The Prisoner who needs to be corrected

CHAPTER 2

Some time later the car swung into the driveway of an isolated country house.

They passed through huge security doors in the tall surrounding walls and pulled up outside a building with a large notice that informed them that they were at the guardroom. They pushed and frog marched their stiff and reluctant prisoner in through the doors and stood, saluting smartly in front of a woman police sergeant. "Prisoner under sentence Ma'am" said the senior guard.

"So this is the ignorant slob " replied the Sargent. "Did he give you any problems? "None that we couldn't handle thanks...mind you, I think you will have an uphill job to instill any respect into this lout Ma'am ".

The Sergeant, a tall slim woman came slowly round the desk and stood in front of Stewart. "We don't get many males sent here and right now you are the only one amongst 250 female prisoners and 40 staff so you will have our undivided attention. When you leave here, believe me, you will have learnt some manners".

"So you didn't have to repeat any order or correct him at all during the drive?" asked the Sergeant. "Well I did have to lay my baton across his left knee when he was slow getting into the car" said the junior guard. The sergeant policewoman smiled "What a pity that I can't lay hands on the bastard until tomorrow after he has had his medical check, otherwise I would lend you one of the guardroom straps so that you could lay it across his thighs right now. The punishment is always much more effective when the lady that has been offended inflicts it...still...I will put one on his account as it were and let him have it at a later date on your behalf!"

Stewart was uncuffed and pushed into one of the cells where he was to spend his first night awaiting processing by the day staff. His cell was three sided with the wall to the guardroom office closed off with sliding bars from floor to ceiling. This enabled the desk sergeant to keep any occupants under observation. The two escorting policewomen had remained chatting to the Sergeant over mugs of coffee. One of the female prisoners entered the building and marched up to the desk. "Prisoner 654 reporting for guardroom punishment Ma'am " she said. She was aged around 30 years, tall slim with long dark hair. She was dressed in an almost schoolgirl style with a white blouse, short dark blue skirt and plain black shoes with low heels.

"Of course girl, you had completely slipped my mind," said the sergeant, and,turning to her visitors " How fortunate you are still here. As Stewart is out of reach until the morning, why don't you work off some of your frustrations on this prisoner?".

At this news the two policewomen almost clapped their hands in excitement and eagerly examined the heavy leather straps that they were handed. "Nothing too severe I'm afraid, at least not by our standards, but she is down for twelve strokes of that across her buttocks and thighs so you can lay on six each".

The victim was taken over to a vaulting type horse. She was told to remove her stockings, then her skirt, her suspender belt and finally her regulation white panties. She was pulled over the horse facing away from Stewart and secured with straps around her wrists and ankles. Stewart could not believe his eyes, he was being totally ignored and twenty feet away this poor girl was displayed with her bare buttocks and thighs.

The policewomen were shown how to hold the strap and how to stand either side so that their swing would be effective. "Backside or thighs...its up to you" said the Sergeant "With the thighs splayed, make sure the strap wraps round the leg for maximum effect. It's most fortunate that one of you is left handed, that should ensure an adequate spread".

"Why is she being punished?" asked the younger policewoman. "She was supposed to clean the apartment of one of our junior wardresses but did such an appalling job of it that she was offered the choice of either being put on a formal charge or of taking an "unofficial" in here. This way nothing gets recorded. Who's first?"

The policewomen decided that they would alternate strokes and that the older one would strike first. She slowly lifted her left hand with the strap back and high and....WHAP!.. brought it down hard across the prisoner's slim buttocks. The girl hardly moved against her restraints and with some horror Stewart realized that she was well used to such pain. The other policewoman waited for the nod from the sergeant which came after about thirty seconds and then

WHAP! almost across the same spot.

"Sorry girls." said the Sergeant " but you will have to put a lot more beef into the strokes if you want to impress this b***h. Just remember that she is in her sixth month here, so this is a fairly light ordeal for her."

With renewed vigour the next stroke from the left was brought down fast and hard across the top of her left leg. The split tips wrapping themselves round the soft tender inner thigh. The girl yelped and flexed against the straps trying to lift her leg. Stewart glimpsed her thick black pubic hair for a brief second.

"Better, much better. " smiled their coach "She actually felt that one."

Not to be outdone, the young, left handed policewoman planted her feet wide apart, raised her strap and whacked it across the right thigh with the tip again cruelly visiting the soft private area. This evoked a scream and more threshing from the victim. The straps then fell, left right left at 20-second intervals.

The victim was now gasping or crying out as each strap landed on a previous welt on the buttocks or thighs. Her secured ankles were unable to stop her frantic struggles with her knees flying apart when a stroke landed on her buttocks and trying to close protectively when one landed on her soft slim thighs. Normally, the glimpses of vulva and pubic hair would have excited Stewart but he was so shaken by the brutal and vicious beating that, for once, s*x was far from his mind.

Of the twelve strokes, eight were across the buttocks and two more welts were across each thigh. All three women carefully examined the results of their first effort. Each throbbing welt was felt and scratched with long fingernails. The weals that reached inside the thighs seemed to be the most sensitive and caused the most reaction when touched. The girl was then unstrapped and helped to her feet. She was ordered to dress. Stewart saw for the first time how slim she was as she stood facing his cell, trembling and sobbing softly. She was ordered to dress: First she retrieved her skirt and underwear from the floor, the suspender belt was wrapped round her hips, panties were pulled carefully, with a gasp, over her beaten legs. Stockings were pulled over her wealed thighs and fastened to the dangling clips on the belt and with her skirt on, was soon dismissed limping from the guardroom. As she passed Stewart's cell she gave him a shrug of total despair.