Prison Farm Pleasure!

                                 TJ Ryder

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                               Chapter 1

                             Paula's Choice!

     Summer at Oakdale Reformatory, the experimental female-run

facility for the correction of male offenders, was very pleasant, for the guards, with green meadows surrounding the starkly black and white huge concrete block house.

  The female guards who oversaw the male prisoners outside as they worked in the

fields and inside as they came and went from their cells had devised many sporting

competitions for both their amusement and the further training of the males,

foremost of which became known as the Riding Academy, the training of male

ponyboys.  Alma, a beautiful guard had just dismounted from her steed as he

dripped sweat, crawling on all fours.  They were both nude as usual, and it

had been a nice afternoon until he had given out, and she had to use the riding

crop to get him back to the stable.  Maria came out with a harness and inspected

her mount.

    "Tsk, Alma, you should have put kneepads on him before your ride.  This one's

out of the Saturday race now."

   Alma frowned, "how was I to know? I thought he was well broken and he bucked

a little at first so I forgot."  Maria was filling in as ponyboy trainer and led the wobbly kneed young man back to a straw filled stall,  wondering what to do about his huge erection drooling cockjuice.  Many of the ponyboys were distracted by the luscious feminine bottoms covering their naked backs and after a bit, began

to be too distracted for anything but the flogger, but the ponyboy trainer

was now an assistant warden, and nobody had filled her job yet.

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    Back in the prison farm proper, several people were to experience a profound

change, bringing excitement and satisfaction for 4, and agony for 3.

   Inside his cellblock, Will G, 21 year old college student accused of sex

harassment and sentenced to 6 months had just received a new duty assignment

and he couldn't figure it out. Riding School?  He knew only one thing, he was

going to be grouped with others and sent to the Riding Academy the next afternoon.

********

   Outside the facility in an apartment in a nearby suburb, two girls made their

plans for the day.  Paula and Tammy, lovely young women who were roommates

and much more, were talking about job opportunities.

   Paula, a buxom blonde, had long had aspirations to be a guard at Oakdale,

and was just getting ready to show up for volunteer work and perform a psychological study.  Tammy, a lush brunette college student, was wondering about a job there also, the only large employer in the rural area.

   "You owe it to yourself," Paula said, "to at least apply.  I go over there

all the time and it's just wonderful."

   "But," Tammy wondered, looking at the job announcement, "It says

they want someone with experience to run their riding stable.  I know everyone

in town, and nobody ever remembers Oakdale buying any horses."

   "Come on, so what?  You have the experience, and its a job."

   "But, I know you like it, males in chains and all, but I just

don't know if I could handle all that stuff."  Paula said she was shocked a

little at first herself, but it passed quickly, and now she looks forward to

being there.  They separated, but Tammy did agree to make a trip up there

to apply.

********

   Paula was in a hurry to get there before the first shift started, and went

through the checkpoint, saw her first naked males and smiled at the cute female

guard waving at her, and parked her car.  Getting out, she dashed over to the

fieldhouse bunker.  She was in luck, it was quiet.  The big room had a desk and

three flogging racks, along with other devices.  It wasn't designed for the

intricate work meted out in the Punishment Room in the main complex, a place she

fantasied about, but was designed as an unscheduled punishment area.

  Greeting the two staff members inside, Elena and Sara, she took a seat on a padded bench and took out her class notebook. She was supposed to study and take notes of 25 punishment sessions and then do follow up work on each inmate to complete the class and during two months she had only done 15. She asked Sara if they had any subjects scheduled today.

   Sara, a cute redhead, looked at the calendar. "Nope," she said, "nothing

prescheduled, but the shift report hasn't come in yet."  Elena looked up from

a magazine and asked how her job application was coming along.

   "I don't know, I have to observe and report on all discipline and incarceration

topics and submit it. And they talk about budget cuts and I keep getting a stall."

She had gotten in the habit of tracking when discipline was handed out, and

wanted to be on hand for her study, and also now because she loved to watch.

She brought a book along in case it was a slow day.

   She also began changing her clothing since the guards were quite flexible,

especially when performing discipline.  She wore a very low cut dress today,

braless, and a short microskirt, with little jewelry. She liked making her

impact on the imprisoned males.  The boys who were sent here for some

infraction  during a work shift usually got a flogging.

  Usually they were flogged until they broke, but there was no time for other games the guards said they enjoyed when they had time, like puppy training, or pony boys, things she wanted to watch.  This was just a flogging room, and sometimes she had seen 5 or 6 at a time.  Yesterday the room was very quiet as a whole shift went by without anyone being sent in, but she didn't really mind.  It had to happen occasionally. 

    Today she looked up and smiled as a pretty guard led three males in wearing their thin white pajamas they wore outside working in the fields!

   Tim J, a 19 yr old student, was in the middle as he looked at the inside of

the whipping room for the first time and was surprised to see three more beautiful girls inside it!  One was typing, and one reading a magazine, and

one didn't even wear a uniform and had a book open. Elena, in a stern voice,

ordered them to strip, and soon each one was totally naked, in manacles,

spreadeagle in a row, with their wrists attached to ceiling hooks.  Both of

the guards got up, joked with the guard who brought them, as they took their

workbelts off.

       Paula frowned as she realized they were all going to be

flogged at once because there were enough guards.  She preferred to watch

each one separately and now she realized she had to choose the right one.

  Standing up, she stood in front of each, the boys looking back at her fearfully,

as she looked at each one in the eyes, trying to assess who would be her favourite.

    Tim watched the gorgeous teenager stand right in front of him, half smiling as she looked him up and down with a smug expression, but also with interest.  He frowned a little, thinking she was being nosey and she went to the next boy as the

guards began to pick up their dreaded whips.

   Finally she returned and pulled her stool right in front of him, and he realized she had made her choice! Sitting on it with a clipboard on her lap, her legs and thighs showing a lot of skin. He stared at her ripe cleavage, and involuntarily began to harden.  She smiled smugly, exhaled, moistened her lips as she arched her fabulous breasts at him.  Then he realized with a shock she was going to study him for the whole whipping. 

   Elena talked to the other girls, and finally stood in the middle, getting

ready to do Tim.  "Okay gentlemen," she said, "wer'e about to begin..  Your'e

here to be flogged, by us!  Your'e each going to get a hundred or until you pass out.  And then we will just revive you and finish!  Either way you are going to suffer today.  Go ahead and scream if you want to!"

   "As if they have a choice, " giggled Sara, the pretty redhead who had traded her typewriter for a blacksnake whip!

   "That's true," Elena chuckled, her nipples getting hard at the idea of three boys, their smooth unmarked bodies helpless under their whips.  "And it will be quite painful, I promise," pausing,  "afterwards,I want you to sincerely thank your punisher or you'll get more." Elena moved to the middle, doing the one Paula

was sitting impatiently waiting for.

   "Paula dear, aren't you a little too close to him?"

   "I like to sit close, ma'am! You mean you might hit me?"

    "Oh no, don't worry about that!  I was just thinking you might ruin your

nice blouse and skirt!"

    Paula looked down and saw the dark red marks soaked into the concrete floor.

    "Oh thank you, just a moment!"  She began to unbutton her blouse, and the long deprived boys groaned as each button revealed more sweet firm flesh.

    Sara giggled, saying the boys didn't seem to mind!  Paula smiled, seeing three big boners now as she slipped her top off.  So she turned her beauteous bottom to them as she bent over, slipping down her short miniskirt, so they saw her bikini panty-clad bottom for a few moments, gasping and groaning. Then she resumed her seat on the stool, almost nude, her big teenage breasts swaying with already hard nipples, and her horn rimmed glasses as she rested her clipboard on her crossed thighs.

   "I'm ready, (sigh)!" as she breathed in, as the boy on her left got the first

lash, followed by the boy on her right, biting her lip as she waited for her own boy to suffer.

  Finally she was surprised by the WHACK!! as she was concentrating on his face, hearing his cry of pain and watching him contort with the burning pain across his bare buttocks.   As soon as he tried not to scream, she moistened her lips.  After several more, as each woman methodically took their time,  the boy's face contorted more and more, as she studied him, ignoring the crying and sobbing from the other boys.

  WHACK!  And he writhed and screamed, as she sighed with relief, absently cupping her right breast and squeezing it.  Besides the male screaming and begging, the girls made their own noise now, giggling, squealing with delight, sighing with satisfaction, teasing the males, their own pussies flowing and drenching their panties, their own sighs and groans as cuntcream flowed down their downy thighs as the males writhed, screamed, contorted.

  Paula noticed two of the guards began to caress their throbbing pussies but she didn't want to do in front of them, but then after one particularly wicked WHACK and a writhing scream, she felt a hot liquid drop on her right thigh.  She looked down and saw a bright red drop of blood.

   "Ooohhhhh!" she sighed, and hitched her stool closer, arching her big breasts out with hard nipples, and soon each lash and them the boy writhed the more droplets of bright hot blood landed on her breasts.

   "Are you sorry now, boy?" she teased, sighing as she began rubbing the warm blood into her pink skin.  She touched her damp pussy as she uncrossed

her shapely thighs then, her mouth partly open and her eyes half closed

as she leaned forward to drink and breath in his screams, and then felt

a drop on her cheek. Her tongue tasted the salty blood, and she moaned

and put her finger on her hard clit as she timed her orgasmm to the

writhing screaming entertainment.  One by one the girls finished whipping

and the boys dangled half conscious, red striped and bleeding, moaning

and still begging for mercy, sobbing with pain.   Elena put her whip down

and smiled with satisfaction, her face flushed and panties dripping like the

other two guards, who had begun making out discreetly.

   Seeing Paula stand up and look down at her body, droplets all over

her breasts and thighs, she laughed.  "I warned you, honey; but it is

such a nice feeling though, sometimes I stand in front of a boy naked

while a girl works on his back!"

   "It was very nice, ma'am.  It made the experience more intimate!"

   The semi conscious boy, still half sobbing, weakly raised his head, sweat

drops in his eyes, and saw the beautiful girl smile as she gathered up

her things and made eye contact with him.  She waved her fingers and

said bye as he watched her bikini panties swish out.  It was like they had a date, and in a way they shared a special experience.  Flushed with pleasure,

Paula stood in front of the Ladies Room Mirror as she used a wet paper towel to

wipe the blood drops off, and then slipped down her soaked panties.   She

opened her purse with a smug satisfied smile.

  "I think I'll tell the next boy I always bring an extra pair of panties and see what he thinks!"

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