The Prisoner who needs to be corrected

CHAPTER 5

"You will notice, ladies, that the prisoners p***s seems to be less excited than it was a few minutes ago. " said the specialist nurse to her two assistants. "The application of disinfectant seems to have cooled him down a little and we can now continue with his examination. Would you please pass me the specimen jar nurse?"

The student nurse took a funnel shaped jar off a shelf and passed it to the nurse standing between Stewart's splayed knees. She grasped the end of his p***s and, holding the jar against his testicles, placed the tip into the container.

"Start urinating and stop when I tell you to " she commanded Stewart. It took him some time to start passing urine but eventually it flowed freely into the jar.

"STOP" snapped the nurse.

Stewart did so but was the almost overwhelmed by a burning in his p***s and the feeling of pressure from his still full bladder.

"One drop...just one drop boy and I will make you wish you had never been born," she said as she removed the jar and stood watching the twitching member as Stewart struggled to retain the urine.

It took him fully two minutes until he had control back and he could relax.

"Now we examine the testicles," she continued. "May I suggest that you two stand either side of the prisoner and concentrate on one each. Firstly I want you to examine the scrotal sac which is, of course, a large muscle. Both the nurses pinched the soft flesh and pulled it out to its full length either side of his p***s.

"Please note that the skin is no more sensitive here than anywhere else in the groin " she went on as she affixed a clamp to either side next to the nurses fingers." Stewart gasped.

" Use the clamps to hold the scrotum as in my experience, as the examination proceeds, the male tends to sweat making a grip with fingers rather difficult". She then removed a wet towel from the sterilizer, advanced on Stewart and quickly wrapped the steaming hot material around the stretched scrotum. Ignoring the prisoner's frantic writhing and gasps of pain she casually pointed out how the heat had relaxed the muscle and the sac was now much slacker.

A bag of crushed ice was then produced from the freeze cabinet and the bag carefully wrapped around the limp scrotum. Initially Stewart found the cold a blessed relief for his almost scalded skin, but slowly the deep cold started to penetrate through to his testicles. The three nurses chatted casually about various medical practices in use at the Centre and occasionally glanced at their

watches. A dull ache permeated Stewart's scrotal area.

The ice bag was snatched away and the nurses invited to see the effects of the extreme cold for themselves. The testicles were now tightly gripped in the hard wrinkled sac and when they pulled hard on the clamps, the stretching of the sac against the force of the contraction squeezed both testicles firmly and painfully.

"I will relax the scrotal sac with an application of heat and then we will progress with a detailed examination of the contents" the examining nurse informed the others. Another hot towel was produced and, this time, rubbed vigorously around the scrotum until it again became soft and loose.

"Holding the clamp in your left hand and using it to position the sac would you both now please start to examine the spermatic cords starting from the body cavity. You will need to apply some pressure with your fingers to feel their shape through the thick wall of the scrotum. Don't worry if there appears to be a break in the cord, it merely indicates that he has undergone a vasectomy". The nurses gripped and fumbled their way along the cord until it joined a testicle.

Stewart found the examination extremely uncomfortable but it fortunately stopped short of pain. Their was, however, the constant fear of pain that kept him writhing against the restraint of his straps.

"Now we come to the slightly uncomfortable part of the examination". said the examining nurse sarcastically. "Ladies, would you each grip a testicle between your thumb and fingertips and start to examine the shape".

The nurses started carefully at first and then slowly increased the pressure as they examined the shape and size of the items. By now Stewart was groaning aloud and gasping with fear as his most sensitive organs were clinically and callously examined. Each tender organ was being rolled between a thumb and finger tips as its size, firmness and shape were meticulously checked. The student nurse

managed to firmly hold the testicles her side with the finger tips and thumb of one hand whilst her other thumb and finger tips felt all around the oval shape for the ridges and connections with the cord.

" As you probably appreciate," said the nurse," without any restraints, this type of examination can provide an excellent test of the male prisoners obedience in remaining still".

She was interrupted by Stewart: "AAgh please...no more" as the probing continued. The nurse had been correct about the prisoner sweating, Stewart was now drenched in sweat and the combination of the clamps and non-slip gloves was proving invaluable.

" Thank you ladies, that will suffice for now " she said and Stewart relaxed, somewhat prematurely .

"Just one more thing to demonstrate before we conclude our examination and write up our reports, you need to appreciate just how sensitive the male is to any form of testicular punishment. We don't see many males here thank heavens, but everyone so far has required at least one dose of genital discipline and that will certainly include the testicles. Just in case you are required to assist

you had better practice now ".

Hearing these words Stewart first tensed against the straps then started trembling with fear.

"As the prisoner is now demonstrating, he has no doubts as to the potential for suffering pain in that area ". I want you each in turn to lift the scrotum with both clamps until the testicles are hanging free, after all we want to punish, not damage them. Then, with your finger and thumb, give the one your side a sharp flick. Would you go first please nurse", she said to the young student member of staff. And would you nurse, she said to the older woman, move round to the prisoners head and support it with your hands".

The hands gripped his head and the nurse leant over him so that her face was only inches from his. She smiled in a cruel imitation of sympathy. His view of the others was now blocked as he felt the scrotum being lifted high between his splayed thighs. there was a slight brush of finger nail against his right testicle as the nurse checked for range and then a simultaneous snap of the latex finger, a dull tap and the immediate surge of gut-wrenching pain as he screamed at the face above him.

It took about two minutes for the waves of pain to subside. The nurse holding his head gently wiped his forehead.

" There, there, soon be over. Surely a little flick like that can't hurt that much ? ". She said sarcastically.

" Change positions ladies," said the nurse in charge. " This time let's try to put a little more zip into the flick, remember, the object is to punish not to arouse him!".

Laughing at the criticism of her gentleness, the younger nurse moved to his head. She held him under the chin with her left hand with her right hand clamped over his mouth. He could smell the mix of perfume, medical smells and young female scents through his still exposed nostrils. He felt the other nurse lift the scrotum and he braced himself against the inevitable.

It came. It came in the form of a deliberate savage flick to the left testicle. Again the arcing pain to the gut but this time the scream was trapped in Stewart's mouth by the gloved hand as he writhed and struggled against the straps and the firm grip of the student nurse.

Five minutes later the straps were removed, the leg straps were unfastened and Stewart's feet were lifted from the stirrups. He climbed shakily down from the table and was ordered to dress in the medical gown.

"You will now be taken for uniform fitting and later, the prison doctor will send for you to review your results".

With that a wardress appeared and with a curt "Follow me" led him out of the Medical Centre and along the outside paths, paper gown blowing in the wind, to the uniform stores.