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Correction Officer Joanne Wilson had enjoyed her summer job so far. She had been working at the Female Correction Institute for two months and had succeeded in keeping the true nature of her full-time job a secret from her boyfriend Peter. Just as her boss, Karen Savage, had been advised, Joanne was a natural when it came to administering judicial-level punishments and had picked up the various aspects of the job quicker than most people.
Despite her initial doubts, the twenty-year-old ex-Head Girl at St. Katherine’s School, had found it remarkably easy to act stern and uncaring towards those she either had to prepare for punishment or administer their sentences herself. The other ladies who she worked with often remarked at how natural she was at caning or strapping the female prisoners who were unfortunate enough to be brought before her. Joanne admitted to her close friend, and former Form Mistress, Rebecca Mulligan, that she enjoyed her job and the money that came with it.
That Monday, at the end of August, Joanne was on the late shift and was working with Laura Concannon. They had worked non-stop, having administered twelve punishments that day. It was typical for a Monday. A hangover from lots of young people being arrested for being drunk and disorderly that previous Saturday night. The girls had alternated between administering the punishment to the prisoner and managing the punishment.
For their last case of the day, it was Joanne’s turn to deal with the prisoner, a twenty-year-old woman called Maddy West, who had been sentenced to twelve strokes with the fearsome prison strap on her bare buttocks for being arrested for being drunk and disorderly in town. The girl had then resisted arrest, which meant that she received a maximum sentence of twelve strokes.
After she had made sure that the punishment room was tidy and in order, Joanne laid the thick, tan coloured, Canadian prison strap on the table in the far corner of the room. She then made her way along to the main reception, where prisoners had to report to before their punishment. The young Correction Officer opened the door to the reception room with her security pass and leaned over the counter, where the receptionist, Louise Collins was looking forward to the end of her day.
“Your 5.30 is here, Miss Wilson.” Louise pointed with her pen at the young lady sitting nervously on the seats in reception.
“Thanks. Have a nice evening if I don’t get to speak to you before you go.” Joanne Wilson smiled and began to walk across to where the girl was sat.
She paused for a moment and looked down at Maddy West, who was the same age as she was.
“Miss West?” Joanne Wilson asked coldly.
Maddy West took a moment and then looked up at Joanne who stood there in her Correction Officer’s uniform.
“Yes.” The young woman answered and focused completely on Joanne.
“Come with me, please.” She said and walked to the door, opening it with her security pass.
The blonde-haired twenty-year-old woman got to her feet slowly and walked towards the door, looking at Joanne before walking through from reception and into the corridor. Joanne Wilson let the door close behind her with a loud slam and stood to the right hand side of the prisoner.
“Follow me.” Joanne Wilson instructed sternly and walked down the corridor.
She stopped at the end of the corridor and opened a heavy blue door with her security pass. It beeped, and she pulled it open, gesturing for Maddy to go inside. The girl complied, and the young Correction Officer allowed the door to slam shut before walking up the stairs with Maddy.
“Okay. You are going to wait in a cell until we are ready. You need to take all your clothes off.” She instructed and watched as the younger girl walked inside the small, white-tiled room.
Joanne stared as Maddy West sat down on the bench in the cell and began to untie the laces on her trainers. After a moment, the Correction Officer closed the door quietly and walked back down the corridor.
Joanne Wilson returned five minutes’ later. She opened the peep hole on the cell door and looked inside, to find that the woman had done as instructed and was sitting naked on the bench. She had placed her trainers on the floor and was sitting next to a neat pile of clothes. The young Correction Officer closed the peep hole in the door and found the key on her key ring, placing it in the lock and turned it. She pulled the heavy door open and looked down at Maddy, who was looking down at the floor.
“Get up and hold out your hands.” Joanne instructed. She watched emotionless as the blonde-haired woman complied immediately.
The twenty-year-old Correction Officer reached to the back of her belt and removed the pair of handcuffs, which she had to secure prisoners’ wrists with whilst they made their way to the punishment room. Like most of the ladies who administered punishments at the FCI, Joanne did this carefully and as gently as possible, ensuring that the handcuffs were not too tight but also, secured at the same time.
“Stand against that wall.” She instructed and allowed Maddy to walk into the corridor where she waited, watching Joanne carefully as she locked the cell door.
“Follow me.” The red-haired Correction Officer said abruptly, as she walked along the corridor, pausing once she reached the end, to unlock the door with her security pass.
The door beeped loudly and seemed to echo for an age in the cold corridor. Joanne Wilson pulled the door open and motioned for Maddy West to step through and into the stairway. The prisoner did as requested and Joanne waited until the heavy blue door slammed shut behind them.
“Down the stairs, young lady.” Joanne Wilson gestured with her right hand to indicate that the prisoner should move.
Maddy West walked calmly down the stairs and waited as Joanne unlocked the door with her pass and gently ushered her through the door and into another corridor. Once the door closed behind them, the prisoner was led to a room at the end of the long corridor until she was instructed to stop by the stern-looking young lady.
“Right. When you enter the room, I need you to go and stand facing the bench at the front of the room. Is that understood?” Joanne asked, as she placed her pass on the black box outside the door.
”Yes Miss.” Maddy replied nervously.
As the door beeped, Joanne Wilson pushed it open and with her left hand and watched as the young woman walked past her. As she had been instructed, Maddy West made her way further into the large room and stood facing the punishment bench. Joanne waited a few moments before making her way across to where the prisoner stood in silence. She took her key ring from her belt and found the key for the handcuffs, which she removed and clipped them back onto her belt once more.
The young Correction Officer walked across to the table, where she had laid out the strap that was about to be used across the young woman’s bare buttocks. She picked up the clipboard and pen and returned to where Maddy West stood.
“I need you to read and then sign this, where I’ve indicated to say that you agree to accept the punishment.” She held the board out and the woman took it in her right hand.
Maddy West read it for a moment, looked at Joanne, then back to the clipboard, before finally signing her name on the sheet and handing the clipboard back to the angry-looking Correction Officer. Joanne took the clipboard, checking the signature, before returning it to the table on the far side of the room, next to where the nasty Prison Strap lay.
“I need you to bend right over the bench there. Reach right across and make sure that your knees are touching the top, there.” She indicated with her right hand.
The prisoner did as she had been instructed and stepped up to the black leather-covered punishment bench. She placed her knees on the lower part of the bench, shuffling around until her knees couldn’t go any further, like she had been instructed. She then lay face down on the raised part of the bench so that her bottom was raised.
Correction Officer Wilson nodded and walked over to the bench, immediately reaching down for the leather strap which would hold Maddy West’s left wrist securely in place during her punishment. She took hold of the girl’s left arm and carefully placed the strap around her thin wrist, fastening the metal buckle. She then repeated the procedure on her right wrist. Joanne then walked behind Maddy and picked up the left-hand strap and secured the girl’s left ankle to the bench, making sure that she did not fasten it too tightly. Once satisfied, Joanne did the same to the girl’s right ankle.
With Maddy secured to the bench, the ex-Head Girl reached down for the padding that would cover the prisoner’s thighs during her punishment. She laid this across the backs of Maddy’s legs and after a slight adjustment, Joanne fastened it in place with another strap. Joanne Wilson then picked up the padded strap that reached across the lower back and secured this in place. Maddy West was finally ready to receive her twelve-stroke punishment.
Joanne checked that she had the correct implement laid out for the punishment and once she was satisfied that everything was in order, she walked around and stood in front of where Maddy West was lying face down on the bench. She looked down at the blonde-haired covered head, lying there in front of her and allowed herself a little smile. Moments later, Senior Correction Officer, Laura Concannon entered the room and walked across to the table, where Joanne had laid out the Canadian Prison strap for her to use.
Laura picked up the clipboard and nodded as she saw that the prisoner had signed to accept the punishment coming her way before replacing it on the table. She then picked up the nasty Canadian prison strap. It had a dark brown coloured wooden handle and was about two feet in length. The leather was a heavy and thick leather, with eight holes punched in it along its length. Allegedly this allowed air to pass through it as it was used and led to an even more severe impact. The Senior Correction Officer walked over to the bench, where Maddy West was secured and breathing heavily. She studied the bottom lying in front of her in silence before looking over to Joanne.
Joanne smiled. She enjoyed working with Laura. Unlike her boss, Karen Savage who was always straight-faced and serious when administering punishments, twenty-six-year-old Laura Concannon always tried to have a laugh while she was at work and this put Joanne at ease. She also really liked Laura as a person. She was six years older than Joanne and was stunningly beautiful Joanne Wilson had to admit. She was tall - over five feet ten inches tall in her bare feet, very slim, had long brown hair which she had tied up with a black hair clip behind her head. Laura Concannon, despite her repeated remarks that she needed to lose loads of weight, was a size twelve and looked so attractive. Her piercing, green eyes were just stunning, and Joanne Wilson admitted to herself that she fancied her.
Laura Concannon looked at her watch – 5.35pm. She took a deep breath and deliberately tapped the nasty piece of leather against her right leg, so that the prisoner could imagine what was coming her way in the not too distant future.
“Miss Wilson are we ready to begin.” Laura Concannon smiled at Joanne.
“Yes Miss Concannon. Maddy has signed to say that she accepts her punishment.” Joanne took a step forward and placed both hands on the girl’s shoulders, pushing down slightly.
“Maddy West has been sentenced to twelve strokes with the Canadian Prison strap for being drunk and disorderly and resisting arrest on Saturday 25th August 2018. You may lay on the strokes, Miss Concannon.” She continued, pushing the younger girl down further into the padded leather bench.
Laura thought to herself for a moment. She preferred to use the canes rather than the strap and decided how she would proceed. She stood about three feet away from Maddy West’s left side and laid the thick leather strap in between the padding which covered the girl’s lower back and thighs. Miss Concannon looked at Joanne as she began tapping the exposed buttocks with the thick strap, before nodding at Joanne.
“You may lay on the first stroke, Miss.” Joanne Wilson said coldly.
Senior Correction Officer Concannon continued to tap the thick leather strap against the twenty-year-old prisoner’s bottom before raising it, taking it back behind her right shoulder before bringing it whistling through the air, ensuring that it landed with a loud “smack!” a second later.
Maddy West felt it immediately and yelled out in pain but was unable to move due to the straps on her wrists and ankles holding her down.
“One. Miss Concannon.” Correction Officer Wilson announced, holding the prisoner down by her shoulders.
Laura Concannon was not going to waste any more time. She wanted to be out of work exactly at 6pm and so the strokes were going to be delivered quickly. As soon as Joanne had announced the first stroke, Laura had the strap replaced over her shoulder once more and sent it flying towards the sizeable buttocks lying across the bench in front of her.
“Smack!” The second stroke landed with pin-point accuracy across the exposed centre of Maddy West’s buttocks.
Again, the young woman cried out in pain, but this gained no sympathy from either Laura or Joanne.
“Two. Miss Concannon.” Joanne Wilson said coldly.
` Laura returned the nasty two-foot piece of leather to her right shoulder and soon had it flying down towards the twenty-year-old prisoner’s bottom once more.
“Smack!”
“Three. Miss Concannon.” Correction Officer Wilson looked down at Maddy West, who was crying loudly.
“Smack!” Miss Concannon concentrated on getting through the strokes as quickly as she possibly could.
“Four. Miss Concannon.” Joanne continued to push Maddy West down as she struggled to take her punishment.
“Smack!”
“Five. Miss Concannon.” Joanne looked at Laura, who already had the strap on its way once again.
“Smack!”
“Six. Miss Concannon.” She announced, as Maddy West’s cries and sobs continued.
Laura stepped back and looked at her watch on her left wrist – 5.40pm. She smiled. She’d be in the changing room in ten minutes and on her way home at 6pm. She re-positioned herself at Maddy West’s left-hand side and placed the Canadian prison strap gently on the red and bruised bottom that lay before her. She raised the strap once more above her right shoulder and brought it whistling through the air, its journey broken as it connected with Maddy’s bottom.
“Smack!” Laura raised the strap immediately to her shoulder.
“Seven. Miss Concannon.” Joanne said, totally oblivious to the sniffs and sobs coming from the prisoner lying before her.
“Smack!” The strap connected once more.
“Eight. Miss Concannon.” Correction Officer Wilson adjusted her hold on Maddy and looked over to Laura who brought the next stroke crashing down.
“Smack!” It landed loudly on the centre of Maddy West’s red and sore bottom.
“Nine. Miss Concannon.” Joanne Wilson took a deep breath as the strap came down once more.
“Smack!” Laura Concannon returned the strap to her right shoulder and paused.
“Ten.” The younger Officer announced.
“Smack!” Laura smiled at Joanne as she placed the thick strap over her shoulder in readiness for the final stroke.
“Eleven. Miss Concannon.” Joanne Wilson pushed her full weight down on the prisoner to hold her securely in place.
Laura Concannon took a deep breath before putting her full weight and effort into the final stroke which landed with a loud “smack!” across the red, bruised and swollen buttocks lying defenceless in front of her.
“Twelve. Miss Concannon.” Joanne smiled at her and removed her hands from the prisoner’s shoulders.
The two Correction Officers walked over to the table in the corner of the room and Laura Concannon placed the strap down, picking up the clipboard in her left hand. She took her pen and signed to say that the punishment had been administered and then handed it to Joanne, who did the same. She placed the clipboard back on the table and smiled as she watched the older officer take an anti-septic wipe from a pack on the desk and begin to clean the strap. Joanne Wilson opened the green first aid case and took out a pair of blue rubber gloves, which she placed on her hands. She took a wipe from the pack on the desk and a tube of cream from the first aid kit before walking over to the prisoner.
Officer Wilson spent a moment studying the red and sore bottom lying in front of her. Maddy West was relatively quiet, saying nothing but letting out the occasional sniff and sob. Joanne wiped the bottom with the damp and cool anti-septic wipe and then squirted a small amount of cream into her right hand. She spent a few moments rubbing this into Maddy’s bottom. As she did this, Laura walked over to the door and opened it with her security pass.
“Right. I’ll leave you to it. If I don’t see you before I go have a nice evening and I’ll catch you tomorrow.” She smiled and had left the room before Joanne could reply.
The door slammed as Laura Concannon left the room and Joanne Wilson gathered up the rubbish, throwing the used wipe in the bin and replacing the tube of cream in the first aid kit. She threw her gloves in the bin and walked back to the bench, where the prisoner was still sniffing and sobbing quietly. The young Correction Officer undid the straps which secured the padding to the girl’s lower back and thighs and then gently undid those which had been holding her ankles and wrists in place.
Once she had been released, Maddy West continued to lie there, face down across the bench,
“You can stand up.” Joanne said coldly and watched as the twenty-year-old gingerly got to her feet.
Joanne Wilson walked to the table and picked up the clipboard, removing the white A4 sheet that was on the top.
“You take this to say that you have been dealt with.” She held it out and waited until the girl took it from her hand.
“I’ll take you upstairs and then you can get dressed and I’ll then see you out.” The young Correction Officer looked around, picked up the clipboard, checked the room and once satisfied, she moved towards the door.
Correction Officer Joanne Wilson opened the heavy door with her security pass and escorted the sobbing girl back up to the holding cells. She opened the cell door where Maddy had left her clothes before the punishment and waited until Maddy West had dressed, offering her the advice as she struggled to do so,
“Try to dress standing up as I wouldn’t sit for a day or so as it will really hurt.”
Once the twenty-year-old had dressed, and had her possessions, Joanne watched as she walked out of the holding cell and into the corridor. The young Correction Officer checked the cell before closing the door gently and walking with Maddy West down the corridor. She opened the heavy blue door with her security pass and allowed the young woman through before following her. They made their way down the stairs and Maddy West waited again whilst Joanne opened the door with her pass. She then walked her a short distance down the corridor and paused when they came to a door on the left-hand side of the corridor.
Correction Officer Joanne Wilson touched her security pass against the box on the wall and it beeped. She pushed the door open and held it with her left arm, allowing Maddy West to step outside into the bright sunny evening. The ex-Head Girl smiled as she watched the girl, who was the same age as she, cross the road and carry on with her life as if nothing had happened. Joanne let the door go and watched as it swung shut with a loud “slam!”
She made her way up to the changing room and laughed when she noticed that Laura Concannon had already left the building. The final thing that Joanne did was return the copies of the punishment to reception to be filed. Just after 6.15pm she stepped outside into the warm evening sun and smiled. Another satisfying day completed.
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