DOMestic Bdsm and Female Domination

He then stood in front of the girl looking her up and down.

"You now know that Mrs Cheeseman has approved your request and
ordered me to ensure that you really appreciate how the female
prisoners here are dealt with. That means that you will obey
every order without question and do exactly what I require. As
corporal punishment is an essential part of the training process
you may also expect to be subjected to some painful examples of
that method. Do I make myself clear girl?"

Jones half muttered her reply as she stared at the floor.

Stewart picked up a wooden board around 8 inches by 18 inches
and an inch thick. The underside was polished wood and Jones was
immediately puzzled as to its use. It was placed on the floor in
front of her and she could see that the top surface was covered
in ball bearings the size of garden peas that had been firmly
glued to the wood. She was ordered to undo her stockings and
slip them down beneath her knees.

Blushing, for the first time that evening she reached up under
her skirt and unclipped the four suspender studs that held each
of the regulation uniform stockings high on her thighs and
rolled the nylon material downwards.

"I intend to start with this simple device that seems to give
the prisoners some discomfort. It is often used at the start of
a session to place them in the right frame of mind. When I say
now, you will kneel on the block with your knees together, hands
on your head and body straight. You will not attempt move off it
until I tell you...."

"...Now!"

Jones knelt on the carpet and lifted each knee in turn to place
it on the device, then knelt upright placing her hands as
directed. She was surprised just how painfully the small balls
were as her plump knees were compressed against their surface.
She soon found that her lips were pulled back her small white
teeth were exposed as she absorbed the pain.

It was only a minute into the demonstration that she leant
forward in an attempt to relieve the pressure and was told
harshly to keep her back straight. She had no idea how long she
would be left there and realised that her plumpness at least
gave her knees some cushioning even though her weight increased
the overall pressure.

Stewart sat in an easy chair watching the girl dispassionately.
With prisoners he had seen them compelled to take ten minutes of
knee pain and he certainly wasn't disposed to letting Jones off
with much less.

Five minutes slipped slowly by and he needed to snap out several
orders to correct her position as she underwent the ordeal.
Eight minutes passed and she started to tremble under the pain
and stress of her position and had her eyes closed but still
with bared teeth in a grimace of pain. Finally, as a tear
escaped one of her closed eyes he ordered her to resume the
attention position then watched the mixture of relief and pain
as she struggled to her feet.

Both knees were reddened and indented with the shape of the ball
bearings but her formal position prevented any thought of her
soothing the area with any massage. He again addressed her.

"That was merely the first treatment that you will receive this
evening. You may think that it was hurting, but believe me, you
will even offer to mount the kneeling board to avoid some of the
events that I have in mind. I will now move on to the subject of
humiliating prisoners."

Jones's breath was almost returning to normal but the last
remark caused a sharp intake that was only contained by her
tight uniform jacket.

He continued:

"Humiliation can often be achieved by the simple removal of
clothing in the presence of a staff member of either sex. Some
females find a male staff member more embarrassing, others one
of their own sex. A difference in age can also have its
benefits. My guess is that having you strip in the presence of a
senior female would be the most embarrassing and perhaps we will
arrange for that later in the evening but for now, it will be
just me who examines you... and remember... there is no
restriction on staff members handling prisoners to carry out a
full inspection."

He let his words sink in and was about to order her to remove
her jacket when the internal 'phone rang. He had forgotten that
he was the duty officer for the night and that any staff member
requiring an "unofficial" would be calling on him.

It was young Turman. It would seem that Lessing was causing
problems as she deeply resented being under the control of a
highly hormonal young lad and was simply not obeying his orders.
"Would Mr Stewart attend to the problem please?"

He was told to send the prisoner to Mr Stewart's room and she
would be returned when her attitude had been dealt with.

Miss Jones just had time to re-attach her stockings and regain
her wardress composure when a nervous knock at the door
announced the offender's arrival. She was soon ordered into the
room to take up the place that Miss Jones had only just vacated.

Lessing was as indignant as she was dishevelled. Her flushed
face and sweaty appearance gave some clues as to the activities
that Mr Turman had been partaking in before he finally realised
that she needed further training. He had really enjoyed having a
much older snooty bitch at his disposal but to her the
humiliation of having to obey the orders of what seemed to be a
spotty faced schoolboy was too much to bear. The way her nipples
protruded though the uniform shirt showed where his attentions
had been partly directed but it would seem her total refusal to
agree to provide whatever service Mr Turman required proved her
downfall.

Stewart was about to start with a lecture when again he was
interrupted by the 'phone.

This time it was the shy retiring Miss Horne to complain about
her charge Barnett. It took some effort by Stewart to extract
from the shy wardress what her complaint was about. She had
found him most reluctant to provide the service that she
required and, like Turman, requested that Stewart carry out some
attitude training on him.

In just minutes Stewart had both Lessing and Barnett side by
side at attention. Slowly ideas formed in his mind as to how
this situation could be used to give Miss Jones an evening to
remember. Clearly he would need to maintain her authority over
the prisoners but she would have no option other than to join in
various disciplines that she would realise would later be
applied to her. He decided to start by addressing the two
wretches that had been sent to him.

"Both of you are in here because of your total lack of respect
to the staff members who were in charge of you this evening. I
intend that you will be returned to them in a more contrite and
obedient frame of mind to the extent that you will obey any...
and I mean any... order that they choose to give you. It seems
that you have both refused to carry out a duty of a rather
personal nature that the staff members required and so you only
have yourselves to blame for what will now happen to you. I will
start by administering a dozen hard strokes of the cane so that
you will understand how I deal with any refusals to obey orders.
You, Lessing, will be first... step forward and remove your
skirt."

Nervously the woman unclipped the short uniform skirt, removed
it and placed it on a nearby chair. She was taller than Stewart
had first thought and must be approaching six feet tall with her
uniform shoes on. Her shirt only partly covered her regulation
tight white panties that dug into her plump thighs. Her small
white suspender belt held up her stockings with several
descending clips. The weals from her punishment earlier in the
evening stood out against the pink flesh of her lower buttocks
and must still have been hurting her. Stewart ordered her to the
'present' position and rubbed his hands over the ridges. She
flinched at the light contact but held her position.

"Your buttocks seem to be rather sensitive," smiled Stewart. "It
would seem to be rather harsh if I were to lay on another set of
strokes over the same area so I will be kind and find other
areas to accept the cane..."

He picked up a straight thin three foot cane with a rubber grip
from the collection, swished it a few times watching the
prisoner twitch at even the sound... and continued...

"How about if I gave you three across the front of each thigh,"
he stroked the cane up and down each leg lifting the shirt tail
up... "then three across the back..." and stroked the now
shaking thick legs between the buttock crease and the back of
each knee. I would then let you have three on each inner thigh?
I realise that would add up to more than twelve and that you
might be limping for a few minutes, but it would spread the
bruising around a little. What do you say to that Lessing?"

She stuttered a hesitant "Yes Sir."

"Just one more thing," he continued "...and this applies to both
of you, since we have no means of securing you in this room you
will be expected to accept the punishments without unnecessary
movement, otherwise... we will have to add more strokes for your
lack of control. Lessing... remove your tie, shirt, suspender
belt and stockings."

With a last desperate look around the room she slipped off the
tie and undid the shirt sliding it down her arms. Before she
could place it with her skirt. Miss Jones grabbed it and
carefully examined the material checking for cleanliness. The
areas under the armpits were damp and she felt obliged to
comment.

"Been sweating have we girl? Believe me, when Mr Stewart has
finished you will be more than a little damp."

Having unclipped the stockings The prisoner then had to balance
on each leg and slide them down and off her feet finally
unclipping and removing the belt itself. Miss Jones pointedly
took each item from her, handling and inspecting them with
distaste.

Stewart took two large books from a shelf, and placing them on
the carpet in front of Lessing indicated that she should stand
on them at the 'present'. Both he and Miss Jones took in the
sight of the mature woman awaiting their punishment. She had on
just the thin white prisoners' bra that was clearly a size too
small and gave hardly any support to the bulging breasts that
sagged slightly under their own weight. The shoulder straps dug
into the flesh as did the rear straps. Both nipples protruded
forming sizeable nubs under the material. Her underarm stubble
again reminded Stewart that he had yet to decide on the body
hair style for his squad and knew that to a fastidious woman
like this, even having this little underarm hair would be
irritating. Her entire body had a sheen of light sweat that was
becoming more apparent as she stood there. A combination of the
over warm room and her embarrassment were both contributing to
this.

A thickly waisted stomach spread around a recessed naval that
was just above the white, tight regulation panties. He estimated
her weight at around 160 lbs and pondered how fit she would
prove to be when the prisoners were subjected to forced PT under
Miss Horne. She would certainly be one of those who would suffer
from a lack of breast support during movement. He instinctively
knew that her chances of avoiding early breast punishment was
almost zero once the effects of Lady Halliday's dislike of her
was acted upon.

He stood to her right, flexed the cane between both hands with
her looking nervously at it and then rested the tip across the
front of her right thigh just below her panty crotch. He then
brought the cane back and struck the target with the cane tip
whistling along parallel to the floor.

Lessing gasped slightly but held her position.

The following two strokes were just as hard and an inch below
the preceding one. From the increasing look of fear in the
mature woman's eyes Stewart knew that the strokes, though only
leaving a six inch or so weal, were causing a very real level of
pain and that Lessing was fully aware that this was only the
start.

Slowly, Stewart moved to her left and administered the three
across her left thigh front. All of which Lessing accepted with
an increasing stoicism. The next two sets across her rear thighs
would be more difficult as Stewart kept her in the legs wide
position by ordering her to bend over to grasp her knees.

The skin was visibly tightened by this position and the weals
from the earlier punishment were even more apparent.
Unfortunately for the woman, the lower strokes had cut into the
upper thighs so the first stroke was, of necessity to be laid
across them despite Stewart's early promise. He took up position
for the right thigh and dragged the cane up and down the small
area that he intended to hurt, making sure that she realised the
tender area would be involved. The first landed about six inches
from the buttock crease, was laid on with force, and had Lessing
gasping and her legs buckling slightly. The next was three
inches higher but the last was high into the bruised area which
extracted a short yelp and a hand brought round to rub the
impact area.

"Keep still girl!" he snapped. "I will deal with that error
later and if you move again I will regard it as a serious
offence."

His warning achieved the required effect and the three on the
back of her other thigh were received with scarcely a grunt. But
now would come the six on the softer more vulnerable area of the
inner thighs. Stewart knew that her positioning could add
greatly to the effectiveness of the strokes. He decided that she
should stand with one foot out to the side resting on a two foot
high stool. This presented her left inner thigh completely as
her panty crotch was pulled embarrassingly tight revealing her
pubic hair either side of the material. He pressed the cane tip
into the panty covered vaginal cleft firmly sawing it back and
forth as he ordered her exact position, hands clasped behind her
head, left foot at right angles to her right with the thigh just
above them and parallel with the ground. He withdrew the cane
from it's moist contact and brought it whistling down across the
pale plump inner thigh midway between the crotch and the knee.

The pain came as a surprise to Lessing. The chosen area was
clearly more tender than even the bruised upper thighs and it
would take considerable effort on her part to accept the strokes
without the movement that would displease Stewart. But she knew
that she had no alternative.

He waited for a minute so that the first weal had partly formed
before he gave her leg the next one between the first and her
crotch and then surprised her by giving a third quickly to the
very top of the thigh. She whimpered and struggled to keep her
feet in position as the pain hit her. Changing position to
present the other thigh was difficult as she felt the flesh
tighten around the top of her leg in protest at the strokes.

Somehow she managed to accept the next three with her teeth
bared and her entire body shaking. She then fell to her knees
with her hands clutching each upper thigh protectively and tears
running down her face. Stewart indicated to Miss Jones that it
was her turn to deal with the prisoner. He pondered, as she
walked over to the woman, how well she would cope with this, as
all her experience to date had been with male prisoners. Would
she turn out to be too sympathetic with this much older woman?
And would she be prepared to carry out the necessary handling to
ensure that she was truly humiliated?

He need not have worried.

Jones walked quietly over to the kneeling prisoner and stood
over her. In almost a whisper she gave the order:

"Present!"

With a struggle Lessing forced herself to her feet and took up
the braced 'present' position looking far more dishevelled than
when she first came into the room. She towered over the wardress
Jones who stood close enough with her hands clasped behind her
back to almost make contact, and with her eyes on a level with
the woman's breasts.

"You seem to be wallowing in self pity girl," she murmured.
"Believe me, Mr Stewart has been more than kind to you so far so
don't try to pull the tearful sympathy stunt on me as it won't
work. I will now take a very close look at you. I have to say
that I have been very unimpressed so far with your general
standard of cleanliness so I hope to find an improvement as I
examine you in detail."

To Lessing, this was a threat from her worst nightmares. Could
it possibly be true that this young girl had the authority to
have her strip even more and handle her as thoroughly and
cruelly as she wished?

"You seem to have remarkably large breasts girl," Miss Jones
continued. "Even larger than mine. What size bra do you normally
take?"

"42D Miss."

"Your nipples seem to be rather excited, why is that?"

"Please Miss, Mr Turman squeezed them just a short while ago and
made them swell up."

"Then we had better take a look at them. Remove your bra and
hand it to me for inspection."

Blushing, the elder woman unhooked the back of the garment,
slipped it of her breasts and handed it to the wardress. Miss
Jones ignored the naked flesh in front of her and carefully
checked the bra, both inside and out.

"You have of course heard how prisoners are punished on the
breasts for any related offence?"

"Yes Miss..."

"...and that cleanliness of underwear is one of the areas in
which staff expect the highest standards?"

Lessing mumbled her agreement again, but with decreasing
confidence and increased fear.

"I accept that you have worn this item for some hours... but
even so... I would not expect it to be so damp and sweaty... it
seems that you have just earned yourself a BRD or Breast Related
Demerit. Two more errors like that and your breasts will feel as
your thighs do now, so be warned girl." She placed the bra with
her other clothing and returned to stand in front of her staring
at the breasts themselves. She gently reached up and gently
stroked the aureola and nipples with the tips of her fingers
until they were fully erect. They were indeed fine examples with
the surrounding area pink and swollen and the nipples themselves
fully half an inch long.

"These males just don't realise how sensitive a girl's nips are,
do they Lessing? It must have been very painful to have him
squeeze and pull them... and they must still feel sore and
tender."

The prisoner nodded her agreement, grateful for the sympathy and
gentle rubbing.

Without any warning, the young wardress suddenly grasped each
nipple between her fingers and thumbs and squeezed. Lessing
screamed with the surprise of the pain and her knees buckled.
Miss Jones maintained her grip and shouted at her to stand
properly, pulling upwards on the teats until she was back in
position.

Tears were running down the face of the prisoner even after Miss
Jones had released her grip. What would this young wardress do
next she wondered and was relieved when she stood back from her.

"Take off your panties," was the next simple but humiliating
order.

Lessing bent to remove them, aware of the soreness of her
nipples as they swung about. She handed them to the wardress and
resumed the 'present' position. Miss Jones examined the small
white garment thoroughly taking particular care over the crotch.
She made a few comments on the general dampness but, much to
Lessing's relief, placed them with the other items and told her
to stand back in line with the other prisoner.

She called Barnett forward to stand in front of her at the
'present'. He looked even younger as he stood nervously in front
of the junior wardress who was almost his own age. He knew that
he had several visits to her scheduled for the following day to
receive even more swats with the implement that he was coming to
dread. He realised that he was in for even more pain before that
would take place.

She soon had him stripped of his prison shirt and shorts and
standing, naked at the 'present'. His plastic chastity tube hung
between his legs preventing any possibility of him becoming
erect or finding relief from his constant frustration.

Miss Jones was slightly shorter than Barnett and certainly
plumper. Her right hand went forward and cupped his scrotum
resulting in an instinctive flinch from the boy.

"Keep still!" she ordered. "I haven't begun to hurt you yet. I
bet these are really sensitive and swollen now that you have
been denied for some weeks. I bet that you would give anything
if I were to let you be relieved this evening. What a pity we
don't have a nurse with us so that you could be given a thorough
genital discipline while they are so wonderfully sensitive. Just
imagine how they would feel when she rolled them together...
like this!"

She was almost gentle in the way that she closed her fingers
around the bulbs and pressed them together then moved the tips
of the fingers so that they would slide against each other.
Barnett gasped with his eyes wide and knees bent as he tried to
absorb the growing pain. Suddenly she released her grip lowered
her fingers to below his scrotum and brought them upwards in a
sharp almost inaudible slap.

Barnett yelped in protest and started to pull back from her
hand. She immediately ordered him back to the 'present' which he
achieved only with some effort and a screwed up face.

She transferred her attentions to the plastic tube, gripping it
tightly, and pulling against the thin chain that went behind the
scrotum securing it to his person.

"One of the problems of this type of restraint Mr Stewart, is
that it is impossible to clean the penis whilst it is fitted.
This makes the whole organ rather cheesy and often sore. I could
remove the device should you wish to examine his penis."

Stewart moved towards them. "I think that we could well use this
problem of his to ensure that Lessing here has an opportunity to
demonstrate her bodily respect skills. I think that we will give
her an opportunity to clean up Barnett's genitalia. She will
need to do it thoroughly and this might be somewhat pleasurable
for the boy, but should he succumb to releasing his built up
load, he will be thoroughly punished. I think, in the meantime,
we should start with him receiving a dozen with the cane across
his backside from you Miss Jones, and in view of your
inexperience that will be increased by a third to ensure that he
feels sufficient pain."

Kirsty Jones needed no further guidance. She ordered her victim
to bend over the back of an armchair with his legs wide apart
and head well down. His buttocks were somewhat marked from her
earlier work with the slapper, but she knew that no account
should be taken of existing bruising. She took off her jacket,
rolled up her sleeves and gave the same cane that was used on
Lessing a few experimental swishes.

"You are really going to feel these Barnett, especially where I
lay them over the earlier marks that I made. Just remember that
you have to remain in position or you will really be for it. 16
strokes then boy... brace yourself!"

For someone who had little or no experience with the cane Kirsty
certainly learned quickly. She took up a stance to the victims
left with her feet planted well apart. The cane was brought well
over her right shoulder and brought whistling down across the
targets. Her spacing lacked the accuracy of an experienced
disciplinarian with three landing across the upper thighs and
several crossing over each other. Additionally the right flank
took much of the punishment as the cane tip spread past the
correct impact point. There were few comments from her target
who managed to remain more or less in position despite continual
struggling against the back of the chair and frequent groans and
gasps. Only once did he have to be ordered back in position when
the fifteenth stroke landed across the top of his right bruised
thigh. Tears were running down the prisoner's face as he stood
back in the 'present' position as the pain gradually died to a
dull aching throb.

Mr Stewart then addressed the naked female prisoner.

"Well Lessing, I am going to give you the opportunity of
demonstrating to me how you will show respect for Mr Turman. You
will now fellate this boy to ensure that his organ is properly
cleaned. As you heard, this will not be a pleasant task as it
has been encased in plastic for the last few weeks but that is
not my problem. Should you succeed to Miss Jones's
satisfaction... all well and good... but if you lack enthusiasm
for the task in any way you will be caned across the thighs...
again."

"You boy may well feel rather sore and sensitive when the tube
is removed. Under no circumstances will you refuse the services
of this prisoner or... ejaculate. Should you do so I can assure
you that the punishment will be severe, unpleasant and
appropriate."

Without being told Kirsty slipped on a pair of latex gloves,
mentally dismissing from her mind what Mr Stewart had originally
decided to do with them, retrieved the chastity key from her key
chain and unlocked the device. She wrinkled her nose in disgust
as she removed the tube and freed Barnett for the first time in
weeks. She pulled hard back on his foreskin to expose the red
sore glans covered in white creamy deposit. He was told to lay
back in the same armchair over which he had just been thrashed
with a splayed knee over each arm. Lessing was then ordered to
kneel between them and carry out her rather unpleasant duty.

Even before her lips had made the first contact, Barnett's penis
had sprung to the fully erect condition. Lessing's experience in
this particular field was somewhat limited as she had always
regarded the act to be demeaning and beneath her. She realised
that in this case, she would need to swallow something more than
her pride and tentatively started licking the exposed glans,
trying to ignore the rather foul smell that the plastic
restrainer had caused. Her sore nipples dragged on the rough
material of the chair as she moved closer to her target and she
was only too aware of the throbbing weals on her legs that
sharply reminded her of what she would feel if she failed to
overcome her natural instincts.

For his part, the mere touch of her hand, let alone her soft
tongue was almost more than the hapless male could bear. He
could anticipate the severity of any punishment that the young
wardress might order if he allowed himself to climax, but after
so long without release it was going to take every ounce of
willpower that he could scrape together to prevent being driven
over the top.

It took several minutes before the task was completed. Lessing
knelt upright with her face screwed up against the taste and
smell that she had endured and licked her tongue clean on the
back of her hand.

Before Miss Jones could find fault, Stewart, anxious to start
work on her own training called a halt to the punishment of the
two prisoners and having lectured them on what would happen if
any more complaints were received, ordered them to dress and
dismissed them back to their original tormentors. As they left
he locked the door behind them and turned to the wardress and
addressed her:

"Well, Jones, an interesting interlude and a good display of how
you are prepared to hand out discipline. Now we will see how
good you are at taking it."

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The previous episode, Chapter 76, is at:-
http://u4ds.com/2008/04/the_prisoner_chapter_76.shtml