DOMestic Bdsm and Female Domination

The receptionist gave no clue as to the reason for his
appointment but merely indicated him to wait by her desk as she
pressed the interphone and announced his arrival. He was then
ushered into the office and came to attention in front of the
large desk staring straight ahead.

The lady Governor was in her early thirties, tall and slim with
her fair hair held back in a formal bun. She was certainly
attractive in a superior sort of way and power dressed in a
formal civilian jacket. Her outfit would presumably include a
skirt hidden beneath the desk top. Her relative youth, certainly
younger than Stewart himself was yet another indication of the
way that the rapid expansion of the Correctional Centres had
provided accelerated careers for the brightest and most
determined candidates.

He was more than relieved to be greeted, albeit by his surname,
and invited to sit. She then addressed him, still with formality
in her voice:

"I'm sure that you will realise that prisoners accorded officer
status require close supervision and monitoring during their six
months probation. All too often it has been necessary to
downgrade them back to prisoner when the initial hopes that we
had prove unfounded. Just before your arrival here I had to
demote one of the female officers who is now one of the inmates
again. I should also point out that the sentence starts again
from scratch and that no credit is given for any previous time
served. It is also pretty unpleasant to find yourself as a
prisoner in the same Correctional Centre where you were an
officer. The staff are anxious not to show any favours and the
prisoners... well... you know what bitches they can be at
times."

"From your record so far you seem to be progressing well and
certainly earning yourself a reputation as a disciplinarian
amongst both the staff and the prisoners. We will however, be
watching you carefully for every day before you are officially
promoted so keep your nose to the grindstone... as they say.
There is one little matter that I need to discuss with you."

Stewart's heart, having just calmed down a little, jumped back
into his throat.

"You will know that we loan out prisoners to be of service in
the local community and we have a request to provide such a
service to one of the local dignitaries, the wife of the Member
of Parliament for this area. She has asked for a group of male
prisoners and a group of females. The males will be supplied
from one of the male establishments and we will be supplying the
females. I understand that the wardress from the male centre has
senior status so you will be under her command and answerable
directly to her whilst you are away. You may have met her when
you were in a Male Correctional Centre, her name is Mrs
Cheeseman."

"I have decided that you will take your squad even though they
are relatively inexperienced. I need hardly say that they will
be expected to totally satisfy this lady in whatever work she
deems suitable for them. I have arranged for you to take a
Touring Equipment kit that will enable you to deal with any
disciplinary matters that arise and I will be happy to authorise
a higher level of punishment powers than you normally have. What
I want Stewart are results and the best result will be a letter
of commendation from the MP's wife."

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Stewart thought back with a shudder to his previous experience
with Mrs Cheeseman when he was at the Male Correctional Centre.
He remembered the time he knew from the daily orders that he was
on "Saddle duty" from 7pm to 8.30pm at night but he'd had no
idea what it entailed.

He was therefore not unduly worried when Mrs Cheeseman stopped
him as he marched by and looked him over carefully. She was in
her late forties with a somewhat lined and over made up face
with vivid lip gloss. Her hair was in a bun and greying at the
temples. He could tell from the way her uniform hung that she
had lost the body of a younger woman and though not too
overweight had a slightly protruding stomach that was moulded by
her tight uniform skirt.

Despite her age she was still then a junior officer and probably
one of those who had joined from other occupations anxious to
grab the chance of a career with such authority. They appeared
even harsher than the younger junior officers and seemed to
possess a sixth sense when dealing with male prisoners, often
allowing them no leeway whatsoever.

"You're the Stewart who is on saddle duty tonight?" she snapped.
"I may well decide to visit so you had better be prepared for
some hard work boy." And she turned her back leaving an even
more puzzled prisoner in her wake.

Stewart had no time to discreetly ask one of his fellow
prisoners about this new duty even if they knew themselves. He
speculated to himself that it was probably cleaning and
polishing the riding gear that the wardresses used, so he
consoled himself that it would be one of the easier jobs that he
could be given. At the worst it would be working in the stables
where he could expect, or guarantee, to be given a few strokes
of one of the crops carried by the wardresses in their riding
gear.

There was a room number next to his detailed order and at 6.55
he presented himself to the door to that room in the Officers'
Accommodation block... and knocked. Hearing a curt "enter" he
marched in and found himself in a well lit windowless large room
with a toilet, bidet and sink.

What surprised him was the large leather vaulting box with a
leather top and wooden walls down to the floor that stood in the
centre. This leather top dipped in the middle to where a hole
around a foot in diameter was placed and behind which was a
padded pommel. Adjustable stirrups were either side of the hole
that would require any "rider" to mount with legs very wide
indeed. Bright spotlights illuminated the area around the hole
from the front and the rear. A wooden rod hung from two ceiling
supports to hang over the horse. Even more strange was what
appeared to be a small door at one end of the contraption.

A young nurse stood in front of him. She was scarcely out of
college with fair hair tied in a ponytail, rim-less spectacles
perched on the end of her nose and a slim lithe body. Young or
not she had the authority to handle male prisoners pretty much
as she wished.

"First visit Stewart? Well, you will soon learn. First I want
you to thoroughly wash your face and clean your mouth with the
items on that table, then when you have dried yourself come over
here to me." She indicated a small table with two buckets, the
first filled with cold water and the second empty.

There was a crude tooth brush and bottle of mouthwash. He
performed his ablutions even more mystified than before and now
more than a little nervous.

When he stood before the nurse, who could scarcely be over the
age of twenty she ordered him to strip and place his clothes on
another small table in the corner. A cold spray of some sort was
liberally applied to his genitals without a word of explanation.
She then produced a rubber device with straps and a long
electrical lead. Having reached round to fasten the waist band
she lifted his flaccid penis and roughly inserted a thin two-
inch probe into his urethra fastening rubber straps around and
down the shaft of his enlarging penis with Velcro fasteners.
Next she firmly grasped his scrotum and fitted it inside an
elasticated rubber pouch that gripped the contents uncomfortably
tightly.

With his genitals trussed up and probed he was then led to the
horse, the door opened and he was told to climb inside.

There was just room to manoeuvre himself. Following the
instructions from the nurse he sat on the small seat and forced
his head through the rubber seal fastened around the hole. He
found that he could adjust the seat so that his head protruded
with half his neck above the seal and the rear of his head
rested against the leather pommel.

Everything was becoming apparent to him. There were two hand
grips in the roof that he could use to manoeuvre himself a
little. He was obviously there to provide oral service to
whoever took to the saddle. The nurse reached in and plugged his
electric cord into a socket fixed to the roof of the horse.

The nurse noted that the light of understanding had crept over
his face and told him that if the wardress was satisfied with
his efforts he could expect a good mark to be recorded on the
scribble pad on the table. If she was not satisfied a low mark
would be given and she pointed to the leather paddle that hung
ominously on the wall.

The wardress would have a remote control available and that
would display the level of erection and enable her to give him
some encouragement to greater effort by means of a sharp shock
to either his penis or his testes.

Stewart then felt a gripping burning pain across his scrotum as
the nurse demonstrated the device, mentioning that it was
selected to one of the lower settings.

He would probably have up to three ladies visit and she would be
back after each to clean him up. There were washing facilities
for the wardresses but that was for after his ministrations as
there was never any need to consider his sensibilities as he was
only a prisoner. He should bear in mind that they would all have
had an early start followed by a heavy physical day rushing
around organising and probably punishing the prisoners. He
should expect them to be a little less than pristine.

As this was his first time a Miss Linley would be his first
"rider" as this section came under her control and she liked to
train all the new male prisoners. The nurse advised Stewart to
"listen and obey" as she was not a lady to be irritated in any
way.

With that the door opened and in she came to stand next to the
horse. She was a heavily built female in her mid-thirties with
short cropped hair and round plain face. She looked down at the
protruding head and grasped the chin to turn it so that Stewart
was obliged to look her in the eyes.

"Right boy, you have probably tried this with your girl-friends
over the years but from now on you had better put every bit of
effort you can in to it. As well as the encourager here..."

She held up the remote giving the button a sharp jab with her
thumb causing the electric to give a sharp rap over the testes
making Stewart jump and gasp...

"...The nurse can give you a good beating with that paddle if
you fail to get high marks. And, don't forget that if you fail
to give any lady full satisfaction or cause her any grief in any
way, you can still be put on Governor's report or sent to the
guardroom to feel one of their canes."

Having dismissed the nurse she ominously locked the door behind
her and slipped off her uniform jacket loosening her collar and
tie. Then she unzipped the skirt, let it fall to the floor and
picked it up placing it on a table.

She stood in her large old-fashioned panties and stockings with
her long uniform boots. She approached the horse and telling her
victim what she was doing, adjusted the stirrups to the position
she required.

"I will just show you how the staff member will position
herself. It will be a 'dry' run with no requirement for you to
carry out any tongue work so you will be able to save your
energies for the other ladies. I have adjusted the stirrups,
this will depend on the size of the rider and how much she
wishes to spread her crotch to you. You will find that some of
the wardresses gape somewhat so that you have easy access to
their intimate regions. Others will be tighter and require a
firmer tongue."

With that she put her foot into the stirrup and with remarkable
ease lifted her other leg over to engage her other foot and
stood up in the stirrups supporting herself with the bar.
Suddenly she dropped her large backside on to the saddle and the
spread crotch of her panties was almost touching his nose.

Thanks to her care in making the adjustments he could see out of
the corner of his eye how her knees were high and wide,
resulting in the material being well stretched with dark bristly
hair lining the gap between the material and her inner thighs.
His nostrils immediately reminded him of the nurse's remarks
about there being no requirement for the wardresses to prepare
themselves in any way and this was supported visually by the
damp stains on the spread material.

Suddenly Miss Linley grabbed the back of the pommel with both
hands and pulled it towards her against a non-return ratchet
that forced and held his face into close contact with the
panties. He was obliged to breathe through the material and he
had to brace himself not to move his head back or display any
sign of distaste.

Next she stood on the horse and carefully turned around with the
boots brushing his face to take up the other position. This
removed the last hope he had that he would not be expected to
service the anal areas of the staff. As she lowered herself down
and leant forward the tight material covering the anal cleft
touched his nose.

She mentioned that not every wardress would require this extra
service, but those that did had better be pleased with his
response. He was almost grateful for the restrictive pommel as
this would prevent any attempt to flinch away from the wardress
in a way that would result in a severe reprisal.

Without any further words, Miss Linley hurriedly dressed and
left.

He heard rather than saw the second wardress as she entered the
room.

After a whispered conversation with the nurse, Stewart had a
semi-translucent latex mask pulled over his eyes that permitted
only a dim shape to be seen. It would seem that the wardress was
somewhat shy to be seen by a prisoner taking her pleasures.

He heard the nurse leave and the wardress use the toilet to
relieve herself and the muffled drumming of the paper as she
pulled on the toilet roll. Following the sound of the flushing
there followed the rustle of clothing and running of water that
he presumed was the bidet being used, contradicting the
information that the nurse had given him about the wardresses
personal hygiene habits.

He was somehow aware that this was a junior member of staff and
he could just make out her outline as she stood next to him
adjusting the stirrups on the horse. She smelt delightful with
the hint of an expensive perfume and even gave his hair a
friendly rub with her hand as if she regarded him as a loyal
equine friend.

She quickly placed her foot in a stirrup and with a grunt of
effort mounted the horse and engaged her other foot in the
stirrup on the other side. Stewart could dimly make out her
parted thighs and how she was pulling the uniform skirt up
around her waist revealing that her panties had been removed.
She then lowered herself until her buttocks were firmly down on
the leather with her thighs well parted and her light pubic hair
touching his face.

The scent of the soap was strong and Stewart could feel his own
arousal, the arousal that would now be displayed to the young
wardress on her remote control. A sharp sting to his scrotum
made him jump so that his face brushed hard against the damp
rough hair.

"Good!" came the young female voice from above him. "We seem to
be connected in every sense of the word so you can start work
and do your best to pleasure me."

It was a young voice, but one that still carried the authority
of an officer who would take nothing in the way of disobedience.
Having used the pain button on the device she would be sure to
use it again should she consider it necessary.

Stewart thrust the tip of his tongue forward and turned his head
slightly so that he could run it up and down her inner thigh
with his left cheek brushing against her uniform stocking top.
He did the same to her other inner thigh doing his best to be as
tantalising as possible.

A voice from above his head told him that she hadn't got all day
and to get in there. She followed the order with a stingingly
sharp shock across his scrotum. He thrust his tongue forward
until it parted the tight soap smelling labia and starting at
the lowest point, flicked it upwards until he found the crinkly
feeling swelling at the top.

He then licked as if his very life depended upon it, feeling the
gentle heaving of the young wardresses thighs and the increased
pressure on the back of his head as she pulled the pommel
towards her and thrust her crotch hard into his face. In just
seconds the girl was moaning her pleasure and bouncing in the
saddle, thus making it difficult for Stewart to follow her
movements with his mouth and tongue.

Despite the discomfort to his nose with the bristly pubic hair
he fought to keep in contact, even to the extent of gripping her
labia gently with his teeth. Finally, with an animal scream she
slowed down and slumped over with her stomach resting on his
head.

He nervously continued to suck and lick, not knowing whether she
was fully satiated or not and received a savage jolt of
electricity around his penis for his efforts. Without a word she
dismounted and he heard the sound of the bidet followed by
clothing being replaced.

The Nurse returned, snatched the latex blindfold off his head,
placed a steel dish under his chin, and then produced the
toothbrush with paste on the bristles. Placing her left hand on
his head she reached down with two fingers to uncomfortably pull
his nostrils upwards as she pushed his lower jaw down with the
hand holding the brush. This was forcefully introduced into his
mouth and roughly moved around scrubbing his teeth, tongue and
inner cheeks with the same effort that she would normally use on
a horse. It didn't help that the toothpaste was strongly
astringent and stung his sensitive gums.

Satisfied she removed the hard brush and gave him some foul
smelling mouthwash to rinse out with, spitting the results into
the bowl under his chin. A final wash around his nose and mouth
with a disinfectant soaked cloth left him prepared, at least
physically, for his next "rider".

The Nurse departed and he was left alone for a couple of
minutes, wondering who his next visitor would be and
contemplating that if they were all like the last female, that
this would be one of the better and more pleasant duties in the
centre.

The door opened, closed, and he heard the sound of the locks
being put into place as he craned his neck round to see who it
was. As the wardress turned away from the door he recognised her
as the one who had first mentioned this saddle duty to him
earlier in the day: Mrs Cheesman.

She was dressed in her full wardress uniform from her polished
boots to her uniform hat. Around her waist, from the thick belt
hung the strap and prodder. She walked over to the horse and the
protruding male head with a sneer across her heavily made up
face.

"Well Stewart, how does it feel to be on Saddle Duty?"

Without waiting for his reply she suddenly leant over and gave
his exposed wet face two ear ringing slaps with the palm and
back of her gloved right hand.

"Understand this Boy, don't try to pull any clever tricks with
me. They may work on one of the young wardresses but I have
spent a lifetime with males like you... and now it's my time to
give the orders. I spent years of my life working as a waitress
and skivvy in top London Hotels and have had a bellyful of
arrogant young studs ordering me around, doing their fetching
and carrying."

She leant over so that her lined face was only inches from
his...

"Your chances of reaching my high standards tonight are less
than zero, but if I even think that you are not giving the task
200 percent effort... you will wish that you hadn't been born!"

Without any thought of modesty, she slipped of her gloves,
walked over to the toilet, sat down and relieved herself in
front of him. Not even the sound of water hitting water seemed
to embarrass her and when the sound ended she simply stood
pulling her panties into place.

Stewart noted that she made no attempt to use any toilet paper,
nor did she even glance in the direction of the bidet. She
sauntered over to the horse and lifted his lower jaw with her
fingers. He noticed that they smelt strongly of leather and
deduced that this was from her regular handling of her leather
punishment strap as well as her regulation uniform gloves.

In her left hand she held the controls to the electrical device
fitted to his genitals and he noticed that she adjusted the
intensity control to just over midway... knowing that this
setting would just be for starters.

"I will be on the horse for some time so I hope that your tongue
has plenty of stamina. I will of course encourage you..."

There was a gripping jolt around his scrotum...

"...whenever I deem it necessary, and I will not hesitate to
have you beaten when I have finished with you should I think you
have failed in any way to work hard. Finally, Stewart.... have
no doubt that if you fail to give me a really thorough set of
orgasms... you will be on official report for failing to obey an
officer's direct order."

She slowly started to remove her uniform, starting with her hat
and jacket.

"Unfortunately Boy I was in rather a rush this morning, you know
the sort of thing. I had to throw on yesterday's shirt and
underwear and just didn't have time for a shower. It's been a
very warm and humid day and I seem to have spent most of it
laying my strap across some prisoner's backside so I seem to be
rather hot and sweaty. If you had any say in the matter, which
you don't, you would probably suggest that I use the bidet over
there but as a prisoner being trained in showing respect and
obedience to females... you will just have to accept me as I am.
Everything that happens in this room will be on my terms so you
had better not display any reluctance."

Reaching under her skirt she slipped down and removed her white
panties. They certainly looked well worn and crumpled. As she
moved closer to him with her hand holding them at a distance he
could see the dampness of her under-arms and caught the first
whiff of body odour from her shirt.

She held the panties a couple of feet in front of his face
slowly turning them around. They were heavily stained and the
crotch moist from her recent use of the toilet in the room. As
she draped them over his face the olfactory results of her lack
of concern about her personal cleanliness hit him. Mixed in with
the acrid smell of died urine was the scents of body sweat and
vaginal secretions. He had to force himself not to turn his head
and allowed the moist material to rest on his nose.

With a girlish giggle she rubbed his face hard with the garment
and left it just in front of his face lying on the stained
leather surface.

"Let's start shall we?"

She adjusted the stirrups with some speed suggesting that this
room was a regular place that she visited. With one foot in a
stirrup she lifted herself up with the overhanging bar so that
she stood in the stirrups, wriggled her skirt up around her
waist and then lowered herself down to sit on the horse.

She had certainly adjusted the stirrups to the maximum effect.
Her heavy thighs were spread indecently wide with her crotch
just inches from Stewart's face and resting on her discarded
panties. Her labial folds seemed loose, and were gaping wide,
displaying her private entrance instead of being covered by her
long and dense pubic hair.

At this point Stewart wished that the blindfold would be placed
over his eyes for this wardress and not the first. Her finger
pointed to an enlarged clitoris that would have peeped from
between her inner lips with her legs closed, but now stood
jutting forward. Stewart had heard of such pronounced genitalia
but now he was just inches from one that looked more like a
small penis than something female.

The panties had in a way prepared him for her bodily scent but
even so, he knew that he would have to get into the very seat of
the source without showing any form of reluctance. Without
waiting to be told he thrust his tongue at the pink centre,
closed his lips around the base and started to flick the tip
with his tongue.

The hood and clitoral area tasted bitter and he tried to ignore
the scent that assailed his nostrils. He knew that any complaint
would only result in a thrashing and having to face the problem
later. He licked and sucked alternately and could feel the hood
and clitoris swelling. Suddenly, to his surprise, Mrs Cheesman
let out a low moan and lifted herself away from his face and off
the horse.

For a brief second his hopes rose that his ordeal was over, but
then she spoke:

"Good, that's got the first one over and I can relax a little. I
will get myself ready for some real tongue work now."

She removed her belt, skirt and shirt without any trace of
modesty. In her eyes a male prisoner had no status in life and
like a dog, his presence simply did not concern her. Stewart
noted her large brassiere, her swollen lower stomach that the
suspender belt cut into and her cellulite marked waist and
thighs.

Finally, leaning forward, she undid the bra and removed it
allowing her two breasts to hang free against her lower chest.
These had little firmness and swung at her slightest movement
The nipples and aureolae were wrinkled. She lifted each breast
in turn and scratched around the nipple with her finger-nail to
dislodge some dried skin then turned and stood, dressed only in
her boots, stockings and suspender belt.

"Let me see your tongue Boy."

She grasped the organ with the finger tips and thumb of her
right hand and pulled it fully out, twisting and turning it
under the bright light until Stewart started to gag. Satisfied,
she mounted the stirrups and was soon fully splayed in front of
him with the labia flopped fully and her entire genitalia on
display with it's crinkly folds and dark opening.

"This time I want you to clean me out starting on the right side
of my thigh, above the stocking tops, working across to my pubic
hair and then into my vagina. I want more of a housekeeping
effort than anything erotic."

Stewart turned his head to the left and started methodically
licking her inner right thigh tasting the sweaty skin as he
licked it clean. The area was plump and he had some difficulty
in forcing his tongue into the sweaty junction between thigh and
crotch. His tongue then moved on to her pubic hair that felt, to
his increasingly tender tongue tip, even coarser than it
appeared. It certainly held the scent of the bodily secretions
but against all his instincts he continued to wash and lick
moving inexorably towards the outer labia that marked the edge
between the hair and her splayed and wrinkled lips.

An excruciating jolt to the tip of his penis was followed by a
curt order from above his head:

"Now clean the inside Boy!"

Taking a deep breath, which he instantly regretted, he extended
his now tired tongue fully and started on the soft female folds
in long slow licks. He felt a surge of panic well up in his
chest realising that his tongue was getting more fatigued and
slower by the second and yet knowing that any sign of this would
result in another gripping shock.

It did.

This time the electrodes placed alongside each testicle was
triggered, and the level must have been turned to at or near
maximum. It felt for a brief second as if his balls had been
trapped between two hot bricks and he pushed his face into the
wide opening exhaling a long moan.

He had to admit that the fear of a repeat shock cured his
fatigue and he went back to his slavish work until another order
told him to go for the centre. To his relief the orgasm was
almost instantaneous and accompanied by a jet of fluid that hit
his mouth and chin.

The rest as she shuddered and twitched was all too short and he
was soon starting on the other thigh, working inwards. Once
again his scrotum contents paid the price for the slowness of
his tongue on two occasions. He did give in to a brief hope that
she would show some mercy as she must have known just how tired
and sore his tongue must be but then realised that this sort of
woman, when given the authority over him, was incapable of such
feelings.

Again he succeeded in triggering her senses and she then moved
away from him and stood in the stirrups. Stewart's hopes rose
that this could be the end but she simply turned around to face
the other way.

"You're here to learn respect for females Stewart," she muttered
over her shoulder. "Look on this as a little test of your
obedience to a wardress rather than anything sexual. Get
licking!"

She lowered herself down with a thud on to the leather and
leaned forward. Her ample buttock cheeks were well spread and
the anal cleft exposed with only the thick pubic hair affording
any protection from his gaze. He almost sniggered thinking how
appropriate the first part of her surname was to this particular
officer but then realised that any joke was on him. The
combination of stale perspiration and bodily scents would have
to be ignored and the ultimate service to another human carried
out without hesitation. He moved his head forward in the latex
collar until his extended tongue touched the centre of the
valley... and started his servitude.

Perhaps she derived some sexual pleasure from his tongue,
perhaps some sexual pleasure came from forcing this humiliation
upon him; he would never know. Certainly every time his tongue
tip slowed a sharp jolt hit either his glans, urethra or testes.
Cleaning the cleft was bad enough with the matted hair sticking
to his lips and teeth but when he reached the puckered centre he
was made aware of the need to clean even that with yet another
shock across his genitals. He forced the sore throbbing tip of
his tongue against the sphincter until it relaxed slightly and
enabled him to penetrate a little. He was there to clean the
area and clean it he did, forcing back his desire to rebel
against the smell and the taste.

Sensing that he had achieved at least a reasonable standard he
was determined not to slacken and finished by giving long
strokes of his now drying and sore tongue up and down the
vertical hairy cleft until Mrs Cheeseman stood up in the
stirrups.

Without a word she climbed down, dressed and left leaving him in
the hands of the nurse. After she had carried out the harsh
cleansing of his mouth and teeth with the paste burning the raw
sensitive tongue she announced that he would not be required for
the rest of the night as his next staff member had been called
away. It was a relieved prisoner who climbed backwards out of
the horse and stood whilst the nurse removed the electrodes from
his crotch.

He was about to dress himself when the Nurse reached up and
removed the leather paddle from the wall. It had a long flexible
shaft with a small round thick business end about three inches
in diameter. The design was obviously to concentrate the whole
weight of the paddle to a small area on impact. His heart almost
stopped, surely he hadn't received any complaints and both
wardresses had achieved orgasms.

She stood in front of him, shorter than he by a good few inches
and stared at him through her glasses.

"Unfortunately boy, neither member of staff seemed to have
remembered to fill in their comment sheet so I have no way of
assessing whether you have earned a beating or not. I hate to
say this but I had better err on the side of safety and give you
a good walloping. No point in me taking a risk. It does seem a
shame as I'm sure that you tried hard and this paddle is a real
nasty one if I concentrate on a small area... but I have to
follow the rules."

Stewart couldn't believe that after all the humiliation and hard
work he was still going to be beaten by this young girl just
because she hadn't bothered to check with the staff members that
he had worked so hard for. He dismissed any thoughts of asking
her to go easy because of his already tender buttocks from
previous corrections as he knew that the rules specifically
forbade such humanity and he was obviously in the hands of a
girl who followed the rules to the letter.

She soon had him standing with his feet apart and leaning
forward with his hands flush against the wall. She gave a brief
warning as to how he was to remain in position until she told
him otherwise and that she would concentrate on a spot on the
lower side of his buttock just above the thigh.

Then she started.

The first blow landed with a "thwuck" sound on his right
buttock, exactly where she predicted then the rest of the ten
strokes she had arbitrarily decided upon followed at a few
second intervals to exactly the same spot. She grunted with
effort each time she brought the heavy disc down and the
cumulative pain was indescribable requiring Stewart to summon up
every ounce of resolve to remain in position.

She then gently examined the area with her fingertips.

"Mmmm. I could let you have the other ten on the same spot as it
would be very effective, but you will already be getting a
severe bruise there, so I will go easy on you and let you have
the rest on the other cheek. Don't think of moving unless you
want to have a visit to the guardroom and then have to come back
to have this beating all over again."

The thought of a guardroom cane hitting the area with even more
whacks than with this diabolical paddle helped Stewart to remain
leaning on the wall even though his knees bent with each stroke
as he desperately absorbed the pain the young girl was handing
out.

At last it was over and he dressed with the two throbbing areas
hurting like hell. He also knew that this concentration of
strokes was done deliberately to make the punishment as vicious
as possible and that he would be in pain for several hours. He
just hoped that he could avoid further punishment on the area
for a few days.

He was dressed and just about to leave when, sorting out some
papers on the desk the Nurse triumphantly found the papers that
she was looking for.

"Oh dear!" she murmured. "It seems that both ladies did tick the
forms and placed you in the acceptable band so there was no need
for the punishment. I won't apologise Stewart as it will all
help to make you a better prisoner won't it?"

What could he do?

He felt like slapping her but knew that he must simply accept
that a mistake had been made or that more probably he had been
deliberately set up for the girl's amusement, he had been made
to suffer unnecessarily and that she was now gloating at his
impotence to do anything about it. He reacted in the only way he
could with eyes looking at the floor in front of her feet:

"Thank you Miss."

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The Governor's next remark snapped him back to the present.

"You will leave first thing in the morning, it will be a long
drive in the prison van so make sure that the prisoners are
properly seated and that you use the equipment in the van for
their hygiene requirements."

Awaiting the order to "dismiss" he was surprised when the
Governor continued with her talk:

"Assuming that you come back with a good report, you may look
forward to resuming your duties as a prison officer with a
little more authority. I have long been aware of the imbalance
between male and female officers and the very useful
contribution that the right male officer could make to improving
the discipline here in the centre. I therefore have it in mind
to appoint you to be a Male Disciplinary Officer who will have
wide powers of punishment on both formal and routine occasions.
I have noted that some female prisoners react more to being
dealt with by lady correctional officers and some by male
correctional officers. We will, I hope achieve the worst of both
worlds for the inmates."

"So Stewart, it's down to you, come up with a good report from
this visit and you will carry on where you left off with your
squad but with increased duties and status. Dismiss!"

Stewart hurried back to the squad's accommodation to brief the
senior female. They would have just a few hours to collect their
travel hold-alls, pack their kit and get some sleep before being
called at 0400am for ablutions, room cleaning and breakfast. He
would inspect them at 0730.

But first he had to deal with the four who had committed the
early offences:-

Having called Dickinson into the office, he briefed her on her
new status as squad leader and fastened a red neck band around
her throat that would signify her status even when stripped. Yet
another recent introduction to the administration of this
particular Correctional Centre.

The new squad leader soon had the eleven other prisoners paraded
in the punishment room. They were dressed in the formal blouse
skirts and ties and stood in a rigid line that she then joined.
Stewart slowly walked up the front then the rear of the line
examining the prisoners dress for any infractions. Three of them
were visibly shaking and all were wondering whether they were
the ones who had failed the earlier panty inspection.

No effort had been spared to present themselves as correctly as
possible and Stewart even muttered a "Well done" to them as he
stood them at ease and proceeded to the matter in hand. They had
all noticed the two piles of thongs that he had placed on a rear
table. He picked up the four offending garments and read out the
names of the owners from a piece of paper.

One of them was Thorpe.

"It seems that these squad members have yet to learn that I will
not tolerate any carelessness with a prisoner's personal
hygiene. I could place all of you on report and you would then
have to face the Governor with your excuses before she decided
how you should be punished. I would prefer to punish you myself
but three strokes of the strap would be insufficient to ensure
that you were taught the seriousness of your offence. I have
therefore asked one of the centre nurses to attend this session
so that an appropriate punishment can be inflicted. Whilst we
await her arrival I will still give you three with the strap so
that you can feel my personal displeasure."

It would be some time before they were allowed to their bunks.