

As the staff collected their equipment and replaced their underwear, shirts and
top coats, Stewart was told to collect the scattered night dresses and place
them on the table.

Miss Seaton paced between the bent over prisoners.

"Your punishment for the offence of touching yourselves indecently is now over.
You will remain in your present positions gripping your bed frames for a further
twenty minutes on that wall clock so that you may fully absorb the full value of
all the effort that my colleagues and I have put into your beating. Should we
return and find that you have not followed this order to the second I will have
no hesitation in disciplining you again. I will leave the canes here on the desk
as a reminder. After that time you may remove your gags and take to your beds."

Stewart's lead was snatched up by Miss Waterson and he followed the other
wardress and nurse back to the guardroom. If anything the night was even colder
and wetter than before and he appreciated the brisk marching pace that was set.
Once at the guardroom he was allowed to dress and dismissed. He entered his own
dormitory as quietly as possible so that he didn't disturb the sleeping females
who were unaware of their narrow escape.

He fell asleep musing on the possible uses of a crotch martinet.

To be continued.

Chapter 35

It was several days later that Stewart happened to meet one of the female
prisoners that he had been obliged to examine. He was relieved that she bore him
no personal animosity, accepting as she did that any resistance to the orders of
the staff was simply futile. She was less than forgiving about the contrived
offence concerning the soiled panties and the punishment that was inflicted.

It seems that the offenders were kept in suspense all day, with none of the
staff making any reference to the problem. It was almost time to undress for
lights out when the squad wardress, two nurses and the young male warder
Billington, arrived in the accommodation and called the group into the
punishment room. Miss Beaton, their junior wardress, commenced by giving them
all a lecture on how embarrassed she had felt when told of the offence and how
she would be doing her best to ensure that they all took greater care with their
personal hygiene in the future.

It was pretty obvious that the account she had been given was totally unfair,
but given the mood she was in not one prisoner dared to protest the injustice in
any way. Whatever punishment the young wardress had decided to award, would just
have to be accepted.

The first order was to separate into two groups. The innocents were told to
stand with their backs to the side wall and observe the punishments. The guilty
nine were told to stand side by side with their feet well apart, bend over and
grasp their ankles. The two nurses then passed down the line raising the short
skirts and pulling the panties down to the knees. The wardress then moved down
the line examining the bruised buttocks and checking the stretched panty crotch
of each prisoner. She casually ran her nails over the broad band of bruises
receiving a sharp intake of breath from the prisoner in return. Fortunately all
the inspected panties were clean so she was able to find no obvious excuse to
increase any female's punishment. She then called them to replace their
underwear and stand to attention in front of her.

It seems that she then followed the usual routine of explaining how they were to
be punished. It was to be a "between the legs" application of a small martinet.
The prisoner would be naked and "well spread" with the male warder present to
witness the discipline. Nine stokes had been authorised and in view of the
punishment being applied to the pubic area, it would be laid on by one of the
nurses. As they were all guilty of soiling their uniform panties with urine, the
strokes would be concentrated on the forward area of their crotch to ensure the
appropriateness of the punishment.

The prisoners were all ordered to completely strip and were soon standing in a
waiting line with their backs hard against the soft fronts of the next female in
line. The senior nurse produced the implement from her bag. It had a short
leather handle fixed to a small fan like flange. To this were fixed a number of
thin cords that were knotted at one-inch intervals. The flange ensured that the
cords would remain separated and as the outer ones were shorter than the inners,
it would give an excellent spread of the cords and their knots on impact. The
longest cord was about eighteen inches in length indicating that the application
would need to be close and personal.

The first prisoner to be punished was called forward. She stood naked and
expectantly in front of the two nurses. She was ordered to mount a padded bench
and to lay on her back with her legs drawn up to her chest and her buttocks
hanging over the edge. The junior nurse stood to one side with Mr Billington the
other. They both grasped an ankle and knee spreading the female's thighs and
preventing movement. The effect of this was to splay her crotch so that the
entire vulva was exposed and even the small brown anus was exposed to everyone's
gaze. The senior nurse then explained to a blushing Mr Billington that this
punishment was normally inflicted following a close shaving of the area but as
no such order had been issued on this occasion, the pubic hair would afford some
protection. However, the knots in the cord would invariably trap some of the
hair and ensure it's rather abrupt removal, so all was not really in the
prisoner's favour. She went on to explain how some females remained "tight"
around their vulva in this position, others tight, but with their inner lips
protruding, whereas some females gaped wide exposing the softer and more
sensitive inner labia and flesh. Naturally the latter would feel the effects of
the martinet more acutely.

Miss Beaton had earlier poured some disinfectant into a jug and the nurse then
dipped the cords into the liquid, explaining to Billington that cleanliness was
essential and that the added weight of the liquid would make the whip that much
more effective. After a brief pause she removed the dripping implement from the
jug and walked over to take up a position between the prisoner's splayed thighs.
Without hesitation she raised the martinet over her shoulder and brought it
whistling down. The cords landed with an audible "thwick" sound and as they were
dragged clear the female reacted with a gasp and a futile attempt to protect
herself by closing her legs. Five more times the device was raised and brought
down across the soft and private female flesh. Each time the victim flinched and
gasped.

There was a pause while Miss Beaton slowly cleaned each thong with her finger
tips dislodging the pubic hairs that had become entangled

The girl told Stewart that Miss Beaton then slipped on a pair of surgical gloves
and produced what looked like two long thin bulldog clips from the nurse's
equipment bag. She casually stood between the female prisoner's thighs and
clipped each device to the outer lips. As she stepped back Billington and the
junior nurse grasped the attached leads and pulled them around her thighs. The
girls winced as the clips pulled her protective labia wide and left the soft
inner lips and flesh humiliatingly exposed.

The senior nurse changed places with Miss Beaton and remarked to Billington that
he was to hold the lead tight to keep her exposed. The knotted cords were raised
and brought down onto the splayed vulva. The victim raised her buttocks from the
bench but the grip of the restraining staff held her and quickly the last two
lashes were laid in.  The implement was replaced into the disinfectant and the
sobbing prisoner was helped down to the floor and told to stand at the present
with her back to the wall.

One by one the females were dealt with. The girl told Stewart that the worst
part of the punishment was that she could see the whip descending, but was held
in place too firmly to protect herself. The girls with longer denser pubic hair
had the pain of the hairs being pulled out to add to the impact of the knots.
She added, with a blush, that the three lashes with her labia held wide nearly
caused her to wet herself and that she had to walk bandy-legged all the next
day. She added that the females who were naturally gaping as they lay in that
position had it even worse and were sore for days.

Stewart had to admit to himself that he found the females account rather
stimulating and only wished that he had been there himself to witness the sight
and sounds. He was still thinking about the event during a lecture on Prison
Procedures as he sat at the back of the classroom with his squad.

The lecturer was one of the civilian teachers at the Correctional Centre. Her
name was Mrs Gray and she was a mid-forties slim lady with fair greying hair
pulled back in a bun and small pebble glasses that she perched precariously on
her nose. She was dressed in a formal tight dark skirt and dark red blouse that
made her look positively feminine in comparison with the uniformed staff. She
had just reached the part where she was explaining the Centre's policy
concerning prisoners released to work in the community. She explained that
ladies who lived in the area and held positions of authority in the community
could apply for prisoners to be released into their custody for work duties. The
ladies who qualified were usually magistrates, senior policewomen, local
politicians and so on. The work duties would range from hard manual labour to
acting as a ladies maid and were entirely at the discretion of the "lady
employer" as they were termed. Mrs Gray emphasised that prisoner safety was well
taken care of with a set of regulations that need not concern them but
naturally, total obedience and hard work were required of the prisoner.

" ..and heaven help any one of you who comes back with even a complaint let
alone an adverse report written by the lady employer," she whispered in a
menacing manner." The Governor is adamant that the good name of the Centre will
always be put ahead of a little discomfort for one of the prisoners and she has
ordered that any complaint whatsoever will earn the offender a minimum of eight
strokes of the cane on your return. It will be down to you to convince your lady
employer of your obedience and hard work and to accept any criticism or even any
correction that she may consider necessary as an alternative to a formal
complaint". " Obviously, a lot will depend on the nature of the lady employer. I
am sure that each and everyone of them is totally fair and will abide by the
rules".

Later that night Stewart had an opportunity of hearing how the work placement
scheme really worked. He was on fatigue duties in the wardresses recreation
centre and had been given the job of cleaning the toilet block with a thirty
year old female prisoner from another squad named Timmins. She had been sent out
on several placements and now absolutely dreaded being sent out again.

It seemed that the prisoners were delivered by the Centre policewomen and were
handcuffed in the back of the van dressed in their school wear. The lady
employers were hardly chosen at random and usually had been offered one or two
of the female prisoners in return for some favour. She had heard that they
sometimes spent hours going through the intimate files that were kept on each
inmate until they made their selection.

On arrival the prisoners were ordered to strip for inspection in front of their
new owner to ensure that all bruises from previous punishments could be
recorded. They could be made to wear whatever their owner decided and many
stories came back of the females being obliged to work in scanty underclothes
for the amusement of visitors. It seems that the ladies always had a pile of the
worst jobs ready for their prisoner such as lavatory cleaning, personal laundry,
floor scrubbing, garden weeding in all weathers and so on.

The rules seemed to preclude any serious punishment by the lady employer and
only mentioned "minor corrections". Timmins said that this used to be
circumvented by the prisoner being thrashed for some imagined offence shortly
before leaving the centre. That way, who could tell if the wretched female had
been given any unauthorised punishment on her return? Recently however the
centre thrashing had been dropped and the policewoman simply signed the female
over with a statement regarding "existing evidence of punishment on prisoners
body". That way no one would ever comment if she were returned with any marks.

When Stewart asked her whether the prisoners were ever subjected to sexual abuse
Timmins screwed her face up in disgust. " It's so totally unfair," she muttered,
" If you get a lezzie as an employer you have to go along with whatever she
wants and if she is strait you are probably going to be groped and worse by her
husband, boyfriend or even her young sons if she has any. You are their virtual
slave and just have to accept whatever they want to do to you. Believe me, once
you have been sent back with an adverse report you will put up with anything to
prevent another visit to the punishment room.

The female prisoner's explanation was cut short by the arrival in the toilets of
one of the staff. She was tall, with long fair hair and was dressed in her
sports skirt and top. She had obviously been drinking after her exercise session
and seemed to be looking for trouble. She ordered them both to the attention and
stood in front of them flushed and grinning.

" So you are the two who are responsible for the cleanliness of the toilets
tonight," she said, " Since I have to use one of the stalls I might as well
carry out an inspection".

To the concern of the prisoners she deliberately choose a stall that they had
not had time to clean or even check. Whichever wardess had used it earlier, she
had deliberately left it in a disgusting condition. Stewart and Timmins waited
anxiously by the opened door as the wardress recited a list of points.

"Bowl unflushed with urine and paper present. Paper on the floor. Water drops on
the seat and floor. What looks like a scattering of body powder on the floor. 
How DARE you two allow a wardress's toilet to be in such a disgusting state,
clearly you both need to be taught a lesson!"

She went over to the lockers, opened the one where she had stored her day
uniform and extricated her punishment strap from its holder.

"This offence really merits a cane, but I will have to make do with this
implement. Don't expect me to be too accurate with the counting though." She
said. "You will be first girl, remove your panties and hand them to Stewart then
come in the cubicle. Stewart, stand near this door where you can see what is
going on."

The wardress stood astride the toilet pan facing outwards. She bent to lift the
seat and directed Timmins to kneel down and place her neck on the edge of the
pan then lowered the seat so that her neck was trapped and her face was below
the level of the rim. The young wardress then leaned over the trapped prisoner,
raised her skirt and ordered her to reach behind her and pull her bottom cheeks
apart.

Stewart was mesmerised by the sight of the exposed mature cleft with the labial
cleft underneath, clearly a female from a non-shaved squad.  The wardress
carefully raised the strap and brought it down vertically along the inside of
the right buttock crease. Even on the females accustomed to regular thrashings,
this always remained an especially soft and vulnerable area. Timmin's yelp was
magnified by the toilet bowl but her lurch forward was restrained by the grip of
the seat on her neck. Two more lashes were laid in before the wardress changed
her position. Somehow the female prisoner managed to hold her cheeks apart
despite the burning pain. By rights the wardress was limited to three stokes but
it came as no surprise to Stewart or the victim when an additional three strokes
were laid down the opposite crease.

With some difficulty the wardress extricated Timmins and herself from their
positions over the bowl and, ordering Stewart to return the girls panties, told
him to remove his shorts and underwear. He was then told to shuffle forward into
the cubicle on his knees whilst the wardress postioned herself and raised the
toilet seat. He was soon face down in the bowl with the seat lying across the
back of his neck. The stale urine and used paper deposited by a previous female
staff member was inches from his nose with the expected odour being inhaled with
every nervous breath.  The wardresses spread knees were just visible at the edge
of his vision and he saw them flex as she leant forward over his back. Without
being told, he reached behind him to pull his cheeks apart and braced himself
for the inevitable.

He felt the wardress move and then the strap lashed down on the inside of his
right buttock. He consoled himself with the thought that it was only the light
strap, but even so, it hurt like hell. The next stroke fell in the same place
but slightly lower causing him considerable concern in case the tip should catch
his hanging scrotum. Two more strokes were laid into the left inner cheek and
then he heard the order:

"Pull harder on your fingers- I want your cheeks well spread."

He did and the strap was brought swinging down along the furrow of his anus with
a searing burning sensation. It was followed by a second and a third.

The wardress straddled Stewart to vacate the stall and then told them both to
stand to attention outside. Neither wanted to close their legs but did as they
were ordered. The wardress, rather more flushed than she had earlier been,
admonished them again, made a threat of returning to check further and then,
mercifully departed leaving them to clean and polish the toilet. The two
prisoners shrugged their acceptance to each other and resumed their work.

Fortunately the wardresses promise to return became lost in an alcoholic haze
and they were eventually dismissed back to their respective blocks, both aware
that they had escaped lightly by the standards of the Correctional Centre.

It was two days later that a list appeared on the squad notice board. Headed
"Work experience in the community" it listed several prisoners' names including
Stewart and Daley along with 10 females from other squads. They were told to
report to the Guardroom immediately after breakfast the next day with kit and
uniform for three days. That night Stewart packed his shaving kit and toothbrush
along with clean shirts and underwear, relieved that his clothing was simple
compared to the female prisoners. He spent a restless night worried how he would
be treated but exited to be getting a glimpse of the outside world.

By 0800 hours a line of 12 prisoners stood outside the Guardroom carrying their
issued holdalls in the cold morning air. The duty police sergeant informed them
that they would be delivered in pairs to the homes that had been selected. She
reminded them that on their return they could expect to be on "Governor's
Report" for anything other that a glowing report from their temporary owners. It
would be up to them to work hard and maintain the good reputation of the centre.

A large prison van arrived driven by a uniformed wardress. The back door was
opened and, one by one, the prisoners were taken inside. Once their bags had
been placed on a rack they were pushed and shoved into one of the small wire
cubicles than ran down either side. The order was then given to drop their
panties to their ankles, or in Stewart's case, his shorts and underpants. Sets
of handcuffs were swiftly produced and each prisoner had her or his hands
'cuffed behind them and they were told to sit. Padded leather U shaped rests
were fixed to the sides of each cage just above knee height. The prisoner's
knees were quickly lifted and placed in them forcing their legs apart and
pulling their buttocks forward. The seats consisted what appeared to be a
grating that ran the length of the vehicle. It was made up of thin almost sharp
strips of steel welded into a three-inch wide mesh. The weight that had been
taken by their feet was transferred to their buttocks and the metal grill dug in
even deeper. The Finally a broad seat belt was pulled tightly around each waist
forcing the handcuffed hands against the wooden framed walls of the van and
making any movement impossible. The back doors were slammed shut and the engine
started. The two wardress escorts joined the driver in the cab and after a brief
glance at the prisoners through a large window behind them, the van moved off.

A speaker system clicked into life:

" As you prisoners may have noticed," a female voice announced, "this is hardly
a luxury coach tour. You will undoubtedly find your seats a little uncomfortable
but feel free to relieve yourselves anytime, as we will not be making any toilet
stops. There will be no talking. You will be pleased to hear that the rear of
the van is heated but we have decided you will all benefit from some fresh air
instead. I have therefore turned the air-conditioning to maximum."

With that air vents sprang open above their heads and in the troughs that they
were sitting over releasing a chill blast of cold air. The interior of the
prison van was soon like the inside of a refrigerator. With his buttocks
pressing hard into the metal grill. Stewart was relieved that the bruising from
his last beating had almost faded especially when he looked around and realised
that several of the recently punished females were finding the grill decidedly
unsuitable for sitting on. The one opposite seemed less concerned with the
blatant display of her crotch and more with grimacing with her eyes screwed
shut. Fresh weals could be seen on her raised thighs and if they were any
indication of what state her buttocks were in, Stewart could easily understand
her problem.

The speaker crackled into life:

"Just in case any of you have used the facilities, so to speak..."

Fine stinging jets of ice cold water suddenly sprayed up through the grill seats
hitting the parted crotches of the passengers. All the occupants of the van
gasped then squealed with the shock surprise and the chilling coldness as the
water jets hit their anal and vulval areas with some force. For Stewart the jets
also hit his hanging scrotum with added discomfort.

The obvious plan was to ensure that the prisoners were delivered in the most
abject condition possible. Two more freezing washes were administered before the
vehicle pulled to a halt, reversed into a drive next to a large imposing house
and the back doors were opened.

Stewart recognised the young female who waited expectantly for the prisoners to
be released. It was the young female Charlotte who had been allowed to give
Daley so much pain following her careless slip at the public punishments. The
wardress consulted her clipboard and called out the name of another female
prisoner and then...Daley. An audible gasp of horror came from Daley as the cage
was unfastened, she was released, allowed to pull up her panties and then half
dragged down the step to stand, shivering, in front of her tormentress.

Charlotte was certainly dressed for the part in skin-tight jodhpurs, riding
boots, crisp white shirt, black tie and a riding hat. She greeted the shivering
prisoner with icy enthusiasm that even extended to a perfunctory kiss on both
her cheeks. Grinning from ear to ear Charlotte signed to form on the clipboard.
The two prisoners were just being led into the house when the doors slammed shut
on the others and their journey resumed.

The driver seemed to deliberately seek out every pothole in every road knowing
that the uncomfortable seating would further distress her charges. Soon after
leaving each destination, another icy cleaning jet was administered with the two
escorts looking back and giggling at the prisoner's discomfort.

The van was down to its last four occupants when it drew to a halt, the doors
were opened and Stewart's name was called out along with the female opposite.
The wardress released their knees from the supports and as they stood, turned
them roughly around to release their handcuffs so that they could dress
themselves. They soon stood outside the van as the doors were slammed and a
wardress rang the door bell next to large oak door.

It slowly opened and the two prisoners were ordered inside the dark gloomy
entrance. The person who had opened the door remained hidden behind it as the
passenger door on the prison van closed and the vehicle drove away.

Chapter 36

The prison van disappeared up the long tree lined drive. The heavy door slowly
closed with a thud revealing the person standing behind it.

She was a short solidly built woman in her early forties. Around 5 foot three
inches tall she had greying hair fastened in a bun behind her head.  Her face
was plump and plain with grey eyes and large rimmed glasses worn on her nose.
She was dressed in dark navy dress with a leather belt on which dangled a set of
keys. The skirt was long and on her feet was a pair of plain trainers. She
stared at the two intently for a few moments and then spoke with a broad
Scottish accent:

"My name is Mrs Parsons," she announced, " I am the housekeeper here and will be
in charge of you both for the next few days. Mrs McEwan, your owner, is out and
you will meet when she returns, in the meantime I will find you some jobs to
keep you occupied. Follow me."

The two prisoners were led along a corridor to the back of the large imposing
house and into a room containing tack and other equine accoutrements. Miss
Parsons pointed to a bench on which stood two pairs of riding boots, both
covered in mud and straw from the outside yard.

"Mrs McEwan went riding earlier this morning with her daughter, Miss Emma. You
can both start by cleaning and polishing their boots and I will warn you that I
expect to see them both gleaming by the time she returns in around an hour." She
added, with a frosty smile, " I understand that neither of you will require to
use the lavatory for some while so the door will be locked behind you."

With that, the door slammed shut leaving them alone.

Stewart looked at his fellow servant, Gilpin. She was in her mid twenties, tall
with blonde hair down to her shoulders. She was slim but with a full figure
under her white uniform shirt and presented an overall picture of a very
attractive young girl. She returned Stewart's look with a shrug of resignation.

"It doesn't seem too bad here," she said hopefully. I haven't seen any obvious
signs that they intend to mistreat us such as the housekeeper carry a strap or
something."

Stewart agreed and said that if they both worked hard and kept their heads down
it would soon be over. He asked if this was her first experience at working in
the community. Gilpin shook her head and said that she had been sent out twice.
The first time it had been great and far better than being in the centre but the
second time she was sent to a total bitch who treated both her and the other
female prisoner like animals. It wasn't just the thrashings that they got for
the slightest offence, what was worse was the way in which she required the two
of them to provide intimate services for her friends as well as herself. There
was never any question of whether the prisoners were lesbian themselves, she
ordered them to carry out acts that they found disgusting and heaven help them
if they so much as raised an eyebrow in objection.

She would only give Stewart one example and that concerned the other prisoner.
She was loaned to a lady visitor, a middle aged overweight friend of their
owner. Apparently she was into being given oral sex and demanded that the girl
provide it. The woman had, it would seem, been less than fastidious with her
personal washing. The girl hesitated when faced with pressing her face into the
spread crotch and the visitor called in the owner and complained.

The owner used a thin supple riding crop to correct her attitude. She laid on
ten strokes across the hapless girl's backside as she knelt on all fours between
the woman's spread legs. The woman grasped the girl's long hair and held her
tight into the gaping and odorous vulva to muffle her screams. Gilpin said that
from then on they simply obeyed every order and held their feelings in check

Stewart commented on the bruising that he had noticed on her thighs when they
were in the van. Her eyes opened wide in recollection. It seems that she had
fallen foul of one of the policewomen sergeants and had to take an "unofficial"
two days ago. All she had done was to be caught with her tie undone as she
walked towards her next class. She described how the officer had laid on six
real stingers as she lay, unsecured, across the horse. They had really hurt but
she managed to take them without earning any extras by failing to "remain
presented for punishment". After she had dressed and was about to leave, the
sergeant had smiled and casually mentioned that she would see her at the same
time the next day "for the rest". Unbelievably she had stretched it to two
thrashings.

There was of course no appeal or point to any objection. At the same time next
day Gilpin had to march to the guardroom, report to the sergeant, strip on her
command and mount the horse. She gripped the handholds desperately, knowing that
the sergeant had every intention of increasing the punishment if she could. She
selected a heavier weight of cane from the rack and skilfully laid it across the
weals from the previous punishment. Gilpin managed four strokes before the fifth
caused her to let go and protectively place her hands over her buttocks. She did
the same for the sixth and so four more strokes were awarded for "refusal to
accept punishment". All four were lashed across her thighs, hence the marks that
Stewart had seen. As Gilpin remarked, she was just praying that the owner would
be easy on her for the next few days until the bruising had subsided.

With that they set to cleaning the mud off the boots using the large sink.

The two pairs of hand-crafted riding boots were well into the polishing stage
when the two prisoners heard the sounds of a car pulling up at the rear. Through
the top of the window they could seen the roof of an expensive four wheeled
drive vehicle that was no doubt needed to tow horse boxes. Assuming the return
of their owner they polished as hard as they could to achieve a good shine on
the leather before the inevitable inspection.

The unlocking of the door and the entry of Miss Parsons interrupted their
efforts.

"Mrs McEwan will see you now." She announced. They followed the housekeeper
through the house and into a large airy sitting room. The lady of the house sat
poised on the edge of a well-stuffed settee.
She was simply stunning, and Stewart found himself immediately in awe of her. He
later learned that she was the daughter of one of the wealthiest families in the
country and had been indulged from childhood.  She was tall and her figure,
though no longer slim, was well proportioned with matronly bosoms. She appeared
to be in her early forties, just slightly older than Stewart. Her hair appeared
naturally blonde and hung almost to her waist. Her face was even more attractive
with large green eyes and full red lips. A strong smell of expensive perfume
wafted over them. The expression on the near perfect face indicated a woman who
had always been used to getting her own way and heaven help anyone who dared to
question her. Her dress style was immaculate as she sat in tastefully matching
light green blouse, skirt and neck scarf. Stewart didn't need to see the labels
to know that every item was designer chic at it's most expensive.

The two servants stood at attention in front of her, and their names were
announced by Mrs Parsons. Slowly she eyed them both up and down.

"Good morning," she commenced with a smile," As you may know you will be here as
my servants for a few days, unless I have to send you back as unsuitable. You
will address me as "Madam", my housekeeper as "Mrs Parsons" and my daughter,
when you meet her, as Miss Ella. Any visitors will be addressed as Miss or Madam
depending on their age, and, all males as "Sir". I shall expect you both to work
hard at any task that is assigned to you. Any order from myself, Mrs Parsons or
my daughter will be obeyed immediately and without question. Now to the question
of appropriate punishment, I take it that you have both received corporal
punishment whilst at the Centre?"

The prisoners nodded and mumbled an agreement.

" Well, naturally I hope that it won't be necessary to inflict pain to achieve
your obedience, but should it be necessary you may be confident that I shall
either administer punishment myself or authorise Mrs Parsons or my daughter to
do so. I think I should let you know that I have an excellent relationship with
the Centre Staff and they will accept my decisions in this matter. There will,
in other words, be no appeal against my sentence. Is that clear?"

Again the wretched pair nodded and muttered "Yes Madam".

" In accordance with the guidelines laid down for handling prisoners such as
yourselves I will now carry out a full inspection and afterwards you will
receive a nominal punishment in my presence to emphasise my authority. Mrs
Parsons is well aware of the recommendation to keep a room available just for
disciplinary treatments and will take you there in due course. I think I will
start with you, Gilpin- take up the present position . Stewart, stand over by
the wall facing us."

Gilpin stood braced, with her elbows well back and feet well apart. Mrs McEwan
stood up. She was much taller than the girl and stood for a few seconds looking
down at her. She then slowly moved around the motionless female taking in her
hair, face and absurd schoolgirls uniform. She finished standing to her front
scarcely two away from her. Suddenly, Mrs McEwan's attitude changed and the
smile was replaced with a frosty look of disbelief.

" I though that they had high standards of dress at the Correctional Centre,"
she snapped, " What is the meaning of wearing this filthy uniform shirt?"

She jabbed a sharp fingernail at some minute mud specks on the front of the
otherwise pristine shirt. Gilpin gulped and stammered a reply:

" S-sorry Madam, I must have splashed myself scrubbing your boots earlier."

There followed an awful period of absolute silence during which Mrs McEwan
leaned down to examine to examine the girl's shirt even closer. Even from where
Stewart stood he could see the perspiration forming on the female prisoner's
brow and damp patches starting to show around her underarms. It struck him that
her previous experience in the role of servant was proving to be of little help.

" Remove your tie and then your shirt, hand them to Mrs Parsons and resume the
present." Came the order.

After some nervous fumbling Gilpin stood fully braced in just her skimpy
regulation white bra. A visible tremor shook her body and a shiny film of sweat
was forming on her pale exposed skin. Again, her owner slowly walked around her
taking in the sight of the nervous female. She stopped at her front and casually
dragged her long red nails over the front of the bra. Reluctantly, the nubs of
the girl's breasts started to swell and protrude through the thin material. Then
the nails were dragged up and over her exposed underarms.

"I see that you are well shaved girl, I take it that you are similarly  scraped
over your entire body?"

Gilpin nodded her agreement with and almost inaudible "Madam" through her
clenched lips.

"We shall see...we shall see..." muttered Mrs McEwan softly. "Take off you
brassiere!"

Without hesitation Gilpin reached behind her, unclasped the fastener, slipped
the garment down her arms and handed it to the housekeeper; snapping back to the
"present". Mrs Parsons took the bra disdainfully between a finger and thumb-tip
and dropped it on top of her shirt on a side table.

Gilpin's breasts were fully exposed. Despite their size they seemed firm and
pert with little sag. The aerolea were pink and swollen with small fat nipples
in the centre. Inwardly Gilpin knew that she had the sort of breasts that women
envied and dreaded that Mrs McEwan would enact the same jealous retribution that
many of the flatter- chested wardresses had wanted to. She already had two
breast related demerits against her name and knew that she was probably overdue
for a breast punishment in the Centre.

Slowly and sensually the tall woman dragged her fingertips all around the
breasts and then, holding them gently underneath lifted them slightly to assess
their weight.

" My word, you are sweating girl and I do so hate sweaty servants." She
commented. " But you certainly have magnificent breasts...I am really rather
jealous." She added with a sly smile. Have you been punished on them yet at the
Centre?"

" Only two unofficial breast spankings Madam," Gilpin whispered swallowing hard.

" But you haven't had them properly caned yet?"

"N-no Madam, but I have two BRD's so far."

Again Mrs McEwan smiled:

"So one more slip and you will be for it then." She turned to her housekeeper.
"Mrs Parsons, please be so kind as to check the girl's shirt and brassiere most
carefully, we really must support the Correctional staff in their endeavours to
keep these prisoners in line. Naturally, if you find that the brassiere is less
than spotless we will have to consider reporting the problem when the girl is
returned."

Gilpin visibly paled. The inference in her owner's words did not need to be
spelt out. If she were in anyway displeased with her during the stay she would
ensure that as well as an adverse report accompanying her return she would also
be in line for a breast punishment.

She then turned back to the girl and gave her the next order. It was to remove
her shoes and stockings, which Gilpin did, hopping from one foot to the other.
Again, Mrs McEwan spoke in the gentle but sarcastic manner that she favoured.

" I'm sure that you realise that an inspection has to be comprehensive Gilpin,
believe me, I only try to be thorough for your own good so I hope that there
will no girlish modesty for the next part of my examination. Remove your skirt!

No matter how many times the young female had been told to expose herself at the
Centre, she still felt humiliated and embarrassed having to take off her clothes
especially when the marks of her recent thrashing would be displayed. Blushing
she unfastened and slipped out of the short skirt and stood in just her panties
and suspender belt.

A murmur of surprise came from Mrs Parsons, standing to her rear. Mrs McEwan
signalled Gilpin to turn around to see what shocked the housekeeper. Four heavy
blue stripes lay across her thighs between the back of her knees and her
buttocks. More heavy bruising could be seen under the lower edge of the small
white panties.The marks of the seat in the van could still be seen imparting a
reference grid to the girl's thighs and buttocks. She ordered the girl to spread
her legs and grasp her ankles then pulled the white material covering the
buttocks up tight exposing her nates.

"It seems that you have been recently punished Gilpin. What was that for?" she
enquired.

The doubled over prisoner described her offence and how the policewoman had
dealt with her. Far from offering sympathy Mrs McEwan expressed disgust at the
girl's seeming inability to keep herself neat and tidy.

"So it seems that the soiled shirt you wore for this inspection is just one
example of your slovenly dress habits. Clearly we will need to bear that in mind
during your stay with us." She then leant forward and dragged her fingernails
over the bruises. Gilpin winced and flinched at her touch.

"Mmmm, you seem sensitive to the touch, so at least we will know that any
punishment we lay on the area will be extremely effective. Now stand up and
remove your panties."

Gilpin stood, turned to face her and slipped her damp white panties down her
legs, stepped out  and handed them to the housekeeper assuming, once more, the
present position. Again they were handled between the fingertip and thumb and
dropped on the pile.

" I suppose you will say that the wetness is a result of the van journey, non
the less Mrs Parsons, a thorough check of the cleanliness please. Now lets take
a closer look at the girls more intimate areas." Initially, Mrs McEwan confined
herself to just looking at Gilpins shaved pudenda but then ordered her to climb
on to the settee on all fours.

Just then the door opened and a young woman walked in. She was almost 20 years
old, tall with long fair hair and a slim build. She was dressed in a superb
trouser suit and blouse. Even before she had greeted Mrs McEwan as "Mummy" the
two prisoners has assumed that this must be Miss Emma, the daughter of the
house.

She apologised for bursting in, as she didn't realise that "Mummy" had guests.
Mrs McEwan hastily reassured her.

"Nonsense my dear, these are the two prisoners that I told you about. Mrs
Parsons and I are going through the formalities if you would care to help. If
you remember, unlike the previous arrangement, I specifically arranged to have
one of each sex so that you could use them for that project you have been
working on. In fact, you have just given me an idea, rather than me carry out an
intimate check of the girl we could postpone it until later, if you know what I
mean!"

Emma smiled brightly and agreed. Both Gilpin and Stewart were puzzled by the
conversation but apprehensive about the contents, the former feeling lucky that
she had escaped that particular humiliation for the time being.

"Stand up Gilpin and take that ridiculous prison suspender belt off, we had
better decide how you will be dressed whilst in my service," said Mrs McEwan .

"With respect Madam," Mrs Parsons interrupted, "I have already put some though
to that matter, the girl is a little broader than Miss Emma but she could wear
her panties and one of your bras that are awaiting laundry. Then she can wear
Miss Emma's vest and skirt from her college PT kit, and that should suffice."

Emma was sent to collect the items and returned with a mischievous grin. In her
hand she had a collection of bras and panties. In the other hand she held her
open gym bag.
" I'm afraid the only clothes I can find are rather grubby, its over a week
since I wore the gym kit and I must have forgotten to put it in the laundry so
its been festering in this bag. Anyhow, she is only a servant girl so I guess
she will just have to accept what is available."

Miss Parsons selected a pair of light blue thong panties that were seemingly
Emma's and a white half cup bra that, from the more generous dimensions, was
obviously her mother's. Hesitatingly Gilpin donned the panties noticing the all
too obvious stains in the crotch and the thin thong. She managed to hide her
natural revulsion at being obliged to wear the younger female's dirty clothing.
The bra was tight around her body but the supported half-cups fitted snugly
under her breasts lifting them even higher. She could smell the stale sweat on
the vest even before it was handed to her but again, she managed to hide her
distaste as she slipped the crumpled white garment over her head and shoulders.
The grey skirt was fortunately adjustable to her larger hips and, though short,
fitted well. Finally a pair of plain leather sandals were handed to her that she
placed on her feet. She was then told to change place with Stewart.

" I don't know if you realise Emma, but Mrs Parsons previously worked for a lady
who had frequent use of prisoners from the male Correctional Centre so she as
considerable experience of keeping men in line. I think that it would be better
if she carried out Stewart's examination and pointed out various techniques that
you may find useful."

With that, Mrs Parsons stood directly in front of the male looking up at him.
Without taking her eyes off him she ordered him to stand at attention and
addressed the young girl:

" The main thing, Miss Emma is that you start by making sure the male prisoner
is in no doubt as to your authority."

She then raised her hand and slapped him across both cheeks with the palm and
back of her right hand. Stewart saw both blows coming but managed to remain at
attention and not attempt to avoid them. He was left with his ears ringing and
considerably shaken by the force of the slaps.

" What we are looking for here," she continued," is any attempt to dodge the
hand as that would indicate a lack of acceptance on his part, I will now repeat
the exercise and as he will be fully expecting the slaps, this will really test
his obedience."

She slowly drew her right hand back over her shoulder, paused, and brought it
slamming across his face knocking him sideways. Red faced, he swiftly resumed
the correct position as she drew her hand back over her left shoulder and
brought it viciously across his other cheek knocking him the other way. It took
all of Stewart's willpower to accept this brutal treatment and not to defend
himself or even hit back, but accept he did, remaining rigidly at the attention.

Mrs Parsons muttered her approval and stepped back. She then curtly ordered him
to remove his denim shirt and ran her stubby fingers over his chest, pausing to
give each nipple a sharp tweak. Next she ordered the removal of his shoes, socks
and shorts and told him to stand at the present. The only covering was now the
small thin cotton briefs and the outline of his genitals was more than apparent.

Stewart was only too aware how the swelling of his penis was just what Mrs
Parsons wanted, so that she would be given the excuse to further humiliate and
hurt him. He tried desperately to control himself in front of the three staring
females but the engorgement continued and he could feel his member expanding
into his briefs.

Mrs McEwan was the first to comment:

"I hope, Mrs Parsons, that the swelling I can see in the males underpants isn't
what I think it is, I have no intention of allowing that sort of behaviour
especially in front of my daughter!"

Mrs Parsons, feigned embarrassment and shook her prim little head in disbelief.

" I'm sorry Madam, but I half expected this sort of problem when I heard that he
was coming from a Female Correctional Centre. If he had spent time in the Male
Centre he would have had this sort of insolence thrashed out of him by now. I
hear that in those centres the mere sight of one of the canes can do the trick
but I suppose this boy has had it easy and been mollycoddled by the lady
wardresses. Take off your briefs and resume the present Stewart!"

Stewart did and felt his penis nod and swing as he assumed the position. A gasp
of horror came from Miss Emma.

" How utterly disgusting!" snorted Mrs McEwan.

" Well Madam," Mrs Parsons replied, "we have two choices: We can send him back
immediately with a formal complaint or we can allow him to remain here but under
the sort of control that he obviously needs. He would have to agree to accepting
any discipline that we thought fit."

It took Mrs McEwan only seconds to acidly offer the prisoner the choice and for
him to accept. Stewart's heart sank. Far from being an easy few days this was
going to be hell on earth for both Gilpin and himself. With renewed confidence,
Mrs Parsons continued her examination and firmly grasped his penis with her
right hand.

" It is up to your individual preference as to whether male servants are allowed
to keep their glans covered or not Madam. Obviously this option doesn't arise
with a circumcised male, but with this one you can either instruct that he keeps
himself covered or....bare."  she said quickly snatching back his foreskin." I
understand that the wardresses refer to this as "skinned or un-skinned. There
are obvious benefits regarding hygiene but really it's a matter of personal
preference".

Mrs McEwan moved in close so that her perfume was even more seductive to
Stewart's nose. She asked to see the penis un-skinned and then skinned. Mrs
Parsons obliged with a fierce grip, pulling the foreskin over the head, and then
uncomfortably back with her clenched fist against his pelvic bone. She explained
how she had heard that many of the male prisoners were given compulsory
circumcisions in the Male Centre should any of the medical staff consider it
necessary. The lady doctor there specialised in trimming the foreskin "high and
tight" so that as much of the shaft as well as the glans was exposed. Naturally
the prisoner was given no choice in the matter and the grounds for the
uncomfortable procedure could be just one isolated example of poor personal
hygiene. It was a constant risk that a prisoner ran whenever he was in the hands
of one of the medical staff.

Mrs McEwan murmured her approval of the "skinned" look and moved back. She then
asked what clothing was planned for the servant.

In response Mrs Parsons retrieved a small pair of black briefs from a drawer.
She explained that she had borrowed them from her old employer and it was what
they made their male servants wear.  A pouch of thin stretch material would
enable the penis to erect without being blatantly exposed. The thin leather
straps fitted tightly around the waist and between the buttocks.

" It will be obvious whenever he has the slightest erection but at least it will
remain covered. Naturally the thong will leave his backside fully available for
any correction. I really don't think that he needs to wear anything else and his
lack of clothing will be a constant reminder of his status.

With some difficulty Stewart slipped the article on and bent his still swollen
penis to fit into the pouch. This would be a tight fit and with the rough
material chafing his exposed glans, the prospect of an erection would be ever
present.

Mrs McEwan smilingly told Emma that the rest of his inspection could form part
of her project, as would Gilpin's. She instructed her to make the arrangements
for three in the afternoon and suggested that they should now get the formal
welcoming punishment over.

Mrs Parsons led a nervous and puzzled pair of servants towards the room where
they had been cleaning the boots. On entering she went straight to a locked door
on the far side, opened it, reached inside to switch on a light and then nodded
her head to indicate that the two should enter. There was a steep set of steps
that led down into a brilliantly lit basement. The group gathered at the foot of
the steps and looked around the underground chamber. A smell of damp earth hung
in the air and the temperature was unpleasantly low. A large heavy oak table
stood in the middle of the area with a smaller table covered in implements to
one side. Despite being underground the roof was high and formed out of a white
painted brick arch. All the walls were of a similar construction and the floor
was bare stone blocks. The room clearly had but one purpose: This was where
punishments could be inflicted on house servants. It was a room that did not
encourage hope in the hearts of those who were taken there, rather, the chill
soon permeated their shivering bodies as did the realisation of total
hopelessness.

To be continued.

Chapter 37.

Stewart was surprised by this feeling of impending doom. Whatever the lady owner
had planned for Gilpin and himself, whatever punishment she had in mind, he knew
that it would be minor in comparison with anything he could receive in the hands
of the Centre staff.  Despite this logical thought he stood apprehensively
alongside the female prisoner awaiting the arrival of the mother and daughter
who effectively owned them both.

It was a full five minutes before Emma and her mother walked down the steps of
the basement. Mrs McEwan glanced approvingly around the chilly basement that had
obviously been prepared to her instructions.

"This will not take long. I will simply be impressing on you both that you are
totally in my charge and to let you feel an application of pain that will
reinforce my authority. I could say that my hopes are that this will be the last
time it will be necessary to hurt either of you, but from what I have read of
your reports I very much doubt that. I have decided to inflict ten strokes of
the strap across your buttocks. I will lay on the first six, Miss Emma the next
two and Mrs Parsons the final two. I feel that it will be as well for you to
understand that both my daughter and housekeeper will be involved in your
conduct whilst here and so you should fully appreciate that they may have to
punish you on my behalf. "

Stewart felt a surge of relief. The strap hanging from Mrs Parson's belt looked
as if it would certainly hurt, but at least he wouldn't be getting a belting
with a real punishment strap.  Unfortunately Mrs McEwan had other plans, walked
over to the table on which lay the implements and picked up a heavy looking two
tailed tawse.

"Nicely oiled I see, Mrs Parsons." She remarked running the leather through her
manicured fingers. "A little added weight from the oil is always welcome and of
course, the increased suppleness really gives a proper wrap around."

She raised her right arm and slammed the strap down across the wooden table top
with a  loud thud that made both prisoners jump.

" You first Stewart, strip off your thong."

All the females, including Gilpin watched, as he hopped out of the pouch type
pants. His penis, with the pulled back foreskin, was still semi-erect as a
result of the chafing of the rough material. Following the nodded instruction
from Mrs McEwan he bent over the end of the large table until his left face and
chest were flat with the surface, then gripped the sides. The table was not that
tall so he had to spread his legs wide so that his feet would stand flat on the
ground to brace him. He could see Mrs McEwan slowly walk to the end of the table
and look down at his buttocks with a look of casual disinterest. She gently laid
the strap across his nates in an almost stroking motion. The leather felt sturdy
and heavy even as it simply rested on his flesh. And then it was slowly raised
above her shoulder.

He heard the dreadful sound of the strap making contact on his unprotected seat
just a millisecond before he felt the pressure of the leather striking home. The
pain followed with its usual inevitable delay of around a second or so.  Had it
been one of the buxom wardresses laying it on Stewart would not have been
surprised by the force and pain of the blow. As it was an exquisitely feminine
and stylishly dressed lady wielding the strap, it came as a brutal shock.

The strap continued to lay into the ever increasingly sensitive buttocks with
Stewart hard pushed to retain his grip on the sides of the table. He fought to
control his breathing, knowing that keeping his chest inflated would somehow
help. Each stroke forced a low grunt from his clenched teeth but he somehow
found time to wonder how on earth Gilpin would cope with her buttocks already in
a bruised and sensitive state. Finally Mrs McEwan finished her allotted six
strokes, laid the strap down on Stewart's back and called Emma across. The lady
herself remained as immaculate as ever without any sign of breaking sweat or
even being short of breath.

Miss Emma ordered him to stand. Instantly her eyes went down to his crotch and,
noticing his deflated member, smiled at her mother.

"You have certainly cured his disgusting problem Mummy. He looks a lot more
respectful now, I must see if I can help him a little more!" She then ordered
him back into  position and smirked when he winced as the skin was tightened.

She put her whole weight behind the strap but she lacked the experience and
strength of the older woman. Even so the two strokes, laid across the swelling
weals, certainly hurt. There was no further discussion as Mrs Parsons took the
proffered strap from Emma and took up her position.

Both strokes were laid on with venom across the very top of his thighs almost
lifting his feet off the floor. It was always these thigh strokes that hurt the
most, even without the strength of the sturdy housekeeper laying them on.
Stewart realised that although this was a minor and even token punishment, Mrs
Parsons was using it to impart a clear message that she was not a person to
cross.

He remained across the table until Mrs McEwan spoke:

"Well Boy, that very nominal discipline should help to emphasise my authority.
If you find yourself across that table again during your stay, you may expect a
more effective degree of punishment. Stand up and change places with the girl."

Gilpin moved unsteadily towards the table. Until that second she had held some
hope in her heart that simple humanity would intervene on her part and she would
escape the inevitable. Her buttocks clenched and unclenched under her short
skirt and panties as she waited. Mrs McEwan ordered her to strip completely and
place her flimsy clothes on a side table. She soon stood, naked before them.

Mrs McEwan looked her up and down with a self-satisfied smile. She had, after
all, gone to a lot of trouble to select a girl as attractive and full figured as
Gilpin from the files she had been allowed to secretly examine. It was essential
to find a female who had a bad record, so that little or no sympathy would come
her way when she was returned to the Centre. One of the wardresses suggestions
that marking her before she left would go a long way to obscure any further
punishment that might be necessary. The Policewoman Sergeant had been only too
happy to oblige with a couple of quick "informals".  Ideally, Mrs McEwan had
hoped to find a girl taller than herself, but in every other way Gilpin would be
a perfect victim. Her breasts were full firm and uplifted with large pink
nipples that were bound to be super-sensitive. She was slim but a little heavy
around the buttocks so that area would absorb punishment well. Her absence of
crotch hair was a novelty and revealed that her inner labia protruded slightly
in what was bound to be an embarrassing way to the girl even when she was not
fully displayed. A near perfect choice she thought to herself. It was time for
her to make her life hell.

"Let me have a look at your buttocks again girl." She commanded making a
twirling sign with her right forefinger. "Dear me, the staff certainly lay the
cane on hard at the Centre, you must be very sore and tender around your
backside and thighs. It does seem such a shame that I have to lay the strap
across them, perhaps we should consider letting you off, otherwise it will be
agonising for you poor thing."

Gilpin felt her heart soar. The lady owner was human after all. but then Mrs
McEwan continued:

"What do you think Mrs Parsons? Surely we can't thrash the girl over all those
bruises?"

Mrs Parsons played her part in the charade with enthusiasm. First she gasped as
if in surprise, then spoke:

"With great respect Madam, your kindness will get us nowhere. The girl is an
obviously idle and insolent prisoner with a record as long as your arm. No way
would those wardresses have caned her as hard as they did for only a trifling
error. The state of her buttocks and thighs is entirely her own fault and if
anything, the punishment should be increased so that she will be taught a real
lesson."

Gilpin visibly swallowed and a tear ran down her cheek. There was no hope, she
was to be strapped without mercy and somehow she would just have to take the
beating

Mrs McEwan murmured her agreement with Mrs Parson's views and ordered Gilpin
across the table. She took up the same position as Stewart but her shorter legs
hung down with just her toes touching the cold tiles. A gentle tremor started
and soon her entire body shook as she awaited the first stroke.

Up until the time the strap started to fall there was still a remnant of hope
left in the girl, but that died as the split tailed leather slammed across her
tenderised buttocks. She gritted her teeth exclaiming a muffled groan and hung
on to the table for dear life. Remorselessly  the oiled leather was raised high
and brought down creating another searing band of pain, and this time she could
not help the scream of agony that was forced from her. Mrs McEwan laid on her
six promised strokes leaving the wretched female sobbing and shaking. Casually
she then ran her hands over the swelling globes feeling the heat that emanated
from the broad weals.

"Such a shame to have to hurt you like this Gilpin, but I really have no
alternative." She said patronisingly before handing the strap to Miss Emma.

Emma followed her mother's example and ran her hands over the naked buttocks
feeling the pain generated heat for herself. Her eyes opened wide giving Stewart
the clue that she was new to the disciplining of servants...but learning fast.

Her two strokes were laid on with all the enthusiasm of youth and her
disappointment that Gilpin managed to absorb them without standing up or
otherwise moving, was obvious.

Mrs Parsons took the strap from her. Without delay she raised it high and
brought it curling in to lash across the top of her thighs neatly covering two
of the heavy strips of bruising that the cane had made. Gilpin was again forced
to scream and pleaded with her tormentors:

"Pplease Madam...no more...I c-can't take it anymore."

She was still stuttering and dribbling on to the table when the final stroke
lashed in. Making a superhuman effort she gripped the table edge with white
knuckles and though sobbing violently, held her position.

She was ordered to her feet and, with Stewart, told to dress again. For a while
she was safe from further punishment and had only to live with the deep
after-pain of the strapping.

Without further comment, Mrs McEwan and her daughter left the cellar. Mrs
Parsons took over.

"You two have just over an hour to get yourselves in the right frame of mind for
Miss Emma's project. Hopefully by then Gilpin will have stopped snivelling and
feeling sorry for herself. You can fill in time with some household
duties-follow me!"

They were both taken to a laundry room. Gilpin was shown a large pile of clothes
awaiting ironing and Stewart was told to accompany Mrs Parsons. She led him up
the stairs to her small flat at the rear. Once inside the bedroom she turned to
face him.

"I will give you some free advice Stewart. That girl is here for the amusement
of Mrs McEwan and her daughter and it just happens that their idea of amusement
is hurting people. With luck she will take most of the punishment for both of
you, provided you keep your nose clean and don't try to be a hero in protecting
her. Understood?"

What choice did he have he thought smartly snapping to attention and agreeing.

"Be co-operative Stewart, and this stay with us may even be enjoyable, at
times." She added reaching forward and cupping the bulge in his pouch between
her fingers.

She lingered there for some time gently squeezing and stroking; Stewart could
feel the expansion of his penis within the tight confines of the coarse
material. Was she for real or was she just setting him up for further pain he
wondered.

Suddenly the spell was broken as she removed her fingertips from his bulge.

"Right then, you can do some very personal laundry for me. In that tub is my
underwear for the last week or so, hand wash it in the laundry. "

Apprehensively Stewart opened the tub and reached in. He lifted out several bras
of different colours, a couple of suspender belts, some tights and about a dozen
pairs of full-sized panties. Gathering them up he went down with them to the
laundry room, hoping that neither Mrs McEwan or Miss Emma would see him and more
importantly, his  obvious arousal.

Gilpin had stopped crying and was well into ironing the mountain of washed
clothes when he returned. Stewart carefully arranged the housekeeper's underwear
into piles. The brassieres surprised him as they were of the support type and he
noted that the size, 36D was somewhat larger than he expected. Clearly Mrs
Parsons had hidden assets. The numerous panties were of a very conservative
style and size and fitted her dour Scots formality perfectly. This was not the
sort of woman to wear fripperies, as he should have guessed from her sensible
shoes. The usual scent of sweat and femininity hung over the piles but he was
relieved to see that the inner crotches of the panties, though far from
spotless, were an improvement on the panties that he had been obliged to wash at
the Centre.  He filled a large sink with hot water and detergent and went to
work on each item pondering how close he would be expected to get to their
wearer.

Sadly, he realised that the choice would not be his; his lack of sexual interest
in the dowdy woman would be immaterial. He was there to be used as any of them
saw fit at any time for anything. Washing their most intimate clothing might
well turn out to be one of the highlights of his stay with them. With that
thought uppermost in his mind, and his buttocks still throbbing from the
beating, he concentrated on the Housekeeper's soiled underwear.

The wall clock said 2.50pm when Mrs Parsons returned and told them they were to
follow her once again. She marched them outside in into a large barn at the rear
of the property. It had a brick floor with some extremely powerful lights set in
the roof that illuminated the entire area. Several waist high assorted benches
stood three feet apart in the centre. They were covered in the sort of mattress
that you would find on a pool recliner. Two rows of white garden chairs were
arranged at the foot of the benches. The mystified servants were told to stand
with their backs to the far wall and await instructions.

The sound of arriving vehicles broke the silence. The first to arrive was a
young lady who needed no introduction: Miss Charlotte. Dressed in her full
riding costume of boots, jodhpurs and white shirt she was accompanied by a very
contrite looking Daley and another prisoner. They were still dressed in their
prison schoolgirl uniforms but looked rather dishevelled and miserable. Like
Stewart and Gilpin they were told to stand over by the wall whilst Miss
Charlotte went in search of her friend Miss Emma. Open conversation was out of
the question, but from whispered questions it was clear that none of the
prisoners had any idea what was happening.

Another group arrived. This time it was a short buxom lady in her forties
wearing a tight fitting Nurses uniform. She had with her two other female
prisoners and, suprisingly, another male prisoner in a denim suit and T shirt.
They too were told to stand against the wall where they looked as mystified as
the others.

Miss Emma, also now dressed for riding, returned with Charlotte and greeted the
Nurse respectfully. Emma then stood in front of the prisoner/servants and
addressed them:

" You may be wondering what you are here for. It is very simple: I have decided
that you can be usefully employed in training a group of young students. They
are studying Human Biology at the local college and their teacher has asked that
we provide a practical class in the subject as an improvement on the present
method that relies on books, videos, wall charts and...no doubt a certain amount
of adolescent fumbling between themselves. You will follow the instructions of
the Nurse here who will be in charge. Any refusal to carry out an instruction,
any attempt to avoid any examination and any display of overt modesty on your
part will be punished immediately. Carry on please Nurse."

The nurse soon had them stripped off to their basic bra and panties with the
males wearing the regulation small pouches. She then had the five female
prisoners line up with their backs to one wall and the males line up on the
other side of the room. She produced a large black felt tip pen and went down
the line writing large numbers on their chests just below neck level. Stewart
was numbered 7. They then all had to turn around and lift their right foot to
the rear to have the numbers inscribed on the soles of their feet. They were all
puzzled by the choice of the site for the numbers.

It was clear that the females had been chosen for the varied body types and
ages. One prisoner who had arrived with the Nurse was in her forties, at least
five foot ten inches tall, heavily built with wide thighs and huge soft breasts
for which her brassiere provided little support. Another, barely twenty, short
slim with small breasts that made even the prison brassiere seemed too generous
in size. Large coloured wall charts showing Female Genitalia and another the
male genitalia were hung on two easels. The scene was set.

Another vehicle was heard to arrive outside. Miss Emma ushered in the group
which consisted of five young female students and five male. Stewart guessed at
their age group which was certainly not over twenty. They were dressed in some
sort of up-market school uniform, the males wearing shirts, ties and trousers
and the females white short sleeved blouses and dark blue skirts. All of them
clutched a clipboard covered in papers and They dutifully sat in the chairs and
the Nurse started the lecture:

"Welcome to the first of what we hope will be a radically new type of training
session for young people such as yourselves. Rather than follow the usual stuffy
and boring classroom techniques we have permission to use the live subjects that
you can see in front of you. You will be learning how to use them as training
aids and hope that you will soon overcome any embarrassment that you might feel.
As to the "aids" themselves, you have no need to concern yourself as to any
embarrassment, discomfort or distress that your use of them may cause. They are
all prisoners serving a sentence and will accept any degree of handling that you
may require and you do not need to be at all gentle with them. I should warn you
that most, if not all of them, will carry marks of a recent punishment. Indeed,
if there is any disobedience on their part during this class, it may be
necessary to discipline them in front of you. At the request of you Principal,
The lady students may handle prisoners of either sex, but the young gentlemen
need only handle the females. The lecture and practice will be split into two
major sections. Firstly we will be examining the subjects in great detail then
secondly will be requiring them to demonstrate any sexual practices or positions
that you might care to see. Naturally, if at any time one of you have a question
or wishes to examine anything in more detail, we will do our best to comply with
the request or suggestion."

The seminar started with the nurse calling forward the large female and Stewart.
They both stood in front of the class at the "present". Using a thin, shiny,
extending metal pointer the nurse indicated the rather obvious differences by
prodding both of them. She then posed the first question:

"What is the clothing difference that you can all see?"

One of the young males immediately put up his hand and when looked at replied
that both subjects wore a form of pants but only the female had her breasts
covered. The nurse nodded encouragingly and asked why that was bearing in mind
that other clothing would usually suffice to ensure modesty.

It was one of the female students who suggested that it was to provide support
for the breasts. Agreeing with her answer, the Nurse called all the underwear
clad females into a long line and commented on the different sizes that the
female breast could include. She then pointed to a tall, fair-haired young male
student and asked him to step forward and then arrange the female prisoners in a
line according to their apparent breast size. With some blushing he indicated
who was to stand where and had the tall large breasted female stand to the left
of the audience with the others dressed off to their right.

When he had resumed his seat the nurse gave the order:

"Jumping on the spot...begin!"

Well used to the exercise from the Correctional Centre, the line started to
bounce up and down on the balls of their feet, and their breasts started to
bounce in sympathy on their chests. This was always an exercise dreaded by the
larger girls as it had but one aim, to make you exercise your breasts until they
hurt. Fortunately however, their bras were providing some much appreciated
support as their boobs moved up and down.

The Nurse continued to speak as they exercised:

"As you can see the brassiere is designed to provide support, without which the
larger breasted females would now be experiencing some discomfort...and Stop!"

A collective sigh of relief went down the line. It silenced itself when the
Nurse selected another young male, short and rather spotty and told him to move
down the back of the line removing the brassieres. He started with No 5, the
only girl not in need of support. He fumbled with the fastenings and then
slipped the shoulder straps down pulling the cups round to the back as they fell
free.

The Nurse moved quickly to a position next to the blushing female and prodded
her with the pointer as she spoke:

"Here is the youngest prisoner, aged around twenty years, and co-incidentally
the one with the least developed breasts. Note the relatively large size of the
nipples and aerolea which would be more appropriate for a younger female before
the breast had fully developed. The  breasts themselves are embarrassingly small
but have the advantage of not causing the owner any discomfort during exercise.
As this young man seems to be having trouble with the brassiere clips, would you
young lady, please unfasten them from the rear so that he can remove the garment
from the front?"

A tall dark haired young lady stepped forward and was soon standing behind the
next female, No4 a thin blonde in her early twenties, unclipping her bra. The
male then soon pulled it free of the breasts and then stood back. Two reasonably
sized breasts were revealed but it was the near perfect conical shape that
created the interest in the room. Standing out well from the chest of the slim
girl they were capped by equally conical pink aerolea and large thick nipples.
The Nurse instructed the male student to excite the nubs with his fingertips.
Nervously he tweaked the nubs and with their owner crimson with embarrassment,
they engorged to almost an inch in length.

Number 3 in the line was Daley. Already blushing with the shame of parading her
short plump body in just her underwear she stared fixidly ahead as the clasp was
undone, the bra pulled down over her arms and the entire room able to stare at
her substantial breasts.

Swiftly they bared Gilpin's breasts, and following a few comments form the nurse
about their size and firmness, moved on to the large female. Here the breasts
were of a different size and consistency to any other in the room. They were
simply huge and pendulous, even with the support of the prison brassiere. It
took the students some time to unfasten the clasps and pull the material free of
the woman's chest. Her breasts flopped out and sagged down to a level with her
navel. Her aerolea were dark brown and over three inches in diameter so that
they hung nested against her ample stomach . Short and stubby nipples of the
same colour pointed down to the floor.

The nurse quickly snapped the line to attention, made a few comments about how
they would now demonstrate the support qualities for females of the brassiere
and gave the order:

"Jumping on the spot...BEGIN!"

From the thin girl with small breasts on the right, to the mature matron on the
left both the movement of the breasts and the anguish on their owner's faces
increased as the students eyes moved down the line. After only two minutes Daley
and Gilpin were obviously suffering as their breasts, at first moving in
synchronisation with their body, started to bounce and sway individually. No 1
in the line was in total distress with the huge jugs rippling and flopping
around almost pulling her off balance. The aerolea were bouncing free of her
torso only to come falling back to an even lower position with an audible slap.

Eventually the order to stop was given and the line of breathless females came
to a halt. The Nurses lecture continued.

"The lady students may be surprised that none of the prisoners stopped jumping
when her breasts became uncomfortable. Perhaps it might explain things if I
mentioned that they can all be punished on their breasts should they commit
certain offences and they may well believe, as I do, that an adverse report form
me for failing to exercise as ordered, could well result in a breast type
punishment.  I think that this would now be an opportune moment for you males to
all come forward and examine each female's breasts in turn. I shall expect you
each to assess the weight, firmness, erectness of the nipple and above all, the
sensitivity of each mammary. Feel free to grip and pinch as you see fit." She
turned back towards the line. "The prisoners will place their hands behind their
heads, elbows well back and lean forward from the waist at 45 degrees to
facilitate your inspections."

The females with the larger breasts now found that they hung down under their
own weight. The large woman could feel hers gently swinging as they awaited the
touch of the students. All too soon each prisoner had a male student grasping,
pinching and pulling their sensitive appendages. Each was handled extensively
and two of the young males were soon establishing their sadistic streak as they
made every effort to make the examination as uncomfortable and indeed as painful
as they could. The two prisoners with small breasts were soon left alone and
three of them concentrated on No 1.  A short chubby male knelt on the ground
under her and reached up to grasp  the large nipples firmly between his thumbs
and fingers. In pulling them down he steadied the whole breast so that his
colleague on each side could grasp the dangling breasts between both hands and
squeeze and shake them. When he released his grip, the other two grasped the
aerolea and amused themselves greatly by treating the breasts as udders, even to
making cow like sounds between their juvenile giggles.

Eventually the ordeal was over and they were allowed to stand upright again.
Each of the ten breasts on display were marked with angry pink blotches that
showed the effects of the students fingers and fingernails. The large girl had a
tear of humiliation running down her left cheek.

"We now move on to an examination of the female genitalia. I will demonstrate
what to look for with one of the females, and then we will break into individual
sessions with a prisoner available for each male student to examine thoroughly.
Finally each student will quickly examine all the other prisoners in turn to
observe the difference in individual genitals."

She then looked up and down the line until her eyes alighted on Daley.

"No 3, come over here." She ordered.

A nervous Daley stood in front of her and was told to remove her panties and
assume the present position. Without hesitation Daley stepped out of her last
garment, handed it to the nurse and spread her legs wide. The lecture began. "We
have here a female in her mid twenties, rather chubby but in good overall
condition. You will notice that she is not shaved around her crotch which is an
option at the behest of the Junior Wardess who is in charge of her. I am sure
that she will find this process rather embarrassing, but will raise no
objections, such is her level of training in obedience to orders. You may chose
your own position or positions for your subjects to assume on the tables but
today we will start with No3 lying on her back. Do not be inhibited or
distracted in any way by the marks of punishment that the prisoners may display.
For the time being, at any rate, that will not be of concern to you. Would you
now please put the surgical gloves on. "

A box of latex gloves was handed round and each male nervously struggled to put
them on. With a click of her fingers she pointed to the middle of the tables.
Daley climbed on to it and lay on her back with her legs closed. The Nurse
ordered her to raise her feet to the vertical and then lower them to a position
above her head. Even though her legs then parted she was told to widen them
fully so that her entire crotch would be blatantly exposed. Finally two of the
males were told to stand either side of the girls shoulders to support the feet
and knees pulling them apart ensuring that she remained displayed. The nurse
then ensured that the ceiling spotlight that illuminated between the girl's legs
was turned to maximum, and her ordeal commenced as the other three males
gathered around her. Each young man could be seen trying to adjust his now
rampantly erect penis to a position of greater comfort within his trousers.

Firstly the nurse pointed to the outer labia and commented on the tightness of
the opening, which had only started to part despite the girl's position. She
mentioned how at least one of the other subjects will be found to have
protruding labia minora even with her legs closed. Next her pointer ran down
between the thighs giving the anus a sharp jab. Two more of the young males were
told to stand on either side of Daley and grip the outer folds with their
fingers and thumbs then pull the labia apart. Their grip was unnecessarily firm
and Daley winced as the soft flesh was pinched. The she felt the cold air of the
room as her most private area was spread.

Coldly and professionally the Nurse pointed to each item in turn as the boys
watched. The labia majora, the frilly minora, the opening of the urethra,
prodding it with her pointer so that Daley gasped and lifted herself slightly,
the clitoral hood or and the clitoris itself. The latter she gently stroked with
the tip of her shiny pointer as she described its function to her blushing
class. Finally she pointed out the gland's of Bartholin then donned a pair of
gloves herself.

With the tip of her right forefinger she gently stroked the hood until the
clitoris itself was reluctantly engorged and peeped into view. Explaining how
the hood was the female equivalent of the male foreskin, she continued with the
gentle massage, pointing out the general wetness that was now making the exposed
area glisten. She also drew their somewhat rapt attention to the engorgement
that was taking place around the vaginal area.

The nurse used the moments of Daley's total vulnerability to humiliate her even
further. She ordered her to tell the students how self masturbation was banned
in the centre and how long she had gone without sex. She then had to explain how
she had been obliged to provide sexual services for the wardresses even though
she was not lesbian herself.

All the time the fingertip gently stroked her nub.

She was questioned by one of the students as to what happened if she refused to
provide sex. The now trembling girl explained that she would be strapped or
caned for any disobedience.

Daley tried to remain detached but found the nurses touch uncomfortably and
increasingly sensual. As the stroking increased in its rapidity she found
herself climbing the familiar sexual slope that had been denied to her for so
long, but just before reaching the very peak and achieving release, the nurse
suddenly stopped.


The Nurse then showed them how to locate the female "G" spot. They were
instructed in how to hold the finger and slide it into the vagina to locate the
spot. As she did this she closely watched Daley and noted her involuntary twitch
with her pelvis when the  area was located. Despite Daley's whispered requests
to stop she gently rubbed the spot until the girls hips were starting their
instinctive movement...and then stopped, leaving the girl breathing rather
erratically.

" The rest of your examination has to be done by feel," she commented, " and I
expect you to use at least two of your fingers to get a really good sense of
what the cervix feels like. You may or may not chose to lubricate yourself to
add to any natural lubrication that you may have generated, some of the females
will be tighter than others."

With that she bunched her four fingers together and with a skilled twisting
motion, wriggled them into Daley's vagina. There was no added lubrication and
Daley gave a muffled groan at the intrusion then lay back gritting her teeth as
the fingers flexed and stretched her sensitive opening.

The Nurse swiftly withdrew her fingers and went around the male group holding
the fingers under each nostril. She explained the smell as that of a healthy but
aroused female and told them to make sure that they checked all the other
females for the same scent. She then discarded her gloves and ordered each of
the five female prisoners to stand alongside a table.

"The male students will now have five minutes to examine individual prisoners in
whatever position they see fit on or over the table. The prisoners are reminded
that any disobedience to a student or reluctance to comply with his examination
requirements will be punished severely. This is not a routine medical
examination and each female must expect a certain amount of discomfort. Remove
your panties." She then turned towards the eager young men and, with a glance at
her watch, told them to start.

Most of the female prisoners would regard the next 30 minutes as the most
humiliating of all their time in the Centre. The young men fell into the role of
their superior with appalling ease and had them assume the most humiliating
positions as they groped, squeezed, poked and prodded their way around the
female's bodies. It was interesting to observe how often the large female was
made to kneel on all fours with her large breasts swinging beneath her and with
her heavy thighs parted to admit a young hand. The silence of the room was only
broken by the muttered commands of the males and the gasps, squeals and
exclamations through gritted teeth of the females.

A brief word of command from the Nurse:

"Change over!"

And the ordeal would start all over again with the breasts usually being the
first target. It became apparent that two of the males were determined to cause
as much pain and discomfort as possible whilst the other three all seemed to do
their best to sexually excite their victims. More than one sudden scream seemed
based on pleasure rather than pain as the circus continued.

Finally the Nurse called a halt and the shaking and dishevelled females were
told to stand with their backs to the wall. A smell of female musk pervaded the
room resulting in the female students, still in their chairs, wrinkling up their
pert noses in humorous distaste.

Casually the Nurse asked the students if there had been any cases of
disobedience with the female prisoners. As if expecting the question, the two
junior sadists complained that No4 had been slow and reluctant to follow their
orders. It only took a brief glance to the other three to have them nodding in
agreement. An awful silence fell upon the room as the Nurse pointed to the
offending girl, clicked her fingers and indicated that she was to move back to
the centre table.

Her pert pointed breasts trembled as she stood at attention awaiting the nurse's
next order. She was told to lay flat on her back on the table. Miss Charlotte
walked over to the table carrying a medium leather strap that she had collected
from somewhere. A brief discussion then took place between Charlotte, Emma and
the Nurse. The latter then spoke:

"You were warned girl, so you only have yourself to blame for this punishment.
Miss Charlotte and Miss Emma will now give you five strokes apiece with the
strap across the front of your thighs."

One male was asked to hold the girls ankles together and two more were asked to
hold her arms to her side and her shoulders down. Slowly and deliberately the
two young girls laid the strap across the plump soft upper thighs starting just
above the knees and culminating with a stinging slap from Miss Emma that just
touched the pouting labia of the victim. It was only the heavy and
enthusiastically applied grip of the students that held the whimpering girl to
the table.

Punishment over, the girl was sent, limping, to join the others and nervous
chatter broke out amongst the stunned female students.

The next announcement was the one that Stewart and the other male had been
dreading:

"We will now demonstrate how the male prisoner should be handled and examined.
Stewart, remove your thong and stand by the table."

To be continued.

Chapter 38.

With a nervous glance at each other, Stewart and the other male slipped off
their thong type pants and stood naked at the "present". The temperature within
the barn seemed to fall as they contemplated the five naked female prisoners
against the wall, the five excited young students, Miss Emma, Miss Charlotte,
Mrs Parsons and the Nurse. All were staring at their crotches with interest.

The younger male was fully erect, displaying the tightly cut foreskin favoured
by the Male Centre. Stewart, trying desperately to control himself, was only
half-erect. As the cool air reached his exposed glans however, the member
twitched its inexorable way to full tumescence. The Nurse addressed the
assembled females:

"I had hoped that we could start this lecture with these males demonstrating how
their organs look when not erect. Unfortunately they have insisted on displaying
themselves in this vulgar fashion so we will start from the position we are now
in, however, I trust that Miss Emma will deal with their lack of control in the
manner I showed her earlier?"

She glanced in the direction of the young lady who responded by nodding her head
in agreement. Emma calmly walked across to Stewart, held out the first two
fingers of her right hand so that they lay side by side, reached out to his
dangling scrotum and gave the contents a sharp tap with her fingertips. His
knees were still buckled trying to absorb the pain when he heard the grunt from
Nevitt the other male,  as he was dealt with.

The Nurse then questioned why Stewart had his foreskin pulled back, and on
hearing from Emma that this was "Mummy's" preference, expressed surprise that
she had not applied for a rigorous circumcision for the male. She then conceded
that by pulling the foreskin back into its normal position, the comparison
between the two examples would be most instructive.

In no time at all she had not only the five young female students ""gloved up"
but also Miss Emma and Miss Charlotte who also expressed a wish to participate.
The lecture started with the metal pointer being prodded around Stewart as the
nurse indicated the important male organs. With the aid of the wall chart she
then explained the way in which the organ became rigid. As she grasped his penis
and slid the foreskin back to its normal position, she mentioned the ways in
which a male could become aroused, even mentioning how certain smells could
result in an erection. She concluded that there was no substitute for "hands on"
experience and suggested that the seven females choose a male and then examine
him in a group. She pointed out that unlike their previous experience with their
boy friends, there was no need with the prisoners to be concerned about either
their modesty or discomfort. Not only did she recommend a firm grip to
adequately feel the male shape, but also to discourage any pleasant sensations
that could cause them further excitement or even pleasure.

Miss Emma and three of the students gathered round the other male. Miss
Charlotte and two students stood next to Stewart. Both males were ordered by the
nurse to kneel on all fours on the tables with knees and elbows well apart,
explaining that she preferred the "doggie" position for male examinations. The
bright overhead lights were pointed to illuminate the subjects and with a last
minute adjustment by the students of their latex gloves, the examinations
commenced.

Miss Charlotte went first. Stewart had previously been sneaking glances in her
direction and had taken in her large jodhpur encased thighs and rear with an
otherwise slim, almost flat-chested figure. Her horsey face with a large nose
was positively alight with excitement as the afternoon progressed. Her long hair
hung down her white shirted back from a clinch just behind her head Now she came
behind him and reaching between his legs, grasped his penis with her right hand.
He could sense her leaning down to look between his legs as she twisted the
organ to view it from all sides before snatching the foreskin up towards his
body. Then she gripped the swollen glans between her finger and thumb tips and
squeezed and twisted again. Despite the tip being well lubricated she managed to
use her nails to grip him through their rubber covering.

"When did you last have an ejaculation Boy?" she enquired. Stewart, looking
straight ahead explained that he had a sample taken as part of a DNA test some
time ago. Without any hesitation she then continued her mental examination by
asking him how often he masturbated in the prison. Stewart fought the natural
instinct to tell the young minx to go to hell and replied, as politely as he
could, that it was forbidden for any prisoner and that it was an automatic
thrashing offence if he did.

Hearing that snippet of information Charlotte changed her technique and gripping
the penis in her fist, she started to slowly rub it up and down causing an
immediate surge of pleasure.

"Isn't there a risk of one of these males getting overexcited while being
examined and...well...having a little accident?" enquired Miss Charlotte to the
nurse.

"If either of them dared to be as disgusting as that I would simply telephone
their respective Centre and ask for a wardress to come round and administer an
immediate thrashing," snorted the nurse, " after which they would be too
terrified to ever ejaculate again!"

Stewart was almost relieved when the sensuous rubbing stopped but then
immediately concerned when the nimble fingers were transferred to his scrotum.
At first the girl confined herself to an almost gentle touching of his sac with
both sets of fingertips, but she soon became emboldened by her new found
authority and started to examine the contents. A muffled groan from the other
table told Stewart that Miss Emma was slightly ahead in her search but then he
felt Charlottes fingertips locate both testes, pull them apart and start to roll
them firmly and uncomfortably as she examined them all round by touch. Stewart
had to give Charlotte the credit for merely exploring his most sensitive items
and not deliberately inflicting as much pain as she could. Had she so wished she
could have applied real pressure and had him perform a jumping jack manoeuvre
off the table. Even so, the detailed and thorough examination of the entire
surface of each bulb was bad enough and the fear of receiving an almighty jolt
of cramping agony at every second was forever with him.

She released both testicles and gave the rest of the contents of the scrotum her
attention following the tubing almost into his body cavity. She finally
indicated that she had finished with an almost friendly cupping of the dangling
scrotum.

Her place was immediately taken by one of the students. He was unable to see
which one but could assess her technique with ease. She appeared nervous and
apprehensive, holding his exposed glans gently between her fingertips, touching
and stroking with a worrying gentleness that, if continued too long, would cause
Stewart a real problem with his self-control.

As her confidence grew, she reached through with her other hand so that one held
his upper shaft between finger and thumb tips whilst the other started to
explore. She obviously had long nails and the tip of one could be felt through
the latex as it located and then probed his urethral opening. His haunches
flexed as the sharp pointed tip probed deeper into the sensitive opening, then
suddenly, her other nails gripped around the rim of the glans like claws,
digging into the sensitive groove to achieve a purchase. Now she had him and the
wandering nail was used to probe and hurt his slit.

His relief when the penis tip was released was short lived. The same sadistic
fingertips were now transferred to the scrotum. She initially followed Miss
Charlottes example and firmly examined both bulbs, but then her nails were again
used to cause him pain as each testicle was held by the fingers of one hand
whilst the cruel nail tips of the other prodded and scraped the surface. It was
now Stewart who did the gasping and moaning as he struggled to remain in
position. At one point the nurse felt obliged to order him to keep still and
stop complaining.  With a quick shake of the scrotum the girl changed places
with the next student.

The other two students were gentler with him. This brought the danger that the
softer touch, if continued for too long, could bring about an ejaculation. So
Stewart was forced to concentrate on everything under the sun to retain control.
As the last female released her grip, the Nurse commenced another of her
lectures using her pointer to indicate on the wall chart where their interest
should be directed.

" One more physiological difference to be examined ladies, and that is the
location of the male prostate gland. I will let you read up your notes on the
functions of that equipment at you leisure, but for now I want you to be able to
locate it inside the appropriate cavity. I will require you to firstly carry out
a digital exploration of the female rectum then to repeat the process with
Stewart here. That way the gland should be easy for your fingers to detect. I
recommend that you use two fingers and you probe them up to you knuckles.
Naturally this will be both humiliating and uncomfortable for our subjects, but
that need be of no concern to you".

She then instructed the male students to place a table next to the one Stewart
occupied and ordered a blushing Gilpin to mount it and to adopt the same
position. They were then both ordered to lower their shoulders until their
chests touched the table and to thrust their rears backwards. Grasping a large
tube of some lubricant, she applied a generous dollop between their buttock
cheeks advising her students to ensure that they covered their gloved fingers
before attempting penetration.

Miss Charlotte went first and stood between the two tables. Stewart heard a
gentle squelching sound followed by a gasp of pain from Gilpin. The observers
watched as the girls rectum was invaded with two finger of Miss Charlottes left
hand causing her to gasp and squirm. Next her right hand parted Stewart's cheeks
and with a sudden thrust, first one of her fingers then two pushed into the
tight anus and commenced a search.

An involuntary gasp from between Stewart's clenched teeth indicated a bull's eye
by Charlottes probing fingers. She examined the form and shape of the gland as
she felt the same empty area within the female. Despite his embarrassment,
Stewart felt the surge of discomfort mixed with pleasure as she firmly rubbed
the area for some time until extracting her digits with a soft "plop" from both
subjects.

There now followed the long line of curious females, each forcing an entry with
little thought to the effect upon the wretched subjects. Having achieved entry,
they then carried out a more thorough probing, pressing and in one case, vicious
scratching of the area, a sharp nail having split the latex of the glove.

As the last student removed her slippery gloves, discarding them into the
waiting bin, the nurse gave each sore and spread anal cleft a brisk clean with a
handful of astringent wet-wipes. Stewart and the girl were then told to climb
down from the tables and line up with the other prisoners against the wall
awaiting the next call forward. The nurse then resumed her lecturing style:

"We now move onto the demonstration of the various methods used to sexually
excite the two sexes and prepare them for intercourse. We will only be
mentioning the major techniques as I am sure that you will all develop your
individual skills and style. We will start with manual stimulation of the
various erotic areas. Prisoners 1 and 6 to the front!"

The large mature woman and the other male moved swiftly to the front of the
class and adopted the present position.

"Prisoner 1 will remain in position and prisoner 6 will demonstrate manual
stimulation of the breasts from behind the subject," commanded the nurse.

The young male stood behind the female, reached round under her breasts and
started to lift and gently squeeze the large mounds. Then he started a firm
rubbing with the palms of his hands that worked all around and over the breasts.
The large nipples swelled and filled as the gentle massage progressed. What
couldn't be seen by the audience was the way in which the female could feel the
rigid pole of his penis separate and probe the crevice between her ample
buttocks and the way she was desperately and humiliatingly aware of how her
secret secretions were beginning to flow.  The nurse dismissed them to the wall
position and spoke again:

"From the rather evident erections displayed by the male subjects, I don't need
to waste time demonstrating male genital stimulation! So we can move quickly on
to stimulation of the female genitalia. No 2 on the table, on your back legs
wide and feet drawn up to your thighs. No 7 stand to the left of the table."

Gilpin, suffused with the red blush of embarrassment took up the position and
Stewart stood at her side. Both male and female students were told to close in
to ensure they had a good view of the proceedings. The nurse's order was plain
and simple: He was told to use his fingers to bring her to an orgasm. Looking
down at the indecently illuminated and shaved crotch he pondered for a second on
how best to start. Then gently, he started to rub his fingertips up and down the
protruding inner labia feeling the sensitive skin ripple under his touch.
Gilpin's twitching thighs went unnoticed by everyone apart from Stewart who
gradually transferred his attentions to the upper part of the vulva.

A glance at Gilpin's face would have revealed her mounting excitement but all
eyes were firmly fixed between her spread legs. Stewart's fingers had by now
started to ease the lips of the vulva apart. A nub of pink flesh could be seen
leaving it's protective shield and the tip of his middle finger brushed against
it then pressed and rubbed more firmly. The same digit then pushed itself
between the inner lips and into the vaginal canal searching, searching then
suddenly finding the girl's G spot. Gilpin gave an involuntary flex of her
thighs and parted her already spread legs even further. Stewart rewarded her by
gently but positively massaging the spot with the tip of his finger for several
seconds then suddenly withdrawing and concentrating on the very centre of her
being, the now erect clitoris. At first he tantalised the spot by the lightest
of touches, then he increased to pressure of the fingertip until Gilpin started
a rythmic movement of her lower body. Two minutes later a low groan started to
form in her throat. Suddenly, the sharp order to stop was heard which Stewart
immediately obeyed, leaving the female on the end of his fingers wide eyed with
shock as she fell down the wrong side of the orgasmic slope.

The next tableau the nurse set up was the use of female body parts to achieve a
male orgasm. No 1 was called to the fore and Mrs Parsons, until then skulking in
the shadows came forward with a bottle of oil. She poured a generous amount
between the large swinging breasts as Stewart was told to lie on his back on a
table. Under the nurse's directions the woman then leant over him and, gripping
a breast in each hand, held his firm penis between the two and started a sensual
oil massage. The pressure of the breasts soon stripped the foreskin back so that
the oiled silkiness could slide against the bare glans. The grip on his member
was minimal but the sensation soon had him arching his back in an attempt to
increase his pleasure by thrusting into the oiled breast skin. With practised
skill and knowledge the nurse knew the exact second to call the woman off
leaving Stewart humping thin air. Without any warning she then suddenly slapped
a plastic bag of ice cubes over and around his scrotum commenting to her
audience that this was the human equivalent of throwing a bucket of cold water
over a rutting dog. The dog and water analogy was not followed however in that
she left the ice bag in place, instructing him not to move.

The nurse transferred her attention to the young male. She had him replace the
thong like pants but inserted another ice bag into them pulling them up tight so
the his scrotum would remain chilled. The she soon had a very reluctant Daley,
kneeling in front of him, demonstrating oral sex. She had refused the first
order and Mrs Parsons appeared from the back of the room to lay six hard lashes
with the strap from her belt across the back of Daleys thighs as she knelt
upright. From then on she took the large circumcised penis between her lips with
almost an enthusiastic fervour. Acting on the nurse's instructions, Daley first
had to demonstrate gentle licking and washing around the naked knob which had
the young male feeling grateful for the numbing effects of the ice, even though
it was causing a deep and increasing ache to his testicles. Then she had her
demonstrate her ability to accept the penis to its full depth. As Daley later
confided to Stewart, she had always had problems doing this with her boyfriends
and it took three or four strokes of the strap across her shoulders to nudge her
head forward until she was obliged to breathe through her flared nostrils.
Having given four or five good head movements, the nurse called a halt before
even the ice could lose its effect.

Both Stewart and the other male were then used with Gilpin and the older female
respectively to demonstrate the various positions for normal heterosexual
intercourse. Stewart by now had the ice held in place by the tight thong lifting
his erection even higher. All four were on two tables. The females were first
given condoms that they had to fit over their partner's penis. Surrounded by
Charlotte, Emma and the students they started with the "missionary", reversed
positions then went to the "doggie" and so forth. In each position they had to
achieve full penetration, then on command thrust in and out four times. By now
both males were concentrating more on the dull ache in their scrotum, rather
than giving or receiving pleasure or even feeling unduly humiliated. They both
knew however, that without the ice they would both have ejaculated at some
point. Each time they penetrated to female, the warm slippery reception and the
pelvic reply to their measured thrusts took them to a new high.


Eventually the position display came to an end and the two flushed couples told
to climb down. The males were then told to lay down on their backs on the table
and the nurse spoke to the room:

"A little finale for our lecture today in which we will see the results of a
male orgasm".

Daley was selected to attend to Nevitt and the slim younger girl to Stewart.
Having been ordered to remove the condoms, both females had to hold their hands
out for a generous helping of thin colourless oil that was also poured over the
rampant organs. The nurse continued:

"I intend that this demonstration should reward effort and punish a lack of
effort. The first male who loses control and spurts will be beaten and the
female who achieves that result will not."

She waited a moment for the implication to sink in. The males would need to
control themselves and the females would need them to loose that control. All
four candidates looked nervous as they pondered on their chances of being the
lucky pair who would escape a strapping. Certainly Daley, with her thighs and
back already throbbing became determined to win.

The girls positioned themselves to the side of the men and leaning over their
waists, right hands poised above their targets and dripping oil. The order to
start was given and both Daley and the other female rapidly grasped a penis and
began a frantic masturbation of that organ. Stewart found that the girl rubbed
at a frantic pace with real fear in her eyes. Mercifully she lacked experience
and concentrated mainly on the shaft which, allied with him trying to think of
every non-sexual thing he could, kept the dreaded loin surge at bay.

Daley, on the other hand, though pumping hard, knew how to keep her clenched
fist a little slack and for it to take in the shiny glans on every stroke.
Nevitt too lacked the experience of the older man and after a minute made the
mistake, the fatal mistake, of looking at the plump sweating female as she
worked. He saw the firm bouncing breasts, the swollen nipples and the damp shiny
body. Even worse he scented the smell of girl-sweat and the desperate need to
empty his balls began to overtake him. Suddenly, the need to ejaculate filled
his mind and excluded all other thoughts and fears. His body arched in a bow
and. As Daley skilfully responded by concentrating her bunched fingers around
the throbbing tip the fluid spurted high into the air before falling down on his
handmaidens hair and face. She was so relieved that she didn't seem to notice it
running down her hot face.

The order to stop had to be shouted twice, before the hand gripping Stewart's
organ released its fierce grip. The poor girl was breathless and stood, with her
slim shoulders slumped, awaiting the results of her failure with the resignation
that only the prisoner can know.

The nurse opened a general discussion on how severe that punishment was to be.
Miss Emma pointed out that masturbation was a thrashing offence in their prison
life and that in loosing control it could be argued that Nevitt had carried out
that offence. When one of the female students suggested slapping his testicles
with the strap a ripple of laughter ran round the room. It did not include
either male prisoner.

Eventually it was agreed that Nevitt would have to take ten hard ones across his
backside and the girl eight across the backside and two across the hand that had
offended. The male went first and was told to lay face down, spread eagle, along
the table. One of the female students was appointed to each limb to restrain it
during the beating. Finally, Mrs Parsons approached with a sour smile and the
heavy punishment strap.

She looked down at her victim. Nevitts buttocks were firm, well muscled and
clearly capable of accepting heavy punishment. Faded bruises indicated a
previous discipline with the cane. He was an obvious recalcitrant who would
benefit from her strong right arm. She addressed the audience in her Scottish
accent:

"As you can see I will be using this heavy weight strap on him rather than the
lightweight one on my belt. It has been well oiled to ensure that its weight is
at the optimum so you ladies holding his arms and legs had better get a good
grip as he will really feel this."

So saying, she raised the strap well over her right shoulder, paused, and
brought it down over the centre of the rump. The impact caused his entire body
to shudder even though he was able to contain the pain without struggling. The
next one, delivered to the same spot came down with the sort of grunt normally
associated with tennis players as Mrs Parsons got into her stride. The third
elicited two exclamations, the one from Mrs Parsons emphasising the effort
behind the stroke and the second, from Nevitt, indicating the effectiveness of
it.

The strapping continued with the level of the housekeeper's grunts remaining
constant but with the level of Nevitt's reaction becoming increasingly strident
as stroke after stroke lashed across the same band of flesh. The pale skin was
already showing signs of bruising through the increasingly scarlet hue and even
the students holding him were starting to look sympathetically in the direction
of the woman causing the pain. Mrs Parsons was not a lady to change her mind,
the punishment had been ordered and the punishment would be inflicted.

The only mercy that she showed him was that, at least, she laid the strokes on
fairly rapidly with the final one slamming down less than a minute after the
first. His limbs were released and he was allowed to reach behind and rub the
area in an attempt to relieve some of the pain.

Breathing heavily she then looked at the terrified female, pointed to another
table and said but one word:

"UP!"

Her victim was shaking and rooted to the spot. All five of the male students
were soon around her and half dragged, half carried the naked girl to the table
where they soon had her spread eagle and secure. Mrs Parsons looked down at her.
She was slim to the point of being thin with small tight buttocks. The strap
would be overly severe across the smaller target, but once again, if a
punishment has been ordered, it was her job to inflict it without worrying about
the justification or severity. She laid on the eight strokes with cold
disinterest. Her continuing exclamations alone indicated that no mercy was being
shown and her only concession to the wretched girl was that she started at the
top of the buttocks and worked her way down rather than concentrate on one area.
The girl shrieked with shock and pain at every one and even with a slight
overlay, just five strokes covered her entire buttocks. To the victim they felt
aflame and to the witnesses they appeared a bright crimson colour. With a nod of
her head, she instructed the males holding the pencil-like legs apart, to close
them. The last three would have to be across the thighs.

When she was released the girl could only whimper and seemed to lack the energy
to even massage her stripes. Mrs Parson's offer of giving her the next two
strokes across the same area galvanised her into sliding off the table and
standing next to it. She was shaking from head to toe with red eyes and tears
running down her face. Her small pert breasts were wet with tears and her
nipples were embarassingly erect from contact with the punishment table. She had
of course, been beaten on many occasions at the Correctional Centre but each had
seemed to be worse that the previous and Mrs Parson's application had been no
exception.

Somehow she managed to hold her dainty feminine palm out and, against all her
instincts, keep it still as the cruel strap lashed into it. It took her a
superhuman effort with eyes closed and teeth clenched to keep it there waiting
the second agonising lash. But somehow she managed it.

That was it, the session was over and the prisoners were left to put on their
clothing as the students, the nurse, Miss Charlotte and Miss Emma accompanied
the housekeeper into the main house for refreshment.

Within half an hour they had all departed leaving Stewart and Gilpin with Miss
Emma, wondering what the rest of the day held for them. He wondered what
Charlotte had in mind for Daley as she was driven away in the back seat of that
bitches 4WD. It was to be several days before Daley would be able to tell him.

Stewart toyed with the idea of asking Mrs Parsons for permission for them both
to shower. The afternoons activities had left them both dishevelled and in sore
need of a cleansing wash. Gilpin had no choice other that to continue wearing
Mrs McEwan's and Emma's soiled laundry but a shower would have helped freshen
her up in every sense of the word. Given the mood that the housekeeper was in
however, he thought it better to keep his head down. They were set to work
polishing boots in the tack room and at around seven were called into the
kitchen by Mrs Parsons for an evening meal.

Following the meal they were allowed to go for a walk in the grounds. It was
unbelievably relaxing for them both to be away from shouted orders and
humiliating indignities, just two people walking in the countryside. Stewart
apologised for being obliged to penetrate her in all the different positions
earlier, not to mention his manual masturbation of her, but Gilpin shrugged it
off. She thought that they were both lucky to escape without the savage beating
that the others had received and then grinning, said that she only wished that
he had been allowed to complete the job and not pull out every time. She
admitted that humiliating as it was, she had been turned on several times that
afternoon and that a decent bath was needed if Miss Emma's panties were not to
finish up in a worse state than they were already!

Temptation! Stewart literally ached to take her behind a barn or find some other
secluded place but both of them knew that the chances of getting caught were
high and the punishments would be draconian. Just then they heard the sound of a
car horn, the pre-arranged signal from Mrs Parsons to return to the house.
Breathlessly they ran in to the kitchen. Gilpin was told to report to Mrs
McEwan's bedroom and Stewart to Miss Emma's...at the double... as they were
already late.

Stewart hurried up to the room, knocked and heard the order to enter. Miss Emma
sat at her dressing table still dressed in her riding jodhpurs and boots but
with her shirt thrown casually on the floor and just a support bra on her upper
body. She turned towards him and told him to kneel on the floor. She then stood
and walked over so that she almost leaned over him. The room was full of a
gentle perfume that invaded his senses. This attractive young female was within
inches of his hardened penis and yet she could have been on the moon for all the
chance he had of even touching her. He was concerned about where he should look,
so took the safe option and focussed on the toes of the shiny boots that he had
earlier polished.

"You had an easy time of it this afternoon Stewart, at least, compared with the
two that had to be thrashed. I suppose that it can't be easy for you to maintain
control when you haven't had it for so long, perhaps I should have you strip off
and see if I can get the result that your lady friend couldn't. I'm sure that
Mrs Parsons could deal with you- if, "  then she smiled,  "rather, when, you
lost control !  On the other hand I could give you some personal work to do such
as giving me a body massage to make you even more randy. Look at my face boy!"

Stewart looked up into the young eyes, trying not to look at the jutting
breasts. He could see no hope for any kindness or understanding. Here was a
female who revelled in power and it was just his bad luck to be the nearest
available male. Suddenly her attitude changed.

"Fortunately for you I have to go out this evening. I don't even have time to
let you assist me in getting ready so report to mummy's room in case she needs
your services".

With that she turned her back and resumed her seat at the dressing table.
Relieved, Stewart silently left the room.

He located  "mummy's" room and knocked. The voice responded asking who it was
and Stewart passed his name. There was a long pause then he was told to go in.
Mrs McEwan stood in an almost transparent designer dressing robe. Various
clothes were scattered about the room.

"What in the hell do you want boy?" she enquired.

Stewart explained that he had been sent by her daughter to see if she had any
duties for him. She sniffed disdainfully and nodded to a corner. There stood a
naked Gilpin with her back to the room. Fresh red marks of a hand could been
seen on her rump and thighs and her pitiful clothes lay in a heap next to her.

"I already have this disobedient little slut serving me thanks. She is refusing
to acknowledge my authority over her at the moment but I'm working on it. Do you
know what I want her to do to acknowledge my authority Stewart?"

Stewart said that he did not.

"All she has to do is to pay me lip service in three places to show that she
accepts me as her mistress. Which reminds me, you have still to demonstrate your
obedience, perhaps I should get you to demonstrate how it should be done?"

It seemed a simple idea, but Stewart knew that for Gilpin to have refused, it
must involve something unpleasant. He knew that he had no choice and muttered
words to the effect that he would do as he was told.

"Good boy! Gilpin-face this way and watch how it should be done."

She sat on the bed, raised her right foot and told Stewart to respect it with
his tongue. Relieved at the relative simplicity of the order Stewart slavishly
licked the entire foot including the underside and between the delicate toes
taking care hot to look up the leg. Suddenly the foot was removed from his hands
and replaced with the other. This was still damp, presumably from Gilpin's
tongue. As he licked the wet toes he wondered why she had failed in a relatively
simple duty. Then he found out.

Without any pre-amble Mrs McEwan stood up, threw off the negligee and stood
naked in front of him. She was a little matronly in build but still had a firm
well shaped body that most men would die to get their hands on. She gave a short
order:

"Respect my backside boy!"

With that she knelt on the bed, hindquarters up-thrust. So that was it, thought
Stewart, he certainly had no hesitation in obeying if that is all it took to
avoid a thrashing. He had to do it in the Centre and at least Mrs McEwan looked
clean and fresh. He knelt behind her, parted her plump cheeks with his hands and
exposed her womanly anus. The area was a little sweaty and with more hair than
he expected but there his target nestled. About an inch in diameter brown and
puckered. He extended his tongue and proceeded to lick the area above taking
care to gently scrub the coarse anal hair thoroughly.

Then he transferred his attention to the lower cleft where the denser hair
sprouted. Carefully, thoroughly and he hoped, respectfully, he licked as if his
life depended upon it. Gradually and slowly working his now tender tongue
towards the target itself. This was clearly a lady straight from the bath he
thought to himself as he finally reached and licked the very centre of the anus
to demonstrate his sibmission.. At first he tantalised the sensitive tissue then
became more bold and pressed his tongue against the centre pinpoint until it
yielded and opened slightly allowing the tip to enter.

At this point the lady's hips started to move and with some control she ordered
him to stop and stand by the bed. As he stood he glanced at Gilpin who looked at
him with a mixture of fury and disgust. This did not faze Stewart in any way
other than alert him to his own surprise as to his new found subservience. He
pondered only briefly on Gilpin's stupidity in being prepared to take a
thrashing for disobedience knowing full well that it would have to happen
anyway.

Mrs McEwan regained her composure despite a healthily flushed face. She dressed
in the flimsy negligee and went into an adjoining room where Stewart could hear
the muffled sound of a telephone conversation, she then returned with a smile
and spoke:

"Well done Stewart, you have certainly provided this slut with a first rate
example of how to show respect to your superiors. I am impressed and I believe
that you deserve a little credit. You are to go down to the punishment room that
you attended with me earlier in the day where you will find Mrs Parsons waiting
with certain disciplinary equipment. She will inform you what is to happen and
you are to take that information as a direct order from me, is that understood?"

Stewart's heart sank, so much for her showing her thanks. He was to be given to
that sadistic Scottish bitch, no doubt to be used and thrashed on her whim and
he couldn't do a thing about it. Even Gilpin was grinning at his reward. His
face must have registered his apprehension because, as he left the room, Mrs
McEwan spoke again.

"Stewart, you are in for the surprise of your life. When I see you again you
will be a changed man!"

With heavy feet Stewart knew he had no choice and trudged towards his fate. The
only hope he had was gone, but what on earth did she have planned for him. Would
he be able to submit to the hatchet faced woman, or would he fall into the same
trap that Gilpin had?

He was not to know that it would be an experience that few males in his position
could ever hope for.

To be continued.

Chapter 39.

It was several days before Stewart had the opportunity to enquire how badly
Daley had fared in the hands of Miss Charlotte. It took some time for the story
to unfold as she was still in a state of fury at the way she had been used, not
only by the "stuck-up young kid" but also by her "bastard" of a father. Neither
of them appeared to have had any concern for her as a person. She was just there
it would seem, for them to use as they wished. He found that recounting his
truly amazing experience with Mrs Parsons seemed to break the ice, and encourage
her to overcome her wide-eyed fascination with his story in recounting her own.

Daley's story started when the prisoners used for the sexual demonstration were
dismissed to their owners:

Miss Charlotte got into the driving seat, and looking into the driving mirror,
she studied Daley's face. She had not been given permission to wash so her face
and dishevelled hair still showed evidence of her manual skill with Nevitt.

"A very educational afternoon, and rather amusing in places too, wouldn't you
agree girl?"

Daley sat in the middle of the cold leather seat.  She had redonned her rather
skimpy attire and as instructed was sitting on her palms, legs wide apart.  "Yes
Miss."  She replied.

"Yes, I think the boy had some fun, well, at least one of them did.  I can see
it must have been a little frustrating for you girls.  Perhaps we can remedy
that later this week"

Charlotte started the car smirking at her words, knowing that they would have
done nothing to put Daley's mind at rest. As they drove Daley reflected on the
past few hours.  They had been particularly shaming, full of humiliation pain
and, yes frustration.  But worst of all had been the feeling of total
powerlessness as more and more degrading acts took place.  One of the men had
finally been allowed to ejaculate, but leading up to it had not been enjoyable
for them with the painful testicle flicks and the bags of ice used to postpone
their moment of coming. The intimate examinations had been bad enough, but the
demonstration of oral sex had required the use of the leather strap to encourage
her participation.  The only saving grace for the prisoners selected to give the
intercourse demonstrations was, that having assumed the required positions, they
only had to perform a few thrusts before freezing. Then the students were
allowed to closely examined their bodies before watching them move into an even
more personal action.  The session had left her not only totally humiliated but
also the most frustrated she had ever been. And here they were, on their way
back to Charlotte's home. Given her very personal interest in the girl-prisoner,
there was undoubtedly more pain and degradation to come.

It was not long before the tyres crunched on the gravel drive and Charlotte
drove the car round to the stable block.

"OK, playtime is over and now I have some work for you.  Through that door
girl".  Charlotte indicated a double door that led into a large barn.  Daley
entered and discovered a sawdust covered arena clearly used for training horses.

"I rather enjoyed putting you through your paces at the correctional facility
but I regretted not to have the opportunity to school you properly.  Well now I
have the chance.  Strip girl and go and stand on that straw bale.  Daley didn't
hesitate, removing her clothes and underwear and mounting the straw bale before
taking up the expected present position. Miss Charlotte retrieved her riding hat
from a hook and put it on to complete her riding dress.

"You will no doubt be grateful to know the centre has your education fully to
heart.  Prior to your arrival they sent me these toys. "  Charlotte held up a
tangle of thin leather cords which Daley immediately recognised as the very
uncomfortable understrap she had been made to wear on her last meeting with this
she-devil.

 "Legs apart!" 

Charlotte fitted the girth tightly around Daley's waist and pulled it tight
between her legs.  "On your back girl, legs up and apart" Daley lay back on the
bale displaying all the personal parts that had so recently on view to the
students.  Charlotte carefully arranged the knots to cause the greatest
irritation on her anus, perineum and directly on the clitoris.

 "Not finished yet girlie.  This is called a leading rein.  We use it on horses
to control them as they trot around this schooling arena.  We usually attach it
to a bit, so open wide while I buckle this around your neck".  Daley opened wide
as a serrated metal bit was placed between her teeth, then pulled back into the
edges of her tender mouth as the leather neck strap was done up to hold it in
place. Her jaw was forced open and the taste of the metal and some sort of
disinfectant lay on her depressed tongue.

"Right girl," said Charlotte," as she attached the leading rein to her head,
"only one more thing to do".  She forced Daley's arms behind her back and
strapped them wrist to elbow, a position that kept her chest pointed out and
limited any use of hand or arms for balance.

"What I expect from you is a high stepping action around this ring.  I will use
this carriage whip to encourage you.  And ...walk on...."

Daley felt an agonising sting on her right buttock as the lead pellet at the end
of the carriage whip bit into her.  She immediately started high stepping in a
circle around the edge of the floor as Charlotte, standing dead centre and
holding the leading rein in one hand, used the whip to encourage a higher and
faster gait. It was not long before she had Daley trotting, then cantering
around the floor, then a final slash to get her doing two circuits at the gallop
before allowing her to pause for a rest. 

"You might think you are fit girl, but you have a long way to go yet."

Charlotte allowed Daley a few moments rest while she set up a selection of low
jumps around the perimeter of the ring. She stood in a half squat to relieve the
pressure of the understrap, with her mouth dribbling saliva from around the bit.
The flicks from the riding whip always seemed to hit one of the sore swathes
from her earlier strapping.

"Up you get, girlie!"

Daley stood as Charlotte then opened a small wooden box.  Inside was a pair of
vicious looking nipple clamps, along with a selection of weights.

"I think we can start of with these four ounce ones, unfortunately I can only
keep your nipples clamped for around 15 minutes at a time but they are certainly
firm enough to hold them up."

Daley braced for the pain as the clips were attached directly to her delicate
teats and then gasped as the weights were allowed to drop.



"OK Daley, still high stepping but when you come to a jump you will rise over it
as high as you can. I don't accept "refusals" from my horses and I certainly
won't from you!"

Daley commenced her second run but faltered as she came to a wooden jump.  The
stinging pellet caught her just under the overhang of her bottom and encouraged
her to pick up the pace again and make it over the jump.  A repetition of the
sharp sting of incentive at just the right time before the next hurdle convinced
her that Charlotte was an expert in schooling horses and obviously didn't
believe in training by kindness. By then the pain from her nipple rings had
merged with the agony from the chaffing understrap.


The two women spent an hour in total; one enjoying the schooling and the other
wishing the earth would swallow her up.  The finale was a run through the horse
bath, which was not only cold and foul smelling, but deep enough to cover
Daley's head.  Only the insistent tug of the leading rein got her through the
deep bath and back to dry land.

"Very mediocre.  Obviously we will need to try that again tomorrow. We will then
see if the heavier nipple weights encourage you more" Charlotte removed the
clamps and Daley almost doubled up as the agony of blood returning into the
flattened nipples.

"Clearly girl, your self control is in need of a lot of training as well as
everything else. I haven't even begun to train you for dressage with a really
strict regime. In the meantime stand to the present and do not move!"

Daley struggled to meet the position, tears of pain trickling from her eyes. 
Charlotte studied her with a malicious gleam in her eyes.  She had put Daley
through far more than she had expected to be able to do.  Her parents had warned
her not to overdo things with her first ever servant and she had tried not to,
but somehow, it was hard to stop.  It was purely Daley's physical fitness and
ability to stand punishment that had carried her this far.  Charlotte sensibly
decided that the time had come to call a halt - for the moment at least.  As
Daley trembled in the present Charlotte undid all the harness and the damp
understrap and put them aside until next needed.

She allowed Daley some time to recover and then instructed her to take a shower,
wash her hair and body and make her way to the house kitchen.

15 minutes later Daley arrived, still naked not having had instructions to
dress.  Her bruised, red nipples were clearly evident as were the sore, chafed
areas at the top of her legs to front and rear.  However frustrated she may have
felt earlier in the day the understrap had rubbed away any thought of illicit
masturbation.

As she entered the kitchen she saw her fellow prisoner on hands and knees
scrubbing the kitchen tiles, her long hair hanging in lank, sweaty strands.  Her
clothing consisted of a cropped T-shirt and high cut knickers, which showed off
the numerous weals on her thighs and buttocks.  The leather tabbed riding crop
on the kitchen sink indicated the cause. Charlotte was waiting:

 "Come in girl and don't be shy.  My mother believes that any servant has to
earn their keep, but now that we can use you prisoners for the work, she will
expect nothing but total effort.  Normally, there is a standard list of chores
awaiting you but on this occasion you have been give to me to supervise. Your
colleague will therefore have the work of two to deal with.  No real hardship,
she will have to sweat a bit that's all.  Follow me"

She tried to give her fellow prisoner a glance of apology, but the woman was too
tired to even raise her head. The girl was only too aware that in addition to
serving a meal and providing any amusement that might be required, a full
evening of drudgery awaited. And tomorrow would be the same.

Daley followed her young mistress up the stairs to a large attractive bedroom. 
More horsey than feminine there was nonetheless evidence of female occupation
with clothes scattered around the room and spilt make-up on the floor. Charlotte
turned towards her.

"First we'll dress you and then you can clean and tidy this room while I have
dinner.  I'll bring you some food and water when I get back.  Put this leotard
on". 

An insubstantial wisp of material was thrust at her. As she slipped it on, she
quickly realised that it was less of a leotard and more of an insubstantial body
stocking made of large mesh black fishnet.  The in-built wire breast supports
were uncomfortable, as was the high cut crotch.  Moments later a pair of
matching self-supporting stockings were handed to her along with a pair of black
backless shoes with 4" heels.

"No reason why you shouldn't be a little decorative while you work." smirked
Charlotte. There was no doubt that Daley with her chubby attractive figure,
worlds apart from the waif like picture of super-models, looked the embodiment
of a young mans wet dream.  Daley worked steadily to clear up the room, unsure
of when the young vixen would return.  As she bent to pick up a pair of crumpled
and sweaty knickers she heard the door open; she turned and sprung to attention. 
Entering the room was an older man, clearly Charlotte's father, who, having been
given a naughty wink by his daughter, had made excuses at the dinner table and
quickly popped upstairs to see what was on offer.  He was not disappointed, and
the brief rear view of Daley bent over had immediately given him an erection. 
As a businessman he had to act in a proper manner at work, despite the
attractions of some of his staff.  He had plenty of mental images of what he
would like to do to some of them, but they were out of reach.  His wife's
connection with the Correctional Service allowed him opportunities to indulge in
acts that would have got him sued at work.

"I thought the position for prisoners was the present," he snapped.  Daley
didn't dare argue and leapt into the demanded position with elbows well back,
lifting her firm breasts even higher.  He admired the view with almost nothing
hidden by the fishnet material.  He reached forward to ensure the nipples poked
through a hole.  The soreness from the prolonged exercising with nipple clamps
and weights remained and she winced.  He tugged them harder to keep her in
position.

"Stop trying to act coy" he said, "probably sentenced for soliciting I'd guess"
Daley knew any attempt to discuss the causes of her imprisonment would only lead
to a reason to punish her, so she held her tongue at the insulting comment.

"Turn round, legs spread and put your hands flat on the floor!"

Daley did so and immediately felt a hand exploring the weals on the exposed
buttocks before rough fingers slid between her legs and fondled her indecently. 
He tried to push his fingers inside her but the material limited the depth. 
Despite the fully shaming exploration of her body earlier in the day, this much
less invasive examination seemed just as humiliating.  A hard slap across her
nates and then the order to stand and face forwards again.

"My daughter says that you have nice tits," he said crudely, "let's see them."

Daley quickly slid her arms out of the shoulder straps and rolled the body
stocking to her waist, taking up the present as he mauled and bounced her sore
breasts about. He asked her if she enjoyed her dressage training earlier and
promised to try to drop by the barn for her next session in case Charlotte was
being too kind and gentle with her.  He turned to go back down to his dinner. 
"Stay dressed like that" was his parting shot.

Daley completed her tasks, breasts on display. She thought how, at some time,
she would have to submit to the man's lecherous demands knowing that they would
undoubtedly be designed to humiliate and hurt.

Moments later the door opened and once again she turned and stood, half
expecting his return.  Instead Charlotte stood there, a mock look of disgust on
her face.

"How dare you display your udders in such a flagrant way?  That merits a BRD
report to the Centre, especially if you have done it to insult me.  Yes that's
it; just because my breasts are smaller than yours you are trying to humiliate
me.  Well girl I promise you, having seen a breast punishment session, I can
promise you that you will never repeat such an insult."

Daley knew that it would be useless to try and explain, and that Charlotte's
goal was simply to cause as much pain for her as possible.  All she could do was
try and limit the level. She swallowed what little there was left of her pride
and tried to abase herself in the hope of some kindness in return.

"Sorry Miss," she stuttered, "It was unintentional.  Could I please have an
'unofficial' instead?

"You know that the rules forbid that girl.  Are you trying to get me into
trouble?" Inwardly Charlotte was triumphant knowing that any complaints or
comments from prisoners would be disregarded, as long as no permanent marks were
left. Owners needed and had a free hand with servants, but she just loved
hearing Daley beg for punishment.

"No Miss... really.  I just want to apologise in some way" 

Daley hated herself for what she was saying, but she too had seen a Breast
Punishment and had no wish to undergo the full, prolonged and agonising
strapping or caning that was involved.

"I might consider it.  Make yourself decent, and run me a bath.  When I get back
you will give me three ideas on how I should punish those udders of yours - I
may choose, one, all, or none so your ideas had better be original."

Charlotte returned to her after dinner coffee, smirking inside, knowing the
thoughts of horror that were going through Daley's head at having to choose her
own punishment and pain.  As she passed the kitchen she heard a brief gasp from
her parent's servant, and entered the dining room to see her father's chair
empty, guessed what was causing it!

Upstairs Daley made herself 'decent' and started to run a bath.  He mind had
gone blank.  What punishments would seem grim but minimised the pain she would
receive to her delicate orbs?  She looked around the bathroom for inspiration
and immediately discarded the idea of the pincushion sitting on the side.  A
look in the bathroom cabinet only seemed to highlight other horrors and peeking
into the bedroom to see the clutter of horse crops and other riding implements,
served but to increase her despair.


Charlotte smiled as she entered the room, watching Daley spring to attention by
the bath where she had been topping up the hot water.  The stress of the day was
showing on her face, and the job of devising her own punishment had obviously
not contributed to her peace of mind.

"I hope that bath is the right temperature girlie", said Charlotte, "I want a
nice long relaxing soak, I have had a tiring day keeping you in line."

"Yes miss", replied Daley.  "Did you want any bath oils to be added?"

"I certainly don't intend to smell as ripe as you did in the car, girl.  Put in
two capfuls of the green mixture, then you can help me get undressed".

She waited while Daley quickly added the oils and then stood still as she
started to remove the young girl's clothes. She gave her minimal help as first
her blouse, then her skirt were removed.  Standing in delicate and feminine
underwear, Daley was unsure how to proceed until a stinging slap in the face
encouraged her to remove firstly, the stockings and suspender belt, then the bra
and finally a pair of knickers.  The young girl's thighs were strong and muscled
from the many hours of horse riding, and her bottom was also well shaped with
the hours of butt clenching exercise on a bouncing saddle.  Daley could see the
reason for her ringing ears - Charlotte had well-developed arm muscles from
holding strong stallions in check with the reins. In fact the only drawback to
her figure were the small breasts, and Daley wished with all her heart that hers
were the same.  Having well shaped, firm large boobs had only served to
encourage jealousy which had resulted in unfair pain and degradation whilst she
was serving her sentence.

Charlotte unselfconsciously walked through to the bathroom.  There was a great
deal of difference between choosing to strip in front of someone and being
ordered to!  From her point of view being naked in front of Daley just rubbed in
the lack of choice that the prisoner-servant had to endure. In full view of her
servant she used the toilet leaving Daley to flush, then eased her way into the
water and lay back.

"Ok girl, get a flannel and slowly soap me.  You can start with my neck and
shoulders."

Daley rubbed some soap into a flannel and started to gently wash away the cares
of the day - for Charlotte at least. She was made to remain standing rather than
allowed to kneel next to the bath.  She bent at the waist and moved very slowly
realising that her mistress would expect a long, leisurely soak with her
servant's hands gently roaming over her body.  Daley had not got any impression
the girl was a lesbian but certainly the clothing she wore and the very personal
maid service she was requiring left the possibility open!

Slowly, leisurely, her hands swirled over shoulders, neck and back, then with a
twitch of Charlottes finger she started to soap further down over the sides of
the body, over the small breasts and on down past the waist to the legs. Both
muscled legs were raised in turn to be supported with one hand by the
servant-girl as the other wiped the flannel up and down and around the feet.
After half-an-hour her back was aching from the continual bending but she
carried on, well aware that her comfort was not even part of the equation.  As
the water slowly cooled Charlotte spoke. 

"Right, I am getting out in a moment. You may wash between my legs, but the
slightest hint of impropriety and you will pay with a strap across the fingers."
Daley was most careful to gently ease the flannel between Charlottes legs, and
delicately swab her vulva before bending farther and, even more gently, passing
the flannel over and around the bottom cheeks and, ever so gently, into the
crack.

Charlotte stood, and Daley helped her out of the bath, wrapping her in a large
cotton bath towel.

"You haven't even bothered to warm the towel," screamed Charlotte.  "Get me a
crop from my bedroom".  Daley sprang out of the bathroom, cursing her lack of
foresight.  She sorted through a collection of riding equipment choosing what
looked like the gentler of the whips. It was a thin plaited leather-riding crop
with a flexible metal core. Designed to instil obedience into the hide of a
horse, she realised it would be a bitch for her to take. She turned to find
Charlotte had followed her closely, hand held out and eyes blazing.  She handed
the crop over and without instruction turned, bent and grasped her ankles. . 
The thin strand of body stocking had long since bunched up into her crack
leaving a wide canvas on which Charlotte could work, a canvas already red,
bruised and exquisitely tender from her earlier correction by Mrs Parsons. It
would have been easier for Charlotte to position herself for the thrashing, but
instead she used the tab of the crop to prod and poke the frightened victim into
the correct position. Legs straight and slightly parted, buttocks taught and
thrusting upwards into a tempting target. It took all her self-control not to
let go as four searing strokes swiftly fell.  They had not been aimed, yet all
managed to impact across her unprotected nates and round the side of her right
thigh with the leather tab.  Charlotte threw the crop to the side.

" You will now dry and cream me.  Any more faults like that and you will get the
same strokes but on the inside of your thighs."

She slowly stood upright relieving some of the tightness as the weals formed
into ridges on her buttocks. Blinking back the tears and sniffing to prevent her
nose dripping, she carried out the order.  Before too long Charlotte was lying
on the bed, face down and awaiting the girl who was getting a jar of expensive
cream from the dressing table.  Moments later Daley started on a further
backbreaking session as she stooped over the low bed against the tightness of
her searing buttocks and commenced a slow, hour-long massage of Charlottes back,
arms and legs.

Charlotte must have dozed off lying there but when she woke she still felt the
hands, gently kneading and smoothing.  Should she turn over and get her front
done?  No, time for that later.  First the amusement.

"My dressing gown girl".  She stood to allow Daley to slip it onto her
shoulders, then turning and doing up the belt she gestured Daley to assume the
Present.  As Daley's hand went behind her neck Charlotte grabbed the breasts and
viciously mauled them.

"Oh yes, nearly forgot, you were going to convince me not to report you.  Take
off that leotard, and pour me a glass of wine.  You can leave your stockings and
shoes on."

The moment had come and Daleys stomach went cold.  She quickly slipped out of
the body stocking, and walked over to the dresser to pour a glass of red wine. 
Her rear view gave Charlotte a satisfactory look at the crop marks, which stood
out on the firm buttocks. Charlotte took the proffered wine, and sat back in an
easy chair, crossing her legs, careless of the flash of young pussy hair she was
showing.

Daley stood in front of her, once again at the present, showing off the targets
of the forthcoming pain.

"OK girl, convince me, now what ideas have you got to make me forget giving you
a BRD  report?"

Daley thought that she had made up her mind, but now the moment was here she was
not so sure. The thought of leaving the decision to the Correctional Centre
Governor spurred her forward

"One possibility Miss is that you could clip clothes pegs to my breasts, perhaps
a dozen to each breast?"

"That's it, is it?  your bright original idea to save yourself a breast
flogging.  Pitiful, your other two ideas had better be more original, and
incorporate a lot more punishment element if you really want me to help you"

" Please Miss.  Alternatively I thought you might like to bind my breasts tight
and then you could flick the nipples with an elastic band."

Charlotte dismissively shook her head.  Daley desperately discarded her last
option of having her boobs immersed in ice water and went for an option she had
originally discarded as too extreme.

"Or lastly Miss you could light a candle and drip wax over them."

Inside Charlotte felt excited by Daley's suggestions but she made sure not to
let it show.

"You really are trying to get off lightly aren't you?  Well I am not impressed
by those ideas.  Yes, well try them, we'll try all three, but believe me I don't
accept it as sufficient so we will add some of my ideas to it.  Run down and get
a bag of pegs."

Daley ran to the kitchen and grabbed the peg bag that had given her the idea
originally. She returned and held them out to her mistress.

"Why should I do the work, you lazy cow?  Start putting them on yourself, I
don't want to see any pegs left in the bag and make sure that you divide them
equally."

Daley gritted her teeth and started with a peg on each nipple.  They were not a
strong as the nipple clamps she had earlier experienced but they certainly
caused pain.  Slowly she started adding pegs around her breasts, really wincing,
as the soft under breast skin was pinched time after time.  The peg bag was
almost empty when she ran out of space.  She looked imploringly at her mistress
with the three remaining pegs in her hand.  Charlotte beckoned her forward and
taking the three pegs clipped one to each of Daley's pussy lips, and opening
Daley's mouth she clipped the last to the tip of her tongue.

"In the present and don't move" Charlotte turned to a draw and removing a
digital camera, took a number of photos, smiling as she did so.  Then she
collected a length of elastic and tying one end to the door hand she handed the
other with a slipknot to Daley.

"OK you can remove the pegs now.  You will slip the elastic over a peg and then
slowly back away in the present position.  Start with your nipples."

Daley couldn't for the moment believe it, but then she slipped the elastic over
the peg attached to her right nipple, tightened the slipknot and, arms behind
her neck, backed away from the door.  Firstly the elastic stretched, then her
breast flesh stretched the nipple elongating by almost an inch before, with a
painful 'ping' the peg was pulled off completely.  The painful nip of the
remaining pegs was intensified as her breast rebounded back into its natural
position.  A glance at Miss Charlotte  convinced her to continue, so she
retrieved the elastic and repeated the exercise on the other nipple peg.  As she
worked her way through all the pegs on her breasts the pain remained constant. 
Some pegs slipped off easily while others stretched her breast flesh intolerably
before they flew off.  And worst of all she had to inflict this pain on herself. 
Throughout this her tormentor continued to smile and take photographs of the
spectacle.

Finally only the pegs on her pussy lips and the one on her tongue remained.  She
turned imploringly to Charlotte, who with a cat-like grin, shook her head and
pointed at the pegs poking obscenely from the top of her legs.  Daley connected
the elastic for the final ordeal.  The first peg was stubborn and the pain as
her delicate nether lip was stretched was almost beyond bearing.  The second peg
was even worse but it was the final peg on her tongue that almost caused her to
rebel.  The pain of the stretching tongue transmitted itself to the root and she
almost gave up but a sudden tug on her hair from Charlotte forced her neck far
enough back for the peg to finally fly off.

"Turn round girl".  Charlotte examined the bruised breasts and nipples, the
pinch marks showing clearly.  The hair hid any marks on her nether lips.  She
forced Daley's mouth open and examined the tongue, which looked normal to her
apart from some redness , but to the victim it felt as if it had swollen to
twice its size.  "That wasn't too bad was it girlie.  What's the matter?  Cat
got your tongue. Stay there while I get some bits and pieces".

Charlotte smirked as she left Daley in the Present.

On her return the noticed the pinch marks had faded leaving red marks and a few
small bruises to show where the pegs had been.

"Here girl, this will help.  Stick those udders in this" Charlotte presented a
washing up bowl part filled with ice-cubes and water.  Daley took it and placed
it on the bedside table then slowly lowered her breasts into the freezing water.
She gasped as the cold water soaked around her sore globes, but managed to
follow the order and submerge them entirely. It was almost a relief.

"Keep your legs straight and apart, bend the waist to 90 degrees and remain in
the present while your breasts are in the water."  As your tongue and vulva also
suffered, I think we can help them too."

Charlotte picked up some ice cubes, placing two in Daley's mouth and fingered
four into Daley's vagina from between her legs.  Daley shuddered as they went
in, but managed to remain in the backbreaking position. 

"As soon as the ones in your vagina have melted you will tell me and you will
ask me to stuff some more in, OK Girl ?"

She couldn't answer so she nodded her head despairingly.  Charlotte lay back on
her bed to scan through the photos on her digital camera, occasionally looking
up to enjoy the scene and twice getting up at the bent girl's request to fill
her with more ice.  For Daley the brief relief of pain had long ago been
replaced by the numbing ache of freezing, both to her breasts and internally.
The cool water released from the ice cubes ran down the insides of her thighs.

Finally Charlotte, growing a little bored, ordered her to stand, dry herself and
present herself for inspection.   The bruising and pinch marks had gone although
the skin was somewhat blue. The aureole had shrunk and wrinkled and the nipples
had contracted to a third of their size.  She flicked them with her fingernails
but there was only minimal reaction.

" Looks like we need to warm them up a bit" Charlotte commented and turning she
picked up a handful of leather thongs she had collected from downstairs. Having
made her bend over from the waist so that her chilled breasts hung down, she
proceeded to bind the first two tightly around the base of each breast,
squeezing the breasts into a pair of large balls hanging from her chest.  A
second set of thongs went midway and even tighter, producing two bulging rings
of flesh instead of the beautiful breasts that were the norm.  The bluish colour
had rapidly been replaced by red as the blood, denied any flow, remained trapped
While painful, it was not the worst punishment she had received to her chest and
Dally was a little relieved, even more so when Charlotte said:

 "Your idea of flicking the nipples with rubber bands was juvenile so we will
not bother with that." Moments later her complacency evaporated as Charlotte
paused before adding:

 "Into the bathroom and get my electric toothbrush.  Make sure the head is
absolutely dry."  Dally walked through and was shocked to see the sight of her
bound breasts in the bathroom mirror. She quickly got the toothbrush and went
back to her mistress who was seated on the edge of the bed.

"Kneel.  In the Present." The serving girl complied, forcing her chest upwards. 
Charlotte was holding the toothbrush in one hand and a small tube in the other.

" Let's stimulate a few nerve-ends," she said.

Firstly she switched on the toothbrush and the whirring bristles were dragged
over the crinkled nipples and around the protruding flesh.  While not painful
the dry bristles made it uncomfortable.  Then it got worse.  Charlotte reached
for the tube. It was abrasive cream that would normally be used to remove hard
skin from feet She transferred an amount of the pinkish paste onto the brush. 
Using this as an abrasive it was not long before the girl's breasts, especially
around the nipples, had become tenderised and extremely sensitive.  Charlotte
spent about five minutes on each while Dally struggled to remain in position and
not flinch away from the aggravating, painful brushing. Leaving her, Charlotte
left the room for a few minutes returning with a steaming bowl of hot water,
into which she was stirring some white sugar-like substance.

 "OK girl, take the toothbrush into the bathroom, wash it and bring me two
flannels.  Dally guessed what was coming but had no way of stopping her without
making matters worse.  She returned with the face flannels and knelt again. 

"Right, you may undo your straps".  This was harder than expected as the flesh
has swollen over the knots but before long her right breast had been released. 
She groaned as the blood started to circulate painfully. After some struggling
she managed to release her left breast.  She took up in the present position,
shuddering as the pain grew. Just as it was starting to recede, Charlotte placed
a wet cloth over each breast. The water was piping hot and the substance that
been dissolved in it was salt. The slightly abraded skin intensified the agony
and Dally squirmed to the floor before Charlotte grabbed her hair and pulled her
back into position.  Secretly delighted by the reaction she nonetheless put on
an angry show.

"If you can't control yourself we can start again.  You asked for these
punishments so don't try for the sympathy vote.  You won't get it from me".  She
slapped Daily's face hard, then re-soaking the cloths she replaced them on the
stinging breasts. The girl just managed to remain still but whimpered pitifully.
When the cloths had cooled, they were again dipped in the solution and this time
Charlotte took one hot flannel and one sore breast and rubbed it thoroughly.
Ignoring the moans and pleading for mercy she carefully repeated the procedure
with the other breast until they were inflamed and throbbing painfully.

Leaving the girl to compose herself and to practice her self-control Charlotte
walked over and poured her another glass of wine. 

What now?  There was plenty of the evening left.  Punishment number three or a
bit of fun first?  Fun she thought.

She turned .  "I guess you could do with a drink".  She took a mouthful and,
walking over to the female, placed her mouth over hers.  She poked the tip of
her tongue out and Daley recognising an order, opened to receive a mouthful of
warm red wine.

"What do you say girl?"  "Thank you Miss", her stomach almost ready to retch.

"Have I told you about my attitude to girlies playing with each other?"

"No Miss."

"Well, I believe that just because another woman is using her hands and tongue
on you, it doesn't make you a lesbian.  If you are just lying there, not
reciprocating then it is no more than a sort of three-dimensional masturbation. 
I suddenly realised why so many of the more important women in the community
make use of their prisoner servants in this way, despite being married
themselves.  It is purely instead of using a vibrator, and has no greater
meaning other than that.  I think therefore that I will use you in the same way. 
You have no objection to taking the place of my dildo have you girl?"

Daley looked bleakly at her tormentress.  She had hoped that it was purely
sadistic entertainment that the girl wanted, but now it looked like she was to
suffer the full range of degradation. She could of course object, but knew that
would only result in another vicious beating and afterwards she would still face
the same problem. It took a few moments but, swallowing hard, she answered:

"It would be an honour Miss."


Later that evening, Charlotte relaxed back into her pillows with a very
satisfied smile on her face.  Between her legs her servant-girl continued to
gently lick and tease the labia occasionally darting her tongue into the moist
entrance.  She waited for orders, either to stop or, heaven forbid, to start a
second assault.  Her neck and tongue ached and she almost had lockjaw form the
continual servicing she had been providing for the last half-hour.  The final
moments had been particularly hard, with Charlotte dictating the direction and
pace of licking by harder and faster tugs on Daley's hair.  The climax had seen
her mistress's muscular thighs clamping so tightly round her head that she was
in danger of blacking out. Clamping had only been relaxed as the young girl came
down from a prolonged orgasm.

Charlottes satisfaction came not only from the sexual pleasure she had received,
it also came from the thought that older women had been forced to do this
against her will. Admittedly the servant had shown a little reluctance at the
start, but being made to retrieve the riding crop that had earlier been used on
her had achieved more than any verbal threat could. She only had to be gently
touched with it for her attitude to become perfectly obedient. From an easy
start with a delicate sucking of her Mistress's small but sensitive nipples she
was soon required to indulge in much more intimate work on the area between her
legs. True, there had been a muted objection when she was told to use her tongue
on Charlotte's anus, but again a sharp tap with the crop and the problem
disappeared. The girl even had the good sense to appear enthusiastic when it
came to the licking leading to the climax.

Should she let Daley continue?  No, she had a better idea.

"OK girlie, not too bad but I think I will suggest that you need a bit more
training when you get back to the Facility."  Daley lifted her head, and in
reply to another tug of the hair replied  "Yes Miss".

"Still, I don't see why you should do all the work.  Lie down on the bed."

Daley couldn't believe it.  After her young mistresses comments on Lesbianism
she was about to reciprocate.  God, she might even get to come if allowed.  She
quickly scooted into position, head on pillows, legs slightly open.  Charlotte
looked down on her.

"Hands under your bottom, legs together."

Daley felt foolish. She suddenly realised she had let herself believe, for a
moment, that things might be different but she could see from the sadistic glint
in Charlottes eyes that there would be no let up.  Charlotte mounted Daley
facing her head, kneeling with legs either side of the body and with her
buttocks painfully squashing her breasts.

"That was quite a slow relaxing session.  Now I want a hard, fast ride, but
don't worry, I'll do all the work, you just provide the tongue".

She moved forward placing her still wet vagina directly over Daley's mouth, her
clitoris and pubic bone nudging her nose, then she lent backwards, her hands
resting on each of Daley's breasts, and with a vicious squeeze of her fingers to
indicate the 'off' she started to move.  Her clitoris rubbed against the nose,
while the girl's tongue and lips sucked for all their worth. Charlotte rocked on
the face for all the world as if she were on a horse saddle.  Her hands kept
time with the galloping by squeezing  and pulling the firm breasts.  The
culmination only took a few minutes to arrive and as she peaked she viciously
pinched the nipples causing the unfortunate prisoners tongue to stiffen in agony
as another flow of female juices ran over it.  Charlotte remained in position
before commencing another gentle trot, trying to gently come down from her high
and perhaps even achieve another orgasm.  After a few minutes she realised it
wasn't going to happen and dismounted, still out of breath and shaking a little
from the experience.

She helped herself to another glass of wine.

"I won't offer you any this time. I am sure you won't want to lose the delicate
flavours you have just experienced".  She laughed at her own joke.  "Right where
were we.  Ah yes, you were trying to persuade me to forget about the BRD. I am
still not convinced.  What was your third suggestion?"

"Hot candle wax over my breasts Miss." whispered Daley, partly because of the
fear of the punishment and partly because of the de-hydrated state of her mouth
and throat.

Charlotte smiled and walked over to her nightstand where a large fat candle
stood in a holder. 

"I imagine you have to do quite a lot of basic gymnastics at the centre so I
hope you can do the crab!"  Daley nodded.  " In that case girl go to it."

The prisoner checked the space around her and then did a handstand.  Her feet
continued over and within moments she was standing arched on hands and feet, her
body curved upwards and her breasts ideally placed for the forthcoming session.
Charlotte, lighting the candle, spoke:

 " You will stay in that position for the duration of this punishment.  You will
not move unless I order you to.  You will also remain silent.  Understood?"

"Yes miss", sobbed Daley her arms already starting to feel the strain.  In the
centre they often had to do this exercise and move crab-like around the exercise
floor but at least that allowed some movement of the arms. Staying still for who
knows how long would prove difficult, never mind the added pain of hot candle
wax.

"Brace girlie".  The first splatter of hot wax fell straight onto the left
nipple. Without the warning she would have immediately collapsed.  She moaned
quietly as drop after drop of molten wax fell on and around her left breast as
it hung down towards her face. The soft underside was ideally exposed by her
position. The wax quickly cooled into a pleasurable warmth but every initial
drop was agony.  It took about five minutes for the whole of her breast to be
covered and her arms were almost giving out.

"That's one" smirked Charlotte, impressed at her servant's stoicism.  Although
she had demanded silence she rather enjoyed the barely held back groans of
suffering.

The drip onto her right nipple was almost too much to bear and she jolted,
getting ready to collapse.

"You move girlie and I will put you back in this position.  But next time I will
make sure that a more sensitive part of your body is covered in wax and the
candle is extinguished by shoving it up that same area"

The words served to spur Daley on to greater endurance and she was able to
maintain position until the whole of her right breast was covered.

"Nearly finished girl.  Just a few drops into your belly button.  Daley
shuddered as they fell and then she heard Charlotte move away.

"Right, you can move out of position but don't you dare crack the wax bra I have
made for you".

Daley had no more strength to flip back over, so she gently collapsed to one
side, ensuring she protected the wax coated breasts from damage, then stood and
at a gesture from Charlotte assumed, carefully, the present.

"There, not so bad was it?"  Daley's drawn face gave the lie to that statement. 
"Now after all that effort we need to remove it.  It would be simplest to just
slide them off and have a memento of your rather impressive chest.  But it would
be more fun to remove them with this!"

From behind her back she produced a stiffly bristled hairbrush and started to
scrub across each breast, slowly removing segments of the wax.  The girl was
hard-pressed to keep position and kept murmuring despairingly "Please Miss,
P.p.please Miss."  Charlotte had no intention of stopping till she was finished
and by the end both breasts were free of all but a few stubborn pieces of wax.
The coarse brush marks adding to the soreness of the salted areas.

"Clean up the mess girl, then take a shower, clean your teeth and get back
here."

Daley carried out the orders and within ten minutes was standing by the young
girl's bed awaiting the next instruction.

"You may sleep on the floor, beside me.  I want a wake up call at 8 am.  The
first thing I want to experience when I wake up is your tongue between my legs.
You had better not disturb me getting into position. Understood?" 

"Yes miss."

Charlotte pulled the duvet over herself as Daley turned to switch off the light
and lie on the bare floor; her only covering being her stockings and shoes
which, she had replaced after the shower. It would be an uncomfortable and cold
night for her.  



Daylight had penetrated the curtains for some hours when Charlotte slowly awoke
from a relaxing dream to feel a gentle lapping between her legs.  Daley had been
there some time having cautiously made her way under the duvet. Unlike herself,
Charlotte had not considered it necessary to wash following the excitements of
the previous night so she had to call on all of her self-discipline to apply her
mouth to her mistress's intimate area. She had sensed the young girls awakening
as gentle movements of her vagina had slowly become little thrusts against her
hard-working tongue.  Moments later her ears had been gripped in two strong
hands, her face forced deeper into the opening legs and a very forceful thrust
against her lips clearly issued the message to increase her pace.  Charlottes
threatening verbal command to "Work it girlie" was unnecessary as Daley put all
her skills into pleasing the vixen. It was not long before Charlotte came and
the servant was kicked out from beneath the covers dishevelled, hot and
breathless.

"You're getting better girl but we still need to practice.  Now downstairs and
get me coffee.  Pull the curtains before you go."

The girl did as ordered and made her way downstairs still as nakedly attired as
she had been the night before.  Approaching the kitchen she heard the
unmistakable sound of something hitting flesh and opening the door she saw her
fellow prisoner, naked except for high heeled shoes and a short frilly apron,
bending over the kitchen table hands grasping the table edges.  Behind her, in
his dressing gown stood Charlottes father, holding a wooden kitchen spoon,
bringing it down hard on the woman's buttocks.  Clearly from the bright red
state of them this had been going on for some time, and although the woman must
have been well used too much more severe punishment in the centre it had still
made her eyes water.  As Daley entered the kitchen he turned and spoke.

"Ah another one who wants me to say good morning.  Get yourself over the table
too."  Daley was about to protest but thinking better of it, so she lay meekly
over the table alongside her fellow sufferer and spreading her legs apart waited
for the inevitable.  The inevitable being a dozen whacks on the same spot on
each buttock before he resumed punishing the other girl.

He walked round the front of the table and looked down at the two women. He was
a distinguished authoritarian looking male in his late forties with the air of a
man who was only doing his duty. The bulge in his dressing gown betrayed his
enjoyment of the situation.

"Which one of you is going to get rid of my early morning hard-on?" he asked. 
Then looking at Daley he said "Why are you here anyway girl?"

" I am getting Miss Charlotte some Coffee Sir."

" Then get to it".  As Daley stood he walked round to her and lifted her breasts
by the nipples. "They look a similar shade to your arse.  My daughter been
putting them to work?"

"Yes sir, she has."  She answered through gritted teeth as his long fingers
roughly mauled the tender globes.  He slapped her on the bottom dismissively,
then walked back round the table opening his dressing gown as he did so.  His
erection poked forward obscenely and he ran it across the lips of the woman
still lying across the table. 

"Looks like an early breakfast for you," he commented.  Without any order she
opened her mouth and started to gently lick and caress the tip of his penis. 
Daley moved forward to prepare a tray, conscious of the sounds behind her.  As
the kettle boiled she saw from the corner of her eye the penis entering the
mouth and the girls cheeks hollowing as she sucked strongly.  By the time the
coffee was poured and the tray ready, it was evident that Charlotte's father was
well into his stride, holding the woman's head firmly as she sucked avidly. 
Everyone was well aware that having to keep her body still and her hands griping
the table edge, it was the man that was dictating the pace, and most worryingly
the depth of the oral rape.  Daley walked past the couple grateful that it was
not she.  She had just go to the door when she heard, the ominous comment: "Your
turn later girl".

Returning to her mistress's room she poured the coffee and handed it to
Charlotte who sat up in bed reading.

"I expect you are wondering what we have planned for today, Daley.  Well I am
pleased to say that you will not be bored.  In a moment you will deal with some
chores while I finish this book, then I have a little modelling assignment for
you after which we will return to the training barn for another dressage and
jumping session.  This time we will try a heavier set of weights on your
nipples, and once you have been round the course a couple of times I will put
some blinkers on you.  These will ensure that you cannot see anything in front
of you so you will have to respond purely to my whip commands if you wish to get
round the circuit without fault.  Especially as faults will naturally result in
additional strokes."

The short-term future looked extremely bleak.  Charlotte pointed to the basket
of dirty laundry that her servant had collected the night before and told her to
sort out her knickers and bras.

She did so, piling the skimpy items into a two neat heaps. 

"Those items are very delicate. You will wash them in the bathroom sink. I can
see you from her so don't try to skimp on the cleaning.  Use a little soap and
rub them carefully then rinse and bring to me for inspection."

Daley ran some water rubbed in a little soap and started to gently hand wash a
pair of thong style panties.

"You stupid cow. I said those items are delicate, come here!"

Unsure of what she had done she wrong rushed to the young girl's side only to
have her left nipple seized in a vicious pinch.

"Those items are delicate and I don't want your rough hands spoiling them.  You
will place each item between your breasts and use your tits to rub them clean.
Understood?"

She nodded.  The whole stay was centring round her breasts and the amount of
abuse they could withstand.  She carefully placed the pants in her cleavage
then, using her hands either side of her boobs, lowered them into the water and
proceeded to firmly rub the underwear clean.

Charlotte watched as the pile of laundry slowly decreased and Daley's back
breaking, breast-paining work continued.  The she got up, slipped on some casual
clothes and opening a draw took out a plastic bag with the name of a sports
outfitters emblazoned on the outside.  Peeking in she saw the bra she had bought
as soon as she had heard which girl was to be hers.  It was a plain white sports
bra, full-cup, firm material and Daley's actual size.  Charlotte, with one
glance back at the bent-over girl, walked downstairs.  She entered the kitchen
to see the same sight that had greeted Daley, the prisoner still wearing just a
short apron still bent over the table.  The only change this time was that it
was Charlotte's mother flaying the bright red nates with a folded leather belt. 
At Charlottes lifted eyebrow she answered  "Your father came upstairs to say
that this slut had tried to get out of a beating by offering him a blow job.  I
have to go out in a moment otherwise I would teach this slut to keep away from
someone else's husband."

Charlotte smiled.  "Don't worry Mummy.  I can deal with that for you, in fact I
have a job for her now."

With a final vicious stroke the belt was thrown on to the sobbing servants back,
who laid there crying at the pain and injustice of it all, wondered what
Charlotte had in store for her.  Charlotte beckoned her over and gave her a pair
of kitchen gloves and a washing up bowl, then gestured outside.

Twenty minutes later Charlotte walked back into her bedroom.  Daley had finished
the washing and was tidying the bathroom sink. 

"Right girl, shower, wash your hair and put make-up on. I have said that you
would do a bit of modelling"

Daley knew this did not bode well, but without arguing she quickly stripped off
her skimpy stockings and got into the shower.  Charlotte spent the time running
through the digital photos until Daley reappeared, clean, hair dried and a light
covering of make up on her face.

Charlotte approached her victim carrying the white sports bra.  "You will put
this on and then you will go and see my father.  You will say that I sent you
and that you would like to thank him personally for allowing you this
opportunity to experience some time outside of the Correctional facility"

Daley blanched but knowing she had no choice moved forward to take the bra.  Not
very sexy but at least it provided some cover. It was strange that she was not
to wear any panties but a bra was better than nothing if she really did had to
grovel in front of that man. Then she spotted the cups.  Full to the brim with
young nettle leaves. Charlotte had spent several minutes applying a sticky
solution to the insides of the cups that would hold the fresh green leaves in
place She looked at the smirking Charlotte with fear all across her face.

"Yes girl, especially for you, lean forward to put it on.  I don't want to see
one falling leaf or you'll eat it."

Daley bent and gently pulled the bra on.  The stinging was instantaneous and as
she clipped the bra straps behind her back it intensified.  Charlotte gently
stroked the breast knowing this would ensure far greater stinging than purely
crushing them.  She enjoyed the pain flickering across Daley's face and then
slapped her bottom.  "Off you go."  As Daley left to seek out the Father,
Charlotte went back down to the kitchen.  Lying across the kitchen table the
maid-prisoner was awaiting the third member of the family to give her bottom a
whipping. This time it was to be done with all the nettle stems that remained
after she had been ordered to collect them, stripping the young leaves for god
knows what purpose.  She groaned.  The vixen had place a pile of the older
leaves on the table underneath each breast and told her to lie on them.  She
knew worse was to come.

Upstairs Daley knocked and entered the main bedroom.  On the bed lay Charlotte's
father, naked with a flaccid penis.

"What have we here?" he asked.  Daley said the required degrading words and he
beckoned her forwards.  He had a good relationship with his daughter and she had
already explained what she would be arranging while his wife was out. 

"OK girl, you missed out sucking me downstairs.  You can have the pleasure now. 
I came earlier so it may take you a while"

In fact under Daleys ministrations it only took a couple of minutes to get it
really stiff, but each second of that time was agony as her breasts pressed
against his thigh.  He tugged her hair, pulling her mouth off his rock hard
organ.

"Don't be greedy girl.  You can suck it again once we are finished.  Rub some of
this on it now". He passed her a tube of Vaseline and she gently massaged it
around his glans and all down his penis. 

"Right girl, hop on, facing me".  She knelt over him, her pussy hovering over
the tip of his penis but before she could lower herself he caught her pubic
hair.

"Naughty, naughty.  Even I know you girls aren't allowed to come, so while I
know you would like nothing better than to slide onto my penis, I think that to
save you a good flogging you should forgo the pleasure and take me anally".  He
laughed at his own humour and Daley groaning with shame shuffled forward and
moved her anal opening onto the tip.  "Arms behind your neck girl".  She took up
the position and lowered herself onto him, the discomfort showing on her face. 
Slowly she started to rock about her hips but after the first few strokes he
stopped her.

"We will do this a little differently.  I want you to slide onto my penis as far
as you can, then you will stay like that.  You will make me come by just
squeezing your anal muscles."

He watched the pain and discomfort cross Daley's face as she did as he ordered. 
She was aware that he had just prolonged the session substantially. He could lie
there all day while she tried to constrict and relax her internal muscles, but
after a while she would tire, and then what? He had thought of that.  He reached
forward and brushed his hands over the bra. Instantly more pain from the nettles
shocked her, causing her muscles to contract. It suddenly became clear, He would
be dictating the rhythm by squeezing her breasts, and the closer he got to an
orgasm the harder and faster he would press.  Her pain would produce his
pleasure, and there would be no question of any sexual pleasure, let alone
relief for her.

All she had to look forward to was another session in the afternoon under
Charlotte's tutelage in the dressage ring followed by a further night of
personal degradation. 

Life in the community was hell.

Chapter 40

Mrs McEwan dismissed Stewart with the order to report to Mrs Parsons. To say
that he was apprehensive would be inaccurate-his emotions were bordering on
sheer terror as he descended the stairs to the kitchen. It was early in the
evening, and whatever she had in mind for him, it could last for hours.

She was waiting for him, still dressed in her dowdy housekeeper's dress and with
an even stricter expression on her face than was usual. On the table in front of
her lay a pile of equipment that was either designed for discipline or could be
easily adapted for that purpose. There were the inevitable horse crops that one
would expect to find in such a house-but also  long thin canes more designed for
human rather than animal hides. He came to attention in front of her and awaited
his fate. To his amazement, she smiled at him.

"Relax Stewart, I won't be thrashing you this evening. I have some work for you
and I imagine that it is work that you will find rather pleasant. Mrs McEwan's
husband normally assists me with this sort of problem, but as he is away on
business, Mrs McEwan has kindly given me permission to use you in his place. You
have I take it, heard that there are similar Institutes for Correction to the
one you attend- all over Europe?"

Stewart had indeed heard of the Correctional Centres but had taken little
interest at the time other than agreeing that the politicians should deal
robustly with offenders. Since he had been sentenced to time in a British one,
he had had no time for further study on the subject. Mrs Parsons went on to
explain that there were two German prisoners on release to the community from a
Centre who were staying in the area. It seemed that their temporary owner, a
senior German Social worker had brought them with her when she came to stay with
a friend. Unfortunately she had been far too relaxed with them and they had
taken advantage of her kindness. She felt that she had neither the facilities
nor the strictness to correct them herself and had called the local Centre for
advice. They had recommended the services of Mrs McEwan who had helped out in
previous cases. Naturally Mrs McEwan had called the German centre and spoken to
the lady Governor who had been furious at this lapse in her standards. She not
only authorised Mrs McEwan to deal with the problem but also assured her that
she had full authority to discipline them in any way she saw fit. It seems that
she also faxed a profile for both prisoners that she felt would be useful.

Mrs Parsons had already decided on the use of the basement room for what would
need to be a long session. She explained to Stewart that as far as these
prisoners were concerned, he would be a person of authority and not of a low
status like themselves. He would therefore dress in a pair of chinos, white
T-shirt and loafers that belonged to Mr McEwan. He would be expected to not only
assist the housekeeper, but also to make suggestions that would increase the
effectiveness of the session. Naturally, should the prisoners be in any way
modest, the presence of a male would increase the embarrassment level
appreciably.

From what she had read in the prisoner profile, arrogance was be the main
problem that needed to be addressed. To that end Mrs Parsons had given discreet
instructions to the owner. The prisoners had been given no opportunity for
showering for the past 24 hours with an excuse that the plumbing in their part
of the house was faulty. They had also been deprived of fresh clothing. Added to
that they had been given some hard physical work to carry out cleaning the
stables and in view of the warm weather, would arrive in a less than pristine
state. Stewart, still emotionally the prisoner, immediately grasped the
advantage that would confer on Mrs Parsons when the prisoners stood before her.
Any inspection or examination would be made ten times worse if they felt at such
a psychological disadvantage. Her careful reading of the profile had also
revealed a potential weakness in the prisoner's background. They were carrying
out their sentences in an all female establishment so any male participation
would be that more effective. Add to that the report that they were both
believed to have lesbian tendencies caused Mrs Parsons to believe that any
interaction with Stewart, would be particularly unpleasant for them.

"And by the way Stewart," Mrs Parsons said with a grin, "I am well aware that
you haven't received sexual relief for some time, so I will be allowing you to
utilise these prisoners to overcome that shortage. The only condition I will be
imposing is that you will be the only one allowed to derive any real sexual
pleasure from any contact. Now, let's take all this equipment down to the cellar
and make it look like what it will be for the next few hours, a punishment
room!"

Together they carried all the gear including some boxes down the steep steps.
The room was as cold and unwelcoming as usual but by the time the canes, straps
crops and other equipment had been hung up or laid out it would strike fear in
the heart of the bravest prisoner. They walked back upstairs and were waiting at
the entrance to the barn when a car pulled up. Stewart could just make out the
shapes of two females sitting upright in the back but his attention was diverted
by a male driver who got out and spoke to them. It was a short conversation and
the car was soon departing leaving the two passengers standing in the courtyard
with two large bags.

The first impression for Stewart was the difference in the uniform worn by
German Correctional Centre prisoners: He later learned that the two females were
in their No2 work clothing and the rest of their uniforms were in their bags.
Heavy black leather work-boots reaching up to their ankles thick ankle socks,
medium length black heavy skirt and a military style blouse made in the same
thick woollen material. A white cravat was at the neck and a black beret was
worn on the head. Hardly comfortable gear for a warm evening but certainly one
that would protect from the cold of the German winter

The females themselves were both fine examples of German womanhood. One was aged
around 24 years and the other was probably in her mid thirties.

The younger one, named Schultz was around 5 foot ten inches tall, slim with a
seemingly flat chest under her work-blouse. Not particularly pretty, she had a
well-formed angular face under extremely blonde hair worn in a long plat that
extended almost to her waist.

On the other hand, Mueller, her fellow prisoner was around five foot four inches
tall, heavily built with what seemed large breasts swelling under the blouse.
Her face was a little chubby but fairly pretty with large grey eyes and plump
lips. Again, her fair hair was held in a long thick plat.

Both stood nervously at attention, clearly apprehensive as to what was to happen
to them. Both inwardly regretting their casual attitude towards their temporary
owner that had caused them to be brought before Mrs Parsons. Both feeling hot
and sticky from their previous efforts and wishing that they could take a
cooling cleansing shower.

Mrs Parsons beckoned Stewart to stand next to her and addresses the females:

" As you have been told, following an appalling lack of respect shown to your
owner you have been brought here to me to bring you back into line as rapidly as
possible. You may rest assured that I have the full authority of your Commandant
in the Frankfurt Correctional Institute to do with you as I see fit. You will be
subjected to whatever training or punishment that I deem necessary and will be
required to obey my every order. Should you fail to behave correctly I am
authorised to have you sent back to Germany where you will be dealt with by the
authorities in one of the Severe Training Centres."

A gasp of horror escaped the prisoners on hearing this threat. Stewart later
learnt that this centre in Germany made even the toughest correctional centres
appear benign in comparison. She continued:

"This is Mr Stewart who has offered to help me with your training. You will
address him as "Sir" at all times and myself as "Madam". I understand that you
have been trained to speak flawless English, so do not expect any concessions to
be made regarding your level of comprehension. You will obey any order that we
give immediately and without question. You have no rights to privacy and will
dress as we direct. You may expect corporal punishment for each and every error. 
Mr Stewart!"

Surprised by the use of the title "Mr", Stewart looked in Mrs Parson's
direction.

"I think we will start by assessing the physical fitness levels of the
prisoners. Would you please put them to some manual work?"

Stewart thought fast and quickly remembered that he had seen an old cricket
pitch roller behind the barn. He ordered the girls to follow him and soon
located it again. It was a heavy cast iron device that weighed a ton. A large
cast-iron cylinder rotated around a shaft to which handles were attached behind
and in front. It was designed to be moved by four large men to smooth out the
surface of a cricket pitch and, with luck, would be an absolute bitch for two
females to move.

" You will use this roller to level the area of ground that I will mark out with
rocks. I will allow you an hour to complete the task, which should be easy
enough provided you work hard. You may take breaks at your own discretion but do
not expect any leniency if you have not rolled the area within the allotted
time."

He then marked out an area about 100 yards square with stones, one of which
marked the corner where the roller stood. Unfortunately the ground was far from
smooth and covered in numerous bumps and molehills that would make a difficult
job even harder. He then glanced at his loaned wristwatch and gave his first
order:

"You have one hour starting from.... Now!"

The two prisoners ran to their positions, one each side of the roller, grasped
the cross-shafts and heaved. They were obliged to rock the heavy weight
backwards and forwards before it moved, all too slowly across the grass, but
eventually it was moving at a constant pace. Accompanied by their desperate
grunts and slipping boots they managed to move it halfway down the strip before
they were forced to take their first break and lean on their handles breathing
heavily. The elder female asked for permission to speak and when Stewart granted
it asked that they be allowed to removed their heavy woollen uniform tops and
their berets in view of the heat.

"Certainly not!" he snapped, " A little honest sweat will do you both good and I
could not possibly authorise you to be improperly dressed. Your uniform may be a
little heavy for the temperature today, but that is hardly my concern".

They were now totally dejected, as was Stewart's intention. They leant to their
task and, with a clank, the roller moved again. When they reached the stone
marker they had to heave with all their strength to angle the device so that it
would cover a new area on it's return trip, and then start the long journey over
again.

Satisfied that his imposition was working, Stewart went back to the house where
he found an amused Mrs Parsons watching the efforts from a small window. She
handed him a glass of iced soda water.

"An excellent start Stewart. Keep popping back to make sure that the bitches are
hard at it and don't forget to give them copious water to drink. I think they
should be an excellent state for a full uniform and body inspection when they
are finished. It will be interesting to see how their uniform compares with our
own when we have them strip for us."

When Stewart returned after twenty minutes almost a third of the area had been
rolled. Both females were gasping with the effort and drenched in sweat. Dark
wet patches were visible under their armpits and perspiration was running in
rivulets down their faces and exposed legs. He handed them each a large glass of
tepid water, which they gratefully took and swallowed without taking breath.
Without any words or threats from Stewart, they resumed their task and the
roller moved again.

He made a further inspection after forty minutes and again the proffered water
was gulped down. This time they rested on their knees and had to force
themselves to their feet to continue. Desperately they pushed the roller knowing
that there was still virgin grass and time was running out. He arrived for his
final inspection with just five minutes of the allotted hour to run. To his
surprise and disappointment, the entire area had been rolled and by the time the
hour was up the prisoners were on their feet and at attention. He still allowed
another large jug of water to be consumed and then marched them back to the barn
where Mrs Parsons was waiting.

She stood before the exhausted females, taking in their still shaking legs,
sweat-wet uniforms and general disarray.

"I hope that the exercise that Mr Stewart kindly arranged for you will give you
some idea of the standards that I expect, and, talking about standards, I think
it is time that you both received a thorough uniform and body inspection to
determine your level of personal dress and cleanliness. I will instruct you to
remove items of clothing, which you will immediately remove and place on the
small table to your right. You will then assume the present position."

A look of abject horror crossed both of their faces. They were both proud
females with impeccable standards but they were to be inspected when soaked in
their own sweat and feeling dirty and soiled through no fault of their own. Both
of their eyes swung towards Stewart as they both absorbed the fact that they
would have to strip in the presence of a male for the first time having grown
accustomed to the all girl environment of the Correction Centre. Miss Parsons
adjusted the overhead lights to illuminate each prisoner and then ordered the
removal of their berets.

Next they were told to remove their once white cravats from around their necks.
The sweat continued to run down their necks and Stewart, scarcely able to
contain his excitement realised that he would soon be following the path of the
rivulets with his eyes and possibly his fingers.

Next to be removed was the heavy woollen jacket. The sodden items were placed on
the tables and the prisoners snapped back to the present. Little wonder they
continued to sweat: Under the jacket type blouse they wore a dark and equally
heavy woollen vest that clipped to the skirt waistband. The younger girl Schultz
proved herself to be only modestly supplied in the breast department but the
elder prisoner could be seen to have large somewhat drooping breasts under the
damp material of the vest. After a short pause they were ordered to remove the
vests and to the surprise of both Stewart and Mrs Parsons were displayed in a
brassiere made of a thin latex material. The large girl demonstrated that the
opaque latex offered little support but some modesty as though the shape of the
breast was fully visible through the thin whitish rubber, the actual breast
itself still remained obscured.

Schultz's breasts needed no support and jutted out pertly stretching the tight
latex to a point. Clearly the bras had been fitted specially and in poor light
would seem not to be there at all, so closely did they fit the girl's skin. In
places the effect of the body sweat made the latex semi-transparent but unlike
the larger girl, there were no large patches where the liquid had collected.
Closer examination revealed that though the latex over the breasts was thin, the
rubber straps that went over the shoulders and around the chest were heavily
stitched, tight and restrictive.

Stewart was surprised that unlike most German females, their underarms were
fully shaved. This was presumably to emphasise their prisoner status. He made a
point of wrinkling his nose when near either of them to cause them maximum
embarrassment but in truth, little acting was needed as the scent of dried body
sweat hung heavily around them. He was just mentally wondering what they would
have beneath the skirt when to order came:

"Remove your skirts!"

With a shamed glance in his direction from the younger girl, both heavy skirts
were unclipped, unzipped and laid on the tables.

Stewart, used to flimsy thongs or bikini style panties in thin cotton was
surprised again by what he saw, as was Mrs Parsons. The prisoners were wearing
what were obviously regulation panties but very much in the same style as their
brassieres. Made of thin latex they were of the directoire style and reached
down to their thighs. Around the waist was a broad band of tightly restrictive
ribbed rubber about two inches broad that constricted their waists. Similar
bands gripped each thigh and a two-inch strap ran down from the front of the
belt to pass between their legs and, thinning slightly, join up with the rear of
the waistband. The latex material fitted loosely making the panties look baggy,
but the strap devices were firm and tight and must be extremely uncomfortable,
restrictive and difficult to remove or put on. Clearly these were worn for two
reasons, firstly to retain any liquids produced by sweat or accident and
secondly to cause a prisoner discomfort and chafing.

The leg part of the bloomers above the straps were weighed down with what
appeared to be several ounces of liquid, no doubt the product of their recent
exercise with the roller. Again Stewart found himself wondering the effect this
peculiar piece of clothing had caused the wearers and hoping that he would soon
be allowed to find out when the next order snapped out:

"Remove your boots and socks!"

Both prisoners sat down with some difficulty and with strained looks on their
faces as their restrictive knickers were tightened by their posture.  Their legs
were pulled up and they started to unfasten the thong laces on their heavy
boots. The underside was revealed to show heavy metal studding and plates in the
fashion of an old style military boot. This was confirmed by the heavy thud as
each article of footwear was removed and dropped the few inches to the concrete
floor. As the socks were pulled free from the reddened damp feet the odour
similar to rancid cheese flooded the area causing even the owner of the feet to
wince in disgust. Soon, however, the wet socks joined the other pile of clothes
and the boots were placed neatly on the floor in front of the table with the now
almost naked prisoners standing at the present once again.

Wrinkling her nose to indicate her displeasure with the scent of the prisoners,
Mrs Parsons asked the older girl some questions:

"What is the purpose of this rather unusual brassiere girl?"

Mueller hesitated looking at Stewart who's presence clearly caused her
considerable embarrassment and replied.

"Well Madam, we are told that this brassiere is to be worn with the working
uniform and when we exercise. It is hygienic in that it can be easily washed and
dried, it provides (another look in Stewart's direction) some degree of modesty
but still allows the breasts freedom of movement as is required at the institute
for exercise periods."

When asked if it was comfortable the prisoner gave a little grimace and said
that it was certainly not but quickly added that she was fully aware that she
was in the Centre to be punished and therefore she could not object. When
pressed she explained that the shoulder straps were rather rough thanks to the
stitching and they always dug into the shoulders of the larger breasted girls.
Also the chest strap was fitted tightly to cause irritation when breathing
deeply. Any sweat that collected inside also caused considerable irritation and
chafing around the inside top of the chest strap.

Mrs Parsons casually asked Stewart if he would mind running his hands over the
breasts of both prisoners to assess the support feature of the latex. Trying
hard to appear calm and disinterested,  Stewart went first to the taller younger
girl and firmly rubbed the latex covering her pointed breasts with both hands.
The firmness of both breasts surprised him especially when the initial reaction
to his touch was that the covered nipples became even harder.

The prisoner was mortified at his casual handling and was hard put to maintain
the present as she blushed down to the lower part of her stretched neck. He gave
her a final hard squeeze to both swollen nipples through the slippery rubber and
stood back. He then slowly walked over to the plumper girl who was similarly red
with embarrassment, placed his palms under the pendulous latex covered globes
and started to lift and squeeze. The slippery breasts were heavy and tried to
squirm away as the latex slipped and tightened over them. Gripping a little
firmer by digging his nails through the rubber into the soft flesh he lifted
both breasts to shoulder height and suddenly released them so that they fell
down to the prisoner's chest and stomach with a slapping sound. He then gripped
both nipples with unnecessary firmness to ensure that the wet nubs did not slip
from between the rubber gripped by his fingers, lifted them again so that both
large breasts were suspended clear of her chest and asked his first question:

"Tell me girl, do you have the same system in German Centres where you can have
your breasts caned if you commit three offences that are breast related?"

The girl was obviously in some pain from the grip but swallowed and asked
Stewart to repeat himself, seeming not to understand his reference to three
offences before punishment. When he repeated to question with exaggerated
slowness she immediately comprehended.

"No Sir we are not allowed such kindness in Germany, a breast offence is a
breast offence and we can expect to feel the cane across them each time we
infringe such a rule."  Under Stewart's questioning and increasing pressure with
his fingers she admitted that she had been breast caned twice. She went on to
say, with an ever increasing baring of her teeth to absorb the pain from her
nipples, that any second offence within a specified period automatically
resulted in the award of an increased number of strokes. Stewart kept up the
grip and continued to hold the heavy slippery breasts high whilst questioning
her.

"And when were these last caned girl?"

"Five days ago, Sir, just before I was brought to England." She replied. When
questioned as to her offence she admitted that she had been caught wearing half
cup breast supports hidden in the latex bra. "I have large breasts Sir, and they
do hurt when I am made to exercise them without support. It was extremely
foolish of me and I was detected when the Instructress in Physical Training gave
the class a uniform check and found them. She naturally placed me on a report to
the Lady Commandant and she ordered my punishment."

Clearly from the prisoner's constant fidgeting and her facial expressions,
Stewart had found an effective way to interrogate her. He gave the nipples an
extra twist and continued his questioning.

"Where you given any medical preparation?"

"Of course Sir, the Nurse gave me an injection in my thigh the night before to
ensure that my breasts were fully sensitive and that I would derive maximum
benefit from the infliction."

"And how many strokes did you have to take across each breast?"

"Twelve Sir, four across the upper surface, four under the breast with one of
the guards holding it clear of my chest-as you are doing now- and four across
the tip."

"Which would explain why you are squirming and wriggling now, no doubt."

" Yes Sir, they are very sore and tender."

Stewart suddenly released his grip and allowed them to fall back with a slap. He
knew that the return of circulation to the breast tips would be delightfully
unpleasant but chose to ignore her and turned towards the younger female.

"And what can you tell us about these knickers that you are wearing girl?"

Trying to avoid direct eye contact and with a face suffuse with embarrassment
she replied:

"We have to wear these knickers whenever we are in our working dress or when we
are exercised Sir. Sometimes we are also required to wear them for a few hours
after a beating. When we put them on a supervisor normally tightens the straps
to ensure that they are as uncomfortable and restrictive as possible and also to
ensure that they do not leak around the seals. We are told that they are
deliberately designed to be as uncomfortable as possible by causing discomfort
to our sensitive areas so we are not to complain or attempt to adjust them
ourselves."

"And what can we expect to find when Mrs Parsons orders you to remove the
knickers?"

There was a pause for several seconds as the implication of Stewart's remark was
absorbed. The female prisoners risked moving from the present position to glance
at each other in horror as they realised that they could be required to strip in
front of a male. Schultz plucked up courage and pleaded with Mrs Parsons."

"Please Madam, we are not required to strip in front of males in the Correction
Centre only the female staff. To do such a thing would be too humiliating. We
are also required to be fully shaved between our legs so we could not possibly
display ourselves if Mr Stewart was present."

Mrs Parson's reply was brief and stripped away any hope for modesty that the
females still retained.

 " How dare you question Mr Stewart's authority? When he or I require it you
will strip to the bare and furthermore you will display yourselves in any way we
require-without hesitation! You may expect to be punished for that remark later
this evening girl and you will now answer his question immediately!"

Summoning all her control Schultz explained that the straps would inevitably
leave deep marks in the skin for some time causing considerable discomfort,
especially between a girl's legs. Any fluid such as sweat would then make the
area very sore and tender. If a prisoner was wearing the knickers following a
thrashing, any sweat would constantly be wiped against the weals making them
sting even more. Stewart then asked if a girl ever lost control of her bladder
wearing the panties. She reluctantly said that sometimes she was ordered to do
just that to make the clothing even more humiliating and make the entire area
even more sore. There was a screw cap rather like a bottle top centred between
the legs but prisoners were not allowed to touch that themselves. If they were
lucky and the wardress remembered, she might remove it so that they could
urinate. If she did not, the hot urine simply went into the knickers.

The final hope dashed, the soiled and smelly females stood with silent tears
running down their faces and Mrs Parsons observed that she was well on the way
to breaking their obstinate superiority. She quickly moved to the next task so
that their momentum of degradation would be maintained. She asked Stewart to put
them through some exercises so that the advantages and disadvantages of the
unusual bra and knickers could be observed. He was already mentally prepared for
the order and had decided to order two basic types of exercise. The first to get
the breasts, or at least Mueller's breasts moving under the latex so that they
could see just how painful she found them. Secondly to get their legs and thighs
moving to observe the way the knickers gripped and restricted them. He gave the
first orders and soon had them standing, arms at the side and jumping on the
spot.

The younger girl found no problem with her pointed breasts not moving at all.
Unfortunately her fellow prisoner, who must have been at least a British size 38
double D demonstrated that the latex cups gave no support whatsoever and her
heavy breasts were soon swinging and bouncing. Calling them to higher jumps
Stewart managed to have the breasts bouncing individually and slapping into the
girl's chest on both the upward and downward flop. He began to appreciate why
she had taken the risk in putting some supports in the bra. Taking great
pleasure at the female's contorted face and groans he kept them hard at it for
two minutes before calling a halt. He then grasped the breathless girl's breasts
firmly in each hand as he again felt the full freedom they had to move. He
smiled at her and assured her that there would be other tests later that she
could look forward to.

Next he had them both lay on their backs and raise their feet and legs into a
cycling position with their buttocks supported by their hands and elbows. He
could see the liquid in the pants running uphill and obviously stinging
sensitive parts on route as he ordered cycling exercise to commence. Both
females demonstrated  some reluctance to "pedal" hard until Mrs Parsons told
them that their reluctance had been noted and would be punished later. The
remarks seemed to overcome their reluctance to impose more discomfort on their
lower regions and they both rotated their feet at an almost commendable rate,
admittedly with their teeth gritted and lips pulled back.

Stewart had them hard at the exercise for a full five minutes, steeling himself
against their obvious distress as they exercised their legs. Finally he called a
halt and let them rest, albeit still supported by the arms and with their knees
drawn up to their heaving chests. During the forced exercise he had noticed that
each pair of knickers did indeed have a white screw cap about one inch across
between the legs and made a mental note to examine it thoroughly later. He also
noticed a slightly smaller screw top situated further round the crotch strap and
wondered to himself what that was for.

Eventually they stood at the present knowing full well what was to come,
dreading the event but committed to the total obedience of either Stewart or Mrs
Parsons. The order soon came:

"Mr Stewart, would you please assist the ladies in removing their brassieres?"

Wordlessly Stewart stood behind Shultz and with difficulty, unfastened the
elasticated rubber strap that held the chest band tightly. The bra did not drop
free as expected and appeared glued to the chest skin. He soon found that the
heavy stitching had been pressed into the flesh and it had to be peeled off,
much like elastoplast. It was eventually freed and then the shoulder straps
peeled loose. Eventually the prisoner Schultz stood there with the cruel
indentations of the straps marking her pale flesh and her two small pointed
breasts fully exposed and still wet with sweat. He noticed how the hard ridge of
the chest strap had left a thin red under each pert breast and mentally
speculated what the bra will have done to her colleague.

With Mueller he made no attempt to be gentle. Having undone the strap he briskly
snatched the straps loose ignoring the exclamations. The two large swinging
mammaries now fell out. He was immediately aware of why the prisoner had
appeared to be so sensitive to his grip whenever he had handled her. They
obviously took breast punishments seriously at the Centre in which these
prisoners were incarcerated. Clearly a thin plastic type rod had been used
rather than a brutal cane but it had obviously been applied with severity. Each
breast had several bruise lines visible, including a cluster that terminated at
the aureole and continued on the other side leaving a plum coloured breast tip
and nipple in it's trail. The nipples and surrounds were swollen and not
entirely as a result of Stewart's recent efforts. They must have been made
supremely sensitive to the slightest touch, which would explain the female's
over-reaction when Stewart was gripping them earlier. Using the same grip he
lifted the breasts off her chest and examined the soft underside. Again the blue
lines were there and also a red chafing line caused by the hard chest strap of
the latex brassiere. He suddenly released them and heard, once again, the
satisfying sound of the breasts slapping against the chest and stomach with the
accompanying gasp from their owner.

Mrs Parsons informed the females that it was time for some more exercise and
instructed them to replace their damp socks and boots. This they did sitting on
the floor with their feet pulled up towards them The sock-smell made them
wrinkle their noses and they pulled them on their already reddened feet with
care taking several minutes to replace each heavy laced boot. Stewart too the
opportunity to question Mueller as to the purpose of the second screw top he had
seen under the crotch of the knickers.

She explained that it gave access to an open tube that fitted into their anus.
Should one of the staff consider it necessary, it could be used to insert a
suppository into their rectum without any need to remove their knickers. 
Stewart asked her what sort of suppository and she told him that the staff
frequently used what they called "encouragers" made out of some substance that
caused either stinging or itching to ensure that the prisoners felt obliged to
work harder. Guards that favoured their use carried a small pack of the various
types with a plunger device to insert them.

They then had to stand at attention, deeply aware how prominently they were
presenting their naked breasts. Mrs Parsons went on to tell them that she was
aware of how they were trained in marching drill and they were to get their
drill packs from their travel bags and hand them to Mr Stewart which they did.

Stewart took them outside and examined them. They were square packs about
eighteen inches square and nine inches deep and obviously designed to be
weighted. A complex system of straps supported the packs on the shoulders and
double straps went around the chests, one uncomfortably above the breasts and
one just as uncomfortably beneath. He didn't need to be told what to do and,
having located a pile of builder's sand, filled up both packs. On the way back
to the barn he passed a water-but, but not until he had scooped up some of the
water and added it to the sand to ensure that each pack was as compact and heavy
as possible. He arrived back in the barn with the heavy loads hanging down, one
from each hand.

The two female prisoners were told to assist each other in putting the packs in
place and soon had them square to their backs with all the various straps tight
and even. Despite their previous training they were obviously surprised by the
sheer weight of the packs compared with how heavy they had been on previous
occasions. The harness pressed into the top surface and bottom surface of the
younger female's breasts, but without undue discomfort. Unfortunately, this was
not the case with Mueller. The large breasts were trapped between the upper and
lower straps forcing the mounds into a flatter shape that lifted them away from
the chest and then left them dangling and unsupported over the ridge of the
lower strap.. This made balance even more difficult but she knew that it was
something she would have to overcome as immaculate foot-drill was an essential
test of her obedience and discipline. She had seen too many parade ground
thrashings in Germany to allow herself any sympathy. Finally, the long
regulation plats were hung over the packs and Stewart, noticing a convenient
clip on the pack top, used it to secure the hair. This ensured that the heads
were held high so that they would be obliged to look down their noses to see
where they were going.

Mrs Parsons took them both outside into the yard. Stewart positioned two
comfortable garden recliners in the middle of the enclosed courtyard while the
Housekeeper told them that they were to perform their drill until they were told
to stop. The older prisoner would give the orders and they would march as a pair
with as much "variety" to their drill as possible.

In no time the pair were marching smartly round the square, arms swinging and
knees high in an exaggerated form of military drill. They followed a set routine
that they had obviously been taught in the German Correctional Centre that
included several drill manoeuvres such as about turns, periods at double time,
slow time and marching on the spot. The sequence would have been hard work for
any fit soldier so it was certainly one that would require considerable effort
from the two females. Add the problems caused by the heavy pack to the normal
effort required and it all became a miserable and humiliating exercise. Their
nose high deportment added to the impression they gave of arrogance but created
more problems for them the least of which was a stiff neck. The part of the
drill that seemed to cause the maximum discomfort to Shultz was the marching on
the spot when the knees were pumped up to a point where the upper thighs were
level with the ground. She tried to ease her plight by opening her knees as they
came up but this was soon checked by Mrs Parsons. Mueller, on the other hand
seemed to find the double time marching to be the most distressing as the
combination of leg and arm movements set her dangling breasts off in a very
un-military like dance of their own.

It must have been fifteen minutes before Mrs Parsons called a halt and stood in
front of the two shaking and sweating prisoners.

"Not the high standard of drill that I would have expected. You have both
collected several demerit points for your lack of attention, slovenliness and
attempts to make things easy on yourself. I had hoped to avoid having to deal
with you in the punishment room but you really leave me no option as you both
clearly require to be brought back into line. You will be finding the next few
hours rather unpleasant, but it is entirely for your own good so I hope that you
will accept it in that way without argument. I would make one point: You both
seem to feel that it would be inappropriate for Mr Stewart here to see you
naked. This attitude pre-supposes that you have rights whilst in my care. YOU DO
NOT!  Mr Stewart will not only see you both naked, he will also be handling you
in the most embarrassing and intimate ways and there will be no objections. The
fact that your files describe you both as being lesbian in orientation in no way
grants you the rights to being dealt with solely by females, as seems to be the
case in Germany. You are prisoners and can be seen or handled by anyone in
authority, IS THAT CLEAR?"

The two dejected prisoners mumbled their agreement and were ordered to remove
their packs and follow Stewart down the steps into the basement. They were soon
standing at attention looking apprehensively around the room. The selection of
canes and straps were hanging from hooks on the wall but what really caused
their hearts to race were the two tables, set well apart with the plastic
mattresses on the top. The body sweat from their exercise ran down their chests
and backs but in the cold frightening coolness of the basement that soon dried
to add to their unpleasant odours that hung around them. They both knew that as
soiled, sweaty and dirty as they were, they would soon have to submit to any
examination, search or handling that Mrs Parsons deemed necessary.

Shultz had had limited experience with a boy friend or two but never really
enjoyed male contact. The elder Mueller last had a groping male hand and fingers
on her when she was eighteen and hated it. The both hoped that Mrs Parsons would
be taking the lead but from the protrusion visible in the front of Stewart's
chinos, knew in their heart that this would not be so. They had few hopes but
the ones that they had were shattered by Mrs Parson's first order.

"Mr Stewart, I have just remembered that these ladies have consumed a fair
amount of liquid and must be feeling a little uncomfortable. Perhaps you would
like to help them relieve themselves?"

Smiling, Stewart picked up a stainless steel bucket and advanced towards the
prisoners. "Now where was that release cap?" he thought to himself.

To be continued.

Chapter 41.

The two German females stood awaiting Stewart's order, their wide eyes staring
at the shiny bucket. He told them to climb up on one of the tables and then to
kneel facing away from him with their legs spread and head down.

The thick stitched crotch of the latex knickers with the two screw caps was now
fully exposed to him and Mrs Parsons. He was surprised, but made no comment when
she indicated that her was to delay things for a while as she rapidly climbed
the steps out of the basement.  He carefully reached between their spread thighs
and checked that each cap could be unscrewed and then tightened them again. The
prisoner's position could not help to ease any feeling of bladder fullness that
they might be experiencing and the tightness of the knicker straps around waist
and crotch must be restrictive in itself.

He stood at their heads and ordered them to kneel upright savouring the look of
fear and apprehension on both their faces.

"In a few moments I am going to allow you both to relieve yourselves. When I
give the order you will instantly obey without any delay for modesty or any
other emotion that you may feel. If I consider it necessary to handle or probe
you in any way, you will accept that as well. You have already incurred a severe
punishment tonight and if you take my advice, you won't do anything to increase
your problems."

He was idly handling Mueller's breasts when the door at the top of the steps
opened and Mrs Parsons returned carrying a small dish. On the dish was what
appeared to be two small pieces of some vegetable on lengths of string. With a
whispered order to Stewart, Mrs Parsons put them down on the table. Stewart
ordered them on to all fours with their heads well down and unscrewed, not the
larger caps, but the smaller ones. He slid his fore-finger into the plastic tube
that protruded into Mueller's anus and found that it was only about two inches
in depth, just enough to keep her sphincter dilated. His fingertip then
contacted the warm moist, and judging from the girl's involuntary lurch,
sensitive interior. When Stewart withdrew, Mrs Parsons advanced and now held a
pair of steel tweezers in her hand. She used them to pick up one of the items on
the dish and slowly inserted it into and beyond the tube. The process was
repeated with Shultz. Clearly the objects were of a size that needed no
retention so the caps were left off with the strings dangling..

Mrs Parsons addressed the confused prisoners:

"I apologise for my lack of equipment but I think you will soon agree that the
ginger-root suppository that I have just introduced into your rectums will prove
an adequate encouragement to you to perform as Mr Stewart requests. The longer
you take in obeying his orders, the longer the "encouragers" will be allowed to
do their work.

He ordered them back to the previous position and stood where he could see their
faces. The look of curiosity soon gave way to one of discomfort and then
distress. Both of their buttocks commenced a rhythmic motion as they tried to
dislodge the source of their anguish. Stewart had read how "gingering-up" had
been used by stable boys in times gone by to pep up the horses ridden by the
aristocratic ladies. He knew that it guaranteed a nervous and frisky mount and
certainly one that would keep his tail held high. He could only imagine the
sting generated by the pieces of raw ginger, especially in such a sensitive
area.


He moved to their rears and slid his hand between the older prisoner's legs
ensuring that he contacted the tops of her latex shrouded thighs and unscrewed
the forward cap. He then introduced his forefinger and found that instead of the
simple opening he expected, the cap gave access to a hollow plastic tube about
four inches deep and one inch in diameter. He was unable to penetrate to the tip
but could feel many smooth holes around the inside of the device that would
enable fluid to enter it. Clearly it protruded into the vagina and must add to
the general discomfort of the knickers.

He ordered the beetroot red woman to squat over the bucket and then told her to
release her bladder. Even Mrs Parsons accepted later that she had tried. Her
plump face was screwed up in concentration but she could not overcome the
psychological hurdle of urinating in front of a male.

Dispassionately, Stewart replaced the cap and turned to the housekeeper:

"Refusal to obey a direct order. Do you suggest that we deal with it now or
arrange a later punishment Mrs Parsons/"

The housekeeper sighed with feigned exasperation.

"She deserves a good thrashing immediately but even the cane would loose some
effect through those knickers. We will add the offence to the others she has
committed and deal with her later."

The statement was, of course, music to Stewart's ears, but he simply muttered a
few words of agreement and, having ordered the younger female into position over
the bucket, unscrewed the cap and commanded her to release. The comments about
the impending thrashing did their job and following a few seconds with the girl
squatting with a rapt expression of effort on her angular face, a gentle trickle
was soon followed by a downpour from the screw hole in the knickers. The noise
as the pale liquid hit the pail rang around the echoing cellar.

Stewart was just tightening the cap when the other prisoner suddenly became
agitated and asked for the bucket. Sensing triumph Stewart pretended not to
understand and forced the female to repeat herself. He then slowly put the
sloshing bucket in place. Too slowly it would seem from the distraught girl's
expression. Before he could even reach for the screw cap it was obvious that the
latex pants were being filled with a copious amount of hot urine.

A furious Mrs Parsons marched in front of Mueller and slapped both sides of her
face, hard.

"If this is your idea obedience, it certainly isn't mine. You clearly need to be
taught a lesson in English discipline. Mr Stewart, would you please take these
prisoners upstairs, remove their punishment knickers, have them shower and then
bring them back here for punishment.

Stewart told the two distraught prisoners to climb the stairs. He deliberately
ensured that the older female went last with him immediately behind her, so that
he had an opportunity to watch the fluid surge around both thigh tops and up
around her buttocks as she climbed the steps. He took them towards what was
normally the changing room and toilets for the ladies attending the riding
school but stopped just outside the barn ordering them to stand at the present
on the hard concrete surface.

Automatic security lights shone down on them removing the anonymity of the dark
that they had been hoping for. It was a crisp cold night and they were soon
shivering. He decided that Shultz would be the first to be totally stripped and
went behind her to unstrap first the waistband, which uncovered the buckle on
the crotch strap. Even when he had tugged that free the panties remained in
place with the stitched strapping digging in to the soft flesh. The grips around
the thighs were certainly watertight, seemed to be elasticised and would
probably need to be pulled down. He gave her a brief command:

"Get those knickers off...NOW!"

The female struggled to free the waist band from where it had dug into the flesh
around her waist then gritted her teeth as she alternated between pulling the
thigh grips down her legs and then easing the tightness of the crotch strap. As
the thigh cinches moved down her legs the sweat trapped in the latex pants
dribbled free to add to her embarrassment. Eventually the girl stood with the
shining-wet knickers at her feet and stepped clear leaving both her latex pants
and lower body steaming in the cold night air.

Mueller was then unstrapped from her knickers and ordered to remove them. Almost
immediately the warm urine was released and she was obliged to force the leg
grips down over her wet thighs until she too stood, dripping, steaming and naked
in the night air.


He then ordered them to stand with legs wide and bent over to grasp their
ankles. Removing the anal plugs had left the short lengths of string hanging
free from their small puckered anuses. Without sympathy he slowly pulled the
strings out along with the lump of ginger knowing that the effects of the roots
would far outlive their presence. Even under the bright lights he was unable to
see their intimate areas fully, but he resisted the temptation to make them
display themselves fully knowing that there would be more opportunities later
for that type of discipline. Perhaps the prisoners felt that the worst was over
when, with hardly a glance at their lower bodies, he ordered them into the
showers telling them they had five minutes to wash themselves down. As they
revelled in the hot cleansing water and washed themselves down with the scented
soaps left by the well-heeled lady riders. Stewart deliberately ignored them and
waited outside amusing himself by hosing down the knickers with a hosepipe.

He was thinking up a suitable excuse for a more detailed examination of his
charges when he was startled by the sudden arrival of Mrs Parsons from behind.
She told him that she would take over for a while as she wanted to get the
females dressed to give him an opportunity at "unwrapping the parcels" as she
put it with a smile. Stewart therefore, ambled down into the cellar to await
their arrival.

He carefully moved around the room examining the equipment that had been laid
out. He only wished that he could take the Germans to one of the punishment
rooms at the Centre where there was a fuller range of apparatus to have them
mount and a larger range of implements to inflict the pain.  He wondered how the
heavier, older female would cope with having her crotch supported by the horse
device or how she would feel naked and vulnerable in the breast punishment frame
awaiting the application of the thin breast cane to her substantial front. With
the absence of restraints he speculated that the two would have to demonstrate
unbelievable fortitude when they were at last thrashed, if they were to remain
in place and not earn further strokes or swats.

He spent almost a full hour thinking, planning and hoping before the door opened
and Miss Parsons led the prisoners down the steep steps. Stewart was amazed at
the transformation that had taken place with the two scruffy, dishevelled and
smelly females that he had sent to the shower. They were now dressed in what
appeared to be their formally tailored parade uniform with scrubbed faces and
not a hair out of place. They were ordered to stand next to each other and in a
rigid attention position. Stewart ran his eyes over them and noted their
polished high-heeled shoes, dark  stockinged legs. Short and tight light blue
skirt with a matching jacket in the same lightweight material with four brass
buttons down the front. A white shirt and collar with a dark blue plain tie. On
their heads was a neat light blue pillbox style hat held in place with a thin
leather chinstrap. Stewart was surprised at how much slimmer the uniforms made
the females look, particularly around their middles. Their hips and rears
positively bulged out from the waist. The slim Schultz looked positively thin
and even the short and chubby Mueller seemed slimmer, at least around the waist.
Mrs Parsons addressed them in a in a quiet soft voice.

"You are now in your parade uniform and will now be inspected by Mr Stewart. You
will find that he expects an extremely high standard of dress and deportment. He
may also be interested in how your uniform differs from that worn by female
prisoners in British Correctional Centres. Following your previous behaviour and
conduct here he will most certainly wish to carry out a very thorough inspection
to ascertain that you have ensured a high standard of personal hygiene during
your shower and preparations. I believe in treating you prisoners with utmost
fairness and so I will give you both a brief demonstration of how any faults
will be dealt with. That way you will be well prepared and I hope, fully aware
of how seriously we will regard any infractions."

Mrs Parsons went to the table on which lay several canes. In full view of the
prisoners she carefully selected a thin springy rod, swished it in the air a few
times, assessed its flexibility by bending it almost double and then pointed
with it to Schultz.

"Bend over, legs together hands touching your toes." She ordered.

The young female exhaled as she bent over and clearly found the position
uncomfortable. The uniform hat, obviously designed to remain on under any
conditions, remained clamped to her head with the long fair plat hanging down. 
Her rear appeared to stretch and tighten the thin skirt material to the maximum
with the hem forced half way up her stockinged thighs giving the impression of
two slim firm buttocks tightly packed. There was no evidence of any panties that
might offer some protection. Stewart felt that any insulation afforded by the
lightweight skirt material would be more than offset by the tightness of the
buttocks that it provided.

Mrs Parsons moved into position, drew the cane over her shoulder and lashed down
with the first stroke. It impacted across the centre of the proffered area with
a loud "twhick" sound. The victim made neither a movement nor a sound.  Three
more times the cane was raised and three more times it was brought swishing down
to the blue clad target. Mrs Parsons did nothing to spread the strokes using a
slight wrinkle in the material from the first stroke as an aiming point. The
only reaction from the girl was a slight shuffle of her high-heeled feet as she
felt the pain from the last stroke.

When she was ordered to stand her face was flushed but Stewart determined that
this was more from her position than reaction to the cane. The older woman was
soon in position awaiting her "demonstration". She seemed to find the position
even more difficult to hold and her buttocks seemed even more tightly packed
with the skirt riding a little higher. They certainly looked at least twice the
size of the other prisoner and with a wink at Stewart, Mrs Parsons laid down the
cane and selected a similar but longer one to allow for the increased area.

There was no increase in the number of strokes nor was there any more effort put
into the application. Each hissed down across the same line but this time
Stewart could see that it sank a little deeper into the firmly encased buttocks.
It will be interesting to compare the results later he mused to himself. This
time there was no more reaction from the doubled over prisoner than if Mrs
Parsons had lightly patted the seat with her hands. The training she had
received in Germany had obviously produced a very stoic female he thought. Mrs
Parsons replaced the cane and, with a flick of her head in the direction of the
two prisoners, indicated that it was now time for Stewart to put them through
their paces.

His plan was to steadily increase the level of humiliation that they were
subjected to until either they rebelled and had to be beaten back into line or
they submitted and allowed him any access or liberty without a murmur. Being
made to remove clothing in his very close presence was naturally to be a
favourite weapon in his armoury. He selected a very thin springy riding crop
from the table and tucked it under his left arm.

He started by standing in front of them, one at a time and carried out a
military type inspection. His eyes bored into the younger girl's, as she stared
straight-ahead not daring to even blink. He then carefully examined her from
head to toe. The skin on her face was beautifully clear and free of blemishes.
He pressed the tasselled tip of the crop under her nose to raise the angle of
her face slightly and kept it there with the tassel partially in her nostril
whilst he looked at her slim neck, white collar and tie. Moving down to the well
fitting jacket he gripped the top button below her tie and gave it a sharp tug
to see how tight the jacket was. It was tailored perfectly and even an increase
of a few pounds on the girl's frame would be noticed.

"Do they monitor your body weight it the Centre?" he asked.
Moving only her lips Schultz replied:

"Yes Sir. We are only allowed to increase our weight by half a kilo before we
are placed on a restrictive diet with an extra period of forced PT every day."

His eyes moved down taking in the gentle swell of her breasts and the slightly
protruding stomach that would have gone unnoticed were it not for the thin
material of her skirt. Finally, with a glance at her dark stockings and shiny
shoes he transferred his attention to her fellow prisoner.

Shorter and altogether heavier, Mueller's complexion was far coarser and would
have benefited more from an application of makeup. With the tight waist her
breasts were made to look even larger than when he saw her stripped. He held the
crop horizontally under the overhand and lifted them slightly.

"How is it that you have not slimmed down like your friend here?" he enquired.

"Sir, once we have been at the centre for a month we are required to maintain
the weight for which our uniforms were tailored. If I loose any weight I have to
eat a large bowl of scraps left over from the wardresses table after every meal
until the weight is regained."

Stewart pondered on how the wardresses could make their left-overs particularly
unpalatable for their charges and shuddered at the thought of having to eat
morsels that had been chewed then put back on the plate as too tough. Perhaps
they would stir in large dollops of hot mustard or sickly salad dressing.
Whatever. Then he released the pressure on the crop and continued his
inspection. Once again he found himself surprised at the narrowness of her waist
and noted the pronounced swelling of her skirted stomach under the lower part of
the jacket. The dark stockings did not obscure the fact that her legs were
thicker that Schultz's even though the shoes were more or less the same size. He
moved to their rear.

Time for some errors to be picked up thought Stewart to himself. With a flick of
his fingers he brushed an imaginary piece of fluff from Shultz's shoulder.

"Dirty uniform on parade if you please Mrs Parsons"

"Offence noted, Mr Stewart." Came the swift reply.

He transferred his attention to Mueller and pressed the tip of the crop against
the outside of her right leg then moved it upwards lifting the tight skirt half
way up her thigh. He repeated the action on her other leg and found what he had
been hoping for, a small blemish in the nylon material where it had been
snagged.

"Torn stockings on parade Mrs Parsons!" he snapped and another note was made.

Not a bad start Stewart thought to himself. Already they must be as nervous as
hell and they haven't had to remove anything yet. Slowly he moved back to their
fronts and gave the next order.

"Remove your jackets."

The two tailored tops were soon in the hands of Mrs Parsons and they were back
to the rigid attention position. Stewart decided to emphasise where his eyes
were looking by tracing their movements across the girl's bodies with the tip of
the crop. It was one thing to realise that you had to remain perfectly still
whilst a male looked at the swell of your breasts,  but quiet another thing to
have the tasselled tip of the crop traced the outline of both brassieres then
firmly irritate both nipples until they swelled and firmed. They had already
anticipated what Stewart's next order would be but when it came it still struck
to their very souls.

"I will now inspect your brassieres-remove your ties and shirts."

The moment had come when they would have to expose themselves to this male. They
both glanced quickly at Mrs Parsons hoping for some sisterly support but were
received with a stern stare of expectation. Almost in perfect co-ordination they
removed their ties, unbuttoned their shirts, pulled them free from the waistband
and put them in Stewart's outstretched hands. He placed the ties on a table then
proceeded to check all over the shirts for any marks. There were none but he
soon pointed out to Mrs Parsons how the underarm of both garments were wet with
sweat. He ordered them both to the present position and casually dragged his
fingertips, first around Shultz's armpits, then, having sniffed them loudly
around the more stubbled and wider armpits of the other prisoner. He questioned
Mueller:

"Good grief, don't you German prisoners put on any anti-perspirants?"

Her face flushed with embarrassment, Mueller stammered a reply:

"No Sir, they are not permitted for the prisoners, only for the guards. We are
expected to maintain our cleanliness without them which is why the wardress in
charge of our group makes us shave our bodies."

Stewart muttered his disbelief and questioned to himself what he would find
later in the inspection. This remark was not intended to go unnoticed and did
not go unnoticed from the sudden stiffening of both prisoners as they
contemplated just how far this Englishman would take such an inspection. Now the
fun bit starts he thought within his head.

The briefest glance at the Germans revealed the secret of their suddenly
narrower waists. They were both wearing a stiffly boned and very securely
tightened bustier type garment around their waists and extending up to
underneath their bras. It was in white to match their bra and was obviously
responsible for their narrow waists, bulging hips and stomachs not to mention
their discomfort when required to bend over. It was difficult to see any purpose
in it's wearing other than to cause the wearer discomfort and inconvenience but
it certainly made the uniforms look better tailored.
As to their bras, they were both of a flimsy construction three-quarter cup
style looking remarkably feminine for a prisoner's uniform. Tucking the crop
under his arm, Stewart started with Schultz and ran his fingers around the cups
and the swelling nipples, then over bare part of the breast where it bulged over
the top. The small breasts felt firm to the touch with the sizeable nipples out
of proportion to the size of the rest of the mammary. The thin shoulder straps
of the bra dug into the reddened and tender marks made by the latex bra, yet
more evidence of how uncomfortable the "exercise" underwear had been for them
both.

He then approached Mueller who stiffened and drew in her breath at the coming
assault remembering how painful Stewart had made it last time. At first he
resisted the temptation to make contact and simply looked her over. The swelling
breasts above the bra-line displayed thin blue lines of the earlier punishment
that had sensitised them to his grip. Instead of touching her in the slightest
he simply stood back and in almost a whisper gave her a simple order:

"Remove your brassiere".

This was not what Mueller had expected or prepared herself for and she hesitated
with what was becoming a routine glance at Mrs Parsons with her eyes pleading
for help. Mrs Parsons's response was chillingly unsupportive.

" You heard the order girl, I will give you five seconds to obey Mr Stewart. If
your breasts are not exposed for inspection at the end of that time, you will
have qualified yourself for another breast punishment."

Almost to Stewart's disappointment the breasts were bare just within the time
span and the bra was lying on the floor. Interestingly it was of the "front
loader" Continental style with the fastening between the cups. The bustier was
fastened at the front with criss-cross tapes and he could now see that it had a
support ledge running under the breasts that did support them slightly although
they were then left to hang down in Mueller's case. He grasped the nipples
between his thumb and finger-joint and lifted. By twisting and turning he could
examine the whole surface of both breasts. The German Wardress had certainly not
slacked when she laid on the thin breast cane. The four strokes across the top,
the four across the soft white undersides and the four across the aerolea were
all visible. Even though the nipple areas were not bruised the cane had
certainly left them supremely sensitive to the lightest touch, let alone the
savage gripping that Stewart employed. He turned to Schultz and ordered her to
strip off her bra.

There was not a second's hesitation. He had broken the sisterly bond where one
female would be reluctant to appear too co-operative in front of this man.
Schultz was obviously going to obey any order to protect her own
skin...literally. Within seconds she had unclipped the front of the garment and
it lay on the floor with her small pert breasts thrust forward in the present
position. The inspection was cursory, Stewart knew that the work would have to
be put in on the older girl to break her spirit rather that Schultz who gave
every sign of submission. He stood back where he could observe them both and
gave the next order:

"Remove skirts and hand them to Mrs Parsons."

Mueller's usual reluctance was overshadowed by the speed of her fellow prisoner
who had the skirt in the housekeeper's hands as rapidly as she could. Even so,
there was no real refusal from the female and she too soon stood in her bustier,
stockings, suspender belt, shoes and small thong panties. Stewart approached
Schultz, gently cupped her pudenda with his fingertips and questioned her.

"These little panties must be far more comfortable than the rubber ones you wore
earlier?"

"Yes, Sir, although we are required to wear these "tight" so they can be a
little uncomfortable where they fit into our...er... intimate parts...especially
when we have to exercise."

Stewart moved to their rear. Once again the sore areas created by the panty
straps were visible around both waists, from below the navel to the buttock
crease and around the tops of the thighs. Both buttocks were bare but on closer
examination of Mueller's ample backside a thin strip about a quarter of an inch
wide connected the front to the rear waistband, most of it lost in the anal
cleft. The marks of the earlier caning stood out as one uneven mark parallel
with the floor and there were many more fading marks from a previous discipline.
Stewart realised that it would take some effort on the part of Mrs Parsons and
himself to get through to this female. He gripped the slight weal on each side
between his fingers and thumb and squeezed firmly until the female winced with
the pain. He then released her and moved behind Schultz.

The recent mark looked more pronounced on the smaller, slimmer buttocks and
again there was the usual fading bruising from previous punishments. Once more
Stewart realised that it would be harder to impress discipline on this female
than many of the ones he had met in his own Correctional Centre.

"Time for us to get a little better acquainted" he remarked with a smile. "You
will now both remove your panties, hand them to me and then re-assume the
present position with your feet.... Naturally... wide apart."

Stewart had always considered that removing panties was a manoeuvre that was
almost impossible to execute with any degree of feminine grace. Add a pair of
large naked breasts, two witnesses and a requirement for speed to the equation
and this was bound to cause Mueller some problems. Sure enough it took several
seconds of bending with her breasts flopping about, a little stumbling as she
brought her feet together then wide apart and finally, a deep blush to her face
and shoulders before she stood with the garment held in front of her in her
right hand.

"Come along girl, I want to give these panties of yours a proper inspection,
stretch them between both hands so that they hang properly and I can see the
crotch."

Both prisoners stood as he had directed. First he held the flimsy material of
Mueller's panties in his fingertips looking at the inside. He hid his
disappointment at their pristine condition and moved on to Schultz. Again,
thanks to her recent shower, they were unsoiled.

"The time has clearly come when I need to carry out a very detailed examination
of these two prisoners Mrs Parsons. Perhaps this would be an opportune time to
administer the punishments that they have earned so far this evening. That might
well assist these females into being a little more co-operative with their
examinations as they both seem far too absorbed by their own modesty at
present."

Mrs Parsons then addressed the increasingly nervous females:

"I have discussed both of your cases with the duty Wardress in Frankfurt who has
assured me of her total support. I had hoped that a relatively light punishment
might suffice but having heard how frequently you have both been beaten in the
past we will clearly have to be more severe if we ever hope to improve your
level of obedience. We will therefore be restricting your punishment to the
cane, which we intend that you will find most painful. Unfortunately we have no
method of securing you during punishment so you will both be expected to
exercise self-control and limit your movements. Mr Stewart will apply the
required number of strokes and I will apply any additional ones that you earn by
not remaining in position. That way I will be concentrate all my energies on
ensuring that they will really be crisp ones."

In front of their victims, Stewart and Mrs Parsons then proceeded to select a
suitable cane for each female by comparing their lengths, flexibility length and
weight. Eventually two were chosen with the one selected for Schultz being a
little lighter and a shade shorter. Neither cane could however be described as
lightweight as both were as they should be, a means of inflicting considerable
pain. Mrs Parsons then pronounced sentence."

"You will both receive fifteen strokes across your buttocks."

Stewart nervously flexed the cane that had been selected for the younger girl
between his hands; desperately trying to remember the advice on caning he had
overheard in conversations between wardresses. He knew that his job was to hurt
as much as possible but without causing permanent damage or breaking the skin.
His previous experience had been limited to hand spanking and occasionally
slippering a complaint girl friend that he once had. This was different. This
was an authorised judicial thrashing. Remembering the chilling effect it had on
him when the wardress stripped to the waist, he slowly removed his shirt to
emphasise the effort he was about to impart to his duty. He used the time spent
adjusting his trousers to adjust his now hard penis into a more comfortable
angle.

Mrs Parsons positioned Schultz for her punishment. She had her stand at the end
of a heavy oak table, spread her legs until her toes touched the feet. Then,
because of her height, she placed a thick cushion under her stomach and had her
lay over the surface of the table gripping the edge with her arms at forty-five
degrees above her head. Her head was turned so that she would have to watch
Stewart during the event. She was at least to be made comfortable whilst being
made to feel very uncomfortable elsewhere on her body!

Following a few whispered words of advice from Mrs Parsons that emphasised they
girl's experience with receiving thrashings across her backside, as evidenced by
the relatively light marks that the previous strokes had caused, the time had
come.

" I will now inflict fifteen strokes of the cane across your buttocks. You will
remain in position until I tell you that you may move. Is that understood?"
Intoned Stewart.

A barely audible reply of "Yes Sir" came from the now shaking female.

Taking up a position to her left, he raised the cane and brought it swishing
down to impact across the centre of her buttocks with a viciousness that
surprised him. It certainly surprised the prisoner. For a second she appeared to
feel nothing, then as the weal started to form her body shuddered on the cushion
and a gasp was heard. Slowly he proceeded to cover the area from the top where
the top of the anal cleft to the slight overhand at the top of her thighs. He
made each one count and assessed his result on the gasps, moans and almost
indecent thrusting of the girl's stomach over the padding.
Certainly the lower strokes that dug into the soft flesh at the tops of the
thighs seemed the most effective. After the second lash into that area, number
twelve, she released her grip on the table and half stood to reach behind to
furiously massage the site of the blow. Strangely, Mrs Parsons said nothing
until several seconds had elapsed and then made but a brief comment.

"I do hope that you have found that movement helpful girl. It has just cost you
an extra four strokes for disobedience and I will double that if you do not
resume your position NOW!"

The girl panicked and literally threw herself back into position across the hard
surface. Stewart had found her weakness and must now exploit it. He leant over
the table until his face was inches from hers. Her eyes were wide and her lips
pulled back. Tears were forming and starting to drip on the table. The uniform
hat remained in position and the long plat snaked above her head.

"Guess where I am going to lay on the last three." He smiled.

He took his time. He used the tip of the cane to ensure that she was perfectly
positioned jabbing the inside of her calves to spread her feet just a little
further, taking in her exposed and shaved crotch with her all too exposed vulva.
He then gently pressed her back fully down on the table with the length of the
cane before taking up his position and bringing the thirteenth stroke sizzling
down to the joint between the buttocks and thighs.

He cursed silently to himself. The stroke obviously hurt her but landed across
the tops of her spread thighs rather than the soft spot he had aimed for. He
tried again and this time there was no doubt. The girl screamed briefly, bucked
at the cushion and almost repeated her earlier disobedience. Somehow she held on
leaving him but one stroke left.

This time he took his time, gently tapped his aiming point with the cane tip,
raised his arm high and brought the instrument of correction downwards, dead on
target.

Schultz gasped as if the air had been beaten out of her and then bucked and
reared on the table. Somehow her training took over and her hands remained
gripping the table edge although her feet were alternately lifting off the floor
in an attempt to reduce the agony in her thighs. Somehow she found it in herself
to remain in position even though she was sobbing with the pain. Stewart said
nothing, allowing the waves of pain to sweep over her without the comfort of
being allowed to rub the wealed and throbbing area. He made a mental note to
find some other way in which he could break her resolve and looked towards Mrs
Parsons.

"Four extras I believe." She muttered as she advanced on the girl taking the now
warm cane from Stewart. "I think I will give them across your delightfully long
legs, place your feet together."


The new position certainly displayed the young girl's thighs to their best
advantage. It seemed as if most of her height was in the trim long legs. From
the arched position of the high heels the gently swelling calves reached up to
the soft identations of the backs of the knees, then into the flaring muscles of
the thighs and finally to the reddened flesh of the buttocks. Because of the
girls height, her stomach partly restrained by the bustier was now well above
the table and just her small breasts and face made contact to stabilise her.
Once her hands were gripping the edge again, Mrs Parsons held the cane out at
thigh height and brought it skilfully in a semi-circle parallel with the floor
until it lashed into the white upright targets just above the tops of the dark
stockings and across the marks left by the latex knickers.. Schultz gave the now
familiar gasp,  but held her position.

"We don't want the girl limping for days Mr Stewart, so I will spread the rest
over the lower thighs. Would you be so kind as to lower the prisoners stockings
to give me a clear target?"

Stewart immediately kneeled down behind the female and with as much contact as
possible with her skin, reached around each thigh to unclasp the suspender clips
then roll the stockings down to her knees. With his face only inches from her
striped rear he could feel the heat being given off and smell the scent of the
girl's fear. Almost reluctantly he stood and moved clear.

All three strokes were delivered with venom and all contacted the sensitive
thigh-flesh with a force that soon raised four crisp parallel weals about an
inch apart. Both Mrs Parsons and Stewart were surprised with the girl's stoicism
as she managed to remain essentially in position. Certainly her feet doubled up
one at a time, to almost touch her thighs after every stroke but they were
certainly back firmly on the floor a second later.  "Extras" completed she was
allowed to move away from the table and rub her weals. Everyone in the room,
including Schultz realised that she had not been broken but that further
punishments might well follow that would achieve that aim.

Without waiting to be told Mueller took up her position across the table with an
almost defiant expression on her face. Stewart exchanged glances with Mrs
Parsons as they both realised that this was to be more of a challenge. Mueller
was deliberately sending the signal that she was well used to severe punishments
and her thick hide and strong will would not even be bent by the actions of a
mere male. Stewart ran his fingers over the proffered nates. The skin was
slightly rough to the touch and felt firmer and thicker than the norm. Clearly
several months in the strict German regime had hardened this prisoner both
physically and mentally.

Without comment Stewart replaced the cane that had been selected and then chose
a slightly thicker and meatier rod. A practice swish in the air demonstrated
that what it lacked in flexibility, it made up for in weight. If this female
wanted to challenge him, he would do his best to meet it. He realised that this
would require a more brutal application than Schultz received and that Mueller's
buttocks could, and would take a heavier stroke without damage. He stood to her
rear, planted his feet wide apart, raised the cane over his shoulder and brought
it whirring down to strike just above the tops of the heavy thighs.

It landed with a different sound, "thwuk",  to the one heard when the younger
girl was under the cane and it dug a little deeper into the more mature flesh.
Despite the energy Stewart imparted to the implement their was no sound and
scarcely a movement from the prisoner. He then started at the top of the
buttocks and moved, stroke by stroke back to the starting point. Such was the
condition of the skin that the weals were no more than red lines. It was stroke
eight before he really started to cause Mueller some discomfort and she started
to utter short grunts through her clenched teeth. Even so, Stewart was forced to
the opinion that she regarded the caning as merely routine. He continued and was
surprised to find himself sweating with the effort.

By stroke number twelve he was back in the area of the sulcus and determined to
get some reaction. He took time to stand behind the female and scrape the tip of
the cane up each spread inner thigh until it touched her shaved crotch. This
seemed to be more effective than the strokes in that it made her desperately
aware of just how blatantly she was exposed to his gaze. He then dragged the tip
down between her buttock cheeks taking care to prod the exposed anus en route to
the perineum. Finally, he dragged the tip up over the split in the vulva where
her inner lips were unusually prominent and for the first time achieved a
reaction. She stood on tiptoe in an attempt to avoid the intrusive tip and
shuddered with embarrassment. Stewart then realised that what would break this
obstinate fraulein wouldn't be a mere thrashing, but it could be a degree of
humiliation. This revelation made him anxious to complete the punishment and
proceed to a more productive procedure.

He laid the final strokes on hard and rapid. All struck into the soft lower part
of the buttocks and all on the same spot raising a thick weal at last. All the
reaction Stewart could see was an audible grunt and a little humping of the
cushion. It was time to move on to stage two he thought. He soon had both
females back at attention in front of him.

" You have just received a little reminder of my authority. Please do not think
that this will be the last such reminder that you will receive this evening.
Should your behaviour and obedience show the improvement that Mrs Parsons and I
are looking for....you may have a less painful time. If, however either of you
display any further lack of respect for our wishes, you may expect to find
yourself over that table for a further thrashing. "

He walked over to the table, pulled two latex medical gloves out of a box and
walked back to a position in front of them. Slowly he pulled the gloves over
each hand aware that both prisoners were staring  at them with total horror.

" I mentioned earlier the importance that we place on bodily hygiene.
Unfortunately we seem to be unique in this respect and find, all too often, that
the female prisoners that we have to work here do not come up to our standards.
I have to say that bearing in mind the state you were both in earlier I
anticipate the worst. However, much as I find it unpleasant, I will now have to
give you both a very thorough, intimate and uncomfortable examination. I
understand from Mrs Parsons that you are both well versed in other females
examining you and feel somewhat reluctant that you will now have to undergo an
examination by a male. I have no sympathy whatsoever. You are prisoners and will
accept whatever I do or require. Is that clear?"

They both stood, heads hanging down muttering their agreement.

"I will start with....Schultz!  You, girl will remove your hat, bustier,
suspender belt, stockings and shoes!"

This was it; the girl slowly removed the final vestiges of her female modesty
and stood, totally naked in front of Stewart. Her tall slim body trembling
slightly in anticipation of what he would do to her and knowing that she had
neither the right nor the courage to object.

"I want you up on the table on all fours, knees and elbows with your head well
down and backside thrust well up."

With the girl in position he quickly made the changes he needed by ensuring her
lower back was suitably dipped, knees widely apart and elbows wide enough to
ensure that her breasts were not obscured. Now for the clever bit he thought.
Having pulled another table round to a position in line with the one that
supported Schultz, he ordered Mueller to strip and mount it in an identical
position. He would then be able to do anything to the younger girl in front of
her, leaving her in no doubt as to what she was in for.

When she was in position Mueller presented an altogether different picture to
her younger friend. Her body was thicker and heavier and Stewart guessed that
but for the stringent shaving, would have been far more hirsute, particularly
around the crotch and armpits. The large breasts seemed to be poured in two
heaps under her so he reached out and roughly pulled each one to the side so
that the nipple areas were exposed. Then, with a final flick to the elastic
wrists on the gloves, he was ready.

To be continued.

Chapter 42,

Stewart realised that by carrying out a procedure on Schultz first, the
anticipation that Mueller experienced would add considerably to her experience.
He was pretty much convinced that the younger girl had already decided to
co-operate with anything that Mrs Parsons or he required and so it was the elder
female that would need their best efforts to break. A nod in the direction of
the housekeeper was all that was needed: She selected a cane from the table and
placed the tip under Mueller's chin then lifted it uncomfortably so that
Schultz's prominent rear was in direct line with her eyes.

He took a small dispenser of body cream in his left hand and liberally applied
it to the gloved fingers of his right. Placing the small spout of the bottle on
the tip of the females pink, puckered anus he squirted a globule of cream into
the concave surface. Whether it was the cold of the cream or just the
realisation that the secret orifice was to be penetrated was impossible to guess
but the girl's buttocks lurched forward a few inches in protest. A sharp word
from Mrs Parsons soon had her backside in the upthrust position.

Slowly Stewart rubbed his index fingertip around the now twitching rim and then
located the centre. He suddenly jabbed the tip down and Shultz gasped as the
digit penetrated the tight orifice that then clamped tightly around his joint in
silent protest. He then slowly pushed the finger in against the restriction of
her sphincter that gripped his finger with unbelievable strength. Eventually his
had entered her warm rectum up to the knuckle and he proceeded to search the
tight cavity with his fingertip as if searching for some object. Twisting his
finger around he pressed firmly against the walls of the rectum causing the
prisoner to gasp and twitch with both the discomfort and obvious humiliation. He
then slowly pulled the finger out until the anus closed behind it. A brief
glance at the next victim revealed the look of distaste and fear on her face as
she wondered how long it would be before she underwent the same invasion by this
male.

Wordlessly Stewart moved to the rear of Mueller and Mrs Parsons withdrew the
cane tip from under her chin. It was to be now.

Stewart wasted no time with further lubrication and relied on the cream already
on the glove. This anus was altogether different. It was almost twice the
diameter and dark brown in colour with copious shaved stubble around it's outer
edges. He pressed the fingertip against the centre.

"Have you been penetrated here before girl?" he enquired.

"Y-yes Sir, we are sometimes searched for drugs by one of the wardresses and
they have a device that can be inserted to search our cavities."

"But this will be the first time that you have been penetrated by a male finger
I presume?"

The confirming reply from Mueller was almost inaudible and swallowed by a deep
sob of humiliation.

Another brief glance at Mrs Parsons resulted in her standing on the other side
of the prisoner under examination. She reached over, and placing both sets of
fingers in the anal cleft, pulled the plump cheeks even wider apart. This was
unnecessary but could only add to the felling of shame that the girls so
obviously felt. With the anus now stretched to an oval shape, Stewart suddenly
jabbed the finger home to the first knuckle. The reaction from the sphincter was
even more pronounced and his finger felt as if it was gripped by a vice.

" I will warn you just this once to relax your anus girl, otherwise I will
arrange for Mrs Parsons to apply another piece of ginger to loosen you up!"

Reluctantly the pressure eased and he was able to insert the finger by twisting
it about its axis as he pressed it firmly home. It would have been simpler to
apply more lubricant but he had no intention of making this examination in any
way easy for the female. He then slowly withdrew, but then repeated the invasion
with two fingers finding that he was unable to gain entry as he wished until he
reluctantly applied copious lubrication to both the fingers and the slightly
open orifice. Now the two digits slipped easily in to the deeper recesses with a
slurping sound that reverberated around the cellar. He twisted and pressed,
ignoring the gasps and whimpers that emanated from the opposite end of the
prisoner, until he had probed the rectum as far as he was able. He withdrew with
a loud plop and casually pulled the gloves off discarding them in a small bin.

"I will now examine other areas. You will lay on your backs with your buttocks
on the edge of the table. Your knees will be drawn up to your chests and kept
wide, I repeat, wide apart. You may support your legs with your hands. Miss
Parsons will then place a cushion under each of your backsides to ensure that
you are fully exposed to me.

Within seconds both prisoners were in the required position that obliged them to
flaunt their feminine genitalia before his gaze. Mrs Parsons adjusted the
overhead lights to focus on the vulvas whilst he donned a clean pair of latex
gloves and moved to Schultz's head.

Without comment he gripped her jaw and pulled the mouth fully open. She stifled
her surprise as he ran the fingers of his right hand around her teeth pulling
her cheeks wide. Her near perfect white teeth were examined as if he were a
dentist carrying out a routine mouth check but there was nothing in her
expression that indicated any awareness of why he was checking her mouth.
Gripping the pink tongue with the thumb and fingers of his left hand he gently
slid two fingers of his other gloved hand down over the upper surface of the
tongue towards the back of the throat, reaching back as far as he could to check
the gag reflex. Before his fingers had reached the half way point the girl was
coughing and then started to gag.

Without comment he released her and ignoring the pert breasts, stood between her
splayed thighs visually examining her crotch. The results of the chafing, latex
panties was still obvious and contrasted against the white of the younger girl's
skin.  The lubrication around the anus shone brightly in the lights, and as his
eyes moved upwards he observed how the vulval split remained tightly shut
despite the angle of her thighs. Only a small bud protruded near the top. Gently
he stroked the small protrusion with a fingertip causing the girl to twitch her
thighs in protest.

"Keep still!" snapped Mrs Parsons.

It took a full two minutes of gentle rubbing before the nub started to swell and
ease the outer lips apart. At this point Stewart stopped and firmly eased his
finger into the now moist entrance. He quickly followed the single digit with
another as he thrust deeper into the now trembling girl's vagina feeling the
warmth of her inner body through the latex of the glove. Mrs Parsons walked over
and stood on the opposite side of the table. She too had donned gloves and also
held two clamp devices in her hands. She quickly opened one of the plastic
bulldog clip objects, located it against the outer vaginal lip nearest her, let
it close over the edge of the lip and then repeated the protest with the other
clip. Suddenly she snatched the two clips wide apart instantly splaying the
girl's vagina. Her knees, supported by her hands instinctively started to close
to offer herself some protection from Stewart's gaze but then, as quickly as
they had started to close her training took over, and obediently, they resumed
their correct position.

The soft pink of her inner lips and secret cavity contrasted with the pale
whiteness of the outer skin. The girl, though able to control her bodily
position could not cover her deep humiliation and sobbed quietly to herself as
Stewart removed his fingers and rubbed them firmly over the exposed inner flesh
for several minutes. He pressed firmly against the small round opening to the
urethra causing the prisoner to gasp in a protective reaction. Then he
penetrated the major opening once more with his two gloved fingers commenting to
Mrs Parsons on the surprising amount of natural lubrication that the female was
providing and, to her total humiliation, speculating on whether she was deriving
any illicit sexual pleasure from the examination.

Eventually, the prodding and poking was over and Stewart and Mrs Parsons moved
to the table that contained the older prisoner. Pointedly not changing the
gloves, Stewart grasped Mueller's chin with his left hand and was soon crudely
and roughly examining the contents of the mouth with his rather slimy fingers of
his right hand. Perhaps it was her previous lesbian experiences, perhaps it was
her fear of punishment or perhaps it was simply her inbred sheer obstinacy and
determination not to show any reaction that made her accept the intrusion
without any attempt to resist. Even the fingers pushed down over the tongue and
into the rear of her throat only invoked a gurgle as she adjusted to their
presence.

Promising, promising, thought Stewart to himself.

He moved down to the lower area, stood between the splayed thighs and closely
examined his subject. The coarser skin displayed more dark stubble, as it had
clearly been a couple of days since she was last able to shave herself. The red
marks of caused by the latex pants gave the area a generally sore and sensitive
look and the twin lips of the vulva gaped rather obscenely as the thighs were
held wide apart. Stewart realised that some females displayed some of their
genitalia on the outside of their outer lips but, in this position, Mueller
simply retained no secrets from him. The large wrinkled hood of her clitoris
protruded well clear of her body and the hidden nub was defying that particular
definition as it was already partly exposed. Her heavy frond like inner lips
were well clear of the vulva and well parted fully exposing all the wrinkled
intricacies of their construction. Even the vaginal opening was as exposed as if
he had just removed a probing instrument from its depths and could be seen to be
drying in the gentle breeze that wafted between the thighs every time he moved.

Without any warning he placed his fingertip behind his thumb and flicked the
swollen clitoral hood with his nail. Mueller suddenly yelped loudly and her
knees slammed together almost trapping Stewart's hand. At last she had shown
some reaction to his efforts, but alas for the prisoner, so did Mrs Parsons. She
stormed over to the equipment table, collected a long thin dressage whip and
leant over the now shaking female.

"Since you seem to be intent on disobeying the instructions to display yourself
to Mr Stewart, I will have to offer you some encouragement girl!"

She swiftly arranged two stools and placed them wide apart below the level of
the table. With Mueller's feet on either one they left her thighs widely spread
with her knees level with her pelvis.

" You will receive six lashes with this riding whip across each of your inner
thighs. Should you dare to try to close your legs I will start again until I
have been able to give you twelve consecutive and unobstructed strokes. Is that
clear?"

Stewart realised that for the first time, Mueller was really frightened. Twelve
lashes on the soft inner thighs would be a trial for even a hardened prisoner
like herself but take them she would, or face even more punishment. Mrs Parsons
flexed the four-foot whalebone rod with its fine leather platted shaft. It was
extremely flexible and ended in a six-inch tassel of knotted cord. Designed to
correct the errors of a horse under tuition it was certain to make an impression
on the skin of a female, in every sense of the word.

The cellar seemed even more silent as Mrs Parsons stood to the prisoner's right,
ordered her to position her right leg with the knee doubled back and pressing
into her right breast, leaving the right thigh terrifyingly clear for the whip.
Stewart had just had time to observe how this strained position distorted the
girl's crotch and vulva even more than before when, with a sharp short whistle,
the tip of the whip was brought vertically down just above the knee. The first
six inches of the whip lashed into the relatively firm muscle of the lower thigh
letting the tasselled cord whip across the top of the leg. The next stroke
followed without delay and landed just two inches further up the leg.

Ignoring the sounds that Mueller was making through her clenched teeth, Mrs
Parsons continue. As the strokes moved upward towards her crotch, it was
apparent that the sensitivity of the thigh increased and that a greater level of
self-control had to be exercised by the female under punishment. The final
stroke could only have missed the protruding genitalia by a millimetre as it
indented the very softest part of the thigh at the top of the leg.

Mrs Parsons rapidly moved to the other side and ordered the left leg to be
raised clear. The skin had tightened around the rapidly forming wheals on what
was clearly a new area for punishment in the girl's experience. Somehow she
overcame the tightness and associated pain and positioned herself for the
assault on her other thigh. Stewart could only guess at the inner turmoil that
the prisoner was undergoing as she subdued her pride and simply obeyed to avoid
even more pain.

The housekeeper dealt with the right thigh in a few brief seconds, without
however showing any more mercy than she had for the left. She clearly sensed
that even Mueller had limits and that speed in infliction was necessary and
fair.  As soon as the last stroke lashed home she helped lower the raised leg so
that both, now shaking and twitching limbs were back with the feet on the
stools. By moving the stools closer to the examination table the girl's thighs
were raised and once again she was in the inspection position that would hold no
secrets from Stewart. Another stool was fetched and placed between the punished
limbs and following a nod from Mrs Parsons, Stewart took his seat.

He found that his bare shoulders fitted neatly between the still twitching limbs
with the obscenely exposed genitalia laid out in front of him. The scent of a
frightened female was strong as he inhaled and his breathing out could obviously
be felt on the exposed and sensitive flesh.  Almost gently, he ran the backs of
his fingers up and down the thrusting inner lips feeling them quiver as they
were gently rubbed by the hand. He then firmly gripped the clitoral hood with
the left fingers and with the tip of his right forefinger, started to rub around
the visibly protruding centre.

"Pplease Sir", came the contrite voice from the table. "Please don't touch me
there."

Stewart reacted by bringing the flat of his right gloved hand down hard on the
exposed crotch, feeling the protrusions flatten under the slap. He gave the
crotch several hard slaps before continuing. To the red chafing caused by the
punishment panties her whole pudenda now assumed a pinkish glow that Stewart was
perfectly prepared to turn bright red if need be with a further pussy spanking.

It wasn't.

The girl now lay in silence as his firm pressure caused the nub to swell and
extend beyond its protective foreskin. A short gasp and a flexing of the thighs
indicated that he should stop if Mrs Parson's rule of minimising sexual pleasure
for the prisoners was to be observed.  The scent of arousal now mixed with that
of fear as he easily slipped three fingers into her cavity and proceeded to
examine the inner walls with his fingertips finally reaching upwards with his
index finger searching and finding her G spot.

A low moan of utter humiliation came from the girl who now fully appreciated
that she was Stewart's, to do with as he wished. Even his careful stimulation of
the spot resulted in increased embarrassment rather than pleasure as she fought
the sensations caused by nature.

Suddenly, Stewart snatched his hand free and stood up explaining that he had no
intention of continuing with the examination if the prisoner found it too
pleasant.

Mrs Parsons agreed and said that it was perhaps time for Stewart to gain some
reward for his efforts. She called the females back to the attention position in
front of their tormentors and made an announcement.

"Your behaviour and obedience this evening has left much to be desired. I simply
don't have the time to thrash you until you learn to show respect to your
betters and will probably have to compromise by sending you back to Germany with
an adverse report that they can deal with at your Correctional Centre. I can
however offer you one last chance. As well as being in charge of you, Mr Stewart
is also a male with the usual requirements of his gender. I propose leaving you
both in his complete charge for two hours. During that time he may require you
to display your obedience and respect in any way that he sees fit. Should you
manage to please him you will be released without an adverse report. Should
either of you fail to please him you will be returned to Frankfurt facing some
very unpleasant consequences.

Is that understood?"

The two naked and abject females nodded their agreement with an apprehensive
glance in the direction of their male guard. Mrs Parsons then held a long
whispered conversation with Stewart out of their hearing and returned to address
them again.

" Your primary duty will be to provide any form of relaxation that he may
require and naturally, he will be authorised to discipline you should you
require it. I trust that you will be successful in achieving a good report from
him. Follow me!"

With that she led the prisoners up the stairs and out of the cellar. Stewart
collected a few punishment instruments from the table and took himself to the
room in the top of the house that Mrs Parsons had recommended.

It was a large room in the attic, well away from the rest of the house and
seemingly the one that Mr McEwan used when he was dealing with reluctant
servants. There was a King sized bed against the wall and a collection of other
items of furniture including a heavy padded stool with restraining straps. Large
mirrors lined one wall and added to the feeling of impersonal space. A door led
off to a large bathroom and toilet. Stewart placed the implements on a table
against the wall and examined the row of containers that stood on the surface.
There were tubes of lubricating gel, paper towels and condom packets, all of
which indicated the true purpose of the bedroom.

He lay on the bed, still stripped to the waist, for some time contemplating the
self-indulgent plan that he was formulating. He could order these two females to
do anything and probably would. He could also discipline them on a whim and they
would have to accept his cruelty. Would they dare display any reluctance and
would that reluctance even add to his pleasure? Will it be necessary to thrash
them into obedience?  He was just pondering whether he would have them perform
on each other when there was a timid knock at the door. On his command to
"enter" the two nervous prisoners entered the room and stood at attention next
to the bed.

Mrs Parsons had certainly had them dress for the occasion. They wore tight white
blouses and short grey skirts with stockings and their uniform high heels. Their
fair hair had been released from the long plats and now hung down almost to
their waists. Just enough make-up had been applied to their faces to highlight
the femininity of their rather hard expressions. They were there for one reason
and the submissive downward position of their eyes acknowledged that. He decided
to start by giving them both a lecture that would remove what little hope they
had of not being abused in any way that he saw fit.

" I will make it clear as to why you are both here in front of me. You are here
to please me sexually in any way that I require. You will strip on my orders,
you will take up any position on my orders, you will perform any duty that I
order...without question or objection. You will give me access to any part of
your bodies, you will accept any handling or probing and you will perform any
sex act that I order. Should any of my actions be uncomfortable or even painful
for you, you will raise no objections

Is that understood?"

The nodded assent and murmured words only served to irritate Stewart. He stood,
went over to the table and selected a meaty, leather-covered paddle. He then
moved behind his prisoners, told them to place their hands on their heads and
lifted up Schultz's short skirt to expose her right buttock and thigh. Without
any further discussion he then gave he six, rapid hard slaps across the upper
part of the thigh and lower buttock. This was repeated for Mueller then he
resumed his seat on the bed and asked once again if they understood. This time
the red faced females responded with a more than audible reply.

He then stood, removed his chinos and loafers and stood before them in just a
pair of scanty male briefs. His erection was all too obvious and added to the
hopelessness the prisoners felt as they realised that the time for their first
obedience test was rapidly approaching. He ordered them to kneel side by side,
knees together and hands behind their backs. He then stood with the contents of
his briefs pressing against Schultz's prominent nose and slowly pulled the top
of the briefs down until his penis flicked free and lay against her cheek.

"Right girl, without using your hands you will push my foreskin back and clean
my penis."

He guessed that for the less experienced female, this would be the first time
she had been required to carry out this act but anticipated that with her thigh
still stinging from the paddle, she would do her best. He was not disappointed.
She manoeuvred her head, opened her mouth and gripped the covered glans gently
with her teeth moving her head forward. His foreskin slipped easily back and the
super sensitive glans was enclosed in the warm mouth with the girl's lips
gripping the edge of the swollen knob. She made a soft mewing sound, possibly
registering what for her was the unpleasant taste and smell of the aroused male
organ. For a second Stewart almost felt sympathy realising that it was some time
since he had washed. Then he remembered the total lack of interest in their own
hygiene that several of the wardresses had demonstrated when he had been
required to carry out such duties on the female crotch, and immediately asserted
his right to stimulation.

He gripped the girl's ear lobes with his nails and started to pull the
prisoner's head towards and away from his body. Schultz soon got the message and
rocked her head herself until Stewart, realising how close the tight young mouth
was to making him ejaculate, suddenly pulled back with the now wet and slippery
penis back in the open.

He dropped his briefs to the floor and discarded them. Then he moved the aroused
penis, smeared with its own natural secretions and now further moistened by the
younger girl's saliva, towards Mueller's clenched teeth. With a look of total
resignation she opened her mouth, leant forward and started to lick the glans
with the tip of her tongue. She kept this up for some time and although Stewart
found it decidedly pleasant, it was not what he wanted. A sharp threat of using
the cane on her legs again soon resulted in the female taking the whole of his
penis into her mouth until he could feel the tip pressing against the back of
her throat. The pouting lips closed around the shaft and he soon felt the girl
sucking, licking and sliding him in what was the best oral sex he had ever
experienced. Reduced to breathing through her flared nostrils she threw her
whole body into keeping her head moving in just the right way. Without prompting
her hands came from behind her back and gently cupped his hanging testicles and
then gripped his thigh flesh as she steadied herself and increased the tempo
towards the inevitable.

Stewart was no longer in control. It had been so long since his last orgasm, and
that had been in the clinically cold method selected by a wardress. Now he was
inside the warm female mouth and all was lost. He could not help the strangled
snarl that came from his lips as his peak was reached and he could feel the hot
fluid force itself along the organ to freedom and into the prisoner's throat. It
was Stewart who called a halt and without orders the girl stopped, but kept her
lips sealed around the ridge of his glans to prevent any leakage despite her
obvious tendency to choke on the copious amount of liquid that he had deposited.
He firmly withdrew his penis, cautioning her not to spill a drop and left her,
lips tight, whilst her put the sagging shiny and still dripping penis in front
of the younger girl's mouth. He then had the double pleasure of having her
lick-clean the organ whilst watching the other girl follow his orders and
swallow, until she was able to open her mouth to him in proof that she had taken
his sperm leaving only the slimy residue on her teeth and tongue.

Without taking his eyes of the sucking and licking Schultz he gave the next
order to Mueller. Her conduct may not have earned her a thrashing but she
neither expected nor received any compliment. She was simply told to strip to
the waist and lay on the bed.

Stewart left the oral ministrations of the kneeling prisoner and taking a tube
of lubricating cream, went over to the bed and knelt astride the half clothed
Mueller. He then applied a liberal amount of the cream to the space in between
her large soft breasts and leant over so that his less than rigid penis nestled
between them. She needed no new order and, using her still sensitive and bruised
bosoms, gripped his penis between them and started to rub and slide the soft
flesh over the organ.

Even though much of the bruising from the breast punishments earlier in the week
had softened it still required an act of stoicism on her part to grip a tender
breast in each hand and use it like a large handful of cooking dough. It was the
combination of the sensuous flesh sliding over his most sensitive skin and the
look of pain on her tightened face that worked the miracle and soon had him back
to a firm erection once more. Climbing from his astride position he stood away
from the bed and motioned the two prisoners to stand in front of him. He ordered
Schultz to strip off her blouse and bra. He then took a seat, with his legs wide
apart on the wooden chair and motioned her to him. Her task was explained; she
was to excite the nipples on her small breasts and, taking each nipple in turn,
use it to rub the exposed glans.

She knelt between his legs and scratched at each nubbin in turn until the pink
stalk was hard. She then took his penis in her left hand and offered up her pert
left breast with her right hand.  The nipple was almost rigid as it was used to
prod and scrape the swollen penis tip in an action every bit as erotic as
Stewart had hoped. When she transferred breasts to the right one the nipple was
slightly longer and with effort, she was able to introduce it into the opening
slit at the end to add to his pleasure.

He allowed her to continue her efforts for some minutes before ordering her to
stop. He was both surprised and pleased with their efforts so far, but realised
that it was the ever-present possibility of punishment that provided the
incentive for them. He pondered whether he should discipline them before
embarking on the next stage. Such an unfair infliction of pain would be against
his normal standards of behaviour but these women were, after all, prisoners and
needed to be treated as such. He selected a thin riding crop from the collection
that he had brought and resumed his seat with them both in front of him.

"I now intend to derive a little pleasure from your lower regions. Just in case
you are thinking of any form of objection, I will warm the area up first to
re-establish your positions as my servants. I intend that this will be very
unfair, very painful and very effective, remove your skirts and take up the
present."

Within seconds his victims stood rigidly in position wearing just their white
thong panties, suspender belts, stockings and shoes. Proof that he was at last
getting through to Mueller was evidenced by her look of apprehension and the way
she was nibbling her lower lip.

He prodded both sets of breasts with the tabbed tip of the crop.

"Fortunately, you both worked hard in using these for my pleasure so they escape
having the crop applied to them...this time. Instead I will give you both and
old-fashioned thrashing across your backsides-just to act as a reminder of who
is the boss around here. This crop looks a real bitch so I will be kind and only
give you ten strokes each...but they will be good ones believe me. Now, bend
over clasping your ankles, legs wide and let me see a pair of really tight
buttocks!"

Their posture was such that even the thin strap of the thongs was fully visible
between the taught nates. Their long fair hair trailed on the carpet and their
flushed faces stared at him through their parted and bruised legs. He wondered
if he should give them a spot panty check but reasoned that he hardly needed an
excuse to punish them. The fact that the coming pain was not for any offence and
therefore totally unjustified and totally unfair would add to their feeling of
hopelessness far more than a routine punishment for an accepted error.

He stood to Mueller's left, gave the crop a few practice swishes that passed
close enough to her proffered flesh to let her feel the disturbed air and raised
the cruel implement over his right shoulder to bring it whistling down across
the undefended girl's buttocks. He aimed for the centre of the target and the
left cheek knowing that the crop would then safely take in the other cheek
without leaving an overlay on her right thigh. He remembered the sniggering
contempt of the wardresses to one of the staff who accidentally wealed the
victims thighs leaving blue lines wide of the true target. He would keep his
marks inside the vertical straps of the suspender belt if possible.

A second or two after the stroke and the female gasped as the pain level soared
and peaked, but still remained in position.  The next three strokes were laid on
with some speed but retained their accuracy, leaving first thin white and then
broader red lines beneath and parallel to the first. This time, as the pain
peaked, Mueller uttered a low moan and lifted herself on tiptoe with her knees
bending as she absorbed the agony. Stewart ran the crop up her left thigh,
scraping the weals caused by the dressage whip, then into her crotch, firmly
lifting the tip up into the crease in the tight panties. Then he located the
vulva and sawed the implement forward and backwards. An almost imperceptible
shudder ran through her body as he contacted the centre of her being. Leaving
the crop pressed hard against her slit, he told her to close her legs tightly.
He then pulled the crop out against the increased friction. Now he would work on
the softer area at the lower level of the seat.

Three rapid cruel strokes came down almost on the same spot, and again he waited
for the peak. This time, understandably, the high heels shuffled but soon
regained their position. Then the crop was raised and brought down for the last
three rapid strokes. It was Stewart's intention and hope to make her lose her
composure, as he knew that this would cause her more distress than any amount of
pain. Could he make her beg he wondered as the strokes lashed down, with two
overlays into the soft joint of thigh and leg?

It worked.

The proud German prisoner fell onto her knees with her hands clasped
protectively around her upper thighs. When he lifted her chin up with the crop
tip he saw the tears run down her face.

"So, you decided to move during punishment Mueller!" snapped Stewart. The girl
could only sob. She realised that such a disobedient act would require a severe
punishment, but she was already at the end of her ability to accept pain and
would need to be strapped down before he commenced to discipline her for moving.
She desperately ran ideas around her brain, she would do anything to avoid an
adverse report following her back to Frankfurt where this thrashing would be
repeated several times over. Stewart had a plan.

"I could of course start from the beginning and give you another ten with this
whip for daring to move. In fact I could go on all day until you learned to obey
my orders but I will be kind to you. If you agree to me taking my sexual
pleasure by using ...well...using your less conventional orifice...then I will
let you off with just three extras. I have to warn you that it may be less
pleasant than even you expect as Mrs Parsons has given me strict instructions
that you are not to derive any pleasure from any such act."

"Sir...please...I will agree to anything that you wish as long as you don't give
me a bad report," She sniffed with the nasal secretions running down her mouth
and chin.

It took Stewart less than a couple of minutes to have her remove her panty-thong
and drape herself over the heavy square wooden stool with the leather padded
top. The waiting straps were soon pinioning her wrists and ankles with two final
straps slightly parting her knees. Moving over to the table he picked up a
condom packet, handed it to Schultz and told her to place it on his fully erect
organ.  When she had slid the latex fully up the shaft he selected the squeezy
bottle with a hand written note stuck on the side that Mrs Parsons had
mentioned. It had the cautionary warning: "May sting open cuts." She had
described it as Mr McEwan's special cream that he used to prevent young females
obtaining any sexual pleasure from his efforts. He carefully slipped on a latex
glove and then liberally smeared the thick pink mixture over the business end of
the condom. It smelt like some form of embrocation, the sort that was often used
for sore muscles following heavy exercise. The lubrication would certainly be
necessary and a touch of added discomfort from the cream would remind Mueller of
her place in life.

It came as no surprise to Stewart that the wooden stool presented the prisoner's
upturned bottom at just the right height. Clearly, Mr McEwan and himself were of
a similar size, and not just in clothes. The slightly squat arrangements of her
upper thighs ensured that the buttocks were slightly parted with the anus just
visible. Using the gloved finger and a large blob of cream Stewart zeroed in on
the waiting target, circled the perimeter with the fingertip and then forced his
way in past the inner and outer sphincter muscles. At first the muscles tensed
against his intrusion, but then the stinging heat from the cream started to work
and the tension changed to an involuntary dilation that enabled two then three
digits to enter. Before the sphincters resumed their guard duties he pressed the
tip of his condom covered penis against the opening and by twisting and turning
the shaft with his gloved hand he was able to enter the warm tightness of the
girls rectum. A firm but not brutal pressure from his hips then resulted in the
shaft entering the cavity up to the point where his pubic hair made contact with
the inner anal cleft and his thighs chafed against the weals of her punished
buttocks.

Schultz watched the mounting with wide eyes and obvious horror, believing that
she was next in line. Mueller simply submitted to the inevitable. Gasping and
wincing as the cream contacted her most vulnerable inner flesh and her anus was
stretched wide to accommodate the male organ.  Stewart stood with feet slightly
apart so that his penetration was at the optimum angle and started to rock his
hips forwards and backwards into the strict confining tightness of the prisoner.
The increasing tenderness of Mueller's body to the cream resulted in an almost
sexual movement of her thighs that encouraged Stewart to pump harder...and
harder. Ignoring the squeals from under him, this was supposed to be unpleasant
anyway, he rutted against the pinioned girl until the sudden tightening of his
own sphincter warned him of the approaching orgasm. The surge of semen seemed to
swell his penis even more in its tight embrace and all too soon his pace slowed
and he became aware of the compliant female under him again.

For a short while he leaned over her regaining his breath. Eventually he slowly
withdrew taking the slippery condom and its contents with him. A click of his
fingers and Shultz hurried over to kneel at his feet and remove it. A glance
upwards was all she needed to realise that cleaning the used penis was her next
task and she set to that duty with her mouth and tongue.

By the time Stewart waved her away, his penis was already starting to stiffen.
He had never before, achieved so much in so little time, but there again he had
never been before, been presented with such stimulation and there were still
other ideas to follow. But first, a promise was a promise and he still had
unfinished business with Mueller's rear.  Slipping off his one latex glove he
spoke to her.

"Well done Mueller, you are at last starting to accept your position in life.
There is just the little matter of the three strokes that I owe you and you can
then take a break."

The prisoner's heart sank. She had secretly hoped that Stewart would forget the
promise or perhaps just let her off now that he had satisfied himself within
her. No such luck. There was no way out and she would just have to accept what
was coming as best she could. At least she was secured and no matter how much
more he hurt her, she wouldn't be able to move and earn "extras". He sent
Schultz to collect the crop and as he took it from her, once again swished it
through the air.

Stewart knew that the punishment had to be felt and had no intention of letting
her off with anything. He aimed at the bruised ridges caused by the last three
strokes he had given her and laid three stingers across their line. It was true
that only the last was a real "overlay", but all were close enough to the
already sensitised flesh to hurt like hell. It was only the straps that kept her
in place and she wasn't surprised to see later that the retaining straps had
bruised her wrists as she struggled.  Her disciplinarian made her wait a further
ten agonised minutes before he told Shultz to release her and gave the sobbing
girl permission to massage her sore muscles.

Now for the younger girl, how should she be dealt with mused Stewart to himself?
As she stood rigidly at attention in front of him she certainly expected the
worse.  For his part, Stewart was softening a little, as she displayed nothing
but contrite submission on her face. Still, she was totally available to him and
would have to do whatever he wanted, so it was an opportunity not to be missed.

The girl was also thinking. She was expecting a punitive and totally unjustified
beating, knowing that it would be inflicted simply for the amusement of this
male. At least, back in the Correctional Centre, the nastiest wardress insisted
on an error or offence before you were punished. His penis was now fully erect
so he was undoubtedly deriving sexual pleasure from the mere thought of hurting
her and she could well imagine how that pain-generated lust would be spent using
her body.  She realised that she must simply submit to whatever he ordered and
cling to the knowledge that he would have to leave them alone eventually.

He went over to the table and exchanged the riding crop for the leather paddle
he had used on her earlier. He slapped it against his other palm noting its
weight and stinging power. Time for a change of pace he thought. He took a seat
on the armless wooden chair and motioned for the victim to drape herself across
his naked lap. He gripped both her hands behind her back and started to slowly
spank the twin moons that were thus presented. They were already marked from the
previous punishment but were soon turning a vivid red as slap after slap rained
down on them. Once they were evenly coloured he increased the effort and soon
had the girl bucking under the assault. After around thirty slaps he stopped,
placed the paddle on the small of her back and ran his right hand over the
reddened area. The heat she gave off seemed considerable to his warmed palm.
Already small weals were being formed by the edges of the oblong paddle. He
delved into her anal cleft and pulled up the back strap of her thong tightening
it around her mound and then, slipped his fingers down between her legs to
locate the indentation of where the thin white material had been wedged into her
vulva. The girl was as surprised as Stewart to feel her thighs react to the
gentle rubbing of one fingertip by opening a little further and lift up
slightly. Pressing hard against the thin covering, Stewart forced his
panty-covered finger between her lips and up to touch the swelling at the top of
the split. A few seconds of gentle massage had the hips moving rhythmically and
reluctantly he stopped and pulled his finger clear.

Without comment he grasped the paddle again and started swatting each cheek in
turn with firm hard slaps. She struggled against his grip and the erect penis
that rubbed against her lower stomach but continued to accept the beating
without any real attempt to avoid it.

He stopped and ordered her to her feet. Her face was almost as flushed as her
bottom as she stood close to him. He went over to the table and clicked his
fingers for her to follow. Almost without prompting, she unwrapped a condom and
placed it over his hard shaft. Stewart knew that lubrication would not be needed
this time, but aware of Mrs Parsons's conditions, he squirted the dreaded cream
over the upper surface and then wiped it around using the neck of the bottle to
avoid finger contact.

With some speed he went over to the bed, lay on his back and beckoned the
prisoner over.

"You will mount me and take the ride of your life girl!" he whispered.

The last time this had happened it was Stewart who was the prisoner and Miss
James, the heavily built wardress was the rider. Now it was the female who stood
in danger of being flogged for any lack of effort but as she enthusiastically
knelt over him, he realised that she was almost as excited as he was. Ignoring
the cream, she grasped the root of his organ located her opening and sank down
to swallow him with her warm vagina. Without waiting to be told what to do, she
started to ride his torso as if she was competing in a gymkhana. He could see
the curious mixture of pain and pleasure on the girl's face as the cream started
to sting and the sexual nerve endings starting to react. Though the grip on
Stewart's penis was not as fierce as in his previous penetration, it seemed firm
enough with the internal shape of the girl achieving even more sensation as she
bounced up and down. He began to feel the same mixture of pain and pleasure
himself as his penis grew more tender by the second following the frictions of
the evening.

Stewart was just wondering how long the prisoner could keep up her frantic
efforts, when once again; he felt the approaching sensation of another orgasm.
He felt himself go rigid from his head to his toes and Schultz, feeling his body
beneath her, doubled her efforts until they both let out a long groan of ecstasy
and the sweating female collapsed over him.

It was fully two minutes later when Stewart roughly pushed the exhausted girl
aside and called Mueller over to remove the condom and lick his now sore and
sensitive penis clean. The red eyed female worked with a will and certainly
achieved cleanliness but no reaction. The evening was over, and having had the
two prisoner's dress, he dismissed them and replaced his own clothes. With a
last look around the room he wandered downstairs towards his own room when he
met a somewhat irritated Mrs Parsons in the corridor.

"You seem to have forgotten Stewart that you will require a complimentary report
yourself when you leave here. Miss Emma has just been watching your efforts on
the CCTV and is furious with you. Not only have you ignored Mrs McEwan's orders
to keep your foreskin pulled back at all times but you have also ignored my
instructions that you could use the female prisoners but that they were to
derive no sexual pleasure from the event. That younger prisoner seemed to enjoy
your pleasures as much as you did! Add to that the way in which you told her to
expect a thrashing with the crop and then allowed her to get off with a
schoolgirl spanking and it would seem that you have learned nothing from your
stay with us. Fortunately, Mrs McEwan is unaware of your conduct and Miss Emma
has offered to deal with you herself to avoid causing her mother any distress.
You will report to her at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning down at the stables...and I
wouldn't be late... Boy!"

Chapter 43.

Stewart awoke at around 6am. He carried out his morning ablutions and dressed
once more in his prison clothes of denim shirt and shorts. The clothes that he
had been allowed to wear as a free man last night lay neatly folded and awaiting
their collection by Mrs Parsons. He tried to get his mind around his renewed
status as a prisoner and hoped that he could generate a sufficiently submissive
attitude for when he met Miss Emma. He also wished that he had been a little
more lenient with the Germans as his severity would no doubt be thrown back in
his face this morning. Perhaps his greatest regret was in using the crop. It
looked a real bitch of an implement when he held it in his hands and he just
hoped that Miss Emma would have other plans for him that didn't include its use.

He hurried out to the stable block and arrived there at a few minutes to 7am. It
was a sunny but crisp morning, the sort of morning that everyone would describe
as "pleasant", but Stewart, with his stomach already in knots, felt otherwise.
The stable girls were already organised and the first set of riders had left
leaving three of them to their duties around the yard. One of them, a plump
female in her early thirties with long unkempt fair hair walked over to him. She
was dressed in a thin green T-shirt, faded jeans and green wellington boots.

" I presume that you are Stewart," she said, and without waiting for a response
continued, " My name is Miss Wendy and I am the head girl here. Miss Emma is out
riding and she has told me to find you work until she returns, she has also told
me not to accept any lip from you so don't even try it!"

She strode off towards one of the outbuildings and Stewart followed dutifully in
her steps. They entered the changing rooms for the lady riders. Open lockers and
collections of female clothes lay on the benches and hung from hooks on the
wall.  They continued into the fully tiled washrooms. There were two toilet
stalls, two showers screened by plastic curtains and a separate washbasin. A
bucket of cleaning materials lay on the floor.

"I don't know what Miss Emma has planned for you when she returns, Stewart, but
she was certainly in a foul mood with the rest of us before she left. You had
better start cleaning these toilets first and then get on with the showers. They
haven't been touched for weeks and equestrian ladies tend to be the untidy of
females. If any lady comes in to use them, stand against that wall with your
nose pressed to the tiles until you hear them leave". She pointed to a spot next
to the washbasin. "One more thing, I don't want you working up a sweat in here,
so strip off your shirt and shorts, you can then work in just your pants and
trainers."

For a brief second Stewart considered arguing with this woman and even
questioning her authority over him. Fortunately, his sense of self-preservation
prevailed and he simply murmured a deferential agreement as he removed the two
items and hung them on a convenient hook. Having watched as he filled the bucket
with hot soapy water Miss Wendy left, and he entered the first stall to start
cleaning. He was soon down on his knees leaning over the pan and seat to clean
the rear of the porcelain with a disinfectant soapy cloth. She was certainly
correct about the time since they were last cleaned and not only the pan but the
whole stall was dirty, smelly and littered with scraps of tissue. He assiduously
washed the seat and lid then dried the whole area with another cloth.
Unfortunately the inside required a good scrub and he was obliged to spend some
time with the brush and cleaning powder before a final flush achieved the
desired cleanliness. He had carefully washed the floor, retreating as he did so
when he heard the door open behind him. He immediately stood, turned and stood
with his nose against the wall catching but a brief glimpse of a heavily built
lady dressed in ordinary clothes in the doorway.

He heard her walk up behind him and a hand was placed on his covered buttocks.

"So, you must be the toilet cleaner that I have heard about." She whispered in a
cultured mature voice. "I have never had a male servant in a ladies lavatory
before...I do trust that you are not too embarrassed and will assist me should I
need it? Turn around and face me."

Stewart did so and found himself being addressed by a not unattractive
dark-haired lady dressed in a tweed country jacket and matching skirt. She was
indeed well built and well into her forties but exuding the attitude of power
that always comes with money. He stifled a gasp when he felt her right hand
gently cup his genitals.

"I wish to use the toilet, the one that you have so carefully cleaned but I have
no wish to get my underclothes wet on the floor. Wash your hands, go into the
cubicle, lay on the floor face up, with your head a few inches from the pan."

Stewart did as she ordered and the lady then walked into the narrow area,
straddled his shoulders, turned with difficulty and stood, feet either side of
his head, over him. As she slowly raised the tweed skirt he could see her
stocking tops with their suspender clips and then her panties. She gave a short
order and in response he reached up and gently pulled the large panties down
over her knees until they rested on his face. He sensed rather than saw her sit
down and soon heard the sounds of relief as she emptied her bladder. There was
then the sound of the toilet roll been spun to obtain paper and then she stood,
telling him to replace her panties. This he did turning and kneeling, the better
to raise them fully and pull down the skirt.

"Clean up after me." She said, and pushed past him on her way to the outside.

He flushed the toilet and set to work to clean the other. Continuing
uninterrupted, he thoroughly cleaned both showers and started on the sink when
Miss Wendy came back in. She inspected his work as he scrubbed and polished.

"Not bad Stewart. We are always looking for someone to look after the "ladies"
when we have our annual gymkhana event. It's one of those special trucks with
steps leading up to a dozen small cubicles. It is always better to have a full
time attendant to be there to clean each toilet after use and to go underneath
and pump out when necessary, especially on a hot day. I will certainly keep you
in mind. Now, finish off in here, wash your hands and then make coffee for my
two yard-girls and myself.

It was almost ten minutes before Stewart finished the toilets, dressed and
located the small kitchen. He soon prepared three coffees and placing them on a
tray with a small bowl of sugar took them into a stable where he could hear the
chatter of female voices. Sitting around on hay bales were Miss Wendy and two
much younger girls in their late teens. Both were dressed in the same scruffy
working clothes as Miss Wendy. The shorter and certainly plumper of the two
seized one of the mugs, and without a word of thanks swallowed a large mouthful.
A look of disgust on her face alerted Stewart to a coming problem but he was
still caught by surprise. She suddenly spat the contents of her mouth fully in
his face. The hot drink ran down over his shirt making him blink to clear his
eyes.

"Yuck!" the girl exclaimed. The lout has forgotten to put any sugar in"

There was of course no point in arguing. Stewart muttered a few words of apology
that only seemed to irritate the girl even more. The other girl grabbed a mug
and deliberately took a mouthful and then stood with her face almost touching
his chest. She drew her head back and as it came forward she spat the contents
of her mouth fully in his face. Not content with that assault she again drew her
head back and then delivered the remainder mixed in with her saliva.

There followed a few seconds silence as the spit and coffee ran down his face
and over his shirt and shorts. There was nothing to be said, the whole action
had been carried out with such confidence that it was certainly pre-ordained by
Miss Emma. The only question was what would follow next. 

It turned out to be Miss Wendy furiously ordering him to strip off the shirt and
shorts and to stand there in just his skimpy underpants and trainers. The two
young girls were then told to take him outside and wash him down. The showers,
it would seem, were only on limits to Stewart in his role as cleaner, when it
came to him being washed down it was the yard hosepipe, the same one that he had
used the previous night on the German girl's punishment knickers that they used.
He was ordered to stand over the drain, legs wide and hands high as the yard
girls turned on the tap and the icy cold jet of water hit him hard, taking his
breath away and stinging the skin on his chest.  The girl holding the nozzle
soon had it adjusted to give a narrow stinging jet. She then circled him
concentrating the jet on firstly his face, then his chest and finally his
crotch. Fortunately, it was hardly one of those power washers, but even so, the
icy jet thudded into his genitals, which, without much protection from his pants
found themselves flicking from side to side. Twice the jet caught the testicle
itself and Stewart's involuntary doubling up only resulted in the other girl
shouting at him to stand upright. Finally she circled behind him and having
hosed his body down, used the jet to force the pants up between his buttocks.

Eventually the water was turned off and he was left soaked and shaking from the
cold. Miss Wendy re-appeared and ignoring his obvious discomfort ordered him to
go out to the gate to the yard and wait for Miss Emma. She told him that she
should be back in a few minutes and that he was to make sure that he was waiting
at attention, to open the gate for her. Several female riders came through the
gate sniggering at the shivering bedraggled male as he opened and closed the
heavy wooden contraption. It was a good twenty, freezing minutes before a lone
rider appeared. It was Miss Emma, dressed in her full riding gear.

The very height of the horse added to impression of absolute superiority, but
even if she had been walking the way she was dressed would have been sufficient
to frighten Stewart. She wore long highly polished black boots into which fitted
the legs of a pair of perfectly tailored jodhpurs. A tweed jacket covered most
of a crisp white shirt that was complimented by a black tie. A riding hat sat
perfectly upon the young head and in the gloved right hand was a thin riding
crop that Stewart immediately recognised. This vision of authority looked down
as he opened the gate and spoke:

"You can consider yourself lucky that Mrs Parsons told me about your behaviour
and not my mother, otherwise you would have been sent back to the Centre with an
adverse report. I won't be making it easy for you, but at least it won't go any
further. Take what's coming, button your lips and it will be over and forgotten
about in a few hours...understood?"

Stewart blurted out his agreement and stood to the side as she brusquely rode
through the gate. He then saw her give a brief order to the two girls who walked
over to collect him. They led him into one of the straw covered horse stalls
and, collecting some leather harness straps from the wall rack, faced him
inwards and tied one wrist to each side of the stall. Without a word of
explanation they then each fixed a brush with a retaining strap to their right
hands and started to groom him, one working on his front and the other his rear.

From the first contact with the bristles he realised that the brush designed for
the hide of a horse would be harsh in the extreme. The two stable-girls worked
with a will and, starting on his shoulders worked down their respective sides to
his waist drawing the brushes firmly across his skin over and over again until
each area was reddened. Fortunately they stopped at the waist and recommenced
with his legs having hobbled one ankle clear of the ground and to the side with
a length of leather tied to the side of the stall. His soft inner thighs seemed
the most sensitive to their efforts with one brush in particular, leaving
several scratches. They were both working on the lower legs and calves when Miss
Wendy walked in and looked over the side of the stall at the prisoner.

"Have you brushed his groin and flank area yet?" she enquired.

Embarrassed, the two girls admitted that they had not. Wendy reminded them that
Miss Emma had called for a thorough grooming and ordered them to untie his
ankle, pull down his wet thin pants and then re-hobble him. Blushing, the
plumper girl who was working on his front grasped the garment, pulled it to the
floor and then, as he stepped out of them, hung them on a convenient nail.

His foreskin had remained retracted even though the cold had shrivelled his
organ considerably. The girl slipped off the brush and used it to lift the
wrinkled organ until it was horizontal. The sharp bristles could be felt on the
underside of the exposed head.

"Wendy, what happens if this male behaves like one of the stallions and this
thing gets all big as we clean it?" she enquired.

" That is almost certainly more than he dare do, but if it starts to swell I'm
sure that a stiff brushing will change its mind".

Emboldened the girl at the rear started to vigorously brush down his buttocks.
Stewart soon found that standing still to prevent his sore penis being subjected
to even more traumas from the bristles. When however, the brush was forced down
the anal cleft scouring the sensitive skin on the inner cheeks and furrow he
could not help but jerk his thighs. This only resulted in the stable girl
brushing his intimate skin even more vigorously; she brought the brush up behind
his scrotum ensuring that the perineum was well scrubbed. The girl then stopped,
and at Miss Wendy's suggestion, passed the brush between his legs to the other
girl.

Stewart, smarting from the "grooming" pondered on what on earth the girl wanted
with two brushes. He soon found out: Still holding her own brush under his penis
she started to use the other brush to firmly scour the hair on his scrotum. The
cold had ensured that his testicles were held in a firm grip by the muscles with
no hope of them being forced to the side or out of harms way as they would in a
slack scrotum. Both he and they had to stand there and take it as they were
cruelly brushed with only the scrotum muscle-skin to protect them. The skin
itself soon became stinging hot which contrasted with the dull, growing ache
from the delicate bulbs. Unfortunately for Stewart, despite the pain and
humiliation his shrunken penis started to swell. Even more unfortunate for him,
Miss Emma suddenly arrived to see how her orders were being followed. All she
could see was his supported penis swelling to full erection as it lay on the
brush bristles.

"What in the hell is going on in here?" she shouted at everyone. "Are you
totally unable to control your emotions Boy?" she enquired of the lone male.
With considerable irritation she snatched both brushes from the girl and
advanced on Stewart ducking to pass under his right arm and then stand in front
of him. Her jacket had been removed and Stewart could see the effects of the
cold on her pert young nipples as she stood next to him. She place one brush
underneath where it had already been to support his now erect penis and the
other she brought down on the top, effectively making a bristle sandwich. At any
time this would have been a tender area for such treatment, but following his
previous nights rutting, the already sore and exposed glans had been rendered
excruciatingly so. She then proceeded to roll the organ by moving the brushes in
opposite directions.

Stewart, arms outstretched, tried to absorb the pain but his supporting knee
instinctively flexed in a futile attempt to remove his penis from the source of
the agony. With her face only inches from his she half whispered to him:

"Now you know how you made the German females feel last night, but don't worry,
I have asked Mrs Parsons for some of that cream that you were so generous with,
I do hope that it will make your pathetic little pecker less sore!"

She then continued to roll his penis but gave orders over her shoulder, that
Wendy was to prepare the condom for use. Stewart did not see the way the woman
unwrapped a standard condom, and with difficulty, squirted in some of the cream
from a bottle. He was aware that Miss Emma had stopped tormenting him and moved
to the side and then saw Miss Wendy advancing on him with the latex device in
her hands. Without any embarrassment on her part she pushed the latex over his
erect, scratched and throbbing penis, forcing it all the way to the base. She
then produced some elastoplast tape and secured the rim of the condom to his
hair and pubic mound. Clearly, they were anticipating a reduction in size that
they didn't want to result in the condom falling off.

At first, the embrocation was cold, thick and gave a certain amount of relief
from the stinging soreness. This feeling of relief was short-lived as the cream
started to work. The skin on the shaft as well as the abraded skin of the
bulbous head started to sting as if rubbed in rock salt, which it possibly had.

The next order was to untie his wrists and ankle from the leather thongs and
lead him from the stall, which Miss Wendy did by grasping the back of his neck.
The two younger girls watched his screwed up expression and bared teeth with a
look approaching sympathy, as he was half pushed and half dragged past them.
With the two stable girls following he was pushed into one of the large barns
where a pile of oblong straw bales had been piled together. Miss Emma
re-appeared with the inevitable crop tucked under her arm.

"As Miss Parsons mentioned, you are here for two reasons. Firstly your continued
disobedience of my mother's instruction that you are to keep your foreskin
pulled back and secondly your failure to crop the German female prisoner. We had
placed you in a position of authority; you let us down, and must now pay a
penalty. Your foreskin is undergoing its own discipline as you may have noticed
And...since you gave the older female thirteen with this crop, that would seem
to be a fair punishment for you to take on behalf of the prisoner you let off.
My horse seemed to find it rather painful when I used it on him this morning, so
I anticipate that your rather softer hide will find it even more so. Miss Wendy
and her girls will assist in restraining you over the bales."

The rough harsh bales had been arranged with a form of steps at one end and a
large platform at about waist level. Stewart found that they required him to
kneel on the steps and then lay across the level bales. Miss Wendy then sat
across his waist facing his feet effectively pinning his upper body to the
straw. Each of the stable girls then took a wrist and sat on the bales with
their outstretched booted feet pressed into a shoulder and an armpit. As they
lay back slightly pulling on his arms he was effectively pinioned into position. 
His sore encased penis pressed against the hard straw stems. He lay there
without protest accepting the inevitable. The smell of fresh straw was mixed
with the horsy smell of the yard-girls as they awaited Miss Emma's convenience.

She stood, booted feet well apart, and swished the crop experimentally. The
sound was more than familiar to Stewart's ears, but this time he would be
feeling the effect of that plaited rod hitting his own buttocks. He had seen how
much it could hurt and now he was to feel it.

As usual, the first stroke although delivered with force across the centre of
his cheeks, did not immediately hurt. Within a few seconds this illusion
vanished as the searing pain reached his brain. With only a short break the
second stroke fell across the top of his buttocks where there was little padding
from his muscles. The rest followed at ten second intervals, some accompanied by
grunts of effort from the young girl.

Without the restraint of the three other females he would have been unable to
remain in position and he found a new respect for the stoicism of the last human
to feel the sharpness of the crop. The flogging continued until the final stroke
cut up into the crease at the tops of his thighs and Miss Emma curtly announced
that she had finished and he could be released. The two younger girls let go of
his wrists, and before Miss Wendy climbed off his back they closely examined the
swelling weals with their grubby fingers commenting on how much they swelled
compared to the horse flesh that they were used to. Brusquely, a flushed and
heavily breathing Emma ordered Stewart to his feet.

"Well taken Stewart, you have wiped the slate clean. You can remove your condom,
wash your penis get dressed and collect your kit; the transport will be here
shortly. You have my word that, unlike that idle slut Gilpin, when you get back
to the Centre they will be receiving a glowing report of your conduct here.

Stewart did as he was ordered trying to ignore the swelling nates and throbbing
pain that the young vixen had just left him with. At least it was over and he
wasn't facing a worse thrashing when he got back. Heaven knows what Mrs McEwan
had lined up for Gilpin. He had no choice other than to dress in the coffee
stained uniform and had just walked outside when, instead of the expected prison
truck, a small police van had driven up. The two young female officers were soon
in deep conversation with Miss Emma and both examined the crop with frequent
glances in his direction. Just then a despondent and dishevelled Gilpin dressed
in her schoolgirl uniform came out of the house being led by the ear by Miss
Parsons. She was told to stand next to Stewart.

The conversation continued for some time and was punctuated by frequent bursts
of laughter. Eventually the two police officers stood in front of the two
prisoners and looked them up and down. They were both in full uniform including
hats and jackets; both were of average height, a little on the heavy side with
one white and the other of Caribbean origin. The black officer, with Johnson on
her nameplate, spoke first and curtly ordered them to put their hands in front
of them and hold them together. Two pairs of handcuffs were unclipped from the
rear of each policewoman's waist and flicked down on the proffered wrists. The
white policewoman addressed them:

" It is our job to deliver you to the Correctional Centre and no way will we
stand any hassle from either of you. Should either of you step out of line we
can easily stop the van over in some secluded area and lay into you with our
batons so don't even think of it. You may find that the van we have today is a
little uncomfortable, as it normally transports police dogs around the county.
Again, we don't want any complaints so make the best of it back there".

Grasping the centre section of each handcuff the prisoners were led to the rear
of the van and the doors opened. The inner mesh door was then unlocked revealing
a bare metal floor with two bristle mats fixed over the wheel arches. A
decidedly doggy smell reached their nostrils.

"Both of you, strip off your lower clothes." Came the order.

Without hesitation Stewart removed his shorts and underpants and Gilpin took off
her short uniform skirt and panties. All were collected by Officer Johnson who
threw them to the floor at the front of the caged area. Next they were ordered
to half crawl into the van and sit on the wheel arches facing each other. They
both immediately appreciated that with their hands cuffed in front of them and
nothing to grip they needed to place their feet well apart to brace themselves.
From the look on Gilpin's face, her buttocks were extremely tender and the last
thing she needed was to be sitting on plastic tufts, indeed, the insides of both
thighs were bruised and wealed giving a clue as to the sensitive state of her
nates. The days when either of them would have been embarrassed by displaying
their genitals were long passed and both were fully engaged in accepting the
discomfort without complaint. The doors were slammed shut leaving the van in
almost total darkness as their journey commenced.

Whichever policewoman was driving she soon demonstrated that smooth handling of
a motor vehicle was not her speciality. It was reasonable to expect a few bumps
as they left the stable yard but she seemed skilled in finding the slightest
pothole in every surface she drove over.  Bracing himself as best he could
Stewart soon found that his buttocks were spread to their maximum and the sharp
bristles were digging into the soft flesh of his crotch. Every so often their
driver managed to find a speed bump or similar that, when hit at speed, caused
them both to be thrown upwards and then slam down on the arches, even jabbing
the spikes into his anal area. Any thought that the prisoners had of resting
their agonised rears on the comparative comfort of the floor were dashed by the
frequent opening of a small hatch that enable the passenger in the front to keep
an eye on them. The thought of a discreet whacking with the two batons enabled
them both to hang on for dear life. They even found themselves wishing for the
relative comfort of the prison truck that had delivered them for "work in the
community".

Eventually the van came to an abrupt halt and the engine was switched off. The
rear doors were opened and in streamed daylight. Johnson ordered them to collect
their clothing, crawl out to stand next to her and dress. The bright sunlight
made them squint through half-closed eyes and they were both dressed before they
could properly look around. To their undisguised horror the first thing they
focussed on was a large sign.

"Male Correctional Centre".

Stewart spoke first and tried desperately to explain that they were both
prisoners at the female centre and that there had obviously been some mistake. A
uniformed wardress hurriedly checked the documents that the police had just
handed her and grudgingly agreed, but found both policewomen decidedly
unresponsive to a suggestion that they might like to take the pair a
considerable distance out of their way. She went into the guardroom and
following a lengthy telephone conversation returned to speak to them.

" I understand that the male here is undergoing some sort of experiment in being
held as a prisoner in the female centre.  It does seem that there has been a
cock up in the administration, however, there is no way that you can be
transferred for several days and so you will be getting a taste of how males are
treated normally by the system. As for you girl, I have received permission to
let you experience life in this centre so in effect the experiment will be
reversed for a few days".

The two of them were stunned as even though they were both dreading a return to
the regime of their old centre, at least they knew what to expect and how to fit
in with the system. They had heard rumours how the Male Centres were run along
far stricter lines with even more brutal wardresses in charge.

Before they could even collect their thoughts a young chubby wardress was
summoned and took charge of them. With hardly a glance she told them to follow
her through the main gates and on to a small parade ground. Waiting, at rigid
attention were two groups of male prisoners still in their normal clothes.

"These wretches have just arrived to start their sentence so you two can join
them to make the numbers up. You boy, will join the group on the left and you
girl, will join the other. That will make thirteen in each squad which I intend
will be a very unlucky number for you all!"

Stewart turned to the wardess to ask if it would be possible for Gilpin to be in
the same squad as himself. From the way her expression changed to a look of
total disbelief he realised that he had made a big mistake and instinctively
assumed the attention position in the hope of assuring her that he meant no harm
and would submit to whatever she decided. She took a couple of paces to be close
to him and smiled broadly. Emboldened by her change of expression Stewart
relaxed. He simply didn't see it coming, and the next thing he knew the short
plump wardess had punched him hard in his stomach collapsing him to the floor.

As he lay at her booted feet, retching and doubled up he began to realise that
this was a different regime altogether.

To be continued.

Chapter 44

When Stewart and Gilpin eventually got around to discussing their stay in the
Male Correctional Centre they were immediately able to identify the major
difference between that and the Female Centre they were used to. It was the
staff.

In accordance with the Government policy of staffing the centre with a nearly
all female component, the two centres appeared identical. It took minutes rather
than hours to appreciate that a different set of criteria had been used to
select the ones who were in charge of the males. Whereas the wardresses at the
female centre were often downright attractive and very few were plain or lacking
in femininity, here they were almost verging on the unattractive and some were
plain ugly. True some of the staff, usually in the higher ranks, were more than
acceptable but the element that dealt with the prisoners on a daily basis were
selected for their forceful personalities, physical strength and sheer distaste
of their charges. Their level of education and certainly social graces were far
below what the two prisoners had been used to; it was obvious that most of the
wardresses could never hope to have a whole bunch of males under their command
and available to them whenever the mood struck in any situation other than a
penal centre. They were in a position where they could select any male and use
him as they wished with the added satisfaction of causing him real pain for any
infraction that they observed or imagined. Several, usually the ones with the
cropped hair or shaved heads, wore the studs and ear rings that were normally
associated with the harder element of the lesbian community and were probably
guarding the males only because they failed selection for a female centre.

These then were the females that Stewart and Gilpin were under the control of as
they stood in the cold awaiting their orders.

Stewart was still shocked from the punch awarded by the young wardress.
Nevertheless, when ordered to his feet, he sprang smartly to attention hoping
that she would pick on someone else next. Within seconds the squad were marched
into a reception area and following a brief series of questions from a
grim-faced police sergeant they found themselves in what was obviously the
barbers room.

There was an old style chair in the centre and behind it stood a thirty
something wardress with short dark hair. She had removed her uniform jacket and
hat and was arranging what appeared to be an electric hair trimmer. She clicked
her fingers at one male and he hurried to take the seat. Stewart speculated on
whether the wardress had been a hairdresser in her previous life but when she
attacked the poor wretch's long fair locks, he realised that she hadn't. She was
there to remove all but a short stubble as quickly as possible. Male after male
took the seat and had his hair contributed to the pile around the seat. When it
was Stewart's turn he was shaken by the speed with which the clippers were
dragged backwards and forwards over his scalp and how, as he left the chair, his
scalp felt cold and stripped. He was convicted of a crime and in the views of
this establishment would be made to look like a convict.

Next they were marched into some sort of changing room with benches along the
walls. The young wardress followed them into the room and gave the simple
command to strip. With furtive and worried looks at each other the thirteen
males soon stood naked in front of her with their possessions consigned to small
sacks that they were told to leave for later collection and storage. As soon as
Stewart was stripped of there were audible gasps from the others when they
caught sight of his bruised and wealed backside.

They were a mixed bunch, with only the offence of failing to show respect for a
female in authority and a court sentence to unite them. Stewart was later to
hear the various charges as the group discussed their fate in their dormitory.
One male had simply argued with a lady traffic policewoman, another insulted a
nurse when undergoing medical treatment and a third had simply found himself in
an argument over a parking space without realising that the other motorist was a
local Headmistress. All of them were there for ridiculously absurd offences
under the new feminist laws and would simply have to buckle down to the system
if they ever hoped to be released.

Their ages ranged from a young eighteen-year-old up to a man over forty. Most
were a little overweight and Stewart was suddenly grateful for the hard training
he had received that would keep him ahead of most of them. All of them now stood
looking depressingly equal with their shaved heads and frightened expressions.

At the rear of the room there were enough showers to accommodate them all and
they were soon under the unnecessarily hot and stinging showers trying to wash
themselves down with some coarse commercial soap bars.  As the wardress
patrolled the area Stewart was amused to see the men turn away from her in an
attempt to protect their modesty. He knew only too well how that would soon be
beaten out of them.

Suddenly the showers stopped and they were ordered out to form a line standing
side by side. The Wardess walked along them smiling to herself as she took in
the wide variety of genitalia that she now had on display. She read from her
notes:

"There are no towels, but you will soon dry off. Twelve of you are due for a
medical so will not be requiring any clothes for a while and you...er...Stewart
will report for a dental inspection as it would seem you have been medically
examined quite recently. You can rejoin the squad to get your clothing after the
dentist has finished with you.

Stark naked and still wet, they were marched across to the medical section with
Stewart being separated and sent through a door marked "Dental Treatment". He
had always dreaded the moment when one of the facility dentists would get their
hands on him. In his previous life he had always dreaded visits to the dentists
and knew only too well how little sympathy he could expect from any Centre
medical employee.

The dental room was light and airy with a large white medical chair in the
centre surrounded by the usual intimidating trays of implements. A large bright
light hung overhead illuminating the area that would soon be filled with
Stewart's head. There were however ominous differences between the dental chairs
that he remembered from previous examinations and this one. The one that he was
about to sit in was festooned with securing straps and in place of the normal
headrest there was a U shaped device that would clearly hold the head in place.

"Sit!"

The curt order caught him be surprise and he realised that he had been joined by
a slim young female wearing medical white trousers and tunic. She was around
twenty years old with long fair hair in a bun behind her head. A thick pair of
spectacles was perched on her nose. Her face would not be described as
attractive and her sallow complexion was troubled by spots on her chin. More
worrying was her expression of bored indifference.

She ordered the naked male into the seat and soon had his head located in the
locking device that fitted tightly around his ears. A clamp was fastened across
his forehead and when she had secured a waist strap, wrist straps and more
straps securing his knees wide apart and his ankles to the foot-rest he was
effectively imprisoned.

Casually, she pulled on a pair of blue surgical gloves and glanced down at him.

"Miss Boulton is the Dentist here and she cannot stand patients who interfere
with her examinations because they find them uncomfortable. Believe me, being
secured like this is in your own interests as it avoids having to get someone in
to thrash you every time you try to hinder her from doing her job. I'm afraid
that she is rather thorough and doesn't believe in wasting money on all those
silly injections if she can avoid it. Still, that shouldn't worry a big brave
boy like yourself!"

She selected a steel device that reminded Stewart of some sort of rodent
catching trap. Ordering him to open his mouth she placed it under his upper
teeth and over his lower teeth, used her fingers to force his mouth fully open
and then locked the gag in place. The discomfort he felt was eclipsed by the
feeling of total exposure. Whatever the dentist wanted to do to his mouth she
could, and there was nothing he could do to object, let alone stop her. The
chair had just been reclined almost to the horizontal when he heard another
person enter the room.

Miss Boulton was around forty years in age. She was of average height with a
matronly figure that stretched the buttons to their maximum down the front of
her white coat. Her hair was extremely short, almost matching his own and her
face round and plain. She stood at the foot of the chair with her eyes running
disconcertingly around his parted thighs and then at his trapped head. Without a
word she walked over to the sink, washed her hands, slipped on a pair of blue
gloves and approached him. The usual calming preamble and comments of her
profession such as: "let me know if it hurts", were hardly necessary. She placed
several fingers in his mouth and commenced her examination.

It was obvious from her first contact with Stewart that his comfort counted for
nothing. The fingers gripped his tongue and pulled it forward twisting it in
every direction so that the organ could be seen. Next the assistant was told to
grip the object, which she did with a pair of long tweezers so that it could be
kept clear of the dentist's fingers as she probed the inner cheeks. He was
forced to breathe through his nostrils as the fingers blocked almost his entire
mouth. Eventually the tongue was released and the fingers removed. Being unable
to swallow, he could fell his saliva running down his chin as he watched her
select a long steel probe with an angled point at the tip.

She started at the rear of the mouth and slowly worked her way around the gum
line probing and checking their condition. The sharp point was used over and
over again to scrape around each tooth and clean the gum. The only protest
Stewart could make was to grunt and groan at each sharp stab. At one point Miss
Boulton stopped as if in response to his distress, but then sprayed some alcohol
based aerosol into the gaping mouth and down his throat. Instead of numbing the
sensitive mouth flesh, all that seemed to do was to paralyse his vocal cords so
that he could only gasp in protest. It wasn't long before tears were running
down his face and his arms were rigid against the arm straps of the chair.

The young assistant approached with a spray device in one hand and a suction
tube in the other. As Miss Boulton withdrew her probe the girl swiftly sprayed
the ice cold water into the mouth and then allowed the suction pipe to suck it
out of the mouth. Much of the water however simply ran down his cheeks. The
savage probing then continued until his entire mouth had been painfully prodded.

Stewart's relief that the probe had been discarded was short lived. It was
exchanged for another and this time the teeth were the targets. Fortunately his
teeth were in good repair but even so, every one was tapped and scraped looking
for the slightest problem. One was found in a rear molar and the probe
agonisingly pressed into the cavity causing Stewart to strain against his
straps. Later, another smaller cavity was found in a front tooth.

At long last the examination was over and the shaking male was released from the
chair as the dentist completed her notes. Eventually, she ordered her assistant
to arrange another appointment for the fillings to be carried out adding the
chilling comment that only a short appointment would be needed as there was no
need for any injections.

Decidedly shaken, Stewart was told to wait in the room next to where the medical
examinations were taking place. He sat as ordered on a long low bench with his
hands on his head and knees spread at forty-five degrees. One by one the other
male prisoners joined him with much rolling of eyes and grimacing between each
other. Eventually they all sat in a row with their naked knees touching.

Two female staff with tape measures around their necks called them into another
room that was laid out with a long serving counter behind which were stacks of
various uniform items. They were told to stand on a low platform whilst the
older female, a dour mousy haired woman of around thirty carefully took their
measurements which were written down in a ledger by her younger assistant. Neck
size, arm-length and chest measurements were taken, then she moved on to the
waist, seat and finally inside leg. The latter being taken by jabbing one end of
the tape up into the crotch. Strangely the distance from that point to the tip
of the flaccid penis was noted as well as the leg length.

They were told that they were being measured for their uniform denims and that
they would take up to two weeks to arrive. In the meantime they were to be
issued with one set of kit that all new prisoners had to wear for a time. With
the list of sizes in one hand the younger girl went up and down the racks of
clothing selecting what seemed to be white T-shirts and boxer shorts for each
prisoner. These were each issued with a pair of trainers. One male asked if
there were any underpants and received a withering look from both females that
gave him the answer. Just before they were told to don the strip, the younger
girl moved down the line with a thick felt marker pen and wrote "A" followed by
a number in four inch high letters over on their upper right chests.

The material was some form of nylon that was unbelievably thin and cold to the
touch. The shorts were baggy and short but well supported by a broad elasticated
band around the waist. The T shirts were tight around the chest and just reached
down to be tucked into the shorts waistband. No support whatsoever was provided
for the genitalia and indeed, the material had a silky feel that might well
cause some problems as it chafed sensuously against the penis. Plastic discs
with numbers from 1 to 13 were produced and the males had to carefully clip the
one corresponding to their chest number to the front of their T-shirts, just
below the neck. When they were all dressed the elder of the two stores
assistants addressed them.

"Right, these are your clothes for the next week or so, they are referred to as
the training strip. You only have one set so you will need to wash them out
every night to keep them fresh. They serve several purposes. Firstly they
emphasise that you are being treated as young schoolboys. Secondly they provide
no protection to any strap or other implement that may be used on you. Thirdly
should any of you even start to lose control of your emotions, it will be
immediately obvious to any member of staff who can deal with the problem
immediately".

It was a very self conscious group who filed out of the stores building

It was after the mid-day meal that the squad was assembled once more in one of
the lecture rooms in the education block for the start of their "Educational
Assessment week" as it was called. They would be frequent visitors to the
training block for the first week, as it would be spent entirely under the
control of the education specialists. The theory was that by treating them as
schoolboys, any tendency to rebellion could be identified and stamped out early.
The thirteen males, embarrassed to be dressed in the temporary uniforms, sat in
the old fashioned and uncomfortable school desks with a seat built into the
frame. To avoid distractions the windows were set high in the walls and a large
desk stood facing them on a raised area to their front. A heavy stool stood next
to it with a comfortable high chair for the instructor behind the desk. A large
clock hung from the wall in the austere room and next to it a large notice with
further instructions concerning how their hands were to be visible at all times
and how they were not to talk other than to the Teacher. There was a sound of
approaching footsteps and a tall well-built woman dressed in an academic gown
and hat entered the room and took up a position facing them with feet apart and
hands behind her back. She was in her early forties with a ruddy complexion that
was devoid of any make-up. Her hair was greying and tied in a band behind her
head with the rest hanging down her back. Half-rimmed glasses balanced on her
pointed nose. Under the gown she wore an old fashioned plain white blouse and
medium length grey skirt with ankle socks and a heavy pair of sensible shoes on
her feet.

Without any prompting, the room inmates stood upright between their seats and
the desk. She looked around for a few moments, then spoke:

"My name is Miss Elkins, and I am your form mistress during your initial stay in
the education wing. I warn you that I have considerable experience in dealing
with young men such as yourself and will stand for no nonsense. You will be
treated as you should have been when you were at school but unlike the one you
attended, this school permits the sort of punishments that were handed out in
the first half of the last century. You will find that I have certain powers of
punishment and if I believe that you need more serious discipline, I shall send
you with a note to the Headmistress's office where my senior colleague will deal
with you."

She kept them standing as she explained her various rules, how she was to be
addressed, when they were to stand, how they were to sit bolt upright with no
fidgeting and how they were to apply themselves diligently to each and every
lesson. She then told them to sit and she commenced to read out their names from
a register.

Apprehensively, they all responded with a clear "Present, Miss Elkins" and they
were soon ready to start their first lesson. Miss Elkins patiently explained
that various training systems had been tried in the past but they now believed
that an early training session in accepting female authority was the most
productive route to follow. They would therefore each be allocated to a member
of staff, taken to their private quarters and be trained and assessed in their
response to orders. To ensure they all appreciated what their duties would
entail, one of the wardresses would be speaking to them.

Exactly on cue an Indian wardress in her mid twenties entered the room and was
greeted by Miss Elkins. She was of above average height with a trim but feminine
figure and wore her long black hair in a pigtail that reached almost to the
waist. Her name was announced as Miss Shruti Saraswat. From the way she walked
and conducted herself it was obvious to the males that she was a lady of some
education and importance so it puzzled them that she should be employed in such
a junior position.

She carefully placed the heavy wooden stool centre stage, lifted herself on to
it to face the seated squad and placed her high heels resting on the rungs of
the stool. Her uniform skirt rode up above her knees and when she crossed her
legs a tantalising glimpse of stocking sheathed thigh and suspender clips was
displayed to them. Stewart alone realised that this was a deliberate act and
started the mental effort he knew he would need to avoid an erection. She looked
around with the darkest pair of eyes they had ever seen, smiled sweetly and
started to talk to them:

"Tonight you will each be allocated to one of the staff here in the centre. You
will be required to carry out whatever duties the lady requires of you.  In case
any of you have hopes that you will have any choice as to what you do, or find
the work in any way pleasant, I will now disabuse you of that hope. Your duties
will fall into three main categories. Firstly you can be given cleaning jobs in
the apartment such as the bathroom or cleaning floors. However unpleasant your
task you will work thoroughly and your efforts will be inspected.  Secondly you
may be required to carry out more personal work such as washing her underwear,
cleaning boots or pressing and preparing her uniform for the next day. Again
your work will be inspected. Finally, should the lady require it, you may be
ordered to carry out any personal service that she may demand. Just before your
evil little minds think back to your previous life where you could pick and
choose, you will now simply follow orders without question, whether she requires
either a massage or some more personal service. You will do as she orders, not
as you would like. Do not expect the showered fragrant females that you may have
been used to. These ladies work hard and have no need to shower or preen
themselves for your benefit. You will just have to accept them as nature
intended them to be."

Once more the legs were crossed and uncrossed, as she looked in Miss Elkins
direction seemingly oblivious to their hungry stares. This time her legs
remained slightly parted and from their lowly vantagepoint, some males could
just see the crotch of her white panties.

 Miss Elkins commented that this could be a good time to mention how any failure
would be dealt with.

"Of course, of course", Miss Saraswat exclaimed in apology. " As usual, the
ladies will be able to punish minor errors with their hands or tawse but if any
of you step out of line significantly, one of the policewomen will be on the end
of the 'phone and will call round to carry out any summary punishments with
heavier implements."

To Stewart it was routine, but to the rest it seemed to confirm their worst
fears and fulfil all the rumours that they had heard about these places. It
would all be down to the luck of the individual prisoner. One or two would
finish up as a servant for one of the attractive younger wardresses who would
probably use them, but would not deny them a little pleasure themselves. All the
others would be obliged to carry out whatever sexual service one of the older
and certainly uglier wardresses would require and be unable to obtain in normal
life. Mixed in amongst the staff there would be the sadists whose real aim would
be to find fault and therefore inflict pain. The wardresses word would always be
accepted and if she registered a complaint, the prisoner would be punished and
that punishment would be repeated until the wardress was satisfied.  As regards
the class and Miss Saraswat's behaviour, Stewart was also only too aware of what
they were being set up for and it came as no surprise when the Teacher ordered
them to their feet.

The shorts scarcely covered the tips of the dangling penis. When seated, any
erection would protrude below the bottom edge and on standing upright, a full
erection would be uncovered and displayed for all to see. Of the thirteen
"schoolboys" six had raging erections, all of which stuck out of the ridiculous
shorts and indeed, lifted up the leg of the garment.

Both females were furious, Miss Saraswat's black eyes flashed down to the
offending organs with a look of total disgust but it was Miss Elkins who took
charge, retrieved a report book from her desk and started to fill it in. It took
only a few seconds for all the six to be given the adverse report slip and be on
the way to wait outside the Headmistress's office down the corridor.

Stewart later heard what had transpired. The confidence of the offenders, if not
their erections, rapidly dissipated as they stood side by side outside the
headmistress's office. They were told to face outwards so every member of the
staff who passed by was able to see the reasons for their presence jutting
forward. One of the group was heard by the others to mutter about how ridiculous
the situation was. It would have been better for them if they had been able to
control themselves, but the more effort they put into the attempt, the harder
they seemed to get.

A young girl in her late teens came out of the office and announced herself to
be the Headmistresses secretary. She was one of the few exceptions to the normal
appearance of the staff: taller than most of the prisoners she had long fair
hair down to her shoulders. She was dressed in a plain white shirt and dark
coloured skirt that accentuated her full firm figure. Her attractive face looked
almost angelic as she stood close to the males, looked one 25 year old straight
in the eye and asked him why they were standing there.

" Miss...er...um...Miss Elkins has sent us here," he stammered nervously.

"I'm well aware of that number 3. Why has she sent you?"

Eventually, the blushing young male managed to get the words out and stated that
they had all had an erection in class. The girl played the part of shocked
horror with panache. She stepped quickly back and looked down at their now even
harder organs. Shaking her head in mock disbelief she collected the punishment
chits from their sweating hands and told them to follow her in to office.

Once again they had to line up with their backs to the wall and face her desk.
She produced a large black book with the ominous words "Punishment Register" on
the front and spine and carefully listed their numbers along with the offence
"Disgusting display of sexual lust" which was the centre shorthand for the
offence that they had committed. Every male began to feel the real fear that the
system was designed to generate. Here they stood, just like schoolboys in front
of a girl younger than most of them, waiting to hear how they would be punished.
Would this girl be the one to carry it out?  Would such a sweet looking female
be capable of deliberately hurting them? Their thoughts were interrupted by the
secretary pressing a button on an interphone and announcing:

"Six boys for punishment Ma'am."

The adjoining door opened and in walked the Headmistress Mrs Buchan. To the
surprise of the males she was much younger than they had expected. Aged well
under thirty, she was of average height, slim with a well scrubbed plain
freckled face and medium length red hair. Looking every inch an academic she
wore her gown over a non-descript plain blue dress. She stood behind the desk
and read the punishment book entry. She then came round the desk, and glancing
at their still present erections, addressed them:

"I understand that you are the new intake. I would normally allow a certain
leeway to new boys on many infringements of the rules but when it comes to a
basic lack of self-control I do not intend to exercise that discretion. Showing
sexual interest in any of my staff requires a punishment that will help to
instil some sense of decent behaviour in you. During your stay in this school
you may have to be punished in various ways and with various implements but
those of you who are sent to me can expect only one punishment...the cane."

She paused to allow her words to sink in and then asked:

"Have any of you been caned before?"

An embarrassed shuffling of feet followed by a muttered "No" went down the line.

"Miss Alton, you did instruct these thugs in the correct manner in which to
address me I trust?"

The young secretary blushed at her error but stammered a reply, confirmed that
she had.

"Very well, no excuse, remind me to add three extras to each boy's punishment to
remind them that its "Madam, Ma'am or Headmistress"...and all of them to be
spoken clearly. Now to continue my talk: I administer the cane in the
traditional way, you will be bent over to present and tighten the buttock area,
and my secretary here will be the witness. It will also be a salutary lesson if
you are punished in front of each other. It will hurt...believe me...it will
hurt, so you will need to brace yourselves. Should any of you try to avoid
punishment by moving out of position I shall simply start again from the
beginning. Oh yes, and one more thing...I only flog boys on the bare skin."

Even the most confident of the prisoners was left feeling totally vulnerable by
this talk. Could it really be that this young lady was about to give them all a
formal thrashing? She looked too slim and too feminine, more like a junior
librarian than someone who would soon be deliberately inflicting pain.

She ordered them to follow her into the adjoining office and once again formed a
line facing inwards. The office was large and well lit from floor to ceiling
windows along one side. There was the inevitable desk, a few chairs, a thick
carpet underfoot and on the walls hung what looked like expensive prints. None
of the prisoners even glanced at the pictures; their eyes were riveted on a rack
of canes that hung from the wall behind the desk. There must have been twenty of
them lying horizontally in varying lengths, thickness and weights. They were
complimented by a piece of furniture that stood their side of the desk that
could only have one purpose. Mrs Buchan was inordinately proud of this item
having personally purchased it from an auction. It was a genuine caning bench
and had been produced by the Victorians for use in penal institutions. It stood
just below waist height and was in the shape of a saw-bench or vaulting horse
with A frame legs at either end supported by cross members in old stained oak.
Along the top ran a thin, one foot wide dark, leather bench for the victim to
lay along and intriguingly at one end there was an oblong hole around three
inches by two inches underneath which was a movable mirror. The securing straps
were all wrapped around their mounting points and fastened which confirmed the
Headmistresses remarks about not being secured. At the far end there was a metal
bar with cycle type handgrips set half way up the supporting frame. This was an
addition commissioned by Mrs Buchan so that her victims would have something to
grip during their punishment.

"Remove your training strip" she ordered.

Hesitatingly, the males removed the shirt then the shorts and having folded them
placed them on the floor behind them as indicated by the secretary. She was then
told by Mrs Buchan to show the prisoners how to present themselves for
punishment.

She calmly steeped up to the end of the horse, placed her high-heeled feet wide
apart either side of where the struts touched the carpet announcing "Position
One." She then indicated the hole and mimed placing a set of genitals through
the gap. Leant down along the top with her hands hanging down, face towards the
caner and announced "Position Two".  She then gripped the handles with her
delicate hands, placed her feet on the supports that stuck out sideways from the
legs of the horse and announced "Position Three. Even through her skirt the
males could see how the position spread the buttocks embarrassingly as she was
in a partially squatting position and thus tightened the surface to meet the
rod. This did nothing to help the males control their erections which now
protruded unencumbered by the thin shorts.

Having stood up she then walked over to the rack and asked Mrs Buchan which cane
she required.

" A medium weight one with reasonable length and good flexibility please."

The young secretary selected one from the rack, flexed it experimentally,
grimaced and replaced it. The second choice was about three foot six inches in
length and dipped slightly under its own weight when held horizontally by the
handle. She grasped it at either end and bent it easily to ninety degrees before
handing her selection to the Headmistress. She in turn gave it a few practice
swishes from over her shoulder to below waist level.

"A little heavy for a first caning but otherwise perfectly suitable, thank you
Miss Alton. Would you please read out the standing orders for boys undergoing
headmistress punishment? "

This last remark ratcheted up the prisoners' tension by a fair few notches.
Clearly, every part of the discipline was to be as drawn out and formal as
possible. Miss Alton took down a printed board hanging next to the cane rack,
stood in front of the naked males and read its contents to them.

"Appendix 4 to the Standing orders for punishment" she read out in a loud clear
voice.

"No1. All punishments will be carried out in full with no reduction in strokes
for whatever reason. 2. Prisoners will take up the position they are ordered
without delay. 3. Any prisoner who fails to hold position will be considered to
have refused an order. 4. Prisoners under punishment are to avoid or minimise
any exclamations of discomfort. 5. Prisoners will say after each stroke its
number and express thanks to the punishment officer. For example: " Twelve,
thank you Headmistress." 6. Any attempt to avoid the cane with either hands or
feet will be regarded as refusal to obey an order. 7. Any stroke may be repeated
at the discretion of the punishment officer or any witness. 8. A further member
of staff who should be medically trained shall witness any punishments that
exceed twelve strokes. 9. Under no circumstances will any allowance be taken or
reduction awarded on the basis of previous recent punishment. 10. On completion
of punishment the prisoner shall remain in position 3 until ordered to stand.
11.No attempt shall be made to rub, touch or massage the buttocks following a
punishment ."

"Are there any questions? Mrs Buchan snapped?"

A clear "No Headmistress" was the response down the line.

"Then we will commence punishment, I will be awarding you all nine strokes, you
will be flogged in numerical order. You will take up positions under the
directions of Miss Alton." With that she place the cane on the table with a dry
rattle, removed her gown and slowly rolled up the long sleeves of her dress. Her
build looked more wiry that muscular and her slimness was emphasised by her
small breasts that hardly caused a swelling under the dress front. There was
some unspoken speculation in many male minds that such a slight figure could
hardly wield the cane with force. She picked it up at the business end and
nodded to Miss Alton to commence.

"Prisoner No 2 step forward. Position 1!"

A tall slim male around thirty gingerly placed his feet in position. On the
command "Position 2" he nervously leant over guiding his scrotum and hard penis
through the hole and on hearing "Position 3" he gripped the handles with all his
might and placed his feet on the supports.  Miss Alton bent over and reached
under the horse to move the mirror until it was to the position the Headmistress
required. Obviously she intended to watch her victims genitalia for any
reactions during the infliction.

Mrs Buchan slowly raised the cane over her left shoulder and then brought it
whirring down across the centre of the male's buttocks. It had been her
intention to signal to the entire room that a headmistress flogging was
something to be avoided. The impact of the springy cane convinced everyone and
as the pain peaked, the bucking of the prisoner and the gasp of shock that came
from his clamped teeth supported that view.

The strokes were laid on with calm precision at around five second intervals.
Despite her slim frame, each lashed down across the undefended flesh with
considerable effect as could be seen from the twitching of the leg muscles and
muted exclamations that preceded each count:

"M.mm.mmm  7 Thank you Headmistress!"

By the time the Headmistress announced "Punishment completed," the weals from
the first strokes were already fully formed and pulling the buttock skin-tight.
This caused even more gasps of discomfort as he was ordered to stand and then
take his place back in line with his hands clutched on top of his head.

"Prisoner No 3 Position 1!" snapped Miss Alton.

This time a young rather podgy male aged around twenty stepped forward. His
erection already showed signs of wilting as he took up position 2 then 3. His
backside seemed to almost swallow the cane for a second as it bit in for the
first stroke. The shock seemed to take his breath away but as Mrs Buchan laid on
the second he yelled out aloud.

Without a trace of compassion she looked down on the boy and pointed out that
not only had he failed to count the strokes but he was also making far too much
noise. She almost whispered that she would start again from the beginning. He
looked at the Headmistress as if about to speak then sensibly decided to keep
quite. The punishment continued with him remembering to call out each stroke,
albeit with a somewhat constricted throat as he tried not to yell out as each
imposition of pain reached his brain.

The routine of the discipline continued with each male being ordered to present
himself to the cane in turn. Eventually it was the turn of the last candidate a
heavily built man in his forties. From expressing a view earlier about how
ridiculous the treatment was to grown men, he had now been reduced to the level
of a sixteen-year old meekly waiting for his turn over the horse. He had watched
each punishment stroke by stroke; seen the weals appear and swell and imagined
the pain as each prisoner stood back in line with his hands on his head and face
screwed into a grimace of pain. Now it was his turn to be thrashed by this young
lady and watched by her even younger assistant and there wasn't a damned thing
that he could do about it. She would be hurting him and that was that.

As Miss Alton ordered him into position, she commenced a conversation about him
with her boss:

" I am surprised Ma'am that a man of his age cannot control his emotions he is
still disgustingly erect. He seems as full of lust now as when we started this
session. Do you think we can expect him to control himself when he starts to
feel the cane?"

Mrs Buchan commented that anything was possible and that it might be useful and
instructive if she was to monitor his genitals as the thrashing progressed. The
younger girl smiled enthusiastically and knelt down by the horse on the opposite
side to the Headmistress, reached underneath and gripped the hanging swollen
organ between her fingers. It was fairly hard to the touch and by the time the
secretary had gripped it firmly and pushed the tight foreskin up to the base it
was rock-hard. She gripped the slippery glans firmly between her fingers and
waited.

Mrs Buchan ran the cane through the clutched fingers of her left hand as she
gave her assistant time to get to grips with the male organ. He was certainly a
well-built brute she thought to herself as she looked down along his muscled
back to where the pale outline of a brief pair of trunks had been worn for
sunbathing in recent days. Copious body-hair was visible between his legs and
into his anal cleft and she guessed from a startled lurch of his thighs, contact
had been made underneath, a fact that she confirmed by looking in the mirror
where a sizeable penis now protruded from the girl's fist. She always derived
the greatest satisfaction in humbling these men who were nearly twice her age
and three to four times her size. The bigger they are the harder they fall she
thought to herself as she raised her cane and brought it swishing down across
the proffered muscles.

Miss Alton heard the cane and as it hit felt the penis forcefully ram into her
fist as the victim flinched. Confident that she could maintain her grip she
raised her head until her face was just behind the prisoner's head where she
blew gently on to the back of his head to let him know she was close. As the
thrashing continued she whispered words of condolence and firmly but erotically
massaged the dangling organ up and down.

For the prisoners part the handling literally added insult to injury. The insult
of the indecent molestation to the injury of the cane. He had already learned
better than to argue and so he gritted his teeth, gripped the handgrips fiercely
and called out the strokes to his tormentor.

Eventually he called the ninth stroke and just before ordering him to position
1, Miss Alton gave him a last lingering rub around his bare glans. He then stood
with his penis rampantly standing free of his body and with the Headmistress
looking at him with horror. She tapped the head firmly with the tip of the cane
as she spoke to Miss Alton.

"Would you look at this disgusting display! I have an awful feeling that we have
one of those perverts here who actually derives sexual pleasure from being caned
by young women. Remind me to ask Matron to take a thorough look at him."

He was then told to join his brothers and both females looked at the row of
naked prisoners, all now standing with their hands on heads against the wall.
They were ordered to replace their training strip and told that they could
leave. They left the office and walked slowly back to the classrooms still not
daring to touch themselves in case anyone saw them. They were soon back in the
classroom and one of the waiting prisoners rushed off to find Miss Elkins and
tell her that the class was ready to resume.

She bustled back in as if the break had been to take refreshments rather than
pain. As they were all ordered to take their seats gasps of discomfort came from
several of them as their bruised buttocks touched the hard seats. There was but
fifteen minutes to fill before the prisoners next surprise so Miss Elkins
announced that they would be doing spelling practice. She read out words from an
open book and asked each boy in turn to spell them on the large blackboard in
chalk. The first round was easy with all words being spelt correctly. Round two
was where she planned to demonstrate one of her favourite forms of correction
for which she would need an offender. Unknown to the class, she had been briefed
on the thrashing by Miss Alton so the choice of target would be easy.

"Ceiling, receipt, conceit" and similar words were spelt correctly by the
nervous boys. When, however it was the turn of the last male to be caned on the
horse, the word was "accommodation". Wilson was not stupid by any means, but the
combination of pain from his backside, writing in chalk on a board and the
general nervousness they all felt proved too much. He wrote "accomodation" and
realised his mistake as he stood back. No corrections were permitted and Miss
Elkins addressed the class:

"In the good old days the Mistress would correct such mistakes immediately. That
way the boy would never forget how to spell such a word. I intend to teach him
the same lesson."

Calmly she corrected the spelling by writing the word above Wilson's attempt.
She then went to her desk, retrieved a heavy wooden ruler and called him over to
stand in front of the class. He was told to hold his hands out in front of him
at waist height, but palms down. She held the rule in her hand and walked
towards him.

To be continued.

If you enjoyed this story, may the author remind you that he is always open to
new ideas and suggestions on how the story could develop? Several readers' ideas
have already been incorporated.

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.

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.

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.

Chapter 48.
The woman returned carrying a tray and the plastic bag containing dried peas.
Miss Burgess took them from her, placed the tray on the ground and tipped the
peas into it with a dry rattling sound. She carefully ensured that they were
evenly spread over the surface and stood back, taking her seat on the sofa.

"Right Heathcott, time to place you under a little duress. How long it lasts
will depend on how quickly and how honestly you answer our questions. Kneel down
on those peas!"

Gingerly, the female slowly lowered herself so that she was supporting her
weight on her hands and then carefully positioned her knees on the tray. She
then took her entire weight on them. Miss Burgess corrected her position so that
she was fully upright with her hands on her head.

The discomfort showed on the females face as the questioning recommenced. Miss
Burgess asked her questions in a slow deliberate manner ensuring that Heathcott 
realised that this was going to take some time. Stewart was surprised how the
woman's obvious pain changed her attitude and ensured that each question was
answered more honestly than before. She soon admitted that the last time she had
intercourse had been just a couple of nights previously and even admitted a
fleeting relationship with another female when at college.

Stewart took over the questioning and noted how the pain from the peas was
increasing by the minute. Her eyes were screwed tight and her lips were pulled
well back exposing her teeth as she struggled to remain in her braced position.
He asked her when she had last masturbated and then insisted that she explain in
intimate detail how she had played with herself.

It must have been almost ten minutes before Miss Burgess allowed her to lift her
knees from the bed of pain and stand, albeit shakily, on her feet. Not
surprisingly with both kneecaps bright red and indented with pock mark like
holes. She was then told to raise the stockings and re-attach them to her
suspender belt.

Miss Burgess asked Stewart to order some exercise so that they could assess the
amount of support that her brassiere gave her. In no time Stewart had the
matronly figure jumping up and down as they watched the breasts sway in rhythm
to her movement. Miss Burgess then asked Stewart to remove the brassiere and
hand it to her for examination.

Moving to the woman's rear he grasped either side of the back strap, separated
the clips and allowed the weight of the breasts to pull the two sides apart. He
then slipped the shoulder straps down, noting the deep groves they had made in
the soft flesh and moving to the front, pulled the heavy garment clear of her
arms. Handing the bra to Miss Burgess he looked intently at the large breasts
exposed to his view.

The cause of the swelling that he noted under the material was immediately
obvious. Both large brown nipples were pierced with gold rings. The nipples
themselves were set in large brown auriolea that measured some four inches in
diameter and hung down from the pendulous mammaries. He gripped each gold ring
and firmly lifted both breasts slightly. The female gasped and her eyes
indicated that the nipples were extremely sensitive to such handling.

"How long is it since these were pierced?" he enquired.

She told him that it was just three weeks ago and that they still felt sore to
the touch. Miss Burgess, having examined the bra cast it to one side and snorted
in disgust.

"Whether you will be allowed to wear your rings will depend on your squad
leader, but I can assure you that sore nipples are the last thing you need when
starting your sentence. Mr Stewart, would you investigate how her breasts cope
without support?"

First he ordered her to raise her arms out to the side and then to keep her hips
still, but turn her arms and upper body fully to the left and right. This, once
he had ordered a rapid pace, had the breasts swinging from side to side with a
slopping sound as they reached the end of their travel against either her
underarms or each other. He followed that exercise by a brisk jumping on the
spot. Even a girl with smaller firmer breasts would have experienced some
discomfort, but the large breasts of this woman bounced and flopped to the point
of nearly overbalancing her. When she was allowed to stop, she stood there
breathing heavily with both breasts flushed red.

"Let me give you a friendly warning Heathcott, " snapped Miss Burgess. "At these
centres females with large breasts always start at a disadvantage as several of
the female staff, particularly the flat chested ones seem to target them. Any
offence that is remotely associated with your breasts, such as being caught
wearing a soiled brassiere can have you awarded a Breast Related Demerit.
Collect three and you will have to take a thin cane across them...even the
nipples. The usual error your sort make is to wear some form of breast support
under your vest when doing PT. If the instructress makes a spot check and finds
even a thin half-cup garment, you get a demerit. If she then decides that the
garment is soiled, and her opinion is never questioned, then you collect a
second. The only solution is to follow the rules and if they bounce about a
little, just grit your teeth!"

" Now we will start the rather embarrassing part of the examination. You will
take this equipment into the bedroom and await our arrival".

When she had departed, Miss Burgess mentioned how many changes had taken place
in the Correctional system in recent weeks. The initial results from the centres
had been so dramatic that the Government had authorised a rapid expansion of the
entire system. Magistrates were now allowed to sentence both males and females
for any lack of respect to either females or males in authority. Hence
Heathcott's sentence for simply falling foul of a young traffic warden. Extra
centres were being opened and the promotion prospects for the staff in the
centres was excellent. Stewart had this change to thank for his sudden transfer
to the staff. The political masters were turning a collective blind eye to the
ever increasing levels of punishments that were being introduced as long as the
recidivist rate remained almost zero.

In due time the pair of them entered the well-lit room to find her standing by
the side of the stripped bed. Miss Burgess handed her a blindfold to wear,
explaining to Stewart that this would prevent unnecessary flinching if and when
she was in a position to see what they were doing. She was then told to remove
her skirt and kneel on the bed with her knees spread, buttocks high and elbows
and face in the mattress.

"Perhaps you would carry out a digital inspection of her panties to ensure that
they are still dry and pristine?"

Without any delay Stewart leant on the bed with his right hand between the plump
thighs. He firmly ran his index finger midway between the tight cotton that
covered her crotch until he located the uneven furrow. Sliding it backwards and
forwards a few times he withdrew and indicated to Miss Burgess the shiny moist
deposit on his fingertip.

"I was afraid of that," she muttered. " Far too many of these females seem to
get unwillingly turned on by a thorough handling. I will check her more
intimately, and then find some way to cool her down a little"

Miss Burgess then took two pairs of surgical gloves from her bag handing one
pair to Stewart as she slipped her own on with much pinging of the wrist bands
as she made them fit tightly.

"We always recommend that officers glove up before examining these females," she
remarked, "especially if they have yet to pass the prison medical".

"Right girl," she snapped, turning towards the kneeling woman. "Take off those
panties so that we can get a good look at you."

With some difficulty Heathcott knelt upright and removed the tight white
underpants placing them in Miss Burgess's extended right hand. As she resumed
her head down position she had to be reminded to spread her knees fully as she
then realised that the only clothing she had left were the stockings and
suspender belt which served to frame the large buttocks rather than provide any
protection to her modesty. With a look of disdain Miss Burgess flipped the small
panties inside out and displayed the damp moist crotch to Stewart.

"It's becoming pretty clear to me that your standards of personal hygiene leave
much to be desired Heathcott. Again I should warn you that a pair of panties in
this state will result in your being punished once you are in the Correctional
Centre. I would not be doing you a favour if I left this soiling un-corrected. I
think that it is time for you to feel the strap."

The strap that she selected was not particularly heavy or thick but thanks to
the effort Miss Burgess put into the swing, it certainly hurt the female. It was
almost certainly her first real experience of receiving punishment and following
six strokes she was shaking and whimpering with shock. The broad expanse of
buttocks bore a wide band of red that must have hurt like hell. It was a very
surprised Stewart who was handed the strap and told to repeat the exercise.

He took great care to re-position the women slightly so that he could be seen to
be exerting his authority. He made her spread her knees to an even more obscene
degree and dip her back. As she did so she winced as the skin, already tight
from the beating, was stretched. He gripped the leather handle in his gloved
hand and laid the strokes on using the red band as an aiming point, doing his
best to impress his mentor and ignoring the cost to his victim.

He always considered the strap to be a noisy implement, especially when applied
to a well padded rear. Heathcott added her own gasps and yelps to the general
level causing Stewart to hope that the neighbours were out. Not of course that
they could have any say in what was an officially sanctioned punishment. As his
last stroke lashed home he stood back, reasonably satisfied with his aim which
had made the reddened area positively crimson.

The reason for the surgical gloves then became apparent when Miss Burgess asked
him to carry out a cavity check to ensure that no drugs were being secreted
about her person. Stewart sat on the bed, ordered the woman to kneel between his
opened knees, and then, to open her mouth. He made no attempt to be gentle,
simply holding the back of her neck with his left hand and then placing two
fingers of his right hand between the opened lips as he ran the tips around her
outer gums. The digital inspection of the inner gums and under the tongue was
followed by him inserting the fingers over the tongue and deep enough to elicit
a gagging response. It was a very flushed female that eventually stood awaiting
his next command.

Bearing in mind the concerns for hygiene he decided to carry out a vaginal
inspection before the ultimate indignity. He soon had her positioned, facing
away from him with her legs either side of his closed knees. As she bent fully
over her labia were already slightly parted and the briefest visual check
revealed that he would not need to lubricate the fingers any further. He knew
that he had full permission from Miss Burgess to make the next few minutes as
embarrassing as possible so he started gently exposing the swollen clitoris by
parting the lips with his left hand...and then started to gently massage the tip
with his right hand fingers.

"You can consider yourself fortunate that Mr Stewart is searching your cavities
girl,"  Miss Burgess snapped from behind,  "It could just as easily be that
young Traffic Warden that you insulted. It would certainly bring you down a peg
or two and I shall certainly recommend that he is invited to check on your
progress when you are in the Centre".

This for Heathcott  was what she was dreading. It was bad enough to be poked and
prodded but when it was done in such a way that she simply could not avoid
reacting sexually...and to think that the young spotty faced male could soon be
doing the same...

Stewart increased the stroking until the woman was almost panting and her large
hips had started to squirm under his fingertips...and stopped abruptly. He then
suddenly held his three fingers vertically inline with the furrow and thrust
them in deeply. His brief was to search and he certainly did, using his fingers
to open and then probe deeply into the recesses of her femininity. It was some
time and following some discomfort for Heathcott before he withdrew the hand
with a moist "plop". There remained but one cavity to search.

In anticipation Miss Burgess applied a large helping of some lubricant as
Stewart roughly parted the cheeks of the female. With little finesse he quickly
rubbed round the puckered opening and then thrust his forefinger in to the hilt.
Even though the woman was expecting such an assault, she involuntarily gasped
and moved forward as if to resist. The first finger was soon followed by a
second and then he methodically worked his way around the rectum, insensitive to
either her embarrassment or her tenderness until he was satisfied with the void.

Miss Burgess then repeated Stewarts examination of all three cavities to assure
herself that the female had nothing secreted within her. If anything she was
even less caring than her male colleague and was certainly more thorough. It was
a very subdued prisoner that eventually stood before them, blinking in the light
following the removal of the blindfold, as they removed and discarded their
gloves.

Despite her best efforts to remain obedient and submissive, Heathcott had
irritated Miss Burgess on a couple of occasions during the search and the woman
realised that such behaviour would have to be paid for. She was not surprised
when the Officer ordered her to retrieve the cane from a side table and hand it
to her. Heathcott had heard stories of this implement being used over the years
and was well aware of the painful association it held for many. She realised
that she was about to join that group.

Miss Burgess had no wish to break the prisoner, rather she wanted to leave her
in no doubt as to the severity of the punishments that she could expect. She
placed two pillows, one on top of the other in the centre of the bed and told
Heathcott to lie across them so that her large buttocks were raised, but
mercifully, not stretched tight. She made her turn her face so that she could
see her and therefore appreciate when the cane was on it's way. She unfastened
the suspender straps that held the stocking in place, as unlike the strapping,
nothing was to impede the length of the cane. She gave a warning that should
Heathcott resist or refuse in any way, the punishment would be repeated.

With a curt "Six strokes!",  the caning started.

The cane was a relatively humane type that would only be suitable for a minor
correction. To the prisoner, feeling one for the first time, it would be hell.
Each stroke was laid on with some force and sank deep into the relaxed muscles.
The lines started at the top around two inches below the start of the anal cleft
and moved downwards at one inch intervals. Each had Heathcott either gasping
with shock or squealing loudly, but to her credit, she remained in position
until she was told that she could move. Instead of getting up she laid sobbing
into the bed sheet.

With a glance at her watch, Miss Burgess said that they would leave her to
recover and await the prison collection service. Stewart helped her collect
their items and they were soon out of the apartment and on their way.

They arrived at the Correctional Centre early in the evening and were soon
through the security gates and parked outside the Officers Accommodation block.
The duty prisoner on his floor of three apartments, a twenty something slim,
dark haired girl wearing the standard schoolgirl uniform politely showed him to
his spacious room carrying his small bag in her left hand. Once inside she
placed the bag on the bed and stood to attention. She spoke in a broad Welsh
accent

"My name is Evans Sir and I am the duty prisoner on this floor for today. I have
cleaned this room and the bathroom and hope that you will find it satisfactory.
Should you need anything, at anytime please press the bell next to your bed and
I will respond.  I was told to help you change into your uniform and that the
note on the desk will explain what you need to do tonight."

With that she scurried about the room laying a uniform that had been hanging in
the wardrobe on his large double bed. Obviously, with commendable efficiency his
measurements had been sent ahead. He tore the envelope open and read the
enclosed hand-written note.

The author, who turned out to be his immediate lady supervisor gave him a brief
welcome and suggested that he get into uniform and meet her in the Officers'
dining room for dinner at 8pm.

Turning to the girl prisoner he slipped off his shirt, trousers and shoes and
stood there somewhat amused in his briefs as she dressed him in a white shirt,
carefully doing up all the buttons and placing rank tabs with one pip on each
shoulder. She even put the black tie around his neck and completed the knot. She
then knelt down to ease the grey trousers over each foot and pulled them
blushing, to his waist closing the buttons and zipper. A thick leather belt was
then threaded through the loops around his waist and fastened with an almost
imperceptible shudder that Stewart recognised was caused by some past unpleasant
association the prisoner had had with that item.

To the belt she clipped a strap, somewhat heavier and more rigid than at his
original centre and the electric prodder and battery pack. Finally the black
shoes were slipped on his feet, a tailored grey jacket slipped on his shoulders
and a uniform hat placed squarely on his head. She then stepped smartly back and
resumed her position at attention.

Stewart thought for a moment and then made a decision that he would do his best
to get off on the right foot with his superiors.

"I take it girl that it is the tradition here that Officers hand out a welcome
to their new staff?"

Her eyes downcast, Evans replied that it was.

"And how many whacks are usually handed out?"

With a resigned shrug of her shoulders and still staring at the floor the young
girl said that between three and six were usually given depending on the
Officer.

Stewart smiled at her and in almost a whisper said:

"I think I will make it the full six so that you fully appreciate my arrival
here. Bend over, feet apart and grasp your ankles!"

Without hesitation Evans complied. Stewart leant forward and flicked the short
uniform skirt up over her back to expose the small white panties covering the
slim buttocks. He carefully slipped his fingernails under the edge of the
material to pull it clear of the buttocks and into the cleft. The skin was
somewhat bruised and reddened from recent and earlier punishments confirming
that his approach was the right one.

"When were you last beaten girl?" he enquired.

The bent over girl replied that she had been strapped that morning when she
forgot to put sugar in a wardresses early morning coffee.

Stewart thought how amazing it was that his entire life had changed. He was now
the one to be feared and resolved himself to earn a reputation as a strict
disciplinarian as soon as possible. This girl's bottom would be a good starting
place. He knew that she dare not object and would have to allow him to do as he
wished.

He unclipped his new strap, noted how stiff it felt as he ran the split leather
between his fingers and positioned himself to the girls left. He raised the
strap and brought it down hard across the bare skin.

It was a real swine of a stroke even for the most gentle of all the instruments
of discipline in the centre. The recipient was almost knocked forward and
certainly had her breath taken away. He rapidly laid on the following five
strokes with only seconds between them. All were across the plumpest part of the
buttocks with no attempt to offer kindness by spreading the band of pain.

He quickly ordered her to her feet and to face him. This she did as the waves of
pain hit her. Her face was screwed up into a grimace and soon tears were rolling
down both cheeks as she struggled to control herself and remain submissive.

"I trust that was effective Evans? I believe that even minor routine punishments
should hurt. I may continue this discussion later so remain awake until at least
midnight in case I send for you. Understood?"

The girl sobbed and sniffed but managed to agree. She was then dismissed and
Stewart, checking his new appearance in the mirror, prepared to meet the rest of
the staff.

The Chief Wardress in charge of his section was waiting for him outside the
dining hall. Miss Farrow was in her thirties, tall and well built with long fair
hair in a pigtail. Her face, normally frozen in a superior sneer broke into a
smile as he greeted her. She appeared to be happy at addressing him by his first
name, but did not offer her own in return, even during the excellent meal that
they shared at a long communal table. It was to be some time before the newly
confident Stewart found out the reason behind her formality to him.

They were waited upon by young female waitresses dressed in short skirts and
high-heeled shoes. Pinafores covered their fronts emphasising their servant
status. A number was printed on a tag clipped to their chest. They certainly
dashed about and the service was rapid and courteous. He learned that there were
a few male prisoners in the Centre, but it was essentially for the training of
female offenders. When Stewart complemented one for serving him so promptly, he
was immediately corrected by his new boss who told him that they were all
prisoners and the only contact was when he chose to pick fault. She pointed out
small note pads scattered around the table. If a waitress was slow, or made any
mistake he could scribble the details on the form, along with her number, and
the offence would be dealt with at the end of the meal. Within a couple of
minutes he saw the system in operation when a tall slim waitress accidentally
spilt a spot of soup on the table as she served one of the staff. He saw the
look of fear cross her face as the wardress wordlessly leant forward for a pad,
glanced around to see the girl's number and then scribbled a brief note on the
blank paper replacing it in the centre.

He later learned that the job of the staff who were late in for dinner was to
collect the notes and administer any corrections that might have been earned
during the evening. It was only to be an application of their personal strap but
it was always enough to keep the prisoner-servants on their toes when serving
their betters.

During the dinner he was told that his training would have to be on the job as
they were too short staffed to spare him for the formal course at a Training
school at present. He was to report to the Guardroom to assist the policewomen
first thing after breakfast. He was pleased to note that all the wardresses
chatted about the Centre and their work that day without any inhibitions, so,
joined in the conversation describing how he had felt it necessary to beat the
prisoner within minutes of arriving. He was gratified to see the looks and
grunts of approval that came from around the table. Miss Farrow asked for the
details and nodded approvingly as he described his actions.

"Whatever you do Dave, you must follow up on the threat to call her back to the
room later tonight. I would recommend that you give her three good ones so that
she is still stinging when she goes to her bed. Have her strip off if you want,
but don't use her sexually on this occasion as the object is to establish your
severity as a disciplinarian. Let's not forget that you will probably be the
first male corrections officer that they have been punished by, so that should
make it really effective." And with a smile she added: "But don't worry, there
will be plenty of opportunities for personal amusement later!"

A young junior wardress commented how terribly stiff and hard the straps were
when first issued. Miss Farrow recommended a visit to the Centre workshop where
they would oil and flex the strap to make it more user friendly. Again with a
wink she added that they could also make it a little more effective by stitching
small weights in the thongs...but cautioned not to quote her on that as it was
hardly an approved modification.

As a matter of courtesy he felt obliged to match Miss Farrow drink for drink in
the bar after dinner and it was nearly midnight when he made his way rather
unsteadily back to his apartment. He remembered his early promise to Evans and
wondered if he should use her to relax him before he slept. Having thought
things over he thought it better not to take chances, but he could still make
her feel miserable.

It was around thirty seconds from his pressing the summoning bell-push to
hearing a timid knock on his door. Opening it he found an extremely apprehensive
Evans waiting at attention.

He soon had her standing in front of him as he sat in an armchair. He questioned
her and learned that she hadn't been beaten again that night but that her rear
still hurt from his earlier strapping.

"Lets take a look then girl, slip off your skirt and panties and kneel on the
arms of my chair facing away from me".

There was a moment when sheer panic came over the girl's face. She then managed
to get a grip of herself and followed his orders. She reached under the short
skirt and slipped her small regulation panties off. The she unclipped and
removed the skirt displaying the white suspender belt and walked towards his
chair waiting for him to vacate it. Slowly she realised that he had no such
intention and that she would have to mount the chair in the most unladylike
manner, with her intimate areas just inches from his face.

She placed her left knee on the soft arm and was then obliged to lift her right
leg high over his head and the back of the chair before she could rest it on the
other arm. Finally, she had to support her upper body by placing her hands on
the floor either side of his feet. She could feel his breath around her splayed
crotch and flushed with shame as she realised that he was able to examine her
most private areas.

Stewart avoided simply groping the female and instead ran his finger tips gently
down her anal cleft until he reached the anus itself. She was a rather hirsute
specimen and he had to part her dark anal hair to expose the brown puckered
orifice. Then he tantalisingly touched it with his finger tip, pressing
slightly. The marks of his earlier punishment were still livid and had not yet
faded. There were still faded marks of what must have been a severe caning some
days earlier. Obviously this was a place that believed in effective disciplines.

He moved his knees so that they were brushing against her small covered breasts
knowing that she would be unable to move away. He then reached between her legs
with his right hand and, locating the start of her slightly parted vulva drew
his fingertip between the two inner lips feeling their crinkly outer surface.

For a moment he was tempted to take a real advantage of the prisoner knowing
full well that she would simply have to accept whatever he did. Instead he
brusquely ordered her to her feet in front of him.

"On consideration Evans, I think that I went a little easy on you earlier this
evening. I think that I should give you a little night-cap to help you sleep.
Bend over, legs wide, grasping your ankles and brace yourself."

He unhooked his strap, making a mental note to get it oiled, and stood to her
right. The buttocks looked even slimmer when bent over and he selected the lower
half for the impact point. He raised the strap and brought it sizzelling down
with a loud crack that drove her forward an inch or two. He waited for a minute
for the pain to peak and then gave her a second hard one on the same spot. She
managed to remain in position and finally the third one lashed across the
reddened area.

Having been allowed to stand, she had replaced her clothes, bobbed a courteous
"Thank you Sir", and had departed. Stewart, admiring his own self-control, was
soon asleep.

It was a different prisoner that brought his early morning tea. Whilst he was
showering she laid his uniform out on his newly made bed and stood to one side
in case he needed assistance in dressing. She appeared unperturbed by his
arrival back in the room naked and stood, at attention staring straight ahead.

He swiftly dressed and sat on his bed with the girl at his feet to slip on his
uniform shoes. She was in her thirties and more solidly built than Evans. He
rightly guessed that those on servant duty worked shifts and were involved in
the other required activities at the Centre when supposedly off-duty. This could
hardly give them time for adequate sleep let alone any personal needs. He
pondered as to whether he would be restricted to those females on duty in his
accommodation block or whether he could pick and choose from the entire prison
population as the staff seemed to do in his original Centre. As he stood and
dismissed her, he made a mental note to query that very point at the first
opportunity. Looking back on the way he had been so cruelly used he found the
prospect of using a female in the same manner, more than exciting.

Following breakfast in the staff dining room he walked briskly over to the
Guardroom to start his first days work. The Parade ground that he past had a
squad of prisoners being drilled and he could clearly hear the orders of a large
Wardress. The prisoners seemed to be dressed in their formal tunics with large
back-packs and heavy boots and were certainly being worked hard. At one point
they were marched past him, shoulders braced, eyes straight ahead and feet
pumping in rhythm. The morning was already warm and most of them showed
perspiration on their faces.

He walked into the guardroom and was immediately greeted by the duty sergeant.
Carol, as she turned out to be named, was an ex-policewoman in her early forties
who had changed to the Correctional Service after a career in the local City
Police. She certainly cut an impressive figure in her tailored police uniform
and hat. Her attractive face flashed only the rare smile and she created a level
of fear even in Stewart's mind as she detailed what his duties would be.

He was to book in any prisoner who came for one of the unofficial punishments,
enter their details on the police computer and ensure that they were fully
prepared for punishment. Naturally, no formal record would be made of their
offence otherwise there would be little advantage in them volunteering for the
"unofficial". The Police unit would however be required to keep records for
their own use but it could not be referred to by the parole board who determined
whether the prisoner was fit for release. Carol went on to explain that part of
the price the prisoner paid for keeping the offence off their conduct sheet was
that the punishments handed out in the guardroom could be severe, but never as
severe as a formal one would be.

She pointed to a laminated letter that was to be shown to all prisoners on
arrival. This certainly laid the policies on the line and would add considerably
to the apprehension and fear that they would already be experiencing. Stewart
read it:



NOTICE TO PRISONERS.

You have agreed to accept an unofficial punishment, thereby avoiding any
permanent record being placed on your conduct file. Once you have signed the
acceptance book next to this notice you will have no further choice in the
matter. Until that time you may change your mind and elect to be placed on
report for your case to be heard by a Senior Officer in the normal manner.

The type and severity of the punishment will be decided by the duty policewoman,
and any member of the guardroom staff may administer it. There is no form of
appeal permitted should you consider the sentence excessive. What is worn and
whether you will be secured is entirely at the discretion of the staff. At their
discretion, they may request the presence of a Centre Nurse.

You may expect that even a minor guardroom punishment will be painful. You
should not expect any reduction on account of any other recent punishment to the
same area. You may incur additional punishment for further offences whilst in
the guardroom.

Following infliction you will immediately report back to your squad.


So, Stewart thought. Once that book is signed the prisoner will have to accept
whatever one of the policewomen feel like giving them. Such is the price to pay
for keeping any offence of the official record. Carol showed him the holding pen
where the prisoners would be kept until a policewoman could deal with them. It
was a large bleak room with floor to ceiling bars separating it from the main
room. A galvanised bucket stood in one corner and hard benches lined the wall.
He made himself comfortable behind a desk that faced inwards to the cell and
awaited his first client.

A knock came on the door to Stewart's new empire and in came his first prisoner
who stood at attention in front of his desk. She was a solidly built woman of
around thirty years of age. She was tall with her dark hair tied in a pony-tail
that hung down to her shoulders. From her thin vest, short skirt white ankle
socks and trainers, she had obviously been engaged in a hard session of PT. She
was still sweating around the face and the tight white vest was wet in patches,
particularly at the sides where perspiration had run down from her armpits. She
nervously handed him a note.

It was brief and to the point:

Under the box for the prisoners number was written  "237", it was dated and
signed with an illegible name but the reason for her being sent to the guardroom
was clearly written:

"Lack of effort during PT session particularly with leg exercises. Two warnings
and six strokes of the strap inflicted without improvement. Please deal with
her."

Stewart typed in the girl's number on his keypad and in a couple of seconds her
personal file came up on the screen. Her name was Celia Lines aged 32 years and
previously employed as a school teacher. It contained her arrival photographs
where she looked far less dishevelled and apprehensive than she did right now.
It was not an impeccable record with two formal punishments already awarded in
her first six weeks at the centre. Little wonder that she had requested an
"unofficial". Clicking on the guardroom restricted records he noted that this
was her second visit and that she had been unofficially strapped the previous
week for "Failure to pay attention in class". He left the page open as he looked
up at her.

"A pretty appalling record so far Lines, you seem to be both inattentive and
idle so we will have to bring you rather sharply into line with the standards
here." He gave her the laminated sheet of rules to read which she did with her
face displaying even more dread. She signed the acceptance book without any
hesitation however. Glancing through her files he could find no records of any
formal dress inspections and decided that this could be a productive start to
his handling of her.

"There will be some delay before you are beaten, so we must find some way of
filling in the time. Let me see... I think a bra and panty inspection would be
in order...although of course, you won't be wearing a bra for PT will you?

"No Sir",

By now she looked totally dejected as she contemplated how this male was about
to make an unpleasant punishment really unbearable. She heard his voice ordering
her to remove the wet vest, place it on his table and take up the "present" in
front of him.

Stewart ignored the half-naked female standing before him and picked up the
garment that had been covering the upper part of her body. It was designed to
fit tightly without giving any form of support. Sweat permeated the material
especially in the centre of the front where it had run down between the breasts
and under both armpits. It was already beginning to give off an odour. He looked
up at Lines. Her eyes were downcast but she was well braced with her elbows back
so that her average sized breasts were forced into prominence. They were not
large but the nipples were of the puffy variety that always appealed to him.
They were almost like small breasts themselves and were bound to be
super-sensitive.

He moved to stand in front of her and looked even closer at her auroela. Each
one resembled a pink strawberry perched on the upper tip of the breast. He
slowly dragged the back of his fingers across the nipples until they obligingly
sprang to attention. Suddenly he pinched the right one between his finger and
thumb firmly until the prisoner dropped her hands from the back of her neck in a
surprised reaction, but then immediately replaced them.

"You weren't trying to obstruct my inspection were you girl?" he snapped, to
which she stammered an apology for the movement. He transferred his grip to her
left nipple and squeezed even harder.

"It would  be a pity to have the cane across these nipples, just for moving
about a little. Are they sensitive?" He increased the pressure until the girl
started to fidgit, then suddenly released it leaving them both swollen and red.

"Skirt off and then hand me your panties".

Eyes even more downcast she unclipped and removed the skirt then stepped out of
her small white panties handing them nervously to him and assuming the present
position again. She had certainly been working hard and the garment was wet
rather than damp, especially round the crotch. It would, Stewart thought, be
very unfair to punish a prisoner simply because she perspired freely, but on the
other hand, rules were rules. He opened the panties and laid them on the table
with the inside of the material fully exposed.

Both of them stared at the crotch, the female with a sudden feeling of dread.
There was no need for Stewart to claim any soiling to give him an excuse for
further punishment, the evidence of the girl's carelessness was staring them in
the face. There was some noticeable staining around the anal area.

"You are aware of the regulations concerning the cleanliness of prisoners
underwear?" Stewart whispered.

The girl nodded almost imperceptibly.

"Then you will realise that I will have to report you to the duty Policewoman.
Do you have any excuse to offer for this lack of hygiene?"

"S...sir I was in a terrible hurry this morning as our room was going to be
inspected and I didn't have time for a shower".

For a second Stewart almost felt sympathy for the wretch. He could easily
imagine the frantic rushing around as the squad prepared for the room
inspection-the hurried visit to the toilet and then taking a chance on not
having a shower so that the time could be spent polishing and cleaning. He had
no doubt that having caught her out, he should and would follow the matter up,
so that she would be left in no doubt regarding the hygiene standards that were
expected.

No doubt whatsoever.

 To be continued.

Chapter 49.

Stewart had just half pushed the prisoner Lines into the holding cell slamming
the door shut, when in walked his next candidate, an extremely tall and slim
female in her early twenties. She stood to attention and handed him her note
with what he noticed was an already sweating hand.

It seemed that she had been inattentive in a class taken by one of the civilian
lady teachers who had no punishment authority. She had therefore been sent to
the guardroom.

Stewart spent a few minutes on the computer and decided that the girl's record
was pretty good. His mind went back to his own experiences and gradually came to
the conclusion that a school type punishment could well suit this school type
offence. He had her sign the form and was just typing the details up when the
sergeant walked in, obviously ready for business.

She elected to deal with the later arrival first and consulted the
recommendations that Stewart had just typed with a wicked grin appearing on her
face.

"Well, girl, it seems that Mr Stewart has recommended that your inattentiveness
should be punished with a school punishment. I agree and I will give you six
strokes of the school tawse...on each hand. It will leave you with a pair of
rather sore hands that will remind you every time that your mind wanders."

The Sergeant walked over to a rack of implements and having handled three
straps, finally settled on a two foot long length of hide with a split half way
along its length. It was scarcely any more frightening than the standard
wardress strap, perhaps a little longer and heavier but as it was to be used on
her soft palms, the girl became understandably, more nervous.

"I have no intention of allowing your shirt sleeves to get in the way which
might happen if you simply roll them up, so take of your shirt and tie".

With a nervous glance at Stewart the girl slipped off her school tie and then
unbuttoned and removed her shirt. She stood there in her regulation skirt and
white bra awaiting the next order. Stewart noticed that though she was really
slim, her small breasts poked provocatively under the bra material and he
guessed that they were in little need of support. She appeared more shy than was
usual and had probably become used to stripping in front of female staff, but
found a males presence even more embarrassing. He briefly thought of trying to
come up with some reason to make her remove the bra, but then thought that he
would be able to find some justification at a later date. Perhaps he would order
her to his room one night, and take a really good look at her, after all, a
prisoner such as her would be able to raise no objections.

The Policewoman made the girl stand in front of her and then had her raise her
hand with the fingertips pointing forwards, parallel with the ground and the
soft palm uppermost. She lay the leather over the fingers and pushed it up over
the palm ordering her to support the wrist with her other hand.

"I will lay on six strokes. You may drop your hand and rub it after every
stroke, but you must raise it back up and present it to me when I tell you.  I
intend that this will hurt, so brace yourself".

She then slowly pulled the strap backwards until it fell free of the fingertips
and dropped slightly. Then, raising it up over her right shoulder she brought it
down with the tip landing just short of the wrist with a loud "Crack".

The prisoner dropped her hand and rubbed the palm hard as her feet did an
impromptu jig. The order then came:

"Again!"

And she forced herself to present the already stinging palm for more pain.

Stewart was surprised at the way in which the Sergeant allowed the girl a
respite between each stroke, but then realised that any reduction of the pain
gained by rubbing the area would be more than offset by the superhuman effort
that would be required to raise the palm and obediently hold it in place for the
next application. He still found himself watching her breasts as each stroke
landed and could see only the slightest movement under the white material of her
brassiere.

The policewoman continued the punishment using considerable effort to ensure
that the girl felt every one. By the time she had finished with both her palms,
no amount of rubbing them together seemed to ease the searing pain. Stewart then
made her hold both hands out towards him so that he could examine them.

He looked first at her face and saw the teeth still biting on her lower lip. Her
eyes were moist and the left one had a tear running down her cheek. The palms
were crimson with weals running from the tips to the wrists where the edge of
the tawse had made contact. He rubbed his fingertips over the reddened area and
felt the heat that rose to meet them. With a final hard slap of his palms across
the girl's, he dismissed her back to her class wondering how she would cope if
she was required to write at any length during the rest of the day.

 Acting on the Sergeant's instructions, Stewart then retrieved the almost naked
Lines from the holding cell and told her to stand next to the desk on which her
soiled panties and damp vest were displayed. He briefly outlined the prisoner's
offence and then described how he decided to carry out a spot check of her
underwear and what he had found.  The policewoman drew out her long baton and
lifted the vest up to her nose sniffing distastefully. She then replaced the
vest and used it to spread out the panties. She then hoisted them up and held
the offending crotch under the prisoner's nose.

"What in the hell do you mean by being in such a filthy condition girl?" she
snapped. "Surely by now you know the rules concerning cleanliness in this
establishment? I will consider what I will have to do to encourage you to be
careful with your personal hygiene later. To ensure that you work those legs of
yours with more enthusiasm in PT I am going to give them each nine of the strap,
but first, you need a thorough wash. Mr Stewart, would you please escort the
prisoner to the toilet block and ensure that she is properly cleaned".

Stewart knew that this was to be entirely at his discretion and hardly needed
the wink that the Sergeant gave him to start his mind racing. He led the woman
by her arm into the white tiled washroom. Having had her remove her remaining
socks and trainers he ordered her to the present position.

"As you can't be trusted to achieve a decent level of personal hygiene I will
now supervise your shower. You may rest assured that I believe in a "hands on"
approach. Firstly, you will use the toilet to prevent any further problems when
you are under punishment."

There was no form of privacy, the white square asian type toilet simply sat on
the tiled floor in the corner. Lines hesitatingly walked over to it and with a
desperate look in Stewart's direction, squatted over the hole with her bare feet
resting on the widely spaced foot places. It took her a full two minutes before
she was able to release her bladder terribly aware that he was casually watching
the whole process.

She was then told to stand, back at the present, outside the large shower
cubicle. Stewart rolled up his sleeves, picked up a bottle of shower gel from a
shelf and pored a generous amount into the palm of his right hand. He made no
attempt to hide his erection that was blatantly visible jutting forward in his
trousers knowing that it could only add to her humiliation.

He started by rubbing his hand over both shoulders allowing the gel to run down
her back and front. He gave her face a brief wipe with the fluid and then placed
a hand on each breast.

"You might find this process a little embarrassing Lines, but unless you want to
earn yourself even more punishment from the Sergeant, you had better accept
whatever I choose to do to you...understood?"

She muttered her abject agreement avoiding eye contact with him. She knew only
too well that the briefest word from him would result in an infliction of pain
that would be out of all proportion with her offence. She braced even harder
into the present position and resolved to allow him any contact he wished
without complaint.

He gripped her swollen areola with the slippery fingers of both hands and
applied pressure to assess her obedience. They both knew that this was a
deliberate application of pain for no other reason than he had the power to do
it. Despite her rigidly held position she found that her knees were just
beginning to buckle as the pain surged and he suddenly released them. The heavy
squeezing and rubbing of the breasts and hairless armpits that followed was
almost a relief.

More gel was applied to his hand, which then, without warning, slid between her
thighs and covered her pubic mound. He made no comment about her luxuriant pubic
hair but simply concentrated on introducing a finger, along with a copious
amount of gel between her labia. He made no attempt to be gentle; the one finger
was soon joined by another forming a hook that pulled her hips towards him. He
then released the pressure and gently rubbed against the clitoral area until she
started to twitch slightly at his intrusion.

Just as she started to worry that he might even cause her more embarrassment by
the stimulation, he stood back and ordered her to turn around, bend over and
grip her widely spaced ankles.

Another handful of gel was squeezed from the bottle and the prisoner saw, from
between her spread legs, Mr Stewart approaching from behind.

Her position ensured that her buttocks were well parted and the offending cleft
fully exposed to both his eyes and fingers. He started almost gently by tracing
the line between her cheeks with a fingertip, lingering at the stretched but
closed anus. Then he briskly rubbed the gel into the lightly haired area.
Finally, he prodded his finger against her entrance and with a sudden thrust
pushed the well-lubricated digit into the anal ring.

There was of course nothing that Lines could do or say to prevent this cruel
violation of her secret place. She had to remain bent over accepting his fingers
as they probed deep into her rectum with the only indication of her discomfort
being a slight flexing of her knees and a low whimper from her lips.

Stewart considered using a hard scrubbing brush on the female, particularly in
the area that had caused the original complaint. He even thought of joining her
in the shower to ensure that she properly cleaned herself but realised that time
was not on his side. He therefore confined himself to watching her as she
showered under a high pressure spray ensuring that it was selected to cold for
the last two minutes. Even when she had dried herself with a large towel she was
still shivering when she stood before the Sergeant awaiting her punishment.

The policewoman selected what seemed to be a small paddle, but on closer
examination Stewart saw that the six-inch by four-inch blade was a flexible
piece of leather that would wrap round any target. Wrist straps were fitted to
the female and her hands were soon lifted upwards on a pulley system from a
sturdy fastening in the ceiling of the room. Without any explanation she stood
to one side of the victim and laid the implement, with some effort, on to the
front upper part of her right leg with an echoing "Thawack".

Two more strokes were applied to the upper leg leaving angry red squares on the
white flesh. It was obvious from the girl's frantic movement between strokes how
sensitive that are was and she had difficulty in holding her position for the
last one.

Following the beating of her left front thigh, the Sergeant moved to her rear
and the plump back of each leg became the target for the heavy leather. Soon the
prisoner was sobbing uncontrollably with the pain, but the worst was yet to
come. The Sergeant stood with her face only inches from the female.

"Each leg has three strokes to come. I will be applying them to your inner
thighs, which most prisoners seem to find rather sensitive. It will, I hope, act
as a reminder to greater efforts for your next PT session".

Stewart was told to set a stool to the prisoners right and her foot was lifted
and placed on it. This presented and tightened the right inner thigh to say
nothing of displaying the genitalia. Anticipating some reluctance to remain in
position, the Sergeant told Stewart to stand behind the girl and hold her leg
just below the knee to keep it positioned.  Stewart gently ran his hand along
the area feeling its softness, particularly where it joined her pubic mound. He
knew only too well just how severe even a light stroke would be in that area;
not that the Sergeant believed in light strokes. He placed his left arm around
the waist and felt the girl brace.

The swatter was brought down from over the Sergeant's shoulder to impact on the
inner thigh just above the right knee. Standing with his upper legs bracing the
back of the prisoner's thigh Stewart could feel the weight of the strap. The
stroke was then repeated without any delay further up the leg, and finally, a
final swat was placed on the upper part. Despite Stewart's efforts, as the pain
level surged, the prisoner's leg leapt off the stool and she brought it
protectively against the other trying to rub the pain away.

It took a superhuman effort for the whimpering prisoner to place, when ordered,
her other foot on the stool in preparation for that thighs punishment. Stewart
took a firm grip of her and awaited the infliction. All three slaps were applied
within seconds and now the girl carried out a dance of pain desperately rubbing
the reddened and sore thighs together.

Completely indifferent to the moans from her victim, the Sergeant told Stewart
that she would have the girl return in the evening for a session with the crotch
martinet that would, hopefully, make her more careful about her personal
hygiene. In the meantime she would simply understrap her.

Stewart saw the girl's expression change to one of disbelief that her punishment
was to continue all day, perhaps she had been understrapped before or had
witnessed another female so dressed and knew just how uncomfortable the wretched
thing could be. Somehow she managed to control herself as two stools were placed
either side of her and she was told to lift her bare feet and place one on each.
She clearly had no modesty left and hardly noticed Stewart's glance at her
displayed crotch as she took up the splayed and squatting position that the
position of the stools required.

The Sergeant selected an understrap from a small collection hanging on a hook
and advanced towards the girl. She reached behind her and fastened the thin
leather waistband around her and then reached between her legs to pull the
understrap itself up between her parted vulva. She knelt on the floor looking
upwards to judge where the knots in the thin leather thong would rest. Satisfied
that the anus had a suitably chaffing knot in place she repositioned two that
would lay within the soft lips and then pulled the thong hard up into the cleft
making her gasp with pain. The end of the thong was then hooked on to the
dangling elastic tag that hung from the front of the waist strap so that the
fiendish item of intimate clothing would be snug and tight.

By the time the prisoner had dressed in the vest, skirt and footwear only the
experienced eye would detect that she was understrapped from her slightly bow
legged and hesitant walk as she marched from the guardroom to catch up with the
rest of her squad. Even Stewart hoped that she would have no more PT for that
day knowing that even climbing stairs would cause unbelievable soreness to her
most sensitive parts.

The desk Sergeant took the 'phone call. It seemed that one of the male prisoners
had been sent to the medical centre and the duty sister thought that Stewart
might be interested in seeing what transpired. With some haste he made his way
to the medical block and was greeted by the sister who made the call.

"You may know Dave, that if a wardress believes that a genital punishment is
called for, she can by-pass the guardroom unofficial system and we can
administer one here in this building, if you remember, all genital discipline
must be inflicted by one of the nursing staff, for safety reasons. One of the
males has been sent here for displaying an erection. It seems that he had been
put to work in the Staff Gymnasium and was seen to be taking rather an interest
in ladies using some of the equipment. One of them made him drop his
shorts...and there it was in its full glory. Now this could have been ignored,
it's entirely at the individual staff member's discretion, but, if offence is
taken then a punishment must follow. It is up to the wardress to decided whether
what we call a "testosterone" punishment is required and if it is, she can then
send him to us. The rules are simple, once here and having signed the acceptance
book, he can avoid a formal punishment. We don't have many males to punish so I
always give the job to Nurse Jeffries. I will introduce you to her".

They moved down the antiseptic smelling corridor, past a row of seated female
prisoners awaiting treatment who leapt to attention as they passed and into a
small white cubicle room. In there was Nurse Jefferies who looked barely
eighteen, slim, with an unattractive face with long lank brown hair. Perched on
her pointed nose was a pair of rimless glasses that she seemed to spend most
time peering over. With her was a young wardress, markedly attractive in
comparison in her uniform shirt with a one pip on each shoulder. They both shook
hands with firm warm grips and the Nurse having confirmed her name introduced
the other female as Miss Portland. Pleasantries over, the sister left. Stewart
looked around and noted the large wall chart of the male genitalia and the
straps hanging down from a rear wall.

Without a smile the nurse addressed them:

"I have this prisoner here for some aversion training and I thought that you two
newbies might find it of interest. I will be subjecting him to an extended
period of testicle discipline in the hope that it will enable him to control his
reactions in the future. There may be a time and a place for erections, but this
male will have to learn that it is not in this centre. I can't guarantee that I
can teach him to control himself in just the one hour, but I can guarantee that
he will wish that he could".

She pointed out the wooden framework fixed to the wall with its leather straps
hanging loose in various positions. Facing where the head would be fixed, a
large television screen hung down giving the occupant little option other than
to view what might be on the screen. She then muttered something to the effect
that she might as well demonstrate with the offender rather than talk them
through it. She put her head outside the door and curtly ordered the prisoner
in.

A male around 30 entered and snapped to attention. He was around five feet ten
inches tall and obviously fit and tanned from his time in the prison. His short
fair hair and regular features caused a look of more than interest to pass over
the face of the young wardress. Within seconds he had stripped off his denim
shirt and shorts, then his socks and trainers and finally, with a nervous glance
at Stewart, his small underpants to take up the present in front of the three
staff members.

Stewart had always considered himself to be entirely straight, but found himself
looking at the genitals displayed before him with mild curiosity. The prisoner's
penis was already starting to grow and he had what seemed to be rather large
testicles in the hairy scrotum that hung behind it. Nurse Jeffries slipped on a
pair of surgical gloves and handed another pair from the box to Miss Portland
who quickly donned them.

"As you will be required to examine and search the odd male prisoner, perhaps
you would like to check this ones equipment. Remember that he is not your
boyfriend and that we first need to thoroughly examine him without any
consideration towards his discomfort or embarrassment".

The two young girls soon had the male standing at the present. Miss Portland
placed a low stool in front of him and sat on it with her head at the height of
his waist. She took his penis in her left hand and started to gently examine it
with the fingers of her right. The soft gentle touch soon achieved her aim of
ensuring that the organ was rigid. She then painfully snatched the foreskin back
with her left hand to expose the glans, making the prisoner gasp and flinch away
from her grip.

"Hold still boy" she snapped, " I see what you mean Nurse, he seems to be
totally incapable of controlling himself in front of ladies. I can only hope
that your treatment will improve his attitude".

She then continued gripping him with one hand leaving the glans exposed to the
touch of her fingertips on the other as she gently prodded and stroked the shiny
tight surface. She manoeuvred a latex covered fingernail into the slit. All the
man could do as she probed his opening was to try to remain braced with his eyes
downcast to the top of her fair head. Her nail must have been sharpened and the
latex soon split leaving the urethra vulnerable to the sharp edge as it pushed
into the opening causing him some pain. She turned around, face flushed.

"Will we be disciplining this organ during the session Nurse?" she enquired".

The Nurse said that had not been her intention, but if she felt like trying out
a few ideas she could do it in between the main treatments. She asked that Miss
Portland give his scrotum a quick check, as it was time to prepare the prisoner.

The junior wardress transferred her attention to the dangling bulbs gently
hefting them both with her right hand. The she placed her forefinger between the
two and shook it to cause them some movement.  Ignoring the nervous flinching of
the male she held his left testicle with her fingers and, looking at the wall
chart, started to examine to shape and contours through the scrotum covering
with her right fingertips. It took her a few minutes to complete her examination
of the entire scrotal contents and from the number of times the prisoner
flinched, she was less than gentle.

Stewart stood back watching the other two as they secured the poor wretch to the
wooden frame. His back was to the device with his arms outstretched level with
his shoulders and strapped above the elbows and at the wrists. His head was held
against a padded cushion by a wide Velcro-fastened strap around his forehead.
Most of his weight was taken on a ledge that fitted under his buttocks and then
his thighs lifted and fastened just above his knees to two arms that were fitted
into the wall leaving his lower legs hanging down with his ankles strapped to
the same arms. These were then adjusted so that his knees were forced as wide as
possible. In this position his scrotum looked totally vulnerable as it hung low
between the parted thighs. The small stool was placed between his knees ready to
seat his tormentor.

Nurse Jefferies searched in her equipment bag and produced a device that looked
like a small padded fly swat. A springy handle about eight inches long had a
rubber covered grip and at the business end a square of leather heavily padded
on one side in a white towelling material. She explained that this implement had
been designed and approved for testes discipline as it was effective and yet
carried no risks of causing the testicle any damage.

Stewart shuddered at the word "effective" realising only too well that it was
merely a euphemism for pain. Having felt such discipline in the past he was
almost feeling sorry for the male and knew that the slightest touch in that area
and he would be as unable to control himself, as the prisoner. It was even going
to take some self-control on his part if he was to avoid jumping every time the
target was hit!

Nurse Jefferies asked Miss Portland to lift the deflating penis upwards against
the prisoner's stomach to keep it out of the way. She then glanced at the wall
clock noting the time, touched the swat against the outside surface of his left
testicle and then withdrew it some inches from the target.

Without any comment or warning she flicked it inwards so the padding hit the
lower outside quadrant of the bulb with a muffled "Thwock!"

The sound was soon followed by the male gasping with shock-and straining against
the restraining straps.

The Nurse waited for around two minutes to allow the dull ache to subside and
then carefully, but callously applied the swat to the right testicle with a
backhand flick.

Again the gasp followed by the futile straining against the leather straps. Then
a low moan came from his clenched lips as the pain surged.

Stewart recognised that this was the moment of truth for the wretch. He had
dreaded taking this form of punishment from the moment he first heard that it
was possible. But know, having experienced the intense controlled pain that it
inflicted, he was in total dread of the next application. The Nurses comments
did not help in the least.

"That is the first treatment, we will wait ten minutes for the recovery, and
then apply the punishment again. He is down for 40 minutes of therapy so that
means another four slaps per testicle...something for him to look forward to.
Naturally, if he should learn to control himself and not have an erection when I
am about to treat him then I will consider some leniency.  Miss Portland, would
you be so kind as to provide stimulation between treatments? If I am working by
myself I run an interesting video for him to watch but as you are here we might
as well take advantage of your presence. I think that the subject should be
given the chance of displaying self-control before each slap, as that will, in
effect, cause him to appreciate the reason for the pain. Use whatever means you
prefer".

She left the room leaving Stewart and the young wardress alone with the
prisoner. Miss Portland commented on how long they would be in the room for and
conceded that she would have to make herself comfortable. She slipped off her
uniform tie and standing between his legs, scarcely inches from his body and
eyes, unbuttoned the top four buttons on her shirt revealing her small white bra
and the upper surfaces of the breasts that it supported.

She then bent forwards slightly, knowing full well that the imprisoned male
would be able to admire her cleavage even more and gently held his scrotum. He
instinctively stiffened and she spoke in an almost purr to tell him that her job
was to provide the pleasure and to make the most of it whilst the Nurse was
absent. With gentle fingertips she carefully examined the punished bulbs.

"It's such a pity that Nurse has to slap these so hard, perhaps if you try
really hard you may be able to remain nice and limp for when she comes back. I
will be really gentle and all you have to do is think clean thoughts!"

She then sat on the stool opening her legs either side of his hanging scrotum so
that her uniform skirt rode up over her thighs revealing the tops of her
stockings. The poor male could not take his eyes of her and even before she had
lightly gripped his penis, it was already hardening.

She had promised to be gentle and gentle she was. She concentrated on the glans
and stroked it with the tips of her fingers. As it was already dry, she leant
back ignoring how her skirt rode even higher giving her charge a glimpse of her
panty covered crotch and retrieved a tube of lubricant from a surface.

Her fingertips slowly lubricated the tip of the dry penis and the male
reluctantly found himself unable to prevent the slow engorgement of his penis.
Looking down he could see the wardresses un-embarrassed display of her bra
covered breasts and spread thighs. Knowing full well that the time was ticking
away to his next visit from the Nurse, he couldn't help surrendering to the
touch and sight of this young bitch, knowing that he would soon pay the price.

Stewart was almost as absorbed by the wardresses attentions as the prisoner and
found himself instinctively twitching as the door opened an in came Nurse
Jeffries for her next treatment session. She soon exchanged places with the
other young staff member, retrieved her padded swatter and sat looking up at the
increasingly frightened male. She pedantically waited for the minute hand on the
clock to reach the point of ten minutes added to the first application time,
with her left hand cupping the sensitive testicles.

"If only you had controlled yourself I wouldn't have to do this."  She mockingly
muttered. Turning to the other staff she added  "You will note that the prisoner
is sweating profusely, even thought the room is not that warm. This is fear
sweat and is a good sign that I am getting through to him".

The time for discussion was over, with the wardress again lifting the male's
penis clear of the targets, she deliberately delivered another firm agonising
swat to each testicle leaving the prisoner shaking and moaning to himself.

"You probably realise now the routine for this type of punishment boy. I will
return every ten minutes to hurt your testes and if you wish to avoid this
treatment, all you have to do is not have an erection during that time. I will
rely entirely on the reports by Miss Portland and Mr Stewart".

With that, Nurse Jeffries again left the room.

Miss Portland re-positioned herself between the prisoner's legs and resumed her
gentle but firm contact with his penis. This time she hitched up her uniform
skirt and spread her knees so that they made contact with the insides of the
male's thighs thus giving the victim a glimpse of her panty crotch.

It took a little longer this time to calm the shaking male, but eventually the
organ submitted and started to enlarge once more, despite his efforts to remain
flaccid. It didn't help his resolve when she moved her knees to run her gloved
hands up and down his soft thighs or when she gently cupped the testicles
murmuring words of sarcastic pity. By the time the door opened yet again, he was
rock hard.

Instead of taking her seat on the stool, the Nurse went to her equipment bench
and picked up what looked to Stewart like a quarter sized tennis racquet.
Instead of being strung with some form of gut however, this had a fine mesh of
what looked like thin wires. It was, she explained, a punishment device that had
been adapted from an electronic fly swatter and had just been given to her for
evaluation. She demonstrated the small button that, when pressed, charged the
mesh and then invited Stewart to move his palm towards the surface.

There was a loud "crack" and Stewart jumped in surprise at both the sound and
the sharp sting. It was like being hit with an air gun pellet, such was the
force, but when he checked his palm there was only a small red spot where the
device had earthed.

The nurse did not offer the prisoner any courtesy of explanation; she simply
took her seat, lifted the deflating penis clear, charged the device and lifted
it towards his left dangling bulb.

It was about five inches below the target when it earthed, helped perhaps by the
sweat that was dripping off the male prisoner. The prisoner lurched in his
straps and groaned through his clenched teeth. Nurse Jeffries allowed no time
for him to recover before charging the electric paddle again and closing in on
his other testicle.

By now the male had real fear showing in his eyes as it became even more
apparent that these young females could and would hurt him as much as they felt
necessary. There was another "crack" as the device discharged into the other
dangling testicle. Again he struggled in his straps in the ridiculous hope that
he could escape further pain.

Instead of standing up and departing for a further ten minutes, the young nurse
then simply handed the electric paddle to Miss Portland who handed back the
original device. The prisoner's jaw dropped open as he realised that the
electric shocks had been merely an amusing demonstration and that the real
punishment was about to continue. Nurse Jeffries took careful aim to his left
bulb and hit it firmly with the padded swatter. Despite the male's constant
struggle she hit the spot she aimed for and then gave the other hanging testicle
a firm backhander with the same face of the implement.

As the Nurse stood, Miss Portland leapt back on to the stool and started her
tantalising attentions to the poor wretches penis. She realised that she would
have a difficult task to get him fully erect and offending before the nurse
returned and didn't want to allow any further assaults on his agonised testicles
to be avoided.

The Nurse half turned to Stewart:

"Oh yes, Mr Stewart, I forgot to mention, Miss Farrow said that she wanted you
to report to her some time ago. Sorry that I forgot to mention it...hope that it
won't get you into trouble".

With a provocative smile she departed and Stewart, having collected his thoughts
left the hapless male to the uncertain mercies of Miss Portland and followed her
out of the door.

As he hurried towards Miss Farrow's office, his confidence that as an officer he
had no need to be overly concerned in being late, started to evaporate. He
remembered how she had kept him at arms length in not telling him to use her
first name. At the very least he was in for a dressing down.

He knocked on the door and was summoned to enter. He found a furious Chief
Wardress sitting behind her desk and knew instinctively that he was in trouble.

To be continued.

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