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.
