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The Prisoner

Chapter 50.

Stewart knocked nervously at the door to Chief Wardress Farrow's office,his newfound confidence rapidly evaporating. The order to enter was immediatelyand he came to attention in front of her desk. A sinking feeling in his stomachtold him that he was about to find out why she had deliberately remained aloofand unfriendly in the dealings that she had had with him so far.

She was flushed and furious:

"Where in the hell have you been Stewart? I sent for you hours ago!"

He tried to ignore the sudden change from addressing him by his first nameto the formal surname usually reserved for the prisoners. He tried to explainhow the message had failed to reach him because of someone else's forgetfulnessrather than his own intent, but from Miss Farrow's expression, he had failedto get himself off her particular hook. Having not received any encouragementto relax, he remained rigidly at attention.

" You have officer status, but just remember that in my book you are stilla prisoner. If I give an order I expect that you will obey it without question …immediately.You may not realise it but all probationary officers who are ex-cons are stillsubject to punishment by the senior staff until their positions are confirmed,and yours is far from being that. I could send you to the Lady Governor ona formal charge but it might well affect your future career in this Service.On the other hand I cannot let your slackness go unpunished".

She leant back in her chair, staring at him in his discomfort. Then continued:

" You are more than aware how prisoners are offered an unofficial punishmentso that their records are kept clean. Would you prefer one of those from me?"

Knowing that he had no real option and that the last thing he wanted wasto be downed to prisoner status, he muttered his words of acceptance, effectivelyplacing himself in the Senior Wardresses hands for whatever she though appropriate.

At last her attitude towards him eased as she allowed a frosty smile to creaseher plain face. She made a telephone call to a colleague mentioning the useof one of the punishment rooms, and on being told that it was free, stood upand went over to a drawer in a filing cabinet.

Stewart risked relaxing enough to take a sideways look as she retrieved whatseemed to be a short whip. What puzzled him was that the plaited leather handlethinned into what should have been a long and cruel whip, but seemed insteadto have been shortened and tied into a round heavy knot at the very end ofa two-foot lash.

"I really don't like using this device on my staff as I believe that it isa real bitch to take. However, when I need to punish without leaving visiblemarkings, I find it very effective. It would not do for one of the staff todisplay heavy marks from say a cane when they might find themselves strippedin the presence of one of the inmates, it would not do at all! You will bethe first male that has felt it but I doubt that you will be any less sensitivethan the young female probationers that have had it applied".

Stewart was now more than nervous, as he could not even guess to what partof the body such a whip could be applied. Knowing that he would soon find outhe followed her down a series of corridors to one of the centres many punishmentrooms.

They entered and she made a point of turning the pointer on the outside to "engaged" beforeshe slammed the heavy door and locked it firmly against any intruder. As usual,the room was large, airy and well lit with numerous items of equipment forpresenting and displaying its reluctant occupants. She turned to Stewart andhanded the whip to him for inspection.

" You may well look puzzled Stewart, but once you feel it you will look somewhatmore frightened if I have to hand it to you again, not one of the female officershas ever come back for a second application. It's called an anus whip. As ithappens you will be the first male to receive it so I will be interested inwatching your reactions."

Suddenly its use became obvious. Stewart held the tight knotted end and easilyvisualised the way it would have come down hard on the unprotected anus ofone of the young females…and then…with a feeling of impendingdoom, thought of how it would come down on his own.

"The application will require both your acceptance and co-operation. Youwill lie on the ground, feet wide apart. I will then stand astride you and,having ordered you to use your hands and part your buttocks…I will applythe end to your anus. So, first of all…Strip!"

Stewart found himself rapidly assuming his old prisoner status as he automaticallyremoved his clothes and stood before the wardress in the present position.Whatever was going to happen and however painful it might be, there was nothingfurther that he could do to alleviate his situation. It would just have tobe endured.

Miss Farrow donned a pair of heavy rubber gloves and removed a sterile clothfrom a container. She ordered Stewart to bend over and vigorously wiped hisanal cleft with the cold wet material. He was then told to lie face down onthe scrubbed tile floor with his legs spread wide. She kept him waiting forsome time as she removed her gloves and binned the cloth. Then slowly, shewalked back to where he lay and stood with her feet either side of his headfacing his feet.

"Reach behind you and pull your cheeks wide apart. No matter how much thishurts you will keep those cheeks parted and, for your own good, don't clenchthem. I will lay on twelve strokes and if I miss the target for any reason,I will repeat that stroke. I will now wait for one minute for you to collectyour thoughts."

It seemed to Stewart to be far longer than a minute until he heard her say: "Braceyourself!"

There was no whistle of the whip that would have warned him. The cruel knotsimply hit down hard on the centre of his anus and Stewart immediately realisedwhy the female staff hated it so much. Before he could draw a breath the secondblow hit just at the top of his opening with some of the impact absorbed byhis cleft. It was on the fourth stroke that he made the mistake of relaxingthe grip that kept his cheeks pulled wide apart and the knot hit the obstructingcheeks rather than the target.

She moved her feet closer to him so that her shoes trapped his upper armsagainst his body.

"DO NOT TRY TO PROTECT YOURSELF!" snapped Miss Farrow. "I will lay that onagain…now spread yourself".

The next hit the lower edge of the anal ring and impacted mainly on his perineum.He lay there gasping hoping that his scrotum and its sensitive contents werewell clear, then pondering how a female in his position would feel given theproximity of her labia to the impact point.

It had hurt nearly as much as a stroke that would have been accepted by thewardress, so logically Stewart had little to loose by pulling his cheeks apartand baring his sensitive anus to the knot. Even so it took all his willpowerto expose himself.

But somehow he did as over and over again the knot was brought silently downinto his crotch and against his ever more sensitive opening. By the time thetwelve strokes, the twelve acceptable strokes that is as three more were disallowed,had hit him he was feeling slightly sick with the pain. It was with some difficultythat he got to his feet when ordered and back to the present position. Stillholding the anus whip Miss Farrow cupped his testicles and deflated penis inan almost gentle grip.

"It certainly prevents an erection," she smiled, "and I can't imagine anyof my lady officers getting excited during the whipping".

She then cupped and lifted the testicles more firmly as if assessing theirweight before ordering him to get dressed. After he had done so he was invitedto take a seat in front of her desk, which he did somewhat carefully. MissFarrow grinned broadly at his discomfort.

"Well, I did mention that none of my lady officers has ever come back fora second dose and I doubt that you will! Anyhow, that was well taken and wecan now move on to the reason for me wanting to see you. I have decided thatyou should have your own squad of prisoners so that we can assess how wellyou control them."

Stewart was shaken by the news, he had been hoping to achieve such a positioneventually but was amazed and not a little shocked by the speed at which theevent had occurred. He did his best to appear nonchalant as the Senior Wardresscontinued:

"You will take them over at 6pm tomorrow evening so that will give you onlya day to prepare yourself. You will need to check out the new barrack blockthat will house them, making any modifications that you think is necessaryand draw up a list of the furniture that you want for the punishment room.Naturally, there is a standard set of benches, frames etc but I am sure thatyou will want to modify them or indeed change them for others that are in thebrochure. Needless to say, your powers of punishment will be limited to threewith the strap…but if you call in more senior help you will need tobe able to present and restrain your charges. You will also have to get yourselfdown to the clothing store to decide on the details of the uniform that theywill wear. You will find that we allow a wide discretion on the underwear andother personal items so that the squad wardress, or warder in your case, can "personalise" themto your own tastes. As regards hair styles and whether body shaving is permitted…well,that can wait until you meet them for the first time."

A somewhat shaken Stewart was about to leave when… a further bombshellwas thrown at him:

"I noticed that you seem to be walking around with your balls dragging onthe ground, no doubt as a result of your recent celibacy. Just remember thatit is not Centre policy for any staff member to have relations with a memberof their own squad. To remove any possible temptation in that area I have orderedthat one of the other female prisoners be sent to your quarters tonight for "personalservices" at seven pm. She has volunteered for the duty to try to improve herconduct record and is well aware that she must accept whatever you feel likedoing to her…even so…don't hesitate to send her down to the guardroomfor an "unofficial" if she lacks enthusiasm. I have found that sometimes twovisits are required before the prisoner really joins in with the fun! She isdown for a formal punishment this afternoon in front of the Governor so hopefullyshe should arrive at your place in the right frame of mind".

It was a rather buoyant Stewart that skipped through his lunch and foundhis way to the Centre uniform store, only too well aware of his first visitto such an establishment when he was first a prisoner. He was met by one ofthe civilian staff who introduced herself as Cecile. Aged around the mid twentiesshe was one of the many rather dull and dowdy females who provided the administrativebacking for the operational staff.

She took him into the main clothing store where there were two female prisonersstacking various items on the shelves. They both glanced nervously in Stewart'sdirection as they busied themselves. A faint smell of new and washed clothinghung in the cool damp air.

Cecile explained to Stewart that the basic schoolgirl uniforms were standardissue but that he had a choice over the tie, the cut of the shirt and the lengthof the pleated skirt showing him examples. After some thought he decided onthe striped tie, a tailored shirt that would hug the waist and accentuate anybreasts that the prisoner had. Finally, he chose the shortest of the skirtlengths on option.

Underwear however, would be a more difficult choice. His basic decision wouldbe between dressing them in a very formal and old-fashioned style with thickstockings, a large suspender belt and voluminous knickers as worn by schoolgirlsin the early part of the last century. The brassieres would then be taken fromthe range of heavy old-fashioned styles that would almost cover the breastsof even the larger females. Cecile explained that the younger wardresses sometimeschose this frumpy retro-style to contrast against the more feminine underwearthat they wore themselves.

At the other end of the scale were thin black nylon stockings with matchinglightweight suspender belts, brassieres and panties. The latter items couldbe flimsy to the point of half-cup bras and thongs.

Having run the various items through his hands he decided upon the thin stockingsbut with a lightweight three quarter cup bra and bikini panties that were cutaway at the rear leaving much of the buttocks exposed. This would be his squads "parade" dressbut naturally they would also be issued with the thongs and quarter-cup brasfor dress on social occasions in the Prison.

Social for the staff that is.

Cecile asked about the sizing of the articles mentioning that most squadleaders preferred a tight fit to both the panties and brassieres. Stewart decidedon the tight, uncomfortable fit for the panties around the crotch with thebras to be the normal chest size but one-cup size lower to accentuate the breasts.The nightwear he chose was a short cotton top held up by tapes across the shouldersfrom front to rear that could be undone with one tug. He selected a small styleof bikini panties that would be worn in bed rather than allow them to sleepwith bare bottoms.

Cecile then told one of the girls to bring the box marked "Underwear-Disciplinary" overto their side of the room. She nervously placed it in front of the staff memberand retreated. The contents were tipped on to the table and Cecile explainedtheir use.

"Sooner or later you will need to put one of the squad into an under strap,punishment bra or some other item of restrictive wear…so we had bettermake sure that you have sufficient. I would advise that you keep at least oneof each on display in your office so that the prisoners realise that they areavailable to you. Here is the new version of the under strap, you can see howthey have made the knots on the thong totally moveable…they slide upand down the with these little metal beads that lock in place when they arereleased saving all that fiddly tying and untying the knot to adjust it formaximum effect".

Stewart held one of the nasty little knots and saw just how easy it was toadjust its position. It was certainly an improvement and would enable him toreally centre the irritating lump of leather on the most sensitive parts. Thegirl could then waddle as much as she liked and it would still be felt.

The bra, explained Cecile, was of a new style that a Miss Finch had recentlybeen to demonstrate. Stewart remembered the lady only too well and how shehad demonstrated her goods on the prisoners. He made a mental note to meether on her next visit and picked the garment up.

It seemed to be a normal white bra apart from the absence of cups and theirreplacement with leather thongs. Try as he might he couldn't fathom how itfitted but Cecile quickly came to his help.

"You girl!" she snapped to one of the prisoners, "Get yourself over here".

The girl, or woman, was in her mid thirties. Of average height she was alittle plump and certainly her breasts noticeably thrust forward under heruniform shirt. It took only one brief order before she had stripped off hertie, blouse and bra and stood before them at the present, her large floppybreasts hanging down her chest and with an expression of fear on her face thatStewart found almost appealing.

The supervisor quickly fitted the brassiere device on to the girl and, withher obliged to lean forward at ninety degrees from the waist, started pullingtightening the various thongs ignoring the gasps from her model. When she againordered her to the present her breasts were now encased in tight circles ofleather thongs that dug deep and forced the globes into a cone shape leavingjust the nipple exposed.

"It is certainly tight and uncomfortable," the supervisor remarked, "butit really starts to have an effect when the girl bounces around in a gym. Thesethongs really chafe it would seem. Mind you, it is rarely fitted, as it's easierfor the staff to simply award a breast demerit for any offences that wouldwarrant use of the punishment bra. Anyhow, this one can remain in the bra untilthe end of the day-it won't do her any harm".

Other selections were offered to Stewart such as the modified modesty strapthat he had seen Miss Finch demonstrate. This was still the thin stiff stripof material that was supposed to offer the female some protection to her modestywhen she was splayed on a horse for a thrashing. The two probes that enteredthe vagina and the anus had been changed; the former now was thicker and ribbedto provide some grip to keep it in place and the anal probe had been producedwith uncomfortable plastic spikes around the shaft to discourage clenchingduring any punishments. Even he was impressed with the effort that went intokeeping the centre equipment up to date.

He was just about to leave when Cecile leant towards him and lifted his punishmentstrap clear of his belt clip.

"Mmm, one of the new ones I see, how about if I did you a real favour andswapped it for one that has just been handed in? One of our squad wardresseshas just been promoted and therefore gets a heavier grade strap to use. Shehad it unofficially modified with a little more weight stitched into the tongues.She mentioned that it was a real bitch to take and how it had really helpedher to maintain discipline and helped her to get the promotion. Why don't youtry it out on one of these females? I can always say that she has been slacking," shesaid with a nod in the direction of the tall, slim twenty year old.

Within seconds the prisoner was lying across the top of the counter withher legs hanging down and hands gripping the far edge. The supervisor quicklyraised her skirt and pulled the panties down to her knees revealing a slimpair of buttocks heavily bruised from an earlier correction.

"Give her two good ones with each strap and watch the reaction." Came theadvice.

Stewart did.

There was no doubt. Even though the strokes did not overlap, the victim lurchedappreciably higher when the well-oiled replacement strap landed. Stewart knewthat it was unnecessary to make any allowance for the tenderness of the girl'sbackside, as that would be the same for both straps. He had a formidable pieceof leather now that could only help to maintain order and discipline.

Having placed his orders and arranged for the squad to spend the next morningin the stores being kitted out, Stewart walked over to the newly constructedwing where his squad would be accommodated. He was greeted by the smell offresh paint as he first looked over what would be his office.

Everything was in place as he expected it would be. He only had to ask fora few small modifications such as a row of clothes hooks to be placed alongone wall and a smaller stool to be placed in front of the desk.

The bare and functional room that served as a dormitory had already beenequipped with six beds on either side of the room. The floor was wooden andstill dusty from the construction. It would soon be brought to a high polishwith the efforts of the prisoners thought Stewart. In between the beds werea small chest for underwear etc and a wardrobe that would hold their uniformitems, shoes PT kit etc. A bag for their dirty laundry hung to one side. Therewas no need to provide any space for personal items, as they were not allowedeven the smallest luxury. He made a note for a small hook to be placed on thebottom rail of the bed for their night panties to be kept during the daytime.

The adjoining toilet block was complete. There were four toilet stalls, fourAsian floor toilets and four double showers. Naturally, no doors were installedin the toilets and no screens for the showers following the Centre policy ofnot affording the inmates the slightest amount of privacy. He made a mentalnote to patrol the area first thing in the morning after the girls' first nightto emphasise their vulnerability. He examined one of the rolls of toilet paperhanging in one of the stalls and noted that it was the cheapest type availableand rather coarse to the touch. He must ensure that they were reminded thatthe paper would be strictly rationed along with soap, washing powder deodorantsand other essentials. As he was in charge of the budget this would be justone way that he could cut costs whilst making the prisoners life even moreunpleasant.

Two prisoners carried in what seemed to be a large wooden high chair of adultdimensions. This was placed next to a wall under a bright ceiling light. Henoted the cut away seat and widely spread foot rests almost at the level ofthe seat itself. A young wardress then entered who was obviously there to supervise.Noticing his interest she murmured, out of the hearing of her charges thatit was a shaving stool that gave access to a seated female when pubic and analhair needed to be removed. Yet another decision to be made thought Stewarthaving been reminded how it would be up to him to decide what if any body hairhis squad would be permitted.

The punishment room was a scene of frantic effort as a work squad of femalesunloaded the items from a lorry and placed them in the room under the continuingorders of the young officer. Stewart either recognised each item from his ownexperiences as the occupant or could work out their purpose with a little thought.One low wide bench upholstered in a plastic material had him foxed and thewardress seeing his puzzlement again wandered over with a warm smile.

"It's a new idea so you may not have seen one yet," she said, "you know thatthe basic intent is to humiliate them as well as hurt them in here…well…theyhave to lie along this bench with the lower part of their legs and feet hangingeither side. Because it is so wide, it really splays them and everything ison show. Then when the cane is used, it has to be one buttock at a time andthe rod will land along almost the entire thigh. The plastic covering is betterthan leather in case of any…well…little accidents when the prisonermight lose control. Remember, they will have not just the pain to cope withbut they will hardly be in a position to clench their thighs together".

She called one of the work parties over, a heavily built blonde in her latetwenties and told her to mount the bench. Stewart looked down at her as shestruggled to position herself wondering if this could possibly be the one whowould be reporting to him that evening, then snapped his mind back to the presentas the wardress leant over the girl and flicked the back of her skirt up overher waist.

It only took a little imagination looking at the tight panties to appreciatewhat would be on display if they were removed. The thighs were pulled so widethat the crotch was stretched to the maximum with a wide area of pubic hairexposed either side of the material.

"With a support under her waist to lift her stomach clear of the bench, thiswill also present a prisoner for a crotch punishment. Even the tightest oneswill have to display some "pink"." She added with a grin.

There then followed a few suggestions as regards the layout and equipmentthat Stewart was grateful for. He wanted the room to create a terrible sinkingfeeling in the stomachs of any prisoner that entered and the your wardressesideas would certainly help.

By the time he had concluded the inspection and ordered the changes he required,it was time for the early sitting in the staff restaurant. He wanted to beready for the prisoner's arrival at his room at seven and certainly didn'twant to interrupt the evening for a meal break. What eating arrangements theprisoner needed or had made were not his concern but he doubted that she wouldhave much of an appetite following a formal punishment that Miss Farrow hadmentioned. He then found that he had little appetite himself and he was reluctantto sit making conversation with the other staff with his mind was on what wasto happen later.

A lady wardress however soon had his attention:

"I believe, Dave, that you are getting the services of one of my squad thisevening, I do hope that she will be satisfactory. I'm afraid that she is oneof those stuck-up little bitches who hasn't done herself any favours with thestaff here. I won't spoil your fun by telling you about the formal she receivedthis afternoon but I do hope it knocks some of the overbearing pride and superiorityout of her".

And one of the policewomen joined in the conversation:

"I'm on duty in the guardroom until midnight so if you want to send her downfor an unofficial…... On the other hand, we have several staff on dutyso you could give me a 'phone call and I can drop round with the paperworkand something that we can encourage her with…in fact that might be alot more effective as there will be no witnesses in your apartment…anddon't worry, I don't shock easily and can keep my mouth shut."

Stewart lost no time in thanking the officer for her offer and promised thathe would no doubt be in touch later. Somehow he managed to finish his mealand departed.

It was just after seven when he reached his accommodation and hurried upthe stairs. As he looked down the corridor he saw a prisoner with flame redhair in a ponytail standing outside his door. She was dressed in the standardschool uniform but with an unusually long skirt and what seemed to be thickstockings. As he got closer she snapped to attention staring straight ahead,wondering no doubt whether he was the staff member who lived in the room andwould be in charge of her for the evening. Stewart ignored her completely andeven walked past her, sensing her relief that the time had not yet come.

He then stopped, turned abruptly and stared at her intently.

A look of panic came over her pale freckled face as she smartly curtsiedto him, resumed the attention and spoke:

"Prisoner 963 Millard-Stokes reporting for personal duty…err… Sir!"

Her voice was that of a well-educated young lady from a privileged background.She appeared to be in her early twenties and stood around five foot seven inchestall with a round pleasant face with large green eyes. She looked a littleheavy around the hips and had a noticeably large bust. Her legs, as far ashe could see were sturdy rather than slim.

She was visibly shaking and felt wretchedly apprehensive with a myriad ofthoughts rushing through her mind: No one had told her that she would be underthe control of a male officer tonight and she had wasted valuable time tryingto come to grips with the concept of being a personal servant to a lady officer.It had seemed almost acceptable after she had thought the situation throughand allowed her mind to consider what the consequences of any reluctance wouldbe. She had after all, a little experience of other females at her girl's boardingschool, but having a male in charge of her was far more terrifying. Since leavingthe all girl environment and with no need to have a proper job, she had spentmost of her time working at her friends riding stables. Apart from one boyfriendthat lasted only a few weeks, she had found little time to socialise with males.

She looked into the officer's eyes and could only see a hard dispassionateman who would tolerate no reluctance on her part and offer no kindness or compassion.He was well built with a good body but not one that she could feel any yearningfor in the present situation. She wondered what he would want of her and whetherhe would make any allowances for her inexperience- but then instinctively knewthat he would not. She knew the things the female staff ordered prisoners todo and knew that the male version was likely to be even more inventive andintrusive. It was bad enough having to strip in front of a wardress…butwould this man make her parade in front of him? Would he want her for justsex or would he be as sadistic as some of the female staff members and lookfor excuses to inflict pain? If he did, how could she cope after the punishmentthey gave her this afternoon?

Stewart continued to stare at the girl, running his eyes up and down herwithout any attempt to help her embarrassment. So this was to be his firstreal prisoner, to do with virtually as he pleased. She had been undergoinga formal punishment whilst he was checking on the new accommodation so shewas probably still more than a little tender and, hopefully, reluctant to commitany further infractions of the Centre rules.

But there were always errors to be noted and corrected no matter how hardshe tried.

He would certainly use her for sexual relief…but only when he hadasserted his authority on her in every way that he could think of. It was reassuringfor him to remember that she was just a 'phone call away from a caning-whethershe deserved it or not. It was going to be a long night for him and an unbelievablylonger night for her.

He opened his door and with a curt flick of his head towards the openinghe gave her the first of many orders for the evening.

"Move yourself girl!"

To be continued?

Following this change of direction, could this be an opportune time to endthe account of Stewarts life in the Correctional Centre?

Or would readers like more?