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# C: Halloween FemDom Tricks and Treats
# C: fear femdom procedures too kinky for my wife
# Re: C: fear femdom procedures too kinky for my wife x 2
# Re: U: Aarkeybabble Chastity Heaven Review Marches On...
# Re: admin: follow DOMesticFemDom on Twitter x 2
# Re: C: Chastity device CB-6000 and FD program
# S: Jim's Story - part twenty-nine
# S: The Prisoner - Chapter 80


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C: Halloween FemDom Tricks and Treats
Date: Thu, 07 Oct 2010 13:16:36 -0400
From: Danielle


Hi Friends,

Since Halloween is upon us and it is my favorite holiday I'm
scheming a day full of humiliations for my slave/hubby. We live
in a fairly large US city and for others interested, I thought
it would be fun to create a wicked treasure hunt that will make
our boys blush on the one day they can be out in public in
costume. I'll share what I'm thinking and would love it if other
doms would join in with ideas...

I haven't decided on his costume yet - however last year I had
him wear yellow medical scrubs, along with a large black leather
collar and leather shackles. I also used a felt pen to write
subtle but humiliating messages on his scrubs, i.e., Property of
Danielle, Tiny. Nothing too overt however humiliating for him.

As for the treasure hunt I am thinking that I would send him in
costume and here is what I have come up with so far:

Extra small condom

Panties in his size

A raw hide dog bone which he would have to carry out of the
store in his mouth (I think it is safe to do that on Halloween
and be respectful of people who are not in the scene... at least
where we live).

Do you have any other ideas?

Tricks and Treats,

Danielle


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C: fear femdom procedures too kinky for my wife
Date: Thu, 30 Sep 2010 12:45:27 +0100 (BST)
From: Tom Chambers


Hello Christine,

I would like my wife to try some of the femdom procedures I
think might be in your training packages. However, I fear she
may be a bit reluctant to try them because she thinks they are
too kinky... any advice?

Thanks
Tom


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Re: C: fear femdom procedures too kinky for my wife
From: "Christine" at u4ds.com
Date: 30 Sep 2010 22:15:18 -0000


Hello Tom,

>I would like my wife to try some of the femdom procedures I
>think might be in your training packages

The most important issue is for you to want to do whatever she
enjoys. But while you are reluctant to submit your will to hers,
she is going to be reluctant to become your dominant, and she
will not enjoy it when she experiments with it. She will sense
that reluctance and may interpret it as criticism of her attempt
at control.

With regard to my "training packages" the software is her best
bet, as it is interactive and allows her to go at her own pace.
But do not order it unless and until she says she wants to try
it. It should be her decision, not yours.

>I fear she may be a bit reluctant to try them because she
>thinks they are too kinky... any advice?

Yes, put on your chastity belt and try to stop your tendency to
be the controller. :-)

I can't speak for your wife, as I don't know her personally. In
my own case I would not like my partner to decide what might be
a bit "too kinky" for me. I'd prefer my partner to be completely
honest with me and tell me that he is interested in submitting
to anything that appeals to my sense of fun. I'd prefer him to
tell me he wants to submit to my will, and that he has put on a
chastity belt to try and kerb his tendency to be controlling.

I'd want him to explain that the device helps him to feel in my
power. I'd want him to offer me the power to decide when he
wears it, and I'd want him to tell me he would enjoy suffering
sexual frustration if that entertained me. Especially if that
entertained me.

I'd want him to tell me that for him the more kinky the better
as it helps him to feel under my power. I'd want him to explain
himself to me and I'd want him to be honest.

In "female led relationships and marriage" at:-

http://u4ds.com/2010/08/female_led_relationships_and_m.shtml

you previously wrote:

>I have started on the foot rubs. She enjoys receiving them and
>I enjoy giving them. So fun for us both!

How is that going? If that's what she enjoys then try to find
more stuff that she likes as Ms Irish suggested.

>for me the desire to be in charge is very strong - unless I am
>in chastity, (strangely :-).

Tell her that. And ask her if she would enjoy deciding when and
if to let you be in charge and when to stop you.

>I did try and introduce this subject a few years back and my
>wife thought it was all a bit too kinky.

Your best bet is to try and explain to her why being "a bit too
kinky" is exciting for you. Ask her if there is anything you can
do to prove to her that you really would enjoy her being "a bit
too kinky".

Be honest with her. Offer her your submission. Offer her the
power to control. And put on that chastity belt.

sincerely,
Christine

The Fem Dom Training Software.
Advises on how best to train your husband/lover.
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Re: C: fear femdom procedures too kinky for my wife
Date: 10 Oct 2010 22:21:46 -0000
From: Tom Chambers


Christine wrote:

>do not order it unless and until she says she wants to try it.
>It should be her decision, not yours -snip- try and explain to
>her why being "a bit too kinky" is exciting for you. Ask her
>if there is anything you can do to prove to her that you really
>would enjoy her being "a bit too kinky". Be honest with her.
>-snip- And put on that chastity belt.


Hello Christine

Many thanks indeed for your reply. A quick update... I am locked
in my belt. My wife has the keys and I have a spare set locked
in a key safe for emergencies which only my wife knows the
number too.

It has only been since the 18th August 2010 that she has been
holding the keys but it feels much longer!

I am giving her foot rubs and cooking and shopping and generally
helping out which she seems to like. She has said there will be
no sex until I have paid off her credit card debt which we
jointly incurred some time back. She does let me have the keys
when she feels like it - if I have been particularly good. I
seem to be getting out every 8 -12 days on average.

It is a challenge for me to submit to her will consistently. I
am just getting that she has the keys and can decide if and when
I come out. My mind of course tells me that I am still in
control and can ask for them back or find another escape route.

I have asked her to give me a spanking for my birthday - later
this month. I do not know if I will receive one from her.

I think, once the credit card debt is paid she may be more open
to trying the 'fem dom' lifestyle - at which time, I may be
brave and show her your site. I think she would be good at it
and it would fulfill a long term yearning of mine that I am keen
to explore.

Thanks for your advice :-)


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Re: U: Aarkeybabble Chastity Heaven Review Marches On...
Date: 17 Oct 2010 14:17:23 -0000
From: Aarkey


Lady O wrote:

>a little disturbing that Aarkey reviewed the device and ALSO
>designed their website... conflict of interest?


Lady O, that's definitely a valid point of concern. And I do not
pretend to be the voice for all wearers, but I told the folks at
CH that I would re-design their site for a small charge and a
custom belt.

I feel very strongly that our word is all we have online,
especially where anyone can claim to be anyone. So I made it
clear to them that any review I posted was going to be 100%
honest, talking about all my thoughts about the device - good or
bad.

They totally understood and I fully stand by the quality of
their product. I hope you read the review, you can see how I
tried to be very matter of fact about it - highlighting all the
points and concerns I had about it. Also, go around and read
other reviews. I think you'll see that it is very clear how
highly regarded they are universally.

Lastly, I think a major problem for me with the 3000/6000 models
is that I'm simply too thick for them. Otherwise I might've
never sought out the CH Cage that I now wear. I am however very
glad to be in the Cage. Every bit as important as the custom fit
benefit, the cleanliness of it is a HUGE plus over the stink
that develops after a couple of days in a 3000/6000 style.

I strongly support that every man's needs are different, no one
belt is perfect for anyone. Please see my FAQ for info about
what device I think is the "best" in case you doubt me:

Beginners Chastity Belt and Cage FAQ


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Re: admin: follow DOMesticFemDom on Twitter
Date: Mon, 04 Oct 2010 07:30:35 -0000
From: "MaitresseX"


Christine wrote:

>Please follow DOMesticFemDom at:-
>http://twitter.com/DOMesticFemDom


I see that you are now on Twitter. Have you also considered
Fetlife to get the word out about DOMestic?

www.fetlife.com


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Re: admin: follow DOMesticFemDom on Twitter
Date: Sun, 17 Oct 2010 18:21:55 +0100
From: "Christine" at u4ds.com


Hello,

MaitresseX wrote:

>Have you also considered Fetlife to get the word out about
>DOMestic?

Not really. I've seen a couple of references to Fetlife in posts
by folk here on DOMestic, but when I went to take a look at the
links they gave it required me to register to see the links,
which I found irritating. So unfortunately I don't know a lot
about it.

My putting a DOMestic feed on Twitter doesn't really serve the
purpose of getting the word out about DOMestic, as it seems to
us that folk need to already know about DOMestic before they
will be very likely to find our Twitter page. So in my opinion,
we are advertising Twitter more than vice versa. (not that they
need our advert!)

I only caved in with regard to Twitter because it became so
universal in usage that not being on there seemed to be a
potential disadvantage, and because folk are using it as their
one stop "feed" for everything they want to follow.

That is what Newsfeed readers were designed for, and Twitter
seemed to us to be an unnecessary addition as we all have a feed
reader by default in our web browser nowadays. But it has become
clear that we were wrong on that point because most folk just
don't seem to understand that they have already have a Newsfeed
reader
on their system.

If folk here think that DOMestic having a page on Fetlife would
be useful, then I'll have David take a look at that. Please feel
free, anyone, to send us your suggestions off list about how
best for DOMestic to better use Fetlife or Twitter.

sincerely,
Christine at Ms-Christine.com

Renew or get your DOMestic password.

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Re: C: Chastity device CB-6000 and FD program
Date: 2 Oct 2010 14:42:42 -0000
From: cb6000


I love cb6000 too.

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short. Promotions belong in the signature of an otherwise
interesting, long, and on topic message.


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S: Jim's Story - part twenty-nine
Date: Sun, 11 Jul 2010 18:26:40 -0400
From: randolphus


Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here

part twenty-nine - Betty's House in Nevada

I knocked on the door. A woman answered and I recognized Betty
from before. She was about five feet eight inches tall and
relatively slender. Her face was skinny, she wore glasses. Her
hair was dirty blond almost light brown; she had a ski-jump
shaped nose that was a little too large for her face. Her
glasses hid some of her nose's size. She wore a little rouge on
her cheeks and very red lipstick. Her eye makeup matched her
hair but was almost invisible and didn't have much effect. Her
haircut was straggly in the back as if no one had cut it for a
long time and her hair was in her face. In a word she looked
neglected.

She wore a sailor-style blouse with horizontal stripes and a
blue skirt that was a little short and bare legs and high heeled
slippers making her nearly as tall as me. You could recognize
her as Sarah's sister but I married the pretty one.

I introduced myself and after a few seconds she recognized me. I
unintentionally curtsied and she smiled.

Betty said: "Sarah said she had trained you to do that. It's
kind of cute. I'm expecting you will do everything you have been
trained to do while you're here. I will have some additional
behaviors I will train you to do."

I said: "Yes ma'am, thank you Miss Betty."

I said: "Miss Betty, Sarah said that I will pack up some of your
stuff to move, get rid of the rest and put your house up for
sale. Is that what you would like me to do?"

Betty said: "I like the Miss Betty, if you show that attitude we
might get along."

I said: "Yes ma'am, I'll do my best to serve you."

Betty said: "Maybe Sarah was right that you are well trained.
We'll see."

After my strapping last night I was not going to test this lady.
She heard my question and she will respond to it eventually.

Betty said: "I will give you a tour, would you like that."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She showed me the family room, the kitchen, her bedroom, and the
second bedroom. The second bedroom had a metal bed and a
dresser. No mirrors or pictures on the wall. The bed had
handcuffs hanging from each corner. A long leather strap and a
cane hung from hooks near the head of the bed. Betty said: "This
will be your room. Do the restraints and the strap and cane
frighten you?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Being afraid is healthy. If you do everything I want,
there may not be a need to experience my discipline."

I said: "I will do my best Miss Betty."

Then our tour continued, there was a basement that was
relatively empty, I asked if there was an attic and she said
there was nothing up there.

The only clutter, if any of it was clutter, was in the kitchen.
She had several sets of dishes and silverware, a cutlery set and
numerous additional pieces. There was more, but it was easy to
imagine a procedure to get rid of stuff she didn't want to take.

The tricky part is of course her. I didn't want to experience
her 'discipline.'

We ended up back in the family room where she had a stuffed
chair facing a small TV. A small table was next to the chair.
That evidently was her chair.

Betty said: "I'm thinking about the question you asked me. Go
stand in the corner next to the TV. I don't allow any moving or
talking. I want your hands on your head."

I went to the corner and put my hands on my head like she said.
I didn't have any experience doing that. Betty didn't make any
noise and and I was trying to keep very still. I could hear the
wind outside it was so quiet.

Betty said: "I'm not punishing you Jim, I just want to think. I
also want to see if you have been trained to stand still when
you've been told to. If not, you have come to the right place
for further training."

I guess I was warned not to move. After about ten or fifteen
minutes I got the urge to sneeze. I tried to hold it but
suddenly in the quiet I sneezed. I didn't know what Betty was
going to do. The silence continued.

After what seemed like another fifteen or twenty minutes: Betty
said: "You did very well except for that unfortunate sneeze. I
would overlook it but you would get the wrong message. Come into
your room and let's deal with this little incident."

Betty told me to strip and lie on the bed, she walked around and
fastened the handcuffs to each of my limbs.

She said: "I consider it a requirement that you be able to stand
in the corner without moving when I command you to do so. I'm
sure the whipping you're going to get will help you resolve to
do that."

What she called a little incident has become a mortal sin, I was
becoming very frightened.

Betty said: "I haven't decided whether I should use the strap or
the cane; when I decide I will be back." She locked the door.

We are losing valuable time; I know she's going to hurt me; she
still hasn't told me if she is up for this move, but I can't do
anything about it.

It was getting dark and I heard the door unlock.

Betty said: "On the one hand I wanted to be lenient with you
since you just came to my house, on the other hand I think it's
important that you understand my methods and how serious I
consider disobedience."

Betty said: "Do you know how to count strokes?"

I said: "Yes Miss Betty, I will thank you and then say the
stroke number."

Then I received a terrible cut from her cane: She said: "Let's
hear it."

I said: "Thank you Miss Betty one."

Then another cut that must have caused bleeding.

I said: "Thank you Miss Betty two."

I was in such agony, I kicked up and down with my feet in the
little movement they had.

Betty said: "Hold absolutely still, or I'll start over."

"Yes Ma'am"

Thank you Miss Betty, three

Thank you Miss Betty, four

Thank you Miss Betty, five

Thank you Miss Betty, six

Thank you Miss Betty, seven

Thank you Miss Betty, eight......

Thank you Miss Betty, thirteen

Thank you Miss Betty, fourteen

Thank you Miss Betty, fifteen

And it stopped, oh thank God, please be over.

Betty said: "That was a taste of what's in store for you if you
disobey me."

She left, turned off the light and locked the door.

She came back a little later and put a wet washcloth on my butt,
it felt so soothing. She said: "If I cane you again for the same
thing, you're getting more strokes. I just want you to know
that."

I said: "Thank you Miss Betty."

Betty said: "In a little while, I'm going to release you and
you're going to stand in the same corner for an hour. Try not to
sneeze."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Finally she came back and unlocked all the handcuffs. She used
one pair to handcuff my hands behind my back. She helped me up
and led me to the corner where I was standing before.

She said: "Don't move and don't talk. I'll be watching you."

I'm sort of terrified of this woman, but it will be okay. She
had me fastened to the bed and caned me, but I can still walk.
If she was crazy or something, I could have been injured. But I
really believe her that she will give me more strokes if I move.

Finally the hour was up and she unlocked me. She led me to her
chair and said: "I have this bell," she jingled it and continued
"when I ring it you come to me. If you don't come right away, I
will cane you, no matter what you're doing."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "Sarah said you're helpful dressing ladies and you're
even helpful in the toilet. So I expect you to dress and undress
me, and attend all of my toilet functions. Is that clear?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "So when I'm ringing this bell I might be wanting to
go to the toilet, and if you don't come right away I might
become cross, what do you think will happen then?"

I said: "Miss Betty will cane me?"

Betty said: "Exactly. Now tell me how else I can use you. Sit
over in the corner, that way you can look at me without trying
to look up my skirt. I don't want to punish you again so soon."

I said: "Miss Betty, I can prepare food, give massages, trim and
paint nails, apply makeup and I've been used to give intimate
services."

Betty said: "What sort of intimate service?"

I said: "I can sexually stimulate with my tongue or fingers, and
I can kiss all over."

Betty said: "Give me a demonstration."

I said: "May I come over to you."

She said: "It's your show."

I knelt in front of her and she raised herself so I could pull
down her panties. Then I kissed her thighs and got close to her
pussy, finally her hand nudged my head in. The first thing I
noticed was how she smelled just like Sarah. I pushed hard into
her, guessing she liked what Sarah did, and she responded by
tightening her muscles. She came and I continued to lick and
suck. I stayed there a while and she may have come again. She
pushed my head away.

I continued kneeling between her knees, while she lay back sort
of inert. Her panties were on the floor next to me. I waited.

Betty roused herself: "I want to think, you go stand in the
corner."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I put my hands on my head and stood as still as I could. I hoped
that if she fell asleep she would snore so I would know. After
only about ten minutes she said to come with her.

We went into her bathroom, I was well practiced at this but she
wasn't, but we managed to get her on the seat and me kneeling on
the rug on the floor in front of her.

She peed and I was reaching for the toilet paper she took my
head in her hands and pulled me between her thighs. I knew
exactly what to do and went to work. I will never tell her that
the first time I ever did such a thing was for her mom. Are all
women nymphomaniacs I wondered?

I continued to lick and suck for as long as Betty wanted me to
because she held my head in place the whole time. The second
time she came, I received a strong squeeze from her thighs. And
then I was released. Then I patted her dry.

I stood so she could get past, but she stood and started feeling
me up. She then led me to her bedroom.

Betty said: "If you paw me I will handcuff you."

I said: "Yes ma'am, I won't paw you."

We got into bed and Betty snuggled up to me. I put an arm around
her and another under her head. We fell asleep that way. When I
woke she was still sleeping. I eased out of bed and checked out
what food we had in the kitchen. She had everything, eggs, milk,
bread, cheese, fruit, yoghurt, and cereals. There was a coffee
pot and I found coffee, and I made some.

I decided sisters might like the same things. I cut up a
cantaloupe; I found some blueberries, and several crunchy
cereals. I brought her a cup of coffee, and my arrival woke her.
I helped her up, and she looked gorgeous all naked, I tried not
to stare, we walked into the toilet.

I found a robe for her and led her to the kitchen and she liked
what I had set out.

Betty said: "You don't do anything without asking me and getting
permission. It would be a shame if you prepared a nice breakfast
for me and I had to give you a serious beating. But that's
exactly what will happen, what actually would have happened now
except I will overlook it because I hadn't told you."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I stood while she ate.

Betty said: "Why are you standing here?"

I said: "In case you wanted something, my wife and your mother
have trained me to wait on them like this, but the real reason
is it prevents fraternizing over food; since you're my mistress,
I may not eat with you because I'm your slave."

Betty said: "That's makes sense. You explained it well."

When she finished she said: "What can this slave do for his
mistress now?"

I suggested a massage, followed by a shower or bath, then
fingers and toes, then a little hair cutting, then getting
dressed.

Betty said: "I've never been massaged. If I don't like it I
might get angry."

I said: "I hope you will enjoy it. You definitely should try
it."

I knew what her getting angry entailed, but I think everybody
likes massages.

I found her music machine and even found a sounds of the east
CD. I started her face up so I could gage her reaction. I
started on the toes and the bottoms of the feet. She was a good
subject, almost immediately her breathing slowed and she got the
languorous look of a relaxed person.

I worked up her legs and watched her reaction as I moved close
to her pussy. She didn't tense or inhale, so I massaged there
and her hand moved over mine and held it there. I petted her to
two climaxes.

From there I went to her head and neck. I wanted to do her
breasts but I wanted her to relax instead of getting more
stimulated. I worked her back but I got to her cute butt. I was
massaging the gluteus area and she was rubbing her pussy against
the table. This woman is insatiable. I think she climaxed that
way. I finished at her feet.

She elected to shower but didn't want my help. She did it
quickly. I got to dry her off. When I have a towel between me
and a lady I can put it anywhere, under her breasts, high
between her legs, buried deep into her ass, and I'm not accused
of being fresh.

I did her fingernails actually sitting next to her, and her
toenails squatting on the floor with her foot in my lap. I
painted the nails red like her lipstick because that was the
only color she had.

I trimmed her hair. The same style but even all around, it
exposed more of her face. She was almost as pretty as Sarah.

I said: "Miss Betty, I need some guidance about what you would
like to wear and where that is kept."

Betty said: "We will familiarize you with my wardrobe later.
Right now my underwear is in that drawer;" She pointed to a
dresser.

I found panties and bras; I picked a black pair on a whim and
asked her permission. I love putting panties and bras on ladies.
Betty looked a little fabulous with red nails and black panty
and bra. Was I admiring her or lusting, what was she thinking I
wondered?

Betty said: "You will find a paddle in that drawer, bring it to
me."

I found it and brought it and curtsied and said: "Here is the
paddle Miss Betty."

Betty said: "I didn't like the look you gave me, was it lusting,
I don't know, you have a reputation for that. What I want to see
is fear. Lie across my lap, if you struggle, I will fasten you
down and then it will be the cane."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" and laid on the thighs I had just massaged.

She paddled hard and my butt was sore from last night and some
of the paddle swats were on top of the bruises and that really
hurt. I got twenty and she put me in the corner in her bedroom.

I was still naked and hadn't had any breakfast. She was trying
on clothes and I think shoes. Then I heard her bell. I ran into
the living room. I curtsied and stood at attention. She made me
wait for maybe a couple of minutes.

She said: "You got here quickly, that curtsy is cute, I like it.
When you respond you stand at attention waiting for me. That
means you are ready to serve. If I make you wait an hour you
continue to stand. Are we clear?"

I said: "Yes ma'am."

She said: "I tried on a lot of clothes; I want you to put them
away. Also check my shoes; I want them cleaned and ready to
wear. There are shoe cleaning supplies in the top of the broom
closet in the kitchen. Work quickly; I won't give you all day."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" and I curtsied and went back to her
bedroom.

She had thrown all her clothes on the floor, six or seven
blouses and skirt pairs, and five dresses. Some of the clothes
needed laundering and ironing. I was afraid to mention it. She
had about forty-five pairs of shoes. All were at least dusty,
some were mud encrusted and some were just worn out.

Betty came in and said: "Don't imagine the corner time is over.
When you finish here I want you back by my chair at attention."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I finished shortly after that. I went to her chair, curtsied and
stood at attention.

Betty said: "I'm afraid the original punishment was for one hour
without moving. Since I don't know how much you completed we
have to start over. So I want you in that corner. And I'll watch
some television so I can keep an eye on you."

I said: "Yes ma'am; curtsied and went."

If I don't get us moved, I will have to deal with Sara,
Kathleen, and Carmen, if I pester Betty, I only have to deal
with her. Here is another hour lost; half the morning of the
first day is gone. I wonder how many hours I've spent in
corners, facing walls, confined in closets and stocks. And I try
to be obedient. I could tell an hour had gone by because of the
TV. But I'm still standing here. Then I heard the toilet flush
and realized Betty was delayed.

Finally she tinkled her bell. I immediately came over to her,
curtsied and stood at attention.

She said: "Kneel down in front of me."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" and did.

She said: "You were just punished for looking at me with desire
or lust. And it's appropriate that you were because you did not
have permission. From now on I give you permission to look at me
however you want. If I give you the opportunity to peek up my
skirt you may."

I said: "Thank you Miss Betty."

She said: "You see the difference getting permission makes. You
were lucky to get off with just a paddling."

I said: "Yes ma'am and thank you Miss Betty."

Betty said: "I have decided that we should pack up, and move in
with mom and Sarah. But you will have to do all the work."

I said: "It will be my pleasure to do it, but do I have
permission to do what is necessary to get it done?"

Betty said: "No, I can't give you permission like that, how will
I know if it's getting done. You have two choices, ask me prior
to each task for permission, I will ask you how long it will
take you and maybe other questions, and you may be punished if
it takes longer, or you can write it all down, or you can do
both."

I said: "Thank you Miss Betty, first I would like to identify
what things you would like to move, the choice is entirely
yours. I would like to take most of those things and load them
into the van I rented. I think it will take one or two hours for
us to walk around and identify everything. Then I would like to
offer making you lunch. Following that I will pack the things we
selected and load them up. May I make the time estimate after I
see what we have?"

Betty said: "That was perfect. We have two hours to identify
what we will move. If I can't make up my mind and it takes us
longer I will punish you. That seems unfair to me but you set
the time and I can't make excuses."

I said; "Yes ma'am, in my world I have to do what you tell me.
If you want to punish me it's fair."

Betty looked at me, bent over and kissed me. She said: "I will
try to decide about everything. Let's do it."

It was easy, everything in the drawers, her wardrobe, TV, her
clothes, CD's, linens and a few other pieces. The van was going
to be half empty. I made a list so I wouldn't forget anything.
It only took about ninety minutes so she didn't 'have to' cane
me. I used the rest of the time to estimate the boxes I would
need.

I asked what she wanted for lunch and she said to surprise her.
I made her an egg sandwich with the cantaloupe pieces I cut up
in the morning. I made a smoothie out of a banana and other
fruit I found. I cleaned up the kitchen before I served because
it had been a mess since morning. I was about to eat something
but I decided to ask for permission. I served the lunch.

Betty said: "This looks and smells delicious. Have you had
anything to eat?"

I said: "No ma'am, I was going to ask you for permission."

Betty said: "Did you clean the kitchen?"

I said: "Yes ma'am;" and realized I had screwed up again.

Betty said: "You didn't ask me for permission to clean the
kitchen; when I finish eating I will punish you for that. I
can't make exceptions."

I said; "Yes ma'am;" I had screwed up she couldn't have been
more explicit.

She said: "What you need is a good caning, but your ass is in a
bad state; I have to do something else."

She had only eaten half of the egg sandwich and she was mashing
up the other half with her fork and dumped the left over
cantaloupe and mashed it in, the she poured the leftover
smoothie on top and mixed it together. She then scraped the
contents of her plate unto the floor where her feet were under
the table.

She said: "Eat that up, all of it, I want the floor clean."

The food was fine, licking the floor wasn't. The floor was now
clean, but my face wasn't.

She returned with a dozen sheets of paper and a pencil. Betty
said: "I want you to print 'I will always ask for permission
before beginning a task' one hundred times. You will sit on the
floor."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

Betty said: "I want it done neatly, show me each page as you do
it."

I said: "Yes ma'am."

It was hard to print on a flimsy piece of notebook paper. It sat
on the linoleum floor and I had to lean over to print on it. It
was so awkward. I had to hold the paper with one hand, and try
to print with the other, without any support for my shoulder or
arm. I tried lying on my stomach, then my neck got sore; but it
was a little better. I was still naked. It seemed a long time
but I finished a page and took it to the goddess.

Betty said: "You have food on your face, leave it, it suits a
penitent."

I'm naked and soiled and she is lovely, smelling of perfume,
relaxing in a chair and so powerful. She looked at the paper.
"This is okay, only three more pages. Get to work."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" I felt so defeated by her.

I toiled on each page and was so frightened that she would find
something wrong on one, that I inflated her image to something
approaching a god, and diminished myself to a pebble. I finally
presented the fourth and last page and she accepted it.

Betty said: "You may go wash your face and put some clothes on.
Then I want you back here."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" and curtsied; I washed and dressed. I went
back next to her chair, curtsied and stood at attention.

Betty said: "Asking permission is my most basic rule; how else
can you know that I approve of what you are doing. Wash the
kitchen floor; do a good job you never know when you may have to
eat off of it." She laughed.

I said: "Yes ma'am."

I washed the floor and rinsed it twice. I returned and stood at
attention.

She said: "What would you like to do now?"

I said: "I would like to go out and buy the boxes to pack up the
things you want to take. I expect it will take about one hour,
depending on traffic and cost about $40. Miss Betty."

Betty said: "You may do that."

I got the boxes, they cost $42.00 and I returned in just under
an hour. Betty said: "That was great, you see how easy it is.
You just have to remember to ask for permission."

I said: "Yes ma'am; may I start filling the boxes?"

She said: "Which ones, how long will it take. I need details."

I said: "The hall closet, the kitchen and the bathroom cabinets,
and it will take about two hours."

She said: "You may do that; I'll come and watch at times."

I filled five boxes, she micromanaged periodically, deciding to
take something and not take something else but it was still
easy.

I went back to her chair, curtsied and stood at attention. She
pointed to a small bag on the table next to her. She said: "What
is this?"

I said: "It was going to be a surprise for you. It's a darker
shade of eye shadow I thought you might like."

She said: "Did you ask permission to buy it?"

I said: "No Miss Betty I didn't."

She said: "Didn't I punish you enough at lunch?"

I said: "Yes ma'am you did, but I wanted to surprise you."

Betty said: "Get undressed and stand in the corner."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" and I stripped and stood in the corner with
my hands on my head.

Betty said: "My sensibilities say I'm touched that you bought me
a present. But I want you to understand that you are a slave,
you don't take initiatives on your own, you do what I tell you.
I know that you agree with that. So what goes through your head
that right after getting punished for doing a laudable task
without permission, you immediately go out and do another lovely
laudable task without permission?"

I didn't think she was asking me.

Betty said: "Stay in the corner for another hour, then you can
fix dinner, then I will try again."

She turned on the TV. I guess she was right. But what woman
would refuse a gift? Well she didn't refuse it. Actually she has
gotten more attractive than when I first met her. I think she is
very sexy. I'm developing strong feelings for her.

I heard the tinkle of her bell.

I went to the chair and curtsied and stood at attention. She
said: "Make dinner, serve me enough so that you can eat my
leftovers for dinner."

I said: "Miss Betty, what should I prepare?"

She said: "You have my permission to cook up anything you want,
and I'm going to give you permission to clean up."

I said: "Thank you Miss Betty;" and curtsied and went into the
kitchen.

I found a half cauliflower that needed to be used, and some
chicken patties and onions and frozen green beans with almonds.
The onions I sauteed and gravy from a bottle disguised the
chicken. I set the table and in my most humble head bowed manner
invited my mistress to dinner.

She liked the food and enjoyed the Rhine wine from a jug. I
noticed she divided the chicken, cauliflower and beans in half
and ate most of one of the halves. She then stirred the
remaining food together and mashed it with her fork until it
looked gray with a green tinge. I knew what was coming. She
dumped it on the floor in the middle of the kitchen, then she
lifted her skirt, and pulled the crotch of her panties aside and
peed all over the green mess.

Betty said: "I need a tongue now."

I got on my knees and tried to lick her dry. This was symbolic
because I have a very wet tongue and its application doesn't
make a pussy dry. She was satisfied and I was well humiliated.

Betty said: "Eat and lick up all of that, I want the floor
licked dry."

I started licking. It was fine. The food was still good and her
urine was not the Rhine wine. It was a lot and mostly I got it
all up. The most erotic aspect was when she walked around to
supervise; I got to see her shapely leg from the floor. I would
have looked up but I was a coward.

When I had cleared all the food she returned with paper and a
very short pencil.

She said: "This time you will print a hundred and fifty times 'I
will always ask for permission before doing anything!' and I
want an exclamation point after it."

She said: "I could have handcuffed you while you were eating
that mess, or I could make you write five hundred lines, if I
were using the cane you would get twenty strokes because this is
the second time. I'm strict but I'm not a sadist."

I said: "Yes madam and I think you are beautiful;" what did I
say? I wondered.

She said: "Get started and make sure its neat."

The tiny pencil made it even harder to print on the floor. I
couldn't hold the pencil in my hand; I had to use my fingers
which were becoming fatigued.

She was watching television and she made me wait for a break
each time before accepting one of the pages. It took nearly two
hours to write the six pages and turn them in.

When I gave her the last page she told me to bend over. She
examined my behind. She said: "I want you to know that the next
punishment will be with the cane. I know how much you like
that."

I said: "Thank you, Miss Betty."

She said: "Go wash your face you look like someone threw a pie
in your face."

I went to the bathroom and indeed there was food stuck to my
cheeks and forehead; I washed up. I returned, curtsied and stood
at attention.

She said: "You may take off my panties."

I said: "Yes ma'am;" and pulled them off as she raised herself
from the chair.

I started kissing her thighs; she has become very sexy to me. I
tried to cover every square inch from her knees to her pussy.
She intervened and guided my head into her crotch. I kissed and
licked and sucked. Finally she had enough and I continued
kneeling between her thighs, kissing where I had missed earlier.
I had fixed dinner at about 6:00 and it was now almost 10:00.

Betty said: "I would like to take you to bed with me but I think
discipline is more important. I'm going to handcuff you to the
bed in the discipline room."

I was still naked and I followed her. She only fastened one
handcuff to one hand, it was connected to the headboard and then
she covered me. She gave me a kiss, then she left and locked the
door.

This lady caned me for sneezing and punished me for cleaning the
kitchen and she punished me for buying a present. And I'm
falling in love with her. I think hormones in me change after a
woman beats me.

I woke but I was handcuffed to the bed and the door was locked.
I waited, I had gotten good at that. I had become a devotee of
meditation. When locked up and needing to pass the time it
works. But when you have to stand still or support a disc you
have to pay attention to those tasks.

I heard the door unlock, and a gloriously naked Betty came in
with a handcuff key.

She said: "Come with me, I need to pee."

We went to her bathroom, she sat on the toilet and I knelt
between her thighs. She peed and I patted her dry with TP. I
took a very big risk and kissed her on her thigh. Then I did it
again and again, a little faster, a little frenzy and her hand
guided me to her lovely pussy, a great start to the third day.

Betty said: "You may make breakfast for me; and you may clean
the kitchen. From now on when you hear the bell or have to
report to me, you may either curtsy and stand at attention the
way you have, and you have done that very well, or you may kiss
either or both of my feet and work your way up or down to my
knees. I'm giving you that privilege because you have been so
sweet."

I said: "Thank you Miss Betty;" and maybe she is a nymphomaniac
and knows this will get lots of 'pull my panties down'
situations. I'm not complaining.

I prepared a grapefruit by sectoring it that needed to be eaten,
the rest of the blueberries, yoghurt, and crunchy cereal and
milk, and I made coffee; then I washed the floor and rinsed it
twice, put all the used dishes into the dishwasher, washed the
counters and heard Betty come in. I held the chair for her and
put the napkin in her lap and stood by.

Betty said: "Today I will stick close to you so I can give you
permission to do all the lovely stuff you want to do."

I got on my knees: "Oh Miss Betty, I don't want to cause you
distress. I only want to do what you want me to."

She said: "I know dear boy, but you're not smart enough to ask
for permission. And I don't want to cane you for buying me a
surprise."

I hung my head and said: "Thank you Miss Betty;" I feel so
connected to her.


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The Prisoner, by Will Cane

Chapter 80

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Before Stewart could hear the rest of Slater's account the
prisoner was called away to other duties so he wandered back to
the Wardresses lounge to read the daily papers. As he sipped his
coffee he noticed a folder containing information for staff and
inside an article that caught his eye and he commenced to read
it:

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Policy document M/543 for the attention of staff in charge of
male prisoners.

It has been brought to the attention of the Executive Committee
that deals with such matters that many staff employed in the
Male Correctional Facilities have found a degree of correction
applied to the male genitalia to be particularly effective in
establishing the authority of female staff. Up until now this
has been continuing as an unofficial procedure but the time has
now come to regularise the method. After all the area is
supremely sensitive and a little discipline will be most
efficacious.

This will in no way replace the proper and correct official
Genital Punishments that require the presence of a member of the
medical staff at all times. It will however, permit wardresses
to administer short sharp corrections when they consider it
appropriate to maintaining authority.

It is left to the individual wardresses discretion as to the
implement used to slap the penis and testicles and the position
the prisoner should be in to receive the treatment. As a guide
however it is felt that some personal item of the wardress will
be most effective in creating the feeling in the prisoner that
this is a one on one punishment specifically designed to create
respect for that staff member. Items that may be considered are
the leather uniform glove, intimate personal items of underwear
such as regulation uniform panties or the straps of a brassiere
or whatever is reasonably light, flexible and capable of causing
discomfort with no risk of any injury.

The prisoner should be ordered into a position that will enable
full access to the penis and scrotum and ensure that the latter
will not be trapped between the chosen instrument and the pelvic
bone or other hard surface.

Wardresses should bear in mind that single applications should
rarely be given as at least two slaps will greatly enhance the
fear and anticipation for the prisoner.

Please ensure that this document is shown to the Lady Milkers
who attend your centre. As they are required to relieve the
prisoners with as little pleasure as possible an application of
a slap to the scrotum before during and after release would be
guaranteed to ensure that the next event will not be looked
forward to.

There will be no requirement for any administrative action or
form filling.

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It was signed by one of the numerous female administrators.

Stewart almost grimaced when he read the note and particularly
the last two sentences that would give any irritated wardress
the opportunity of being a total bitch to an individual prisoner
with no fear of criticism. He could well imagine how
enthusiastically some of his colleagues would grasp at the
opportunity.

He was aware of somebody looking over his shoulder and realised
that it was the young Miss Jones. For once she was smiling at
the thought of trying out the new procedure. She confided that
she had yet to select her implement but that the back straps of
one of her heavy support bra's would fit the bill.

She then told him that Miss Brooks had been looking for him. It
seems that she had been taking a female squad for intensive
early morning PT and one of them had stepped out of line and
required punishments. Unfortunately Miss Brooks had pulled a
muscle in her back and was wondering if Stewart would be so kind
as to help out.

Because the treatment was to be carried out by a non-centre
nurse, it was required that a staff member be there to supervise
and ensure that the procedure and punishment were carried out
with the required degree of discomfort. Miss Jones related the
offences, and certain other information as they walked over to
the room that the Nurse was using. It seems that the girl had
been working well doing the strenuous exercises but during a
break had failed a panty inspection. When told that she would be
on report she made the mistake of complaining, using a rushed
use of the toilet as an excuse.

Stewart and Jones strode into a small waiting room adjacent to
the room that was being used for medical needs. A tall fair
haired girl in her mid-twenties leapt to attention. She was
still dressed in her sports kit of thin sleeveless vest, short
pleated skirt, ankle socks and trainers. She stared straight
ahead and was clearly very concerned at the position she now
found herself in. A faint odour of sweat hung over her and her
face was still flushed form the rigorous exertion that she had
been subjected to.

Stewart spoke: "So girl, you have been caught with dirty
knickers... why is that?"

The hapless girl, still staring straight ahead and maintaining a
rigid attention position replied in a wavering whisper. "No
excuse offered... Sir"

"So you admit to deliberate carelessness with your personal
hygiene contrary to regulations?"

"Yyy..yes Sir".

"I understand that you have been sentenced to a Punishment Enema
and Cleansing of the affected area that will be witnessed by
Miss Jones and I. Afterwards your further punishment will depend
on your efforts during the treatment. Is that understood?"

"Yes... Sir".

Just then, the nurse who Stewart had previously met at the local
hospital arrived. She walked briskly into the room next door and
informed them that she would call them through with the prisoner
when she was ready. They would obviously have the opportunity to
work on the girl for a few minutes. Stewart decided to start
with an inspection of the reported panties.

"Take up the panty inspection position," he ordered.

Without hesitation the girl reached down to lower the small
tight panties to her knees, spread her thighs in a semi-squat
position and clasped her hands behind her head.

Miss Jones and Stewart moved in close to examine the crotch and
immediately saw the slight brown stain that was the subject of
the complaint. The rigorous exercise had created the usual
amount of sweat in the anal cleft and the panties had been
worked up into a wedge that caused the contact with the less
than spotless orifice.

Both staff members muttered their words of disgust that brought
a blush to the girls face and neck as she displayed for them.

"Are you as casual in obeying the other rules of the centre?"
demanded Miss Jones.

The prisoner stuttered her negative reply as the wardress
reached out, caught the bottom of the vest and pulled it up to
her armpits revealing a small white half-cup brassiere.

"Unbelievable!" snorted Miss Jones. "As well as disgusting
knickers you also flout the rule banning any form of breast
support when undergoing PT. How dare you girl!!"

"Please Miss... I put the bra on after the PT had ended as my
breasts are rather large and felt sore from all the bouncing...
I honestly didn't wear it during exercise."

Kirsty Jones would later admit to Stewart that she knew full
well that this was true, Miss Brooks had seen her slip it on but
figured that if Kirsty knew... she could force a Breast Related
Demerit on the girl. Which she now proceeded to do.

Miss Jones glanced at the girl's file laying on a table. The
name on the front was "Harding".

"The rules are perfectly clear Harding. No breast support is to
be worn when exercising unless approved by the Governor. Am I
correct in assuming that you have no such permission?"

"Nnno Miss... but I didn't wear any support..."

The girls words were drowned by a curt order to be silent from
Stewart who was now joining the game.

"I will therefore impose one BRD on your record. Have you
collected any others Harding?"

"Yes Miss... just one... for being found with a shoulder strap
twisted on a uniform inspection."

"Good... now remove the vest and the offending item for a closer
check."

The prisoner, now trembling with fear slipped the damp vest over
her head and unclipped the support's rear fastening and handed
it to the wardress hoping against hope that no more demerits
would be awarded. A forlorn hope as that was the intention. She
was indeed a large girl, which was why she had been singled out.
It seems that Lessing would also collect BRD's and Mrs Cheeseman
didn't want that woman to appear picked upon hence the plan to
have two females up for breast punishment that night.

To Stewart's surprise Miss Jones didn't find fault with the
cleanliness of the garment. Instead she stood in front of the
prisoner, reached out with both hands and grasped the girl's
large pink puffy nipples. She suddenly squeezed them both
between her thumbs and fingers before the girl had time to
brace. Instinctively her hand flew from behind her head and
grasped the wardresses wrists.

She immediately snatched her hands back into the correct
position, but Miss Jones had achieved her aim. Without releasing
any pressure and with the girl screwing up her face against the
pain she spoke.

"Attempting to resist inspection is a punishable offence as is
touching a member of staff without permission. As your breasts
were involved you have caused yourself another BRD my girl
making three in total!"

With a final extra squeeze she released the reddened nipples.
"Consider yourself on report for a breast punishment!"

Just then the Nurse re-appeared carrying a large rubber bag that
had obviously been filled with some liquid. She complained about
the lack of equipment for a really thorough cleansing but
assured the staff that she would do her best. Harding was
ordered to remove her panties, socks and trainers and kneel on
all fours on a sturdy table in the centre of the room. Her
offending anus was fully displayed as she assumed the knees
apart position required by the nurse. There was an almost
invisible staining to the area that was the source of her
problems today and as expected, that would be the nurse's first
task.

From her equipment bag she located a large rough cotton swab and
a bottle of medicinal alcohol that she poured on to the swab.
She then proceeded to vigorously rub the anal area ignoring the
girl's gasps and flinches. The liquid and the rather coarse
material seemed to freeze and scrub heat into the area at the
same time. The procedure was entirely in keeping with the policy
of making the entire treatment as unpleasant and as memorable as
possible. Stewart immediately appreciated how sore and tender
the scrubbing would make the anus and hardly encourage the girl
to thoroughly clean the area on her next visit to the toilet...
but that was hardly his concern.

When the swab had been discarded the nurse produced a nozzle
that made even Miss Jones flinch in anticipation. Rather than
the expected thin rubber probe this was longer and thicker, some
two inches in diameter at its widest point. The outside of the
white device was heavily ridged along its length to greatly
increase the discomfort of its passage into the rectum. A detent
reducing the diameter at a point six inches from the nozzle
would assist in the retention of this cruel piece of prison
medical equipment.

Having connected it to the tube that led to the bag the nurse
made a point of showing it to her victim who looked horrified as
to what was to be forced into her.

"It's my job to give you a thorough clean girl and the last
thought on my mind is your personal comfort... but I will
lubricate this nozzle if you would prefer it," intoned the
nurse.

Not surprisingly the nervous female agreed. What she forgot to
ask was what the lubricant would contain.

With a conspiratorial wink at Jones and Stewart the nurse
produced a tube of some grease. Whatever it was, it wouldn't
normally be used on a sensitive area as the nurse demonstrated
by slipping on latex gloves before applying it liberally to the
probe. She then rubbed a large dollop around the anus itself
resulting in a surprised gasp then some hip and knee flexing by
the prisoner.

The nurse indicated to Stewart that she needed some help and he
quickly leant over the naked prisoner, grasped each buttock in a
hand and pulled them way apart to fully expose the area. The
nozzle was introduced to the puckered anus and with much flexing
it around the central opening was slowly pushed into the girl.
From the gasps it was larger than any other probe, whether male
or clinical, that the girl had experienced into that secret
place.

Eventually the tube was embedded up to the detent and Stewart
relaxed his grip allowing the anus to grip the device even more
uncomfortably. The nurse reached up and opened the valve. A
clear piece of pipe showed how the liquid was flowing at a fast
rate and the girl was soon fidgeting slightly as she felt her
stomach take in what was to be a large volume of fluid.

"I normally use an additive of my own creation," the nurse
murmured. "It is just enough of an irritant that it really
increases the cramping effect and therefore the deeper
cleansing. Believe me the girl will be delighted to empty
herself when the time comes!"

Miss Jones then mentioned that prison rules required at least a
ten minute retention and although that didn't take into account
any liquid other than pure water, this time would still have to
be adhered to. According to the briefing given by Miss Brooks
one stroke of the cane was traditionally inflicted for every
minute that the enema was released early and that was why Mr
Stewart had been asked to help.

A deep gurgling sound could be heard from the prisoners stomach
and the nurse reached between the splayed legs and started to
massage the now distended area to assist in the passage to the
higher areas of the girls bowels.

Eventually the bag was empty and the large probe was
unceremoniously snatched from the bottom. The girls yelped and
slammed her knees together as the dilated anus sensed the
presence of the irritating liquid. With the nurse on one arm and
Miss Jones on the other the girl was led down a short corridor
to a simple toilet. The seat was raised and the girl ordered to
stand astride the pan in the 'present' position facing the staff
members.

Miss Jones made a big play of holding out her left arm with the
wrist watch. "The timing will start from..... NOW! I will call
out every minute and that will mean one less stroke if you
release prematurely. If you do release it had better all go in
the pan or you will qualify for further treatments!"

The toilet room was not particularly warm, but the prisoner
under cleansing was soon sweating profusely as the internal
liquid surged around inside her. She managed to hold the
'present' position, albeit with a screwed up face and a degree
of doubling over as the cramps gripped as she fought the
overwhelming requirement to sit and release. Stewart admired the
girl's stamina, particularly knowing that Miss Jones was
extending the minutes by a goodly percent to ensure that his
cane would be needed.

It was just after Miss Jones intoned the fourth minute that the
prisoner could no longer hold on any more. She half collapsed on
to the toilet seat and released the contents in a gurgling
roaring rush into the pan. She then had to sit there trying, in
front of the nurse and two staff members to squeeze out the
remaining stained fluids from the upper reaches of her intestine
which added noisily to her shame. It didn't relieve her sweating
humiliation when, with a handkerchief over her nose, Miss Jones
loudly remarked on the disgusting events that the staff were
obliged to witness.

Eventually the three decided that the girl was effectively empty
and she was led back into the room and on to her knees on the
table for the final cleaning of her anal cleft. As the nurse
vigorously scrubbed the alcohol based spirits around the anus
and entire crotch area ensuring that the soft folds of the
girl's vagina were pulled to one side and themselves subjected
to the stinging attention of the fluid. She remarked that as she
was now due a thrashing for failing to retain the liquid, she
had better swab down her buttocks. She added with a grin that
she used to swab just the buttocks but then learnt how many of
the disciplinary staff liked to include the soft tender upper
thighs so that she now did that as well.

Miss Jones temporarily left the room and soon returned with a
cane that she had left in another part of the building. It was
an unusually slim but very flexible plastic rod around two feet
long with a rubber handle grip. The rod had small lumps along
every inch of the shaft with a larger hard ball at the tip. Not
the harshest implement that could be used and one that gave the
prisoner some hope that the caning would be relatively mild.

"You were warned Harding that any failure to retain the enema
would be punished. As you released after just four minutes you
will now have to receive six strokes of this cane across the
offending area. Stand over here, legs wide apart and bent over
gripping your ankles. I will warn you that failure to remain in
place will attract extra strokes!"

The naked, sweating and shaking prisoner took up the position as
ordered. She did her best to spread her feet well apart and
gripped her ankles with some effort. The recent application of
surgical spirit seemed to make the skin on her buttocks appear
even tighter and pulled apart to expose the anal area fully and
she would certainly feel the cane to the maximum.

Miss Jones handed Stewart the cane and he flexed it and gave a
few practice swishes to cause the girl even more apprehension.

Stewart then moved a chair to position it directly behind the
girl and took a seat with his legs and feet protruding through
her splayed thighs. Leaning forward he gently rested the cane
vertically down the anal cleft. Harding flinched in shock: It
was to be a cleft punishment.

Miss Jones continued, "Thought that you would be getting away
with a few strokes over your bum did you girl? We did warn you
that this punishment would be one that discouraged any lack of
hygiene in that area. I'm sure that Mr Stewart is an expert with
the anal cane and will make every stroke count!"

Stewart wasn't so confident. He had seen the technique in a
training film so had some idea. He held the cane handle in his
left hand, positioned the tip of the implement against the sore
and tender anus, pulled back the rod to almost ninety degrees
with his right fingers and let fly. Without the previous
tenderisation of the area it would have been painful but for the
girl it was like an electric shock.

She jumped almost a foot in the air but rapidly regained her
exposed position.

Stewart held the rod upside down, pulled back and released.

This time the tip struck into the vaginal cleft and from the
girls shriek must have impacted on her most sensitive nub. The
flexibility of the rod also ensured that a trail of red spots
were left on the perineum.

More out of a sense of decoration rather than kindness he spread
the next three flicks over the entire cleft but saved the last
one to aim at the reddened and sore rosebud.

Harding yelled aloud, stood up and reached behind her with her
hands to protect the area. Realising the error, she immediately
apologised and went back to the correct position... but she knew
that her reaction would result in more pain from the wretched
anal cane.

"Big mistake girl!" said Stewart. "I am not without some feeling
so I will give you a choice as to what will happen next. You can
take one more like that... without this ridiculous jumping
around or you can take two on your other orifice. I think you
realise where the tip will land!"

Harding realised only too well but decided that anything was
less sensitive than her poor anus. Following Stewart's orders
she turned to face him, spread her legs and gripped each lip of
her vagina with her finger tips, pulled them apart to expose the
inner lips and clitoral hood.

Miss Jones added to the girl's apprehension by producing the
offending soiled panties and rolling them into a tube, used it
to force her jaws apart as a form of a gag.

The girl was trembling. She knew, only too well, that she would
have to take what was coming. Repeat punishments were always
made as hard as possible.

Stewart was in no hurry. He touched the shamefully exposed
clitoral hood with the cruel tip then started a scratching
circular motion to irritate the area. It took only a couple of
minutes before the girl, despite the pain from her rear, started
to gasp gently and flex her hips slightly. The clitoris swelled
appreciatively becoming more displayed and vulnerable.

Holding the implement in his left hand he touched the nub with
the hard tip, then pulled the flexible shaft back fully with his
right fingers..... and let fly.

A muffled yelp, a lurch of the hips but no attempt to avoid the
punishment or cover herself after the pain bit. She knew that if
she could repeat that self control, it should all be over.

Stewart waited a couple of nerve straining minutes for the
clitoris to swell and then repeated the positioning of the
device. This time the girl was visibly shaking in fear as the
unbelievably sore and sensitive nub of girl flesh was hit by the
cruel tip.

With a superhuman effort she remained with her hands exposing
herself and just a quick lurch of her hips.

"And I should think so girl!" snapped Miss Jones. "Had you
displayed more self control earlier then these additional
strokes wouldn't have been necessary."

The girl, still shaking but now perhaps from relief that the
immediate punishment was over, was allowed to dress and depart.
Stewart and Jones bade farewell to the nurse and walked over to
their accommodation discussing their plans for the evening.

Following dinner and a social evening with Lady Halliday, Jones
and Stewart wandered over to where the male prisoners were no
doubt asleep.

Miss Jones strode into the male dormitory slamming the lights
on. As the tired and sleepy males raised themselves she shouted
out.

"Spot inspection, you know the score boys, at the end of the
bed, stark naked, at the present and with those foreskins
snapped fully back."

The twelve prisoners, ranging in age from late teens to their
early forties rapidly followed the orders. Several of them
displayed erections, with Stewart almost feeling sorry for them
as he knew that this was something that the young mistress
detested and always felt necessary to discourage. She looked at
the ones so displayed with contempt and ordered them along one
side of the room as there were conveniently just six of them.
Total silence reigned apart from the clicking of the wardresses
boots as she briefly inspected them.

"I will deal with those who lack any form of self control
later," she snapped. "In the meantime I am here to inform you
about a recent change in the rules that you will be allowed to
experience earlier than most male prisoners. A new form of
correction has just been authorised that will enable the ladies
in charge of you to regularly check and update you on their
authority."

"The powers that be have approved the use of a short sharp slap
to your testicles that will enable you to demonstrate your total
obedience to my authority in the way that you will have to
position yourself... exactly as I direct... knowing that I will
then be hurting you in what I believe is a very sensitive area.
The implement used to do the slapping has been left to the
discretion of the wardress. I will be trying three different
items... and I am sure that you will be happy to let me know
which you feel will best impress my authority on those little
balls of yours."

"It is suggested that using items of a personal nature should
reinforce the personal authority of the staff member, so the
first item I will try out will be my uniform gloves. They are
rather lightweight and the stitching is minimal so they should
not be too harsh... but.... we will see."

Stewart, thinking of her usual damp hands wondered if the gloves
would really be as light and flimsy as she suggested.

She arranged two wooden seats about three feet apart in the
centre of the room. The look of fear and apprehension increased
on the faces of the prisoners.

"We will experiment starting with the male over by the door. As
and when he is dismissed the male in the next bed space will
come and stand, feet well spread on the chair seats and facing
away from me. When I say 'prepare' he will bend over and grip
his knees so that I have a good view and full access to the rear
of his scrotum. I really have no idea of how much this will hurt
so it will come as much of a surprise to me as it will... no
doubt... to you."

"We will start with those displaying a lack of self control:
First prisoner!"

It was the male in his forties that Miss Jones had earlier
charged with having an erection. He still had. His buttocks bore
the results of his most recent stringent punishment that had
been ordered and duly inflicted. As he followed the order to
prepare, the stretching of his heavily bruised and wealed
buttocks evoked a gasp of pain.

His scrotal sac hung low and clear of his thighs looking, and no
doubt feeling, vulnerable. They were just under face height to
the young wardress as she removed and screwed up her leather
uniform gloves. She rested the finger tips on the rear of his
scrotum, drew her hand back and brought them forward with a loud
slap.

The dangling scrotum snapped forward and a deep grunt came from
the male.

"It will be the second and more so the third contact that will
really give you all a chance to demonstrate that you accept my
authority without question," she said.

The second slap was quickly followed by the third and the male
almost brought his hand round as protection but his training
helped and he was able to accept this demonstration of authority
without question.

One by one the males mounted the chairs and fought against their
natural instinct to protect themselves, with each meekly
accepting Miss Jones slapping their most sensitive area. More
than one resumed the bedside present position with tears in his
eyes.

She gave the room an about turn order so that the males all had
their backs to her. Standing in the middle she calmly removed
her tie and undid the buttons on her uniform shirt slipping it
down to her waist before unclipping her heavy sport brassiere
and slipping off. As it brushed against her still swollen
nipples she gave Stewart a wry grin, then quickly slipped the
shirt back on leaving most of the buttons tantalisingly undone.
She fastened the rear bra clips and told them all to face
inwards.

If they didn't have an erection they soon would as she made no
attempt to cover her large wobbling breasts with no more than
three fastened buttons holding the front of the white shirt
together with her nipples firm, hard and visible through the
cotton material.

"I now want you to feel and accept a slap or three from my bra
straps. Unfortunately some of you will have noticed that I am
rather a large girl in that area and so I need a well reinforced
support garment with stronger than average back support. Had I
been one of the thinner wardresses you would hardly feel the
next session... as it is you may find it a little challenging to
remain in position. The first prisoner up on the chairs... NOW!"

The previous first victim could not help but briefly touch his
aching scrotum as he climbed on to the two chairs. He braced
himself as much as he could and waited.

Miss Jones held the large support bra by the cups and as the
back support would not flatten with the rear clips done up,
undid them so the heavy back straps with the attendant metal
clips and wiring lay flat against each other. She took aim and
lashed the rear of the dangling bulbs... hard.

It hurt the dangling unprotected testicles. The prisoner began
to sweat knowing that the next two lashes would hurt even more.
Somehow he managed to contain his protests to a low grunt each
time. The whole room was now full of nervous tension as they
realised that this young girl meant to really hurt every one of
them under the pretext of demonstrating the new policy.

One by one each male climbed on to the chairs, squatted and
waited for the gut aching straps to hit. Somehow they all
managed to submit to the authority of what was almost a
schoolgirl.

When the last prisoner had felt the weight of the bra straps
Miss Jones, without a trace of embarrassment, reached under her
skirt and pulled down her uniform panties stepping out of them
to hold them in her hand. They were the uniform standard rather
than a thong, so there was plenty of material and a broad
elasticated waist band.

"These will provide the last intimate article for me to slap
your rather tender scrotum boys. I'm afraid that I have been
wearing them for some time and a certain dampness will add to
their weight and therefore effectiveness. She then slowly turned
them inside out."

As you can see, the part that was in contact with my sensitive
area will be the part that hits yours. She then positioned a
third chair between the others and facing them. Sitting in the
chair she told the waiting room that there would be a change in
the position for the recipient. He would now stand on the chairs
but facing her and squat down so that his genitals would hang
well below his body and right in front of her eyes.

Again, it was the prisoner that she had arranged to be formally
punished earlier in the evening. He was still partially erect
and as he squatted as ordered his view of her breasts and spread
thighs did nothing to help. She then ordered him to hold his
penis to his lower stomach to ensure that her selected target
area was clear.

In full view of her victim she screwed the panty material into a
tight spiral, held it in place with her left hand as she brought
the right hand holding the waist band fully back and then,
before the panties could unwind, taking careful aim at the
hanging, aching and defenceless testes she slapped forward with
the bundle.

Being struck in the gonads would be painful, but Miss Jones had
achieved what every staff member tried to. She had kept within
the guidelines but managed to increase the level of pain by
screwing up the panties.

It clearly hurt the prisoner, but more to the point, it had
clearly convinced the group that this was now a serious
punishment, rather than the nominal one that they had expected.
Certainly the first recipient with two slaps still to endure was
now shaking as he awaited the second.

He knew that any objection or attempt to avoid the panties would
result in even more punishment for his body. He had no
alternative other than to totally submit to this young girl's
punishment... without question. He continued to hold his penis
as directed and managed to accept the next two slaps with just a
sharp intake of breath.

One by one the frightened group of males did the same. Each
trying not to look at their young disciplinarians breasts or
thighs as they squatted in front of her and awaited the slaps.

Eventually they had all been slapped and had managed to accept
this form of authority without any rebellion and were now
standing at the foot of their respective beds. Despite her
earlier threat of punishing the ones with erections, Miss Jones
made no further reference to their earlier lack of control.
Perhaps the total absence of any tumescence was helped by the
dull scrotal ache that they all felt and their total humiliation
at her handling of them.

She simply collected her underwear and without bothering to put
them back on, simply smiled sweetly and bade them all a restful
night.

When Miss Jones and Stewart had departed all of the males
gratefully climbed into their beds clutching their now aching
testicles in a vain hope that this would somehow relieve the
pain. Perhaps it did, but nothing would relieve the hopeless
frustration of having to submit to the young girl's cruelty
without any right to complain or protect themselves.

Had they known of her plans to correct their unauthorised
erections earlier that night, they would have slept even less
soundly.


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