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C: cheap electro-play, whipping and weight loss
Date: Tue, 1 Apr 2008 23:51:52 -0700
From: "Ashen Spirit"

More intro things and thoughts.

Okay, I think I've kinda found myself a little bit more
comfortable, although I noticed people talking about electro-
play, how would I go about building my own power device? I'm
cheap and don't wanna order one online. :)

I have truly a good sub who tries hard but sometimes slips and I
find myself enjoying punishing him although I'm having to let go
of some lingering feelings that make me worry that I'm going to
cross a line. Maybe I just haven't learned that I can trust
myself yet. But I love whipping, I love seeing my subs ass red
and hot. I love hearing him moan and whimper at my touch.

Sometimes I like using hot wax as a punishment, I see ice more
of an enjoyment thing. But really as far as the electro-play
goes, I've never done it but I've always just loved electricity
and always wanted to try it but I want it done on me.

My sub is one of those that enjoys pain and enjoys pushing his
limits and challenging himself. Also one thing that we're hoping
to use this lifestyle to help with is for him to lose some
weight, he's not really heavy but he wants to lose about 20 lbs.
I have a lot of ideas for this but I was wondering if the group
has any experience to go off of.

Ashen and the slut Soma

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Re: C: punishment, type, severity, Dom/sub feelings
Date: 1 Apr 2008 14:32:57 -0000
From: pussikat steve

Hello,

Re the question on punishment:

As a submale with a little experience I would like to put in my
two-pennyworth. I think probably most couples use some sort of
beating or whipping, maybe on a daily basis, to give each other
pleasure - the sub is reminded of his place and who is in charge
and the Mistress has her sense of authority confirmed.

BUT

When the sub requires real punishment for breaking a rule or
otherwise displeasing his Mistress I think all that is required
is for him to be beaten harder than he wants it. Even a
"painslut" has limits and he just needs to be taken beyond
these. He may have to be restrained during this to stop him
moving about (or running off!).

In this way the sub gets real punishment to teach him to mend
his ways because it is unpleasant for him. Of course the
Mistress will enjoy it - which is as it should be.

After this cathartic experience, the sub will be suitably
contrite and the Mistress having had her anger assuaged will be
feeling forgiveness. The status-quo will have been regained.

(The above assumes that the couple have been together long
enough for there to be complete trust between them and that the
sub has consented to being relieved of his safe-word.)

I think the idea of just ignoring the sub is a terrible idea. It
can only lead to resentment and disaster in the end.
Communication is vital.

Regards.

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C: c+b, feminization, and orgasm control
Date: 4 Apr 2008 00:38:41 -0000
From: xtiml

Re: 'Chastity-tease-denial-milking'

Tips and items useful and easily available.

First my dear ladies you got to first find out your targets
quirks, tendencies and mainly fetishes. His fetishes are used to
enslave and/or whatever you desire to do. Also you can create
new fetishes and stimuli in your other half. Here are some
useful and commanding things to use in the first steps and
further on as well, under c+b, feminization, and orgasm control
and chastity.

Tiny kit latex douche bag, fit over testes and also inhibits
ejaculation. Rubber bathing cap of your choice for him, use when
applying "Nair" to it, also rubber gloves of choice - dollar
store ones are adequate or other, enema douche bag as preferred,
wrist cuffs to cuff him over the shower rod, put the cap and
sack on his balls, depilate him, tease and "verbal" him.
Afterwards an enema bent over and aimed at his prostate.

Also a cut off finger from a glove makes a nice cock bondage
thingy, put on when full erect and it traps blood in it, and
lets see, then have fun enslaving him - it is easy.

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C: Definitely Interested in Punishment Whip
Date: Wed, 02 Apr 2008 00:21:38 -0000
From: "Herb Jameson"

In reply to (ex) Slave O's post in the punishment, type,
severity thread:

>"The requirement was that they hurt with a painful sting (fast
>and thin) without undue bruising (light), have minimal wrap
>around and a powerful swish with only a flick of a Ladies
>wrist. They measure approx 940 mm and are slightly similar to a
>fishing rod tip.

>"While they are not available commercially, I would be happy
>to describe the making of these whips in this forum if there is
>interest."

I would be interested, and I suspect virtually everyone on the
list, would be very interested in the details of how to make
these whips.

Herb

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Re: C: sissy training
Date: 3 Apr 2008 11:11:31 -0000
From: marcia

i am looking for a Lady to serve.

a Lady does not smoke, drink, use drugs, or chew gum, she does
not have tattoos or body piercings, She is beautiful and does
not ask you for money when you do not have it.

i will be Her sissy live in maid slave, i am a virgin, i live in
Orlando. i will give myself to her body and soul but no money, i
have none to spare.

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P: craving abuse feminization and chastity
Date: 7 Apr 2008 07:24:15 -0000
From: benjamin taylor

i need to contact a strong willed very dominant personality to
completely control me in any way she sees fit. i have some good
and true experience along these lines and crave abusive
treatment 24/7. feminization and chastity control are of
particular interest.

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P: E-mail domination
Date: Mon, 7 Apr 2008 16:37:38 +0200
From: "Glen Camilleri"

I am an attractive 19 year old male who would like to be
dominated by the use of email. I would like a dominant lady to
send frequent instructions by email or messenger. I am willing
to send photos of my punishments. I can be contacted by email at
glencam@gmail.com

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S: The Prisoner - Chapter 76
From: Boz 4444 at hotmail
Date: Sat, 5 Apr 2008 16:01:28 +0000

At last: another chapter of The Prisoner.
Rather delayed, but I hope that you like it.

Kind regards,
Boz / Will Cane

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The Prisoner, by Will Cane.
Chapter 76

The previous episode is at:-
http://u4ds.com/2007/01/s_the_prisoner_chapter_75.shtml

It was eleven pm before the evening training was over and the
squad dismissed. The Centre Nurse had elected to use a small but
vicious martinet on the girls with the reportedly soiled
panties. They were made to lay naked on their backs with their
knees up to their chests as the device was lashed down on to
their unprotected pudenda and anal cleft. She laid the
punishment on without any compassion ensuring that the small
knots in the leather thongs found the more sensitive targets.

Stewart regretted that the girls were still unshaved as he had
yet to make a decision of the style of their pubic hair or even
whether they would be allowed to retain any at all. The copious
crotch hair, particularly on Thorpe, offered a degree of
protection from the knots in the martinet but with the splayed
legs and spread vulvas the exposed sensitive areas helped to
make up for this.

Early morning saw the squad paraded outside the prison transit
van. The twelve females of various ages, size and shapes were
soon strapped to the individual grating seats over the bowls
with their panties down to their ankles. Stewart had been
accompanied by one of the wardresses Miss Horne who made herself
comfortable in the rear of the crew cab and Mr Turman one of the
young trainee warders who sat in the front seats with himself
and the driver.

It was obvious that young Turman had read the manual for the
vehicle and he soon familiarised himself with the controls.
Firstly he turned on the speaker and TV screen so that the
prisoners in the rear enclosed cabin could be visually and
audibly monitored and then turned the air conditioning to
maximum cold. The prisoners were experiencing their first
journey in the van and would soon find out that Mr Turman was
determined to make the journey as unpleasant as possible. They
had been briefed that no "comfort" stops would be made for them
and that they were positioned so that they could relieve
themselves at any time.

Half an hour into the drive all the females were shaking with
cold when Mr Turman decided it was time for their first intimate
wash-down. He selected the controls for the lowest water
temperature and the maximum spray force. Twelve voices screamed
their surprise as the ice cold jets hit their spread cheeks and
scoured their sensitive areas clean.

The journey time would show a drive of some three hours in the
logs, but to the prisoners it felt like days. The temperature
alternated between freezing cold and steamy heat with the spray
sometimes ice-cold and some times stingingly hot. It was well
into one of Mr Turman's freezingly cold periods when the van
arrived at an old Manor house buried deep in its own grounds and
they were released shivering into their new place of
incarceration.

The staff quarters were in an annexe to the Manor. Each had its
own lounge, bathroom and bedroom and with the thick walls and
carpets, security and privacy would not be an issue. Stewart was
told by an attractive young housekeeper that the owner, Lady
Halliday, was away on business but would be returning that
evening when they would all dine together.

The prisoner's accommodation was anything but luxurious. There
were three old wooden shacks arranged in a row with a small
paved gap between them. The outer ones were for the sleeping
accommodation with bare wooden floors, old iron beds, small
bedside cupboards and curtainless windows. The centre was the
ablutions block divided by a curtain between the male and female
sections. Inside it was primitive to say the least. There were
three cubicles without doors that contained chemical toilets and
opposite was a row of showers, again without any screens to even
limit the view of the prisoners when washing.

His squad had already packed their kit away and were being
marched away in their work dress of boots, ankle socks, denim
skirt and thin white vests to commence their duties under the
command of Mr Turman.

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Stewart walked into the male block just as a parade had been
called. Mrs Cheeseman welcomed him and said that he would now be
able to get acquainted with the male prisoners and she
introduced him to the two junior wardresses who were part of her
staff. Firstly she introduced Miss Nicola Brooks, a tall
extremely athletic girl of around thirty with frizzy ginger hair
partly controlled by a pony tail. She explained that Nicola's
hobby was body building and said that Stewart had a delight in
store when he saw her stripped down for taking the prisoners for
PT. Nicola blushed slightly beneath her deep tan and grinned
widely as she shook his hand with surprising firmness that
almost made him wince.

The other junior was Miss Kirsty Jones who was scarcely old
enough for even a junior position. It seems that she had just
left school and was on work experience in the newly formed cadet
organisation that allowed younger people to gain experience of
the new Correctional Centres when still in education. She was
just over five feet tall and carrying a lot of puppy fat, most
of which, Stewart noticed approvingly from the tightness of her
uniform jacket, was around her upper half.

She was a rather plain-faced girl with short fair hair in a
boyish style. She wore no make up and had a serious expression
that seemed fixed to her face. Stewart thought of his own time
as prisoner and almost shuddered at the thought of this young
girl being in charge and granted almost total authority over
males several times her age. She too shook his hands but the
grip was less firm and her hands were damp from perspiration.

The males were arranged in two lines, one behind the other and
all at rigid attention. They were dressed in the ridiculously
thin shorts that came only an inch or so below their crotch. An
equally thin vest covered their torsos and white trainers were
worn on their feet. He could not help notice how their genitals
bulged behind the thin material and knew that the slightest
start of an erection would be apparent to any observer.

Mrs Cheeseman walked up and down each line in the manner of a
military sergeant. Miss Brooks followed two paces behind with
her note book open and pen poised to record any infractions.

Fortunately there were only two minor errors with slight smudges
on their white trainers being found. The culprits were called to
the front, ordered to bend over grasping their ankles and Miss
Jones summoned to administer justice. She was removing a device
that had been hanging from her leather waist belt. This was
similar to the one that had once been used on Stewart. It was a
flexible shaft like a riding crop but at the end was a three
inch diameter leather disc with a half inch hole in the centre;
clearly the regulation strap had been replaced at the male
establishment. With calm deliberation the young girl raised the
two foot long springy shaft with the tab quivering at the end
and brought it down on the lower right cheek of the first
offender with a loud "crack". She followed this with two more
strokes to the same spot.

Stewart, remembering how a similar implement had felt when he
received it almost felt sorry for the male. He appreciated how
using what looked like a fairly gentle implement, but using it
repeatedly on the same spot would savagely increase the pain.

The next victim, a young lad of about the same age as the
wardress, had already been punished and as he bent over a round
discoloured bruise appeared on his left buttock. Miss Jones
swiftly pulled his shorts up to fully expose the area and
brought the disc cracking down three times on that spot causing
a gasp of pain to be forced through the boy's lips. Clearly a
new arrival who had much to learn about taking punishment
without protest.

The parade over, Stewart decided to take a look around the
estate to see what facilities it had to offer.

A short way down a track there was the small modern dressage
barn with a wood chip floor on which horses could be exercised
in inclement weather. It was now used for a far less pleasant
purpose. Stewart fully accepted that they would need a place
where formal punishments could be administered if they were to
keep the prisoners on top line and this place was large enough
to have the two teams paraded and, allowed to sit on
uncomfortable straw bales when awaiting the decision from Mrs
Cheeseman on what their punishment would be.

A row of comfortable garden chairs were provided for any
witnesses that cared to attend from the Manor House, directly in
front of which was an improvised punishment horse consisting of
a heavy trestle with straps hanging down. It was simple enough
to see how it could be used, the victim would stand at one end
and his or her ankles would be pulled apart and strapped to the
inverted V that formed the legs. They would then be ordered to
lay along the top and their wrists strapped to the far end. No
doubt there were other more uncomfortable ways of securing a
prisoner for punishment that he would learn later.

On a table next to the horse was the collection of implements
and devices that had been brought in the travelling punishment
kit. Some items such as canes and straps were replicated with
both centres sending such a selection, but others specifically
designed for one sex use lay in isolation. Stewart was pleased
to note that several understraps had been sent along with some
of the new type of nipple clamps that were combined with a
punishment brassiere he had yet to see demonstrated.

He continued his walk and came across a group of four from his
squad weeding a large flower bed. Despite the chill weather they
were in their work dress of heavy boots, short socks and just a
thin "T" shirt over a short denim skirt. They were working
unsupervised and simply assumed that he had come to check on
them. They sprang to attention where they stood, ignoring the
aches from their backs and soreness of their knees where they
had been pressed into the rough surfaces around the garden. He
called out a curt "Carry on working" to which they immediately
responded and he made a mental note to check them out later that
day to see just how stiff this unaccustomed exercise had made
them.

He called by Miss Jones's office to check and found her with one
of the male charges, a well built man in his forties. He was
standing at the 'present' to the left of her office chair as she
worked on some paper work on her desk. She seemed to be ignoring
him but he was having some difficulty in ignoring her as she sat
with her shoulder almost touching his thigh, in her bulging
uniform shirt the top few buttons of which were undone with the
tie lying on her desk

Having greeted Stewart and inviting him to sit she responded to
his quizzical look by glancing at the prisoner and explaining
that there had been a complaint that he hadn't been pulling his
weight that morning on domestic duties and she was pondering
what to do with him.

"I could of course give him a few with my slapper, but on the
other hand I could put him on a charge and have him dealt with
at the next punishment session. I suppose he would prefer the
first option." She glanced up at the male who was doing his best
not to show any emotion that could cause her to become
irritated.

"Naturally, should he commit any further offences whilst
standing here it could resolve the quandary for me. I'm afraid
that this prisoner has the reputation of being unable to control
his lust so, if you don't mind Dave, I will be keeping a close
eye on him. He seems in control at the moment..."

She slowly slid her left hand up the leg of his thin shorts and
manually checked his crotch. The prisoner screwed his eyes tight
as he fought to imagine himself anywhere but in the present
situation. Stewart found himself feeling some empathy as he
remembered the impossibility of controlling himself when, as a
prisoner, he had been in the same situation. Instead of the
brief check that the prisoner was hoping for, she kept her young
fingers around his shaft as she continued to talk to Stewart.

"You may have heard that this particular squad has been denied
any form of relief for over a month now, not even a milking
session. Even the ones without the chastity devices are rather
tightly wound. Mrs Cheeseman tells us that males are far more
responsive and obedient when 'denied' although we do have a lot
of problems with them having stiffies. Nothing that can't be
dealt with of course, but irritating to the staff."

Her attitude suddenly changed and she sprang from her chair to
stand in front of the wretch.

"I don't believe this!" she stormed: "I have hardly touched you
and you are daring to display an erection. Drop your shorts!"

A nervous glance at Stewart and the male slid the shorts down to
his spread knees and snapped back to the 'present' position. His
penis was barely raised from the fully deflated but if this
young vixen said that he had lost control, then that was the way
he would be dealt with.

She leant forward so that her uniform shirt sagged slightly
enabling the wretch to see the tops of her tightly encased young
breasts. She gripped the organ almost gently and slowly slid the
foreskin back to expose him. At the same time her other hand
cradled his scrotum protectively. Stewart wondered if the male
could feel the cold clamminess of her hands that he had noticed
earlier.

His tumescence grew beyond his control until the organ was fully
erect, still held by the young wardress. She was furious,
conveniently ignoring the fact that she alone had caused his
reaction. She apologised to Stewart and standing in front of the
prisoner, started slapping him hard across the face with her
right palm and then across his other cheek with the back of the
hand several times. She put her weight behind the slaps and the
male, had no choice but to stand rigidly at the 'present' and
accept this face beating from the short young wardress,
desperately hoping that he would not incur further fury. She
eventually sat down somewhat out of breath, disdainfully wiping
her hands on a tissue from the box on her desk as she pondered
what his fate would be.

"It's unfortunate that we don't have a Centre Nurse with us
otherwise I would arrange for this wretch to have an extended
period of genital discipline. The best I can do is to put him on
report for a punishment session. I think that rather than
suggest a suitable level of infliction, I will simply charge him
and let Mrs Cheeseman decide at the time, I'm sure that she will
be even keener than I to ensure that he will be suitably dealt
with. Let's see... Failure to carry out domestic duties to a
sufficient standard... and being found with an erection in the
presence of a lady officer should do it. Dress yourself and
dismiss... wretch!"

Hurriedly, the red faced prisoner struggled with his shorts and
left the office. Miss Jones continued her conversation as if
nothing had happened.

"As you may know, Dave, I am on the new cadet schemes and there
hasn't been time for a formalised training course so Mrs
Cheeseman has agreed to have me here for training on the job.
I'm possibly being allowed my first prisoner for personal
service this evening so I am getting rather excited at the
thought of having one of them to do with as I please for a
couple of hours. Perhaps it will be one of your females. Perhaps
I will get that wretch that you have just seen. Once he has had
a decent beating at the punishment session he should be a little
more respectful to me. It will be the first time that I have a
person standing in front of me without anyone else present who
will have to do exactly as I wish and I want to make sure that
it is an occasion that he or she won't forget. Any tips that you
can give me will be most appreciated."

Stewart smiled and assured her that from what he had seen so far
she seemed to have a natural bent towards dominating prisoners.
"The essential thing to bear in mind Kirsty is that your
reputation can be made or broken with these sessions as the
prisoners are bound to talk amongst themselves. Don't let them
get away with anything. If they step out of line, send them down
the guardroom for an 'unofficial', as many times as is
necessary. Use your own swatter freely for minor slips and do
your best to make any service you make them perform as
unpleasant as possible. The end result should be that the word
gets around and all of the prisoners are terrified of what you
may require them to do and most importantly, displeasing you in
any way. If you like I can ask Miss Horne to drop by
'unexpectedly' to check on your progress. She can use her strap
on him and give you a few pointers. Fortunately she is qualified
with both female and male prisoners so she knows her stuff."

"Thanks, Dave, but the problem is that we don't have a guardroom
here, so where can I send a prisoner for an unofficial or two?"

"Good point, I'm sure that Mrs Cheeseman has planned something
to cover that problem, I will check with her and get back to
you. What would be ideal would be to allow us to punish above
our rank, you know, to allow us to say cane the prisoners when
they asked for it. It wouldn't do my girls any harm and might
even improve their overall performance. How do you feel about
laying the cane on?"

Miss Jones looked thoughtful. "I would certainly do my best but
I doubt that I could swing a cane like the senior wardresses do,
still I could add extra strokes I suppose to make up for my lack
of expertise."

"...and how do you feel about the practice of lady wardresses
being stripped to the waist for formal punishments?" he
enquired.

Kirsty grinned widely and admitted that she always enjoyed
tempting any of the prisoners with brief flashes of her
underwear and perhaps, exposing herself even more to them would
be an even bigger turn on. She had also wondered how it felt
being a female prisoner herself in the hands of someone like
Stewart and how she would feel when ordered to strip for an
inspection.

Half joking, Stewart said that he could answer that question
right away, all she had to do was to lock the office door and
stand at the present in front of him. She pondered the
suggestion, grinned and said that as this was hardly the time
and place to ensure privacy, how about they continue this
discussion later that day in Stewart's room?

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Stewart could not believe that this girl was serious and really
wanted to know how a prisoner felt. "You realise that you will
have to do anything that I order and that any reluctance on your
part will have to be dealt with immediately. That I always make
these inspections as humiliating and uncomfortable as I can?" he
asked quietly.

"Yes Sir," She replied with a smile.

"...and that the slightest lack of respect by you or any error
will have to be dealt with using corporal punishment of the type
and severity that one of the female prisoners would expect?"

She again replied with a "Yes Sir" but this time it was almost
inaudible.

Stewart then said that this would have to be cleared by Mrs
Cheeseman, otherwise they could both be in for some real
trouble. Blushingly Miss Jones agreed and said that she looked
forward to hearing when "she would be dealt with."

Stewart continued his walk and soon located the block where Mrs
Cheeseman had set up her office. He knocked politely at the door
and entered to the command of her voice. He quickly raised the
problem about not having access to a guardroom for unofficial
punishments and learned, as he had expected, that the solution
had already been determined.

An officer from both groups was to be available on a 24 hour
basis to act as punishment staff. The restriction on their
powers of punishment was temporarily suspended to ensure that
they could inflict thorough discipline when necessary. Any
reluctance and the offender was to be offered the choice between
an official punishment where he or she would be sentenced by Mrs
Cheeseman acting in place of the Governor, or taking an
unofficial. The main advantage being that the latter would not
appear on the prisoners conduct sheet.

"This is yet another chance for you to shine Stewart... so make
the most of it," She intoned.

She then went on to the provision of personal services for the
staff who were at the Manor. She realised that Stewart would
need a female and that he would be unable under the regulations
to use one of his own squad. She had authority to suspend that
particular rule and as of now, all the prisoners could be used
if he had any need for one of the males, he only had to ask.
Naturally, her own staff would simply choose one of the females
from his squad if and when they felt the need of a change from
selecting one of the males.

Stewart took this opportunity of mentioning Miss Jones'
suggestion that she should experience how a prisoner felt and
was surprised at the enthusiasm with which Mrs Cheeseman greeted
it.

"What an excellent training session that would be... provided of
course that you did it properly and didn't go easy on her. I
will draw up a specific order for her attendance on you... it
could be a delightful surprise for her... I will have it typed
out so that she realises that it won't simply be a game and that
she will really be made to feel as the prisoners do.... however
unpleasant you choose to make that."

Stewart mentioned how she had handled the male in her office.
There was, of course, no question of Mrs Cheeseman criticising
Miss Jones for what was obviously entrapment. Instead she
concentrated on the problem that they had with male erections.
She mentioned how she believed in little or no sexual relief for
them as it really kept them on their toes especially when it
included activities such as saddle duty...

They exchanged knowing smiles.

"It did have this downside of them stiffening up at the most
inopportune times," She mused. "but, this is a small price to
pay for having a dozen really horny males almost twitching with
hope and frustration. Anyhow, I have yet to see one of them
maintain an erection during a really thorough thrashing."

Their conversation was interrupted by Miss Horne who came in to
report that one of Stewart's females Thorpe had sprained her
left wrist when she carelessly fell moving some bales of hay. To
be on the safe side and taking into consideration the lack of
prison nursing staff Miss Cheeseman instructed Stewart to take
the girl to the local hospital for a check.

In just a few minutes he had driven the girl, a short dumpy
female to the A and E and found that they were expected. The
girl had hurriedly changed from her work clothes into her school
type dress that was even more humiliating when seen in public.
Stewart was asked to take a seat in the waiting area, which he
did with the prisoner standing at attention at his side. The
staff were not particularly busy and several stopped to observe
the female who blushed continually at the interest.

In just a few minutes they were called to an examination area
and Stewart explained the situation to two very junior male
doctors assisted by a severe looking senior nurse. The doctors
could scarcely contain their amazement. They had obviously heard
about these new centres but had never met one of the inmates.
The nurse however had previously met staff who were on a visit
to Lady Halliday and knew exactly how to deal with the female
ordering her to take a seat on a small stool in the cubicle.

Instinctively Thorpe's knees flew apart as she sat and her hands
were clasped behind her despite the pain that caused. She
nervously explained how she had hurt her wrist and offered it to
one of the doctors to examine. The nurse curtly ordered her to
remove her tie, then her shirt was removed by the nurse.
Blushing she resumed her position with the doctor carefully
feeling around her arm.

Stewart found himself explaining the rules of the centre to the
fascinated doctors but found that the nurse seemed to know as
much as he did. Having decided that there was no real injury the
nurse was told to apply a firm crepe bandage to the offending
wrist which she did with not the slightest care about the
obvious pain that this caused, even to the extent of slapping
her across the face a couple of times for fidgeting. When one
the doctors looked shocked the nurse turned towards Stewart and
asked if she had been punished recently.

Stewart laughed and said that this was one of his most
troublesome charges and that it had been necessary to have her
disciplined several times. He ordered her to her feet and to
bend over the chair. The nurse gave him a quick look to obtain
his permission and slowly pulled down Thorpe's regulation white
panties.

The nurse stared impassively at the marks that covered nearly
all of the large soft buttocks and the doctors could be heard to
gasp.

The nurse asked, "I saw a female just a few weeks ago who seemed
to need to learn the hard way. I take it that the rule still
applies that no allowances are to be made for any earlier
bruising if she requires correcting?"

"Indeed not", replied Stewart. "She also collected a few strokes
with one of the crotch martinets last night for soiled underwear
before we left for the Manor House."

The nurse then explained that she had visited the house at Lady
Halliday's request the last time she had "guests" staying and
had made a point of being present for the evening's punishment
session every night. She was surprised to hear that there was a
male squad in residence and said how interested she would be in
the methods of control that were used for them. She mentioned
that she had a few free days due and offered to attend the Manor
if this would be helpful.

At this point one of the doctors questioned what was meant by a
crotch martinet and the nurse ordered the bent over girl to
remove her panties and lay on the bench with her knees spread.
To Thorpe's blushing humiliation they both examined her pubic
area intently and found the small bruises that the knots had
left behind commenting that had she been shaved she would have
felt it more. They firmly pulled her vaginal lips apart and
looked at the sensitive pink flesh.

"The martinet is always laid on with the legs well spread and
the amount of punishment that the inner labia receive is
dependant on how much the girl 'gapes' in that position. It
looks as if she is one of the 'tighter' ones that suffers less,"
the nurse muttered. "Frankly, unless the girl is shaved and has
spreader clips applied to open up the sensitive areas I don't
see much point in using the crotch martinet. When it lands on
the clitoris and inner lips they certainly seem to feel it more
and that is always the purpose of any punishment. If I was
carrying out a post-punishment inspection she would be sent back
for an immediate re-application."

Thorpe was left to dress herself despite the difficulties that
her strapped up arm presented. She left the hospital with the
fervent hope that she would not fall under the authority of the
nurse when she paid her promised visit to the Manor House.

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In what seemed like no time at all the entire group were in the
dressage barn for the first punishment session of the visit.
Lady Halliday had arrived early and was sitting comfortably in a
wooden arm chair with a group of her friends and lady staff
members gathered around her.

Stewart was surprised as he had been expecting the usual country
lady of leisure, plump and older than he. Instead she was an
extremely tall female in her mid-thirties with what was
obviously a superbly fit and well-shaped body. Her long dark
hair was tied in a strict bun and she was dressed in a business
suit, perhaps indicating that she had come directly from some
meeting. Her face was that of a total autocrat who expected and
always had her own way. She was attractive rather than pretty
with a large nose and almost cat like eyes. He would later learn
that she was the trophy wife of a very successful industrialist
who satisfied her every financial whim for the privilege of
being able to show her off on important occasions. Spoilt and
petulant she had the power to make anyone who crossed her regret
their action deeply. All the staff had been made totally aware
of the need to leave this lady well and truly satisfied with the
way the staff conducted business whilst enjoying their stay on
her estate.

The row of female prisoners stood rigidly at attention in their
school type uniforms facing an equally rigid line of males in
their thin shorts and vests. They were then allowed to sit on
the bales with their hands behind their backs and knees at the
regulation 45 degree spread. They were told that if their name
was called out they were to come to attention, then march
forward and stand in front of Mrs Cheeseman's table.

The first name called was that of the hapless male who had
earlier enraged Miss Jones. Having snapped to attention in front
of the desk he listened as Miss Cheeseman slowly read the charge
sheet, then stared at him intently.

"The sooner the male prisoners realise that any lack of control
will be dealt with severely, the sooner they will learn to
control themselves. You will receive ten strokes of S and C."

The prisoner groaned as he was led to the horse and told to
strip naked. He placed his uniform items on the adjacent table
and obediently lay over the punishment support. Miss Jones
glanced towards Mrs Cheeseman as she picked up the wrist
restraints and received a shake of her head in return. This was
to be an unsecured infliction that would require an amazing
degree of self control from the prisoner.

Stewart was not the only person who was confused by the term S
and C. So were the assembled civilians and the female prisoners.
They were soon to learn that it was one of Mrs Cheeseman's
favourite punishments.

With the male in position, clinging desperately to the horse,
Miss Brookes selected a thick strap from the adjacent table and
ran it through her fingers. It was two feet long and only an
inch wide and made from one of the stiffer hides so that despite
the presumed regular oiling, it was stiff enough not to droop
too much when held out. She lifted it over her shoulder and
brought it down with a crack over the centre of the buttocks.
Surprisingly she then stepped to the side and was replaced by
Mrs Cheeseman holding a medium cane. Taking careful aim she
brought it down across the middle of the red swathe that was
starting to appear on the skin.

A low gasp of pain and resignation was heard from the male. So
the S stood for strap and the C stood for cane. Laid on in this
manner it would be far more painful than say 10 strokes of the
strap followed by 10 of the cane, but that of course, was the
purpose behind the technique.

The application continued at a leisurely pace so that the wretch
across the horse had ample time to absorb each stroke of both
implements. When the fifth stroke of the strap had been laid on
cutting across the tops of the thighs, Mrs Cheeseman took up
position and brought the cane whistling down. Unfortunately, for
the victim, she missed the thin band of red left by the strap
and struck an unpunished area. Mrs Cheeseman apologised to Miss
Brookes and asked her to lay the stroke on again, which she did
with commendable accuracy across her original swelling weal. Mrs
Cheeseman then laid the cane on again, this time managing to hit
the correct but agonisingly tender target.

Stewart had to keep his expression rigid in case he displayed
any sympathy with the prisoner. For no reason under his control
he would have to accept as many strokes as were necessary to
achieve the S and C type punishment. Only Mrs Cheeseman's
personal pride and her considerable experience with the cane
would save him from a much harsher punishment than the one to
which he was sentenced.

It was eventually over. The male dressed and limped back to his
uncomfortable seat on the straw bale. One of the female
prisoners replaced him by the name of Lessing. She was in her
early forties, rather attractive and with a tall but plump body
that looked even more absurd in the school uniform. Her hair was
dark and cut short and her somewhat haughty face showed signs of
real fear as to what was to happen.

The charge of "Slacking during a work session" was read out and
after due consideration Mrs Cheeseman sentenced her to 8 strokes
of the cane. A light enough sentence that should have been
received with relief, rather than the woman's look of horror.

Just then, Lady Halliday gave an exclamation of surprise and
stood up.

"Excuse me Mrs Cheeseman, but I seem to know this prisoner. I
believe that she was in the employ of my husband in one of his
city firms where she caused him some considerable trouble at
various times with her attitude."

Lessing's heart sank. She had hoped against hope that she would
not be recognised. She had indeed worked in a very senior
boardroom capacity for the husband and, after months of sexual
intimidation from him, had sued for sexual harassment. Everyone
warned her that it would ruin her career and it had. The whole
case had been loaded against her, with other females in a
similar position siding with the industrialist in the hope of
securing their own jobs. Her final downfall was when she
completely lost her temper when the lady judge threw her case
out of court and shouted her contempt across the court to her.

The judge had no option but to deal with this abuse of a female
in public service and sentenced her to a minimum of six months
in the correctional centre.

Lady Halliday continued:

"I would ask that you and your staff keep a particular watch
over this woman and ensure that she learns some respect for her
betters. I would ask that I be given a daily report on her
conduct whilst she is here and that you deal with her in the
strictest manner."

Mrs Cheeseman immediately regretted the rather lenient
punishment that she had ordered and resolved to made amends as
soon as possible. She then offered Lady Halliday her full
support in correcting the obviously appalling attitude of the
woman.

Miss Horne was asked to inflict the sentence, and taking the
attitude that it would be in her own interests to start the
woman's life of misery as soon as possible, she advanced on the
older female with a cold smile. Having read the prisoner's file
earlier and heard the Lady Halliday's comments, she was more
than happy to let her feel how it felt to be under another
woman's total control.

She was made to stand facing away from Lady Halliday's group and
then told to remove her panties and hand them to Miss Horne who
threw them casually on the barn floor. She was ordered to bend
over with her legs wide apart and clasp her legs as far down
towards the ankles as possible. With some grunting and a visible
effort she managed to grasp just below her rather podgy knees.

With her legs wide apart she presented a most humiliating view
of her rather hairy anal cleft and crotch and was soon trembling
in sheer embarrassment.

Lady Halliday could be heard to comment how shocked she was at
the amount of weight Lessing had put on since she last saw her
and how she had always been irritated by the way she had
flounced around the office with her chest thrust out to attract
the men.

"This, girl, will be eight hard strokes across your buttocks.
You will remain bent over until I give the order to stand. Under
no circumstances will you attempt to avoid any stroke by moving
or placing your hands in the way. Is that understood?"

A muffled "Yes Miss" emerged from the red faced woman.

This was to be Miss Horne's first real application of the cane,
and she was determined to impress Miss Cheeseman and the
watching prisoners with her severity.

Having selected a suitable cane from the collection on offer,
Miss Horne advanced on the prisoner, stood well to her left and
gave the cane a few experimental swishes. She then raised it
over her shoulder and brought it whistling in to dig into the
plump cheeks. The woman gasped and shuffled a little on her feet
as she absorbed the pain. The second came down and struck in
almost the same spot.

It was the oldest trick in the book for the caner to lay all the
strokes on the same area. It would have been far kinder to
spread them out over the entire punishment surface but Miss
Horne was clearly doing her best to establish a reputation for
severity.

Which she did.

The next six struck home so that the entire swathe of growing
weals only covered a band of two inches across the lower part of
the woman's ample buttocks. She was then told to face her
Ladyship at attention, but with her skirt still up around her
waist.

"Well, Lessing, I intend to play my part in two aspects of your
stay here. The first will be to get some of that fat off you and
the second will be to teach you some manners. I imagine that my
husband may well wish to concern himself in these and other
matters."

"Dismiss!"

Shaking with pain, fear and humiliation she replaced her
regulation panties and limped red faced back to the straw seat
sitting with an audible gasp.

Next for punishment was the young male by the name of Barnett
who had taken some strokes earlier with Miss Jones's slapper. He
was charged with refusal to accept punishment. It seemed that
following his earlier punishment Miss Jones had found further
fault with him and ordered him to bend for more whacks. She no
doubt aimed for the same area that she had laid the slapper on
earlier knowing that the young boy would probably be unable to
take it. His instinctive leap to the upright position with his
hands clasped protectively over the impact point was perfectly
understandable to any humane person that might have been
watching, but to Miss Jones it was a flagrant attempt to avoid
punishment. Rather than allow him to take the swats again she
gave him the grim news that his movement had earned him a place
on the night's punishment session.

Mrs Cheeseman stared at the now frightened youth.

"When a wardress considers it necessary to give you a summary
punishment, boy, you have to accept it, no matter how
uncomfortable it might be. You are very fortunate that Miss
Jones didn't charge you with failing to obey an order otherwise
you would really be in for it."

"Strip!"

With a nervous look around the barn the male prisoner removed
his shorts and vest and stood at the 'present' facing the
dignitaries. They were surprised to see that he had a sealed
plastic tube over his male organ.

Mrs Cheeseman explained the problems that many of the male
prisoners seemed to experience in keeping their lust under
control. This male was one of the ones that had been fitted with
a chastity device to keep him in check and she invited Lady
Halliday to inspect it. He was soon rigidly at the present in
front of her and she leaned forward to grasp the device in her
right hand. She commented on how it was fixed with a thin strap
that went round the scrotum and wondered how uncomfortable
wearing such a contraption would be.

Mrs Cheeseman explained that they were so effective in
preventing erections any thought as to comfort was never
entertained. As this had been in place for nearly a month he
would no doubt claim a certain discomfort. Perhaps more
discomfort would be felt in his scrotum as the testes did tend
to become rather tender if denied frequent ejaculation. The
males certainly jumped a mile when it was necessary for a
wardress to examine them in that area.

Lady Halliday thoughtfully grasped his scrotum with her other
hand and gave him a firm squeeze. Despite his rigid position the
boy grunted and tried to pull back.

"Keep still Boy!" yelled Mrs Cheeseman and he had the good sense
to do just that even as the pressure was increased and the bulbs
were pulled a little away from his body.

Oblivious to the very real pain the prisoner was feeling, the
discussion continued with Lady Halliday expressing an interest
in not only keeping males in a frisky condition but also in
ensuring that they were properly milked albeit at infrequent
intervals. She left Mrs Cheeseman in no doubt that the group was
to be "emptied" in her presence in the not to distant future.

"Since you seem unable to take your punishment unrestrained, you
will now be strapped over the punishment horse and receive the
original punishment that you avoided... Miss Jones..."

The male was soon over the horse and the two wardresses secured
him over one end with his legs wide. Miss Jones unhooked her
slapper and drew it back over her shoulder to bring it down
across the round patch of reddened and bruised flesh at the base
of his right buttock. It must have hurt like hell but two
further strokes followed in exactly the same spot, and that left
him struggling against his straps and whimpering. There was
total silence from the rest of the barn as everyone awaited Mrs
Cheeseman's decision on what the rest of punishment would be.

"I need you to prove that you have learned a lesson and will
take further punishment without any problems. You will therefore
receive six with the slapper from Miss Jones immediately and
tomorrow, you will report to her at 0800hrs, 1200hrs and 1800hrs
for three strokes each time. You will not be restrained for any
of these punishments and if you dare to not comply in any way
you will be back here tomorrow night for a formal thrashing.
Release him!"

The slapper was supposed to be an informal light punishment
within the system, but here was a demonstration of how it could
be one of the more feared methods of inflicting pain.

The boy was now shaking with fear as he was ordered to bend
over, legs apart awaiting the six stokes. Miss Jones, though
possibly even younger than her victim was determined to
demonstrate her authority.

She could have inflicted all the six swats on the same spot, but
no doubt realising that with a further nine to follow the next
day, she could afford to be generous. She started by bringing
the slapper down on the area that had caused the problem,
knowing that the prisoner would assume that this was to be the
only target. His knees buckled as he struggled to absorb the
pain. She then continued the punishment, alternating the whacks
between the existing bruising and the same spot on the other
buttock. The flexible shaft that held the round leather disc
added to the force of impact as the young wardress got into the
routine... and even impressed Mrs Cheeseman.

Somehow he managed to maintain his position and he then found
himself ordered to replace his clothes and sit on the straw
bale. He would have many restless hours to spend wondering just
how the next three strokes would be inflicted and hoping against
hope that she would spread them out over his backside. Had he
been more experienced with the ways of the wardresses he would
have known that each report to Miss Jones would be used by her
as an opportunity to inflict far more discomfort that the simple
three swats.

The punishments continued for only a short time as this was,
after all, the first night and there had been little scope for
the assembled prisoners to rack up the usual number of offences.
But the evening's disciplines were not yet over for two
prisoners and one member of the staff.

The prisoner Lessing was called over to Mrs Cheeseman and told
that she was on personal duties that night and she was to report
to Mr Turman immediately. The mature woman, still flushed and
shaking from her earlier punishment, looked across the barn and
saw with rising horror that Mr Turman was regarding her with a
wide grin across his young face. Her heart sank as she took on
board the awful thought that she was about to become a mere
plaything to someone whom she would previously have regarded as
a schoolboy lout. She knew better than to even try to plead with
Mrs Cheeseman that she was more than old enough to be his
mother. Taking a deep breath that made her matronly breasts even
more prominent, she walked over to him, eyes downcast, and
curtsied her acceptance.

Next, the young inexperienced prisoner Barnett was told to
report to Miss Horne's room. The lady wardress having achieved a
very low profile so far during the visit had expressed a certain
need to Mrs Cheeseman who had been happy to oblige her. Barnett
would be finding out that the quietest staff members were not
necessarily the kindest. If nothing else it would be perhaps
better for him than lying in bed worrying about how Miss Jones
would treat him the following morning.

Perhaps.

Having dismissed the males and females to their duties, Mrs
Cheeseman called Miss Jones to her and handed her a brown
envelope. With some trepidation the girl opened it and read the
contents:

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Dear Miss Jones,

It has been decided that it will be to your advantage to undergo
some training that will enable you to fully appreciate how
prisoners should be treated when selected to a period of
personal service by one of the staff.

You will therefore be subjected to a two hour period of training
by Mr Stewart this evening. During this period he may discipline
you in any way he sees fit and require you to carry out any
duties of any nature that he may wish. In short, you will be
reduced to the status of a female prisoner and subject to
prisoner rules and obedience to authority.

You will hand this note to Mr Stewart immediately.

Signed, Mrs Cheeseman

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Shaking with either fear or excitement, she wasn't sure which,
Miss Jones handed the note to Stewart who in truth had forgotten
about their earlier conversation. His face lit up and he leant
over to whisper in her ear:

"Go straight to my room and wait outside. I will be along
shortly as I need to collect some equipment."

It was some minutes later that Stewart arrived at his room to
find the short, plump wardress in full uniform and standing
rigidly at attention.

He ordered her inside.

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