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February 21, 2021

The Prisoner - Chapter 94

From: Boz 4444
Date: Sat, 20 Feb 2021 16:12:55 +0000

The Prisoner, by Will Cane - Chapter 94

The previous episode, Chapter 93, is at:-

Relieved, at least for now, to have survived the testicle
treatments James Hough found the long barrack block type hut to
which the prisoners had been allocated and where he presumed he
would be sleeping.

A long open room contained the institutional style beds, six on
each side and neatly made, with a cupboard and small wardrobe
next to each one. At the end was the toilet block with a row of
sinks and opposite them four open toilet cubicles and four open
shower stalls.

Next was a small windowless storeroom containing shelves full of
cleaning materials, toilet rolls and various brushes and general
cleaning equipment. A deep wash basin and drying rack was along
one wall. Strangely there was another bed in there crammed into
the small space. The floor throughout was highly polished and
the general state of the washbasins and toilets was clean and

He heard a sound of movement from the far end of the hut so
walked back past the beds until he found what looked like an
office door at the entrance end which he had missed. On it was a
sign "Wardress Office."

He knocked and heard a female voice saying "Enter!"

As he walked in he noticed an office desk in front of which
stood a short plump brunette, presumably one of the prisoners as
she was dressed in the obligatory uniform of shirt and short
skirt but with her skirt raised and her panties around her

Sitting behind the desk was a tall hatchet faced very slim lady
in her thirties dressed in a grey skirt and jacket with rank
badges on the shoulder over a grey shirt and blue tie. Her
uniform hat sat on the desk. Her name tag displayed the name
"Senior Officer Norton".

He was told to stand against the side wall and to keep quiet,
which he fully intended to do even without the order. The
Officer then continued to berate the female displaying her bare
buttocks which from the look of them had already been reddened
by some form of broad strap.

"Despite my earlier application of the strap you still failed to
tidy your bed space at the morning inspection girl, so you will
now have to feel it again. I am somewhat limited by the rules in
that I can only lay on three strokes at a time, but you will
find that I can do that several times a day if the mood so takes
me. While you are displaying your private areas I might as well
carry out a routine panty inspection... so take them off and let
me see them."

With a look of some horror at James the girl struggled out of
the tight white bikini panties and blushing deeply, placed them
on the desk top.

"I said girl, that I wanted to see them! You are well aware of
how to present panties so do so NOW!"

With even more blushes the girl picked up the garment and held
it up between her hands so that the crotch was tight and fully
exposed. Miss Norton leant over and peered at the material then
pointed to a small damp mark.

"Is that a sign of sexual activity slut?" the officer demanded,
knowing full well that it was not but glad of any chance to
further humiliate a defenceless girl.

It was in fact a barely discernible yellow stain but enough for
the girl to have failed the test anyway. She stutteringly tried
to excuse herself saying that she was in the toilet when Miss
Norton sent for her and had to rush but there was no
understanding or mercy to be had from that quarter, just a
simple but frightening entry of her name into a book labelled
"Daily Offence Reports."

"Urine stains on your panties girl are a sure sign of a slut.
Aren't they?" the officer taunted.

"Yes, Ma'am," the humiliated girl dutifully replied.

"That nastiness will no doubt be dealt with later but right now
you will receive a taste of the strap. Bend over so that you
grip the far side of my desk then spread your feet wide apart,"
she ordered.

She then indicated that James was to move out of the way to the
girl's rear to give her enough room for a good swing with her
right arm. The desk was a little lower than the girl's torso
resulting in her buttocks being high and spread. From where
James stood her cheeks were parted and it was obvious that
depilation of that personal area was not required by the rules.
Her face could just be seen and it was bright red with

The officer unhooked the strap from her waist belt and ran it
tenderly through the fingers of her left hand. She then brought
it up over her right shoulder and brought it down hard across
the middle of the girl's buttocks. The girl jumped and exhaled a
jerk of air, but held her position. The second and third struck
painfully home and the strap was then re-hooked to the officer's

"Get dressed and report back here in an hour for a little
reminder on how panties should be presented for inspection. I
may be only allowed to give you three strokes at a time but I
intend to apply that permission several times to get you warmed
up for tonight's punishment session."

Still blushing furiously towards James, the girl struggled into
her panties and departed, leaving him alone in front of the
desk. Miss Norton sat in the chair, leant back and eyed him
slowly up and down.

"Enjoy that did you Hough?" the officer asked with a sneer,
knowing full well she had deliberately placed James in a
position where he could see the girl's charms displayed.

"No Ma'am," he lied, hoping his arousal was not yet evident.

It was apparently not noticed by her, "I have been fully trained
in handling male prisoners Hough so don't get any ideas. I think
I have just demonstrated that I have both the authority and
intention of disciplining that young female and you will be next
across this desk if you put a foot or word out of place. You
have been allocated to me for a few hours until it is time to
eat so first I will show you where you will be sleeping."

James was relieved to be on the move and with danger reducing he
followed her out the door.

To James' concern he was to sleep in the bed crammed into the
store and drying room. For the basic toilet and shower needs he
would be allowed to use the female stalls when one was free, so
not only would he be subjected to living around females in
various states of dress or undress, he would also suffer the
humiliation, like them, of having not the slightest shred of
privacy when it came to his most basic needs.

Miss Norton then emphasised his relative status in that he was
junior to every female prisoner, could be ordered about by them
and would have to remain respectful and address them all as

She then told him that the group, with the exception of the girl
that he had just seen strapped, were out on a fitness run and
should be passing the area in which they were in just a couple
of minutes. He was to follow her outside and observe the event.
It was a cold day and not one on which James would have liked to
be enduring a cross country run.

As James accompanied her he concluded that Miss Norton must
enjoy having an audience for her cruelty to these girls.

Soon the eleven females appeared over a slight hill pounding
what seemed to be a perimeter road round the estate. James could
see that the females were stripped to a thin vest and short blue
skirt under which their panties could be seen. Short socks and
white trainers completed their running dress and from the way
the breasts were bouncing and swaying, no brassieres were
allowed for chest support. The nipples, made turgid by the cold,
were visibly pointing under the chafing vests.

Miss Norton, speaking against the ice cold wind that was
blowing, but with obvious glee told him that the distance was
one mile round the estate. The requirement was to run the route
seven times within a fifty minute time span if they wanted to
escape any punishment she informed him with a smile. Before the
run they had all been made to drink a pint of water and she was
now allowing them a comfort stop as they would probably need to
relieve themselves.

James expected that they would be allowed to visit the
accommodation block but was in for a surprise. The sweating and
steaming squad were called to a halt and made to form a line at
arm's length, facing Miss Norton and James.

"I appreciate that there is a male present so to reduce your
embarrassment you will keep your panties in place. On my command
you will squat with knees wide and skirt raised."


The breathless females all went down as ordered with several of
their already flushed faces becoming even brighter as their
spread panty crotches were displayed by their position with
their heels together supporting their buttocks and their knees
wide and high.

"On my command you will all release your bladders. Any prisoner
who does not will feel my strap."

The officer knew of course that this was far from reducing their
embarrassment, but could hardly have been designed to be more
humiliating for them. Being made to soil one's own underwear in
front of a man was far worse than urinating on the ground in
front of him.

"Release!" she ordered with a grin.

James realised this woman was an obvious sadist with a taste for
humiliating women.

The threat of the strap convinced even the most bodily shy girl
and with little hesitation, eleven clean panties displayed an
increasing damp patch followed by a healthy gush of steaming
yellow fluid that spread into a puddle beneath them and under
their trainers' rubber soles. The flow had hardly stopped before
they were ordered to their feet. They stood with legs together,
skirts still round their waist, and were all standing rigidly at
attention with the insides of their thighs glistening.

There would be no more resting. With one quick order from Miss
Norton the squad were off again steaming even more in the cold
wind. They had just 15 minutes left to complete the run without
feeling leather as she put it.

As they completed the next lap it was obvious to James that they
were all but exhausted, but the sight of Miss Norton unhitching
her strap seem to spur them on, and the pace visibly increased
even though they were now strung out as the fitter females drew

As they reappeared approaching where Miss Norton stood
effectively marking the finishing line the females were clearly
exhausted with a wide gap between each one. The first six
crossed the invisible line within the time scale allotted but
the rest did not and the last girl, a somewhat overweight
blonde, crossed the line with her breasts flopping wildly. Both
she and the others in the last five were lined up next to the
still wet patches that they had left when they relieved

It was a quick three with the strap but rather than having them
drop their panties she laid them on over the urine wet material
seemingly adding to the impact. The breathless girls accepted
the pain and indignity without complaint and the whole
breathless squad were then sent, with James to the accommodation

Miss Norton ordered them all into the toilet block to strip off
the damp and sweaty clothes. The vests, socks and panties were
hung on a drying frame that stood over a radiator in the store
room to dry. The shivering and naked females were then sent into
the showers with a queue forming as they each awaited their
turn. It seemed, from their acceptance of Hough's presence, that
they were well used to stripping in front of males.

Meanwhile James was told to place the trainers on the racks in
the room and then ensure that the showers were properly cleaned
after the girls had finished. The pairs of trainers each had an
individual smell and had obviously been continually used for
female exercise. He carefully and neatly placed them in the
racks noting the pair that was already there; presumably
belonging to the girl he had seen strapped earlier.

It was some time before the female prisoners had finished
showering and had removed themselves to their sleeping quarters.
James found the cleaning materials near his own bed space and
started cleaning down the soap scum and hair debris from the
white porcelain trays and tiled walls. Several girls came in to
use the toilets and to his surprise they simply sat there
watching him without any apparent embarrassment.

It took him some time to clean the showers and he worked until
Miss Norton paid a cursory visit telling him to get off for his
evening meal in the canteen with the now dressed females.

This was taken around a self-service queue and eaten in total
silence despite the absence of any staff. By nine o'clock they
all went back to the sleeping accommodation where he entered his
store cupboard cum bunk.

The radiator had almost dried the damp intimate clothing but the
odour of dried sweat and urine still permeated the room. James
was sensible enough to realise that this had been the sadistic
Miss Norton's intention so resolved to accept the problem and
soon fell into a deep sleep.

He was awakened by a loud bell ringing. All of the numerous wall
clocks told him that it was 6am and, following a rush for the
toilets he found he had to join the queue of females awaiting
the use of one of the open stalls.

He was soon dressed and lined up with the shivering girls in the
breakfast line. This was served by a large short surly female
civilian who clearly objected to being obliged to perform such a
service to a bunch of prisoners at such an early hour. James
made the mistake of causing the woman more annoyance by asking
for well-done bacon which she supplied but with a look of utter
fury on her round face.

The hours between seven and nine were filled by showering and
routine cleaning of the accommodation block.

Just before nine Miss Norton strode in and pinned a duty list to
a notice board which was soon scrutinised by the anxious
prisoners. When James could get near it he saw that next to his
name was listed ominously "Leather treatment shed".

Seeing he was somewhat perplexed, not to say worried, one of the
girls told him that it was one of the pleasanter and safer jobs
on offer where he would be employed oiling and preparing new
straps and devices for delivery to customers.

He soon found the wooden building and went in. He was met by a
red faced lady in her fifties who showed him to a work bench on
which lay numerous leather tawses, straps and cuffs. All awaited
oiling to make them flexible and more effective. In front of him
was a large pot of oil that he would use to feed the leather and
make it malleable.

The first tawse he picked up had come straight from the leather
worker. It consisted of a two foot long leather strap with a
carved grip at one end and a split the other extending a foot
into the material. It was clearly designed to hurt and made of a
thick type of hide nearly half an inch in depth. It felt heavy
and James could well imagine the force with which it would soon
be brought down on to some poor wretches' buttocks or thighs.
Because of its inherent flexibility the rough edges would leave
nasty ridges on sensitive skin.

There was a notice hanging over his work bench which said:

"Remember, the leather that you are working on could one day be
used on you!"

James needed no such exhortation and started work with a will
using a small cloth to soak up the oil and apply it liberally to
the hungry pale hide.

Other implements followed and James did his best to make all of
them humanely supple but soon realised that it would take days
to really achieve the desired flexibility.

There was a mid-morning coffee break for the staff but he was
ignored by them as they sat in a circle on comfortable stools as
he continued to rub and soak. Despite the lack of refreshment he
needed to relieve himself so left the bench and walked down the
corridor to the room labelled "Toilet".

He had just completed his release and was leaving when a young
girl appeared from an office opposite and demanded to know what
he was doing using a staff toilet.

He stood dutifully at attention in front of the young female and
apologised humbly remembering to address her as "Miss".

Apparently satisfied she warned him not to use the room in
future and walked off leaving him to return to his work bench.

Just before the lunch break he was visited at his bench by Miss
Ellis looking somewhat agitated. She gestured him to follow her
into an empty office and turned towards him looking less than

"James! I spent some time yesterday trying to explain how things
work here so that it would make life easier for you and you
already seemed to have collected a report on your attitude. Miss
Finch always reviews these complaints when they pop up on her
screen and she has messaged me that you are to be given a
'disciplinary'. It's the last thing I want to do but I have no
option other than to carry it out."

Shaken by the news, James asked who had complained but Miss
Ellis explained that anonymity was always maintained until the
lady herself wanted him to know. She also had no idea what he
had done to offend whoever she was. The complaint had been made
and the punishment would follow without any questions or
interference on anyone's part.

Becoming increasingly worried what was to happen to him he asked
what was meant by a 'disciplinary'.

She explained that it was intended to be a sharp shock to bring
anyone serving the organisation back into line quickly. It was a
formal application of the cane and was designed to both hurt and
humiliate rather more than the "playful taps" with the wardress
straps that he had already seen.

The recipient would not be told the reason or the identity of
the complainant but left to examine his or her memory of what
errors they may have committed in the recent days.

There were three grades and he was to receive a grade two which
would consist of between ten and fourteen strokes across the
thighs and/or buttocks. He would be naked and the event would
have to be witnessed by at least one other staff member.

She went on to say that she had seen from his records that he
had felt the cane before but he should be prepared for a really
painful session today that she would be unable to protect him
from in any way. Indeed, her job depended on her laying on the
cane in a way that would be more painful than any that most of
the staff would give. She had a reputation for strict discipline
and she couldn't risk going easy on him in any way, especially
in front of a witness and bearing in mind that he may well be
inspected afterwards.

Provided he took the cane without being restrained the number of
strokes would be just ten, but if he did not remain in position
and had to be strapped down this could be increased to fourteen.
She advised him that he would almost certainly be unable to take
ten without being secured so to ask for the twelve stroke option
where he would be strapped down and not able to make things
worse for himself. She told him that he had until he reported to
her for the caning at 2 p.m. to make his mind up.

"...and James, I won't like this any more than you will... but
it has to be done and done properly, and don't forget to bring
that Velcro strap that you were issued with."

Shaken and dreading the afternoon session and yet still
wondering what the purpose of the strap was, James went back to
his work bench and continued oiling and polishing the leather
products with his mind very much elsewhere.

Could even the cook or the young secretary have the power to
have him severely beaten for any minor mistake that he made? Was
it perhaps one of the girl prisoners who had complained? He had
been told that they were all superior to him in the hierarchy
but could anyone of them really have him thrashed on a whim?

He then realised that this form of anonymous complaint and
punishment would mean that he would be walking on eggshells for
the rest of his stay, forced to be humble and obedient to any
one of the staff, or prisoners, that he met.

Which was of course, the whole point of the system.

For obvious reasons he had little appetite for the mid-day meal
but certainly noticed the number of uniformed ladies sitting at
the top table who were constantly looking in his direction and
clearly discussing him.

It seems that there were regular visits from the Prison Training
Centre where all the new Warders and Wardresses were trained.
Miss Finch appreciated the commercial benefits of making all the
prisons' staff aware of her products for when they reach a
position such that one might have purchasing authority. It would
seem that no expense or effort was too much for these guests
when on the premises.

As the clock moved to 2 p.m., instead of returning to the work
bench he went, as Miss Ellis had directed, to a large gymnasium
type building some way from the factory buildings.

He entered and found a polished wooden floored and well lit room
with a contraption for securing hapless victims in the centre.
Around this were comfortable chairs that were already filled
with the young wardress group and several of the staff who had
elected to view the afternoon's entertainment... which was of
course, him.

Miss Ellis, dressed formally in short grey skirt, blouse and
knee boots acknowledged his arrival without a hint of
recognition pointing towards a spot for him to stand awaiting
her pleasure. She was in the process of describing the ethos
behind the 'disciplinary' and to James' horror was holding a
fearsome cane that was obviously to be used on him.

His confidence that he was only to receive twelve strokes and
that Miss Ellis was a basically kind person who would minimise
the level of pain was shattered.

What she hadn't told him was that the implement would be twin
plastic rods joined in a handle. It looked nearly four feet long
and each polypropylene rod was white and the thickness of an
index finger. She was demonstrating its flexibility by bending
it between her hands then swishing it through the air.

It was barbaric! Surely Miss Ellis would not use it on him?

"This is one of our newer and more effective products ladies.
When you have a prisoner who has been rendered somewhat inured
to the effects of the cane and has become what we would call a
hardened case, this implement will bring them sharply back to
reality and appreciative of just how much a punishment can hurt.
The candidate today is not a conventional prisoner but has been
sent here by his wife for advanced training in obedience. It may
amuse you to hear that the event is being sent via Skype for his
wife's benefit in the First Class departure lounge at Heathrow
where she is waiting to board her flight to the USA. Please feel
free to pass the cane around and examine its weight and

This they did and the loud whirring sounds they made by
practising their strokes did little to settle his nerves. He was
then approached by the mousy little nurse he had met before. She
ordered him to strip and then hand her the strap he held in his
hand. As this would be in full view of the afternoon audience
James found himself turning away to protect what was left of his

He was soon ordered to face the front and to stop slouching. She
moved closer to him and to his surprise grasped his genitalia
firmly in her left hand, encircling his penis and scrotum at
their root. The Velcro strap was then wrapped round close and
tightly to his body, trapping several pubic hairs painfully, and
pulled tight. This had the effect of making his rapidly
engorging penis and testes protrude indecently forward in front
of his lower stomach and exposing him to some amusement by the
assembled ladies.

"This cane is usually laid on with the recipients thighs well
spread," explained Miss Ellis. "This naturally displays both the
male and female genitalia rather prominently and certainly
humiliatingly. Naturally with the males, it makes the dangling
testes rather vulnerable to being caught by one of the cane
tips. I'm sure that none of us worries too much about causing
pain in that area but we certainly don't want to cause any
lasting damage so it is safer if they are strapped tightly out
of the way. Interestingly this male is undergoing a daily
scrotum slapping with a new testicle paddle that is under
development here in the factory so we don't want to conflict
with that assessment."

James was beginning to doubt the "kind" nature of Miss Ellis as
she continued....

"If you have all finished examining the double cane, we will
have him mount the frame and we can then carry out the
punishment as required. There is just one more formality: As you
have been told in training, a wardress inflicting a severe
caning is encouraged to do so naked from the waist up so that
her bare breasts emphasise the femininity of the punishment. I
will therefore strip to comply with this rule. This will be done
in full view of the male and I doubt that it will reduce his
disgusting display of an erection in any way, but the cane will
soon address that little problem."

A titter of amusement went round the room. It was clear that the
idea of deliberately arousing and then thrashing an erect male
until he was flaccid was an idea that was generally amusing to
sadistic women.

'Miss Ellis too?' James wondered.

Miss Ellis stood directly in front of James and slowly removed
her blouse exposing a frilly and feminine white brassiere that
was clearly offering much needed support to two large breasts,
she then reached behind her, unclipped the rear strap and,
leaning forward let the bra slip from her chest. She then stood
proudly displaying her breasts to the room as the nipples
reacted to the cool air and protruded enticingly. Her
intoxicating scent reached his nostrils and added to the
emotional respect that he seemed to be feeling for her.

James could not believe that this was happening to him. This
most kind and feminine of ladies, stripped to the waist with a
pair of the most delightfully perky breasts was about to inflict
considerable pain on him for no known reason. But what choice
did he have? His wife, apparently watching this by live relay
held the promise of financial ruin and probably a prison
sentence over him. He would have to accept whatever this
establishment wanted to do to him.

Ignoring his lascivious stare Miss Ellis asked him one last

"Hough, do you elect to receive ten strokes unrestrained with
the option of four more strokes for undue movement or do you
elect to take twelve strokes fully secured to the frame?"

He elected to be restrained, now thankful of Miss Ellis' earlier
advice on the subject as he could now appreciate the advice she
gave him that he would be unable to take the beating without
being strapped down.

He nervously mounted the frame by first kneeling on the wide
knee pads that forced his thighs apart then leaning forward to
place his lower arms in their places in line with the knees and
much lower. He was more than aware how this left his buttocks
high, tight and spread so that any female on the frame would
feel totally exposed and vulnerable. His constricted scrotum and
penis felt as if they were also vulnerable and he could but hope
that the strap was holding them well clear of the tips of the
canes arcs.

It was the nurse who secured the restraining straps around
wrists, elbows knees and ankles. Finally a broad leather strap
was pulled across his waist and as the nurse pulled it tight,
his stomach was held down on a raised support thrusting his
buttocks even more into prominence.

Miss Ellis spoke:

"Well ladies, as you can see the position is one of humiliation
as his genitalia and anus are fully exposed. I need hardly add
that in the case of a female under the cane, her breasts would
hang free and unsupported so that she kept nothing secret from
us. In the interests of the subject here and to prevent any
vocal outburst that would attract further punishment the Nurse
will now apply a mouth gag."

This she did. A soggy pad of some material that had been used on
countless females under punishment and kept soaked in a foul
antiseptic solution was pushed into his mouth and a retaining
strap secured behind his head. It was possible to breathe around
the gag but this only added to the terrible taste. It would
certainly muffle any sounds of protest that Miss Ellis was
clearly expecting.

Next the nurse picked up a small container from the floor in
front of him and, retrieved a dripping towel from it, walked to
his rear and wiped the running cloth soaked in cold disinfectant
liberally over his buttocks and thighs so that some fluid ran
down his anal cleft.

Miss Ellis then squatted down so that her naked and upturned
breasts were at his eye level.

"I will lay on these 12 strokes in batches, starting with two
batches of three with a minute or two between each batch to let
you feel the full level of the inevitable pain. During this time
I will position myself here in front of you so that you can
fully appreciate that it is a female who is inflicting the pain.
You will of course have no opportunity to avoid the strokes or
to give us ladies the benefit of your views. You are here to
suffer... and suffer Hough... you most certainly will. The Nurse
here will count the strokes and at the completion will let me
know if any of them failed, in her opinion, to be correctly
delivered. If this is the case, I will then repeat that... or
those... strokes."

She stood and picked up the cane that the nurse had just wiped
with the antiseptic. Standing to his left she lay the rods
across the centre of his already bruised and marked buttocks
noticing the twitch of anticipation they gave. She slowly raised
the rods to behind her right shoulder and then brought them
whirring down to slash into his waiting flesh. Without delay she
then brought it down two more times across the same area.

She then moved to his front and squatted down to watch his

The pain was far worse than any of the previous canings James
had undergone. His eyes were screwed shut as he was forced to
absorb it. As he opened them he could see the two breasts in
front of him and looking down between them he could see her
parted knees and beyond with a glimpse of her panties between
the stocking tops.

She was more than aware of where he was looking and seemed to be
tormenting him that such an attractive female had the authority
to inflict so much pain. She even smiled sympathetically at him
and held his chin for a brief fleeting moment before standing
once more.

Was her display a kindness or further cruelty? Either way it was
certainly deliberate.

It seemed much longer than the minute or two that she had
promised before the second batch were laid across his now
throbbing buttocks. Mercifully they fell clear of the first
three but as they struck his lower buttocks and the crease with
his thighs they were just as excruciatingly painful.

She again squatted in front of him and held his chin that was
dribbling the foul tasting antiseptic on to the floor. She must
know that his arousal had now gone, this male had been deflated
and defeated by her.

She stared into his eyes and whispered some words of

"Half way James, just two more sets to go... I know it hurts but
that's the way it has to be if you are to learn the lesson. I
will avoid the new wheals for the next three, but you will need
to be brave for the last ones as they will have to overlay the
wheals around the crease with your thighs. I'm afraid they will
hurt terribly as I won't take a break after three and I have no
choice other than to lay them on hard."

And she did... bringing all six strokes down with a full swing
of her arm.

James could not help himself from screaming into the gag as so
many females must have done during previous thrashings. Despite
the pain he could only think how fortunate it was that he had
elected to be secured as otherwise, he would be looking at even
more lashes with the double cane.

The cold antiseptic that the nurse generously applied to his
whealed and ridged buttocks came as a welcome relief until she
rubbed it into the abraded skin with some enthusiasm so that the
stinging added to the deep searing heat and throbbing. But at
least it was over, or at least, he thought it was.

It was the nurse who suggested that the ladies might like to
take a closer look at the effects of the punishment before their
victim was released from the frame. Several of them rubbed their
hands over the painful ridges and at least three used their
nails to scrape then pinch the wheals. Added to the scourging
effects of the liquid the nurse swabbed over the wheals it was
almost as if the cane was being laid on again. It was with some
relief that the nurse unfastened the restraining straps and
assisted James, unsteadily to his feet.

The assembled audience left chatting excitedly about the
efficacy of the double cane and James noticed Miss Ellis leading
a stunningly attractive and curvaceous girl prisoner by what
looked like a dog leash into an adjoining room.

As the door closed, he was left all alone to remove his genital
strap and dress in his flimsy kit. It seemed his ordeal was
over and he was not needed any longer.

He went to the door that he had seen Miss Ellis leave by and
listened there for a while. He could see nothing through the
keyhole but pressed his ear to it. He heard some rustling
noises. Perhaps clothing being removed? Eventually he heard what
sounded like Miss Ellis saying "kneel there, head between my
thighs and get to work, I'm going to enjoy this."

A glance at the clock reminded him that he was due to receive
the next trial scrotum slapping so he could loiter no longer. He
hurried back to the test centre now aware that there was much
more to Miss Ellis than he had realised.

The red haired woman handed him the padded swatter and a set of
instructions with a broad smile and told him that the inflicter
today would be Senior Officer Quinn and she would be waiting for
him in the accommodation block.

His heart sank at the mention of this lady's name. She was
Senior Officer Norton's partner and the one lady that he had
been warned about. He took some consolation that her powers of
punishment would be limited to the scrotum and steeled himself
to being as compliant as possible when he met her. With his
buttocks throbbing and stinging as they were he did not want to
receive even more pain on them this afternoon.

He entered the accommodation block and knocked on the wardress'
office door. A muffled female voice called out "Enter" and he
went in snapping to attention in front of the desk. Behind it
sat a plump short lady in her late twenties with fair hair in a
tight bun behind her unsmiling and plump face.

James reported:

"Hough Ma'am... reporting for Trial number 46."

"And what does that entail Hough?" she replied. Which left him
even more apprehensive.

"It requires applying a slapper to a male's scrotum Ma'am. I
have the trial details for your information." He handed her the
paperwork ... and the slapper which she examined carefully.

"I hear that you have just been given a 'disciplinary' Hough."
She casually remarked. "They laid it on properly I trust?"

James assured her that they had and when questioned further
admitted that it was still hurting. In an almost conciliatory
manner she then said that she had better check and bade him to
strip for inspection. Once again he found himself obliged to
remove all his clothes in front of a female that he didn't know,
but obediently did as she had told him.

Pushing her chair back from her side of the desk she instructed
him, now naked, to come round her side and stand facing the desk
in front of her. He was then told to spread his legs and lean
forward over the desk. She then pulled her chair forward which
placed her knees between his thighs so that her body was close
to his.

She placed both of her cold clammy hands on his rear, one on
each cheek. At first the cold flesh on flesh was welcome but she
soon started to examined the ridges and wheals with her nails
casing an unwanted resurgence of pain that made him twitch and
instinctively try to close his legs.

A few fierce slaps with her palms encouraged him to remain still
and accept her examination.

"What was the reason for this beating Hough?" she enquired.

"I don't know Ma'am he replied. I was told that I had no right
to know who had complained and that I would just have to accept

"Absolutely, she murmured, and I take it you would do anything
to avoid having another session tomorrow? Having the cane laid
over these wheals" and she emphasised each word with a vicious
pinch with her finger tips to an overlaid double wheal that
swelled prominently on both cheeks "would be really unpleasant
wouldn't it?"

Gasping with the pain James readily agreed. A cold hand reached
between his thighs and menacingly juggled his scrotum.

"I trust that the cane didn't strike these during the thrashing
Hough? I think they will be suffering enough with the trial
punishment they are about to receive from me."

He was then told to stand on the other side of the desk facing

"Well, Hough, I will let you into a little secret. I filed the
complaint about you so it was thanks to me that you have just
been thrashed. Please don't rack your brains as to why I should
do this. We both know that we have never met before this moment.
It was simply that I had my eye on you and thought our
relationship would get off to a better start if you felt my
authority first. Whether I am dealing with a male or female
prisoner I always feel that a hefty dose of discipline will put
them in the right and subservient frame of mind and that they
will be that little more obedient to whatever I require of them.
In your case I have decided that I will amuse myself with you
later this evening so while you are watching the hours tick away
to that time, just bear in mind that however uncomfortable your
buttocks may feel, they will be a whole lot more uncomfortable
if I decide that you should get another dose tomorrow. Do I make
myself clear boy?"

James nodded and mumbled his agreement.

"Now to the matter in hand. I personally prefer to have males
genitally punished by one of the nurses rather than a cursory
slapping but if the trial calls for that, that is what you will
receive. I want you to mount this desk on your knees and facing
away from me."

She again slid her chair back to accommodate him.

Drawing the chair back to the desk she corrected his position so
that his knees were well apart on the hard leather surface, his
head well down and back arched. He could feel his testes hanging
below him in a totally unprotected position. He again felt her
hand reach under him and juggle the scrotum contents with
increasing roughness until he started to buck and move his
thighs from side to side in protest.

"This will be your final warning to remain still while I examine
you boy!" She snapped grasping his scrotum with much greater
firmness than he would have liked. "It is my job to inflict a
little pain in this area and you will accept that pain without
undue movement. Just remember that I can easily ask the nurse to
give you a really hard session of real genital discipline. None
of the girls in the squad seem to enjoy it when they have to
place themselves in the nurse's hands and I doubt that you with
your somewhat exposed sensitive bits, will find it any more

She reached for the swatter and rested it on the rear of his
scrotum. He felt it move away knowing that the strike was
imminent. It still took him by surprise as his scrotal contents
were hit and bounced forward. It was painful to the extent that
his whole body started to move to protect his testes and his
hand left the desk edge. Just in time he got himself under
control and back in position.

Revelling in the power she had over her victim Miss Quinn
reminded him that he had another stroke to come and that now he
had felt the first, he would have to kneel there appreciating
how much the second one would hurt, but not daring to resist its
infliction in any way.

...and it did hurt, but he managed to hold position.

She allowed him to stand next to her and didn't question the
protective way he cupped his aching bulbs as she completed the
paper work that the trial required.

When he was again dressed in his flimsy clothing she had him at
attention in front of her and, looking intently at him, spoke.

"At exactly 8 p.m. this evening you will report to me in my
rooms. I will be subjecting you to a period of obedience
training which will require your total and immediate obedience
to any order that I may care to give you. Some orders may be to
carry out a rather personal service for me and whether or not
you find that pleasant or very unpleasant, you will immediately
and thoroughly carry out that order. It goes without saying that
I will have the right to impose any physical punishment that I
see fit and that I shall exercise that right with both severity
and frequency. You should also remember that I may also decide
to have you given another 'disciplinary' the following day
should you fail to impress me in any way. I would advise you to
spend the interim hours getting yourself in the right submissive
frame of mind that will minimise the need for me to hurt you
during the session."


James reported back to the workshop and found himself engaged on
packing various orders for the internet mail order section of
the firm. His mind was mainly on what would happen to him that
evening while trying to avoid drawing attention to himself with
his need to fidget on his hard stool to relieve the pain from
his recent thrashing. As each order was placed in the box he did
allow himself to speculate on who would be suffering with the
varied canes, paddles and straps, not to mention the vicious
nipple clamps and other items that he could only guess the use

Not every owner could afford the extent of implements that his
wife had ordered and some concentrated on just one item such as
a heavy weight plastic rod that by sneaking a look at the order
form, he read was to be used on a recalcitrant wife who really
needed something effective to correct her insolence.

The time passed all too slowly and with his appetite markedly
reduced, he was only able to peck at his dinner. He slowly made
his way to the wardress accommodation and arrived at the door
five minutes early. He spent the time trying to accept in his
mind that whatever Miss Quinn wanted, he would have to supply it
no matter how unattractive and appealing he might find her.

A woman somewhat bulky and plain in appearance would hardly
become more attractive when her outer uniform was removed but he
would have no option but to perform as she required if his
already bruised and aching buttocks were to be spared more

He thought it was a shame that the very attractive Miss Ellis
apparently preferred girls for her pleasure, as he would much
rather be knocking on her door.

At precisely 8 p.m. he knocked gently on the door and after a
few seconds it was opened. She stood there, still in uniform but
with the jacket undone revealing her well filled white uniform
shirt bulging over her skirt waistband and a tie. Wordlessly she
flicked her head in the direction of the corridor behind her to
indicate that he was to enter. He entered what seemed to be a
sitting room. To his amazement there was a female prisoner, bent
double, facing away from the door and with her feet wide apart,
skirt raised over her waist and panties on display.

Her buttocks were red and bruised as were her upper thighs and
she was whimpering quietly.

"I'm afraid that this young lady was not as well trained as I
thought," commented Miss Quinn. "I have had her report here to
assist me in your training tonight but she has dared to express
the opinion that she does not feel able to carry out that duty.
I find this surprising as I have invested some time in training
her in complying with my requirements over the past few days as
her buttocks no doubt show. She foolishly refused to carry out
many of the more personal duties that I required and paid the
price for disobedience receiving two 'disciplinary' canings plus
a little correction or two from myself before obeying my orders.
I will therefore have to clear up this little misunderstanding
on her part before we can continue. I will now require that you
lay on six with my strap across her backside to clear her mind
of such objections. I will require each of the strokes to be
laid on hard or I will simply give you the same punishment."

She handed James her personal strap which she unhitched from her
waist. He was surprised how thick it was and how heavy it felt
even for a Senior Wardress's item. He realised that it would
hurt this poor girl like hell... but what choice did he have?

To be continued:

Members can read from chapter one at:-

February 15, 2021

The Prisoner - Chapter 93

From: Boz 4444
Date: Mon, 15 Feb 2021 15:05:31 +0000

The Prisoner - Chapter 93

The previous episode, Chapter 92, is at:-

Mrs Eland excused herself and Miss Ellis motioned James to take
a seat. "Feeling a little nervous James?" she enquired with an
even broader smile.

James stuttered his reply remembering to address her as Ma'am.

"I think I had better explain what my duties are with you James"
she offered. "I am somewhat different to the other ladies that
you will meet in this establishment who have basically chosen to
be here because they enjoy having power over male and female
servants or prisoners. To some of my colleagues it's an
especially enjoyable career."

"To me it's just a job, a well paid job but a job none the less.
You will find me a little less starchy than the others and I
will only punish you when told to do so. I won't enjoy it any
more than you will, believe me. Having said that, as my job
depends on maintaining a reputation for strictness, you won't
find that I lay on any love taps... but more of that later."

"Miss Finch has appointed me to be the person you report to and
who will have to discipline you if you step out of line... which
I sincerely hope you won't. This means that any of the ladies
here can give you an on the spot beating with the straps they
carry, but if they think a more serious punishment is needed
they will put you on report to Miss Finch via their computer
terminals... she will then decide and let me know. I also have
to punish the female prisoners so I get plenty of practice. One
word of warning, many of the staff are reasonably fair, but do
watch out for the two wardresses, particularly the short plump
one. She is a real stickler for discipline and if she picks on
you... well... just try to avoid her."

For the first time in weeks James felt that he had found, if not
a friend, then someone who would at least allow him some
self-respect. Her next remark came therefore as rather a shock.

"I'm afraid James that I have to inspect and report on your
general condition so if you wouldn't mind, you will have to
completely strip for me. Do try not to be embarrassed and I will
try not to hurt you if I can avoid it. This will make a pleasant
change from my normal job of sticking my fingers up the girl's
bottoms to check for anything illicit."

Somewhat taken aback James stood and removed his newly acquired
T-shirt, shorts and trainers. Miss Ellis's raised eyebrows then
convinced him to remove his athletic support and stand nervously
completely naked in front of her desk.

Smiling at his obvious embarrassment she stood, walked around
the desk and sat on the front of it gently pushing him back a
little to make room for her. James was intently aware of the
glimpse of stocking top and even beyond that her position
afforded him. Did she realise he could see up her skirt?

"Let's start with checking those areas that we most often use to
apply our implements," she said reaching up and turning him
around to face away from her. "I have read your report and see
that you have been beaten fairly recently so let's see how your
skin and muscles have recovered, now bend over and spread your
legs for me please."

Looking back between his legs behind him he could see her parted
calves as she leant forward and ran her hands gently over his
still bruised and tender buttocks lifting then pulling them
apart to check the anal cleft. He winced at the pressure and
heard her gently apologise.

Next she had him stand facing her.

"I read that your Housekeeper elected to punish you on your
inner thighs James so please put your right leg on the chair at
right angles to your left... don't be shy.... My word she
certainly bruised you, it must have hurt terribly when she did
it, especially if your thighs were still bruised from the
previous application. I suppose you earned it so I won't waste
too much time on sympathising. Are they as tender as they look?"
she asked briskly rubbing the soft bruised inner thigh with her

By now, despite his best efforts his penis had risen and fully
hardened but instead of being annoyed she smiled and remarked
that it would make her inspection that much easier.

With both of his feet on the ground but with his legs wide she
leant forward from her position sitting on the desk and gently
held his member. Her blouse sagged at the front giving him a
disconcerting glimpse of her large breasts encased in a simple
white brassiere.

"According to the report you were made to wear a constricting
device on your penis that would hurt if you erected." She looked
up into his eyes not at all fazed by his obvious interest in her

James wondered if she was enjoying his gaze and his arousal...
"Yes Ma'am, but it made my penis extremely sore when I had worn
it for a week or so and it still hurt even when I wasn't

"Well James. These things are not designed for comfort and as
having an erection is in the nature of a personal problem, you
shouldn't expect too much sympathy, but I will examine the area
and see how things are."

Holding the root of his erect penis with her left hand she
slowly and sensuously pushed his foreskin fully back with her
right. She then ran her finger-tip gently around the sore and
inflamed area behind his glans where the chastity device his
wife had insisted upon had done its job.

"You realise that one of the products we make here are a variety
of penis restrictors, some are of the type that fits comfortably
and simply prevents an erection by constriction, others do it by
constriction and making it rather painful. You seem to have been
fitted with the latter type and it certainly seems to have done
its job. However, as your wife has not stipulated that we fit
any such device we had better get this treated."

She released him and leant back reached for her 'phone and
called someone that James gathered was the factory nurse. It
didn't take long before they were joined by a very young,
eighteen years old or so, slim mousy looking girl in glasses
dressed in a nurses uniform and carrying a stainless steel dish
covered in a green cloth which she placed on the desk.

Miss Sophie grasped his penis again pushing the foreskin
uncomfortably to the rear and showed the nurse what she thought
the problem was.

The nurse then took over the examination by pulling on a pair of
black latex gloves before uncovering the dish and selecting a
pair of small steel tongs. Not wishing to handle a servant
personally, she gripped his penis firmly and somewhat
uncomfortably half way down the shaft over the area where the
foreskin was stretched. She twisted the member in all directions
as she looked all around the glans at the inflamed area... and
pronounced her diagnosis:

"This irritation problem is one entirely of his own making in
continually trying to get a stiffy when restricted. We should
really let nature take its course, but if you insist I will
treat the problem."

With that she picked up a tube that when opened and squeezed on
to her finger smelt of some form of strong antiseptic. This she
vigorously rubbed around his glans whilst holding the tongs to
prevent movement.

It stung like hell and his erection was rapidly deflating, so
James was tempted to grasp the penis to try to remove it. His
movement was curtailed by the nurse snapping at him to put hands
hand on his head and to keep still!

She then asked Miss Ellis if she had checked the testicles and
his rectum for illicit items. Hearing that she had yet to do
that, they agreed that she might as well finish the inspection
as she was there. This news did little to comfort James as he
realised her idea of being thorough was likely to be more
painful than Miss Ellis's.

It was!

Having discarded the tongs but keeping James standing feet wide
apart and hands on head the young nurse gripped his scrotal area
with her gloved hands.

Miss Sophie remarked that he had been given testicle punishment
by his previous owner's staff so they did need checking.

The nurse then held his left testicle firmly with the
finger-tips of both hands as she felt its entire area through
the wrinkled protective covering of the scrotum. She was
thorough and as the pressure of the enquiring finger tips was
applied and released James was in constant movement of his hips
as he tried to accept the discomfort without complaint. Despite
his efforts his movement was not appreciated by the nurse who
clearly had no concerns for his comfort, only that she examined
him as she thought necessary.

The fingers moved to his right testicle and the pain and
humiliation of having to accept this young girl's actions
without complaint recommenced. This time his feet moved inwards
in protection but her warning glance was enough to cause him to
resume his splayed position.

He was hardly recompensed by looking at her from close quarters.
Unlike Miss Ellis she was rather flat chested and dowdy. She was
not, in any way, an object of sexual desire. Rather she was yet
another female in his life that he would have to submit to in
the hope of reducing any pain or humiliation.

She eventually finished handling his testes with a comment to
Miss Ellis that they appeared normal.

She then ordered him to turn around and bend over the large desk
with legs wide apart. As she spoke she was applying cream from
another tube to the fingers of her right hand. He was then told
to reach behind him and pull his buttock cheeks wide apart for
her inspection which, embarrassingly, he did.

There was no gentle entry by her probing fingers, this was a
simple cavity search and she showed no interest in being
anything but thorough.

Discomfort amounting to pain and humiliation at being subjected
to such a process did not concern her as she forced first one,
then two, then three fingers deep into his rectum and twisted
them in all directions feeling for any item that might be
secreted. It was little consolation to James that many of the
females would have been subjected to the same cruel fingers in
the same vulnerable orifice. Would Miss Ellis have been more

To make his humiliation even worse, she finished by rubbing his
prostate firmly for some time then checking his penis again for
any signs of leakage.

She ordered him back to the legs apart hands on head position
and with a few pleasantries to Miss Ellis, departed.

Miss Ellis motioned him to sit down, but before he could, she
handed him some kleenex to keep the lubrication off the seat.

"Sorry about that James" she said with a comforting smile. "It
just proves my point about keeping on the right side of the
staff here; believe it or not she went easy on you. She usually
reduces the new girls to tears when they arrive for their
week... and one would think that they are all fairly hardened by
already being in the correctional system. It always surprises me
how much pain and humiliation one young nurse can inflict when
carrying out a routine medical examination. Has the antiseptic
stopped stinging yet?"

James indicated that it hadn't, in fact it had made his penis
unbelievably sore.

Miss Ellis looked concerned and took him into her adjoining
toilet. As he stood, still embarrassingly naked by the sink, she
gently soaped his organ in warm water to remove the medical
cream and once again his penis started to engorge.

Seemingly unconcerned by his obvious arousal she then suggested
that he urinate to wash out any cream that had been forced into
his urethra. He was a more than little disappointed that her
tender ministrations to his organ ceased, but relieved when she
left him in privacy to carry out that act which would now be
difficult with an erection coming on strong..

The urination helped his arousal subside and on his return she
handed him more tissue to complete the public wiping of his
bottom then told him to get dressed which he did with some

She then told him that his next appointment would be in the
'Test and Development' section where the newer products were
field tested. As the only male in the place at present he would
be required to act as a guinea pig for any specifically male
items that were being assessed. She then said goodbye with the
whispered warning to keep his head down and nose clean.

Not appreciating how difficult both of those tasks would be, he
soon found his way to the Department and knocking on the door,

Inside it was laid out much like a laboratory with benches;
various test equipment and many computer screens. He was
approached by a middle aged lady with short dark hair and
wearing a white lab coat on which was her name tag "Mrs

"At last!" she remarked sarcastically... "We have a male subject
for our tests. Has the function of this department been fully
explained to you Hough?"

He said that it had not.

"We are here to field test the prototype implements and clothing
before they go into production. To do that we need human
volunteers such as yourself. It may seem a little unfair that we
will subject you to a degree of pain and embarrassment without
you actually offending in any way, but that is the way things
are here. We do try to spread the impact around all the subjects
we are allocated but, as you may have noticed, we have a dozen
female subjects to use but only one male at present. That means
that you will have to accept any trials that come up for male
subjects... but at least, as most punishment implements are
uni-sex, that will let you off much of the cane and strap

As Mrs Troughton was briefing James one of the female prisoners
marched in and reported to a female researcher at one of the

"Well, Hough, here is a demonstration of what I was telling you,
this female is here for..." she checked her computer screen...
"A trial of one of the many breast punishment devices that we
are designing. It seems that there is a demand for something
that can be used on a girls breasts without causing any harm but
will be an adequate punishment for any breast related offence
such as wearing an incorrect brassiere or one that is less than
spotless. It shouldn't take long so you can watch and learn."

She walked over to the open area in front of the bench where a
video camera had been set up by another researcher. The
prisoner, a tall girl in her mid-thirties was told to stand on a
spot in front of the camera and strip to the waist. She looked
around, taking in the presence of Hough and Mrs Troughton and
was clearly frightened by the idea that her breasts were about
to be hurt. She knew better than to delay the event and stripped
off her shirt and plain tight bra placing them on the bench and
revealing the reasons for selecting her for this particular

She was told to stand, feet apart with her hands clenched behind
her head so that her large pointed breasts were thrust forward
and the natural sagging of each large mammary was minimised. The
researcher, a much younger plump female with crinkly red hair
pulled back into an informal bunch, then briefed her as to what
was to happen:

"I am about to inflict five slaps of a new breast slapper on
each of your breasts. You will remain rigidly in position and
will in no way try to avoid the slaps or to impede my delivery.
It is designed to hurt you and you will simply accept that pain
without comment. If you fail to assist in this trial in any way
you will be placed on report to be dealt with in a formal
punishment. Do you understand?"

The wretched girl was now starting to shake slightly but managed
a respectful "Yes Ma'am".

The researcher went over to her bench and produced what looked
at first glance to be a thicker version of a fly swat made out
of flexible and light plastic. It was attached to a short
springy wooden handle. She stood in front of the prisoner,
raised her hand and brought the implement down across the upper
surface of the left breast with an audible slap. The surface
compressed then bounced and rippled back into shape.

The girl moved slightly and screwed her face as the pain peaked.

Her nipple and areola were much larger than the average and gave
each breast an almost impudent upturned look. The researcher
gently stroked the left nipple with the slapper and after a few
seconds the nipple reacted to the gentle chaffing and swelled to
its full size protruding by three quarters of an inch. She then
brought the slapper up and then down to impact on the super
sensitive area in a downward motion that compressed the areola
as it dragged down across the breast.

The girl nearly broke position, but with her teeth bared and
eyes screwed tight she managed to hold it.

By now the imprint of the first slap was apparent with a red
square on the upper surface. The slapper was then brought up
under the breast to impact the underside. This lifted the breast
especially the now throbbing nipple area.

The final two slaps were to either side of the increasingly
reddened globe making the breast swing against the chest.

To her credit, or perhaps to the credit of the level of fear
that she felt about further punishment, the girl remained in the
strained position. However her upper body was now visibly damp
and the faint scent of perspiration became noticeable to the
spectators. Her eyes were unnaturally wide as she scanned the
room in the vain hope that only one breast would need to be
experimented upon and that someone might intervene, but then
realised that the researcher was already positioning herself to
deal with the other one.

And she did, following the same sequence on what was a slightly
larger target with the girl clearly being right handed.

It was far from over. The breasts were videotaped in close up
with the researcher casually lifting and displaying them by
holding each nipple firmly in turn causing the subject pain that
had no purpose in the trial, but obviously gave her assailant
the pleasure of maintaining control of a prisoner just for the
sake of it.

Finally she was told to get dressed and when she nervously asked
if she could leave her now much too tight bra off, was told
curtly that she could not. She was then watched as she visibly
shook as she forced her reddened and sore breasts into their

Mrs Troughton then grasped James by the ear and cruelly pulled
him round the laboratory, head down, until they reached another
section. This was manned by a fair haired slim female in her
ubiquitous white coat but holding something that looked similar
to the breast slapper. This, however, was padded in what looked
like soft cotton material.

Looking up at James she smiled with pleasure. "At last" she
said, "A male for the Extended Testicle Slapping trials."

James heart fell through his stomach. Surely his most sensitive
area was not to be treated as the girl's breasts were? He could
well remember being hit there with the wet panties by Mrs Brady
and not only how much it had hurt but how humiliating it was and
how totally vulnerable it had made him feel.

His hopes of escape were dashed when Mrs Troughton said that she
had to be in a meeting and would leave the male with her for the
briefing and initial exposure. Still smiling the researcher said
that this trial had been long overdue as customer demand had
recently increased when it was known that the Correctional
Centres had officially approved of scrotal punishments under
certain circumstances. The testes were, after all the most
sensitive part of the male and to ignore them when it came to
inflicting effective punishment was ridiculous.

"I understand that you are available to me for some time so this
trial protocol is for one week but with a different lady
administering the treatment once every day to get a balanced
view of the effectiveness. It may be administered anywhere in
the centre, but always in the same format. I will lay on the
first dose now so remove your shorts and support please."

The word "please" came almost as a bigger surprise than the
order to undress, but James didn't hesitate. Having removed his
shorts he slipped down the support, glad at least to remove the
prickly inside from close contact with his genitalia. The
researcher told him to spread his legs for inspection... which
he did. Slipping on a blue latex glove she then reached forward
under his enlarging penis and gently cupped the scrotum and
spreading his testicles apart with her fingers. She then juggled
them up and down to assess their freedom of movement.

"The protocol requires the testicles to be hanging free, which
they certainly are. If you have any treatment on a cold day, or
perhaps where you are unduly frightened and the scrotum
contracts, you will have to ask the lady who deals with you to
apply a hot towel or similar to relax the muscle. It will be in
your own interests, as being hit on the testes when they are
constricted will be excessively painful."

Rather than reassure him as to the kindness and consideration he
was about to receive, the briefing convinced him that he would
be handled like the proverbial laboratory rat to comply with the
so called protocol.

The true feelings of his wife, towards him were becoming more
apparent every second that passed. She had forced him to be here
and he would have no option, as she well knew, other than to
accept this form of servitude or face the threatened criminal
proceedings that would ruin him.

He was snapped back to reality by the woman in charge ordering
him to stand in front of a chair that she had moved to... but
with his back to her. He was then told to bend over and support
himself with his hands on his knees. As if that wasn't
humiliating enough he then had to bend his knees outwards so
that he was, in effect, squatting. He could sense how his
scrotum was hanging well beneath his parted buttocks with the
testes swinging with every movement.

The red head then told him she would slap his testicles twice
with an interval of one minute between slaps. He was to remain
in position during the inflictions and until she told him to
stand. Any undue movement, and she would be the sole judge of
that, would result in an extra slap until he learned to obey.

She then added a remark, which seemed somewhat unnecessary to
James: "This will hurt!" before then adding "But no damage will
be caused!"

James realised that after being kept waiting in the position for
some minutes that she was deliberately adding to the punishment
by increasing his fear. A combination of the position and that
fear caused him to start trembling slightly. Suddenly the
implement touched his hanging bulbs, was removed then brought
back to make contact with a flicking motion that caused the
padded swat to hit both testes evenly and bounce them forward.

It was not a crippling pain but it hurt enough for him to really
dread the next slap and to have some difficulty in overcoming
his natural inclination to reach through his legs and hold his
lower scrotum protectively.

Somehow he managed to hold position and as the inevitable slap
struck home he resisted the temptation to rear up.

She kept him there for fully two minutes, then told him to
stand. She then told him about the rest of the trial: Every day
at around three pm in the afternoon he would hear his name
called over the PA system and then the name of the staff member
he had been allocated to. He was to collect the trials implement
from the laboratory along with the paperwork, take both to the
lady involved and hand them over so that she could carry out the
trial for that day. He would then be required to follow her
every instruction until she released him for other duties.

Unbelievably this meant that he would be getting his balls
painfully slapped every day for an indefinite period by a woman
he had only just met. He hoped, without too much confidence that
some would be easier on him than others, but from what he had
seen so far, knew that dream to be unlikely.

She told him that he should now report to the Wardresses who
were there to control the twelve female prisoners as they would
be in charge of him for the rest of the day.

To be continued:

Members can read from chapter one at:-

February 8, 2021

The Prisoner - Chapter 92

From: Boz 4444
Date: Sun, 7 Feb 2021 23:28:14 +0000

The Prisoner, by Will Cane - Chapter 92

The previous episode, Chapter 91, is at:-

Madame McKenzie's delivery of each savage stroke was accompanied
by an exhalation of her breath and a feminine grunt of effort as
he had only heard before in professional women's tennis.

After each group of four strokes she paused to get her breath
back then re-commenced. She had just completed her third set
when Miss Callum spoke from her position holding James Hough's

"Madam, despite your efforts I can detect a slight enlargement
of his penis. I thought that you would want to know."

The last thought on James Hough's mind had been the state of his
sore penis, he had been concentrating totally on absorbing the
pain from each stroke and trying desperately not to scream or
yell to vent his agony.

He had been dimly aware of Miss Callum's continual squeezing and
pulling down of his member but the all consuming pain from the
beating had removed any thoughts of deriving pleasure from the
action. But it would seem that his appendage had thought

As if inspecting a prize cow or bull, Madame rested her left
hand on his back and leant down and looked underneath him. He
was dimly aware of a scent of sweat from her shirt arm pit.

"Appalling and unbelievable as it may seem, but I think you may
be right."

She responded by calling to the recently punished and humiliated
Anna, "Girl... come here!"

With a sinking heart, Anna stood at attention in front of her.
She knew that she would be held responsible for any tumescence
on the male's part. She did not need to be told that she would
be in for a further thrashing for failing to milk him thoroughly
enough earlier... and she was.

First however Madam McKenzie retrieved her mobile 'phone and
called a number mentioning to the audience that the call was to
Anna's husband. A brief outline was given of the girl's offence
and that Madam thought eight strokes with a light cane to be a
suitable punishment.

The reply clearly differed with her assessment and having
acknowledged the reply with the words; "Of course. of course...
if you feel that would be too lenient I will naturally increase
the beating to 12 strokes and I will use the same cane that I
have been thrashing the male with."

There then followed a silence which seemed likely to be further
instructions to Madam.

What her husband had instructed was a mystery to the wretched
waiting girl. Madam readily agreed with his new instructions and
the 'phone call was terminated leaving Anna horrified at the
severity requested by her husband, but knowing that it would be
inflicted to the letter.

Madam turned to the now trembling girl:

"You were given ample time to fully drain this male but you seem
incapable of following orders. I warned you what would happen if
he erected and he has. You will therefore receive a further dose
of the cane. I don't intend to delay his further punishment any
more than I have to so climb up on his back and hold tight."

Blushing with embarrassment, but also shaking with fear she
stood on the whipping frame and mounted Hough as if she was
going riding. She then laid on his back with her breasts
pressing into his shoulders and gripped his upper arms tightly.

James felt her bristly pubic mound settle on the lower part of
his back then the cold, damp and shaking upper body and breasts
lay heavily on him. His head was just beneath hers and he could
feel her breath on the side of his face. His arms were held in a
fierce grip that was painful even before the pain had started
for her.

"I am fully aware that your buttocks are heavily bruised and
somewhat sensitive girl, but that is not my concern. You are in
this position because of your own laziness and stupidity. I
won't waste time swapping the cane for a lighter version such as
I used yesterday. You will take the same one that I used on the
male and will receive it just as harshly. You will take twelve
strokes and should you try to avoid them... I will add many

There was a pause, a flurry of movement and the first stroke was
laid on with the customary grunt of effort. The girl slid up his
back and then back again with a loud yelp into his right ear. To
the observers she was spread even more indecently than she had
been on the bare horse. Hough's wide back forced her thighs
apart exposing her entire hair covered cleft. At any other time
and without the strokes of the cane, the position might well
have been erotic for her as her parted vulva was forced up and
down the ridged backbone of the male.

It was a merciless thrashing. Six strokes were delivered at one
minute intervals and soon had the girl sobbing uncontrollably.
She perspired heavily from both fear and pain making her contact
with his back wet and slippery.

Madam had a further step to enforce in her punishment. After the
six strokes she was told to dismount from Hough, then stand
between his arms facing his head. This placed her crotch at a
level with his face and just inches from it. She was told to lay
down along his back with her face just above his anal cleft with
his whealed and bruised buttocks either side of her face.

Without warning Madam then pushed Anna's face down hard so that
her nose and mouth were forced into the sweaty divide.

"And keep it there girl... at least it will muffle your
incessant yelling!"

At each stroke the girl's pubic mound was forced into Hough's
neck and her nose and mouth slid deep into his cleft. He would
not have wished that the female suffer the same strokes as he
had, but could not find their result anything other than erotic
for himself.

By the time the final stroke fell across the girl's spread
buttocks, her tears and dribble were running freely down Hough's
cleft and she slid rather than climbed off his back.

Back to his own punishment 'twelve strokes down, how many to
go?' James wondered knowing that his wife had given her full
permission for him to be caned just as hard as Madam felt
necessary. He was grateful for the securing straps preventing
any lack of control and any attempt to avoid the pain that would
no doubt have resulted in even more punishment.

It turned out to be just another eight strokes in two groups of
four making twenty in all, but the way they were laid on with
the cane being raised way over her shoulder made each group of
four memorable to say the least. Several strokes were laid over
the earlier wheals and those that missed, easily found the
earlier bruising from his wife's strapping.

Both of the evening's victims then found themselves available
for the inspection of the witnesses. They were ordered to stand,
feet wide apart and grasp their ankles with Madam totally
disinterested in just how painful it was to stretch the whealed
skin on their buttocks to achieve that position.

Their buttocks and the tops of their thighs were unbelievably
sensitive to the touch and the merest brushing of the guests'
fingertips over their fresh ridges was enough to make them
flinch. Naturally, they didn't stop at such contact and with the
women using their sharp nails to scrape the ridges, they were
both in some pain... in addition to the burning and throbbing
from the beating itself.

They were still in some after-pain later when, fully dressed
with Anna back in the schoolgirl uniform, they were addressed by

"I have spoken to both of your partners earlier this evening and
made the following arrangements. You will both be taken back to
Mrs Hough's residence and will report to the housekeeper who has
been given certain instructions on how you are to be treated and
accommodated tonight. In the morning you will remain under the
authority of the Housekeeper until 10:00 a.m. when you will
report to Mrs Hough and await her pleasure. I hope not to have
to meet either of you again, but should you be sent back here
you will find the punishments you have received in the last
hours to be fairly mild compared with what you will receive on a
second visit."

The Company car duly arrived and James and the girl climbed into
the back relieved to find the soft leather seats. The journey
home was in silence with neither of them wishing to satisfy the
driver's curiosity as to why they were so subdued and why Anna
was dressed in the schoolgirl costume.

Following orders from Mrs Hough the driver dropped them at the
back door where a waiting Mrs Brady ordered them through to the
old kitchen that James knew only too well.

She soon had them standing at attention in front of her as she
sat in one of the hard wooden chairs.

"I understand that you have both been for a training session
that your respective partners arranged. You are both to report
to Mrs Hough at 10:00 a.m. tomorrow and in the meantime I have
been told to keep you both occupied as she is out on the town.
As Hough here may have told you, he has been working on cleaning
up this part of the house so that the local ladies fitness group
can use it when exercising in the grounds. It is also where he
carries out any domestic duties that his wife decrees. Tonight
there is a backlog of laundry that needs attention. You Hough,
will wash your wife's and my own intimate items and you girl
will hand wash Mrs Hough's gentleman friend's underwear. He has
kindly brought his weekly wash for your attention. I should
advise you girl that I have high standards and you should not
expect any leniency from me on account of any earlier
punishments you may have received."

The pair were therefore both surprised and relieved that Mrs
Daly found no fault with their efforts scrubbing the less than
pristine underwear they had been given. At around 10 p.m. she
said that she would get them bedded down for the night. James
was pleased that she made no mention of refastening his
restrainer, as his penis was still sore from the milkings that
he had been forced to undergo.

She led them through to a large windowless store room that
contained two single beds with blankets. She ordered them both
to strip and making no comments on the state of their bodies.
She then produced two dog collars to which were attached heavy
chains. These were soon fastened around their respective necks
with the end of the chain fixed to hooks in the wall next to the
beds. A Galvanised bucket stood under each bed for night time
use and it was obvious that the chains would enable them to use
the bucket but not make contact with each other for their mutual
comfort let alone sexual contact.

There was little conversation between them. Anna was still
fuming with indignation at the way she believed James had caused
her to have another beating. They both spent a restless night
with most positions proving to be uncomfortable with the coarse
blankets chafing their tenderised skins.

The cuckolded and humiliated James thought he heard a car at
some point. No doubt his wife Jayne was returning home from her
night out with her 'gentleman friend', presumably Harry.

Around eight in the morning Mrs Brady unchained them and allowed
them into the toilet and shower area. Both were still in pain
from their bruised and sore backsides but the shower and soap
helped, as did a light breakfast. They were however still
obliged to dress in the creased and dirty clothes that they had
worn for the visit to Madam McKenzie. It was mid-morning when
they were finally taken to the main lounge of the house and told
to wait outside the door.

They could hear voices but were unable to hear what was being
discussed. Eventually the door was opened by Harry, who told
them to stand in front of the large sofa as he took his seat
there with Jayne and Anna's husband.

The two victims stood at attention hoping against hope that they
would not be subjected to more pain or humiliation.

Jayne sniffed disapprovingly at their downcast and scruffy

"I can but hope that you, James, will now have a better attitude
following Madame McKenzies' efforts. I take it that she gave you
a really thorough beating?"

James mumbled his agreement.

Anna's husband then took up the questioning: "I have spoken to
Madam MacKenzie and she has told me about your lack of effort
and the need to beat you twice. Before I make any further
comment I will inspect your punishment area. Strip and present
it to me girl."

With an embarrassed look at the other three people present Anna
slowly removed her tie, shirt and skirt then exposed her breasts
before turning away and slipping off her panties. She then stood
with her back to them.

"I really don't believe this girl... you know perfectly well how
to present for a buttocks inspection... now do it this instant,"
he ordered.

Anna immediately stood with legs wide apart and bent over to
grip her lower legs which shamelessly displayed her whealed and
bruised buttocks and revealed her hairy anal area and pouting
parted vulva.

He seemed satisfied with her position but still irritated that
it had taken her so long to assume it.

He looked at Mrs Hough.

"I would normally punish her for such an error, but it seems
that I should leave her buttocks until they have recovered
before inflicting further punishment. Do you have any

Jayne looked at the girl, leant forward and ran her nails over
the whealed and bruised buttocks and thighs. "I see your point,
but I think that might be unduly lenient. It is entirely her own
fault if she is stupid enough to earn more punishment before the
marks of the earlier have faded. The sensitivity of the area
will certainly increase the pain that she feels but, that in
itself will be a valuable lesson for her to remember. On the
other hand there is nothing to prevent you ordering a punishment
to one of her many untouched areas such as her inner thighs. I
understand from my housekeeper that my husband really hates that
area being beaten and seems to find it rather uncomfortable, so
may I suggest that I send her to the kitchens for Mrs Brady to
lay on her wooden spoon to that area?"

With his agreement Mrs Hough pressed the servants' bell and Mrs
Brady soon appeared.

"I'm afraid we have some more unpleasant work for you said
Jayne. This gentleman requires that the girl here receive an
inner thigh beating with your spoon. Would you take her and
return her for inspection when you have done that please?"

"Certainly Madam" she replied and turning to the seated husband.
"Just how severely do you want the girl punished Sir?"

"Well Mrs Brady, this is very much a repeat offence that she has
been warned about on several previous occasions so I want her to
really feel it. I don't want her secured in any way but obliged
to remain in position and accept the pain as it is inflicted.
Don't worry about bruising her but lay on a properly severe
punishment... if you please." And turning to the now thoroughly
frightened Anna, "and I don't want to hear of any complaints
from this lady about you failing to obey her in any way
otherwise I will forget my kindness to your buttocks and lay
another thrashing in that area!"

Mrs Brady left with her charge having been told that they would,
after all, join her in a few minutes when she'd had time to
prepare the girl.

Several minutes later the three dominants stood, and ordering
James to accompany them, walked through the house to the
kitchens. James, having felt the spoon before had an idea on
what to expect but even he was surprised.

Anna had been told to lay on her back lengthwise along the large
sturdy table with her bottom on the edge her thighs clear of the
table and her lower legs and bare feet resting on two heavy
chairs which had been placed back to back but set well apart.

She had removed her skirt and her less than pristine panties
were displayed with the crotch stretched across her well parted
thighs. Tufts of pubic hair were visible either side as the
material failed to cover the entire spread crotch area. Despite
her earlier shower a scent of sweat hung over the room partly
from her soiled clothing and partly being generated from her
nervous anticipation.

Mrs Brady handed the worn stained and heavy kitchen spoon to
Anna's husband for his inspection. He slapped it a couple of
times against his palm and grunted that it seemed a little too
lenient for his taste and emphasised that this was not to be a
nominal infliction but one that would really hurt. He then leant
over her spread and exposed thighs to move the chairs even
further apart.

He then looked down at the now shaking girl and told her that
she would be expected to remain fully spread until she was told
she could move and that any undue movement would result in a
punishment by him. He then turned to Mrs Brady, gave her a brisk
nod and stood back to observe.

She moved into position on the outside of Anna's right thigh,
raised the spoon and brought the back of it slapping down just
above her knee with a loud splat on the soft defenceless flesh .
Anna was surprised just how much the stroke hurt, but managed to
control her reactions to a low grunt.

Systematically Mrs Brady worked her way up the soft white inner
thigh leaving ugly red blotches where the spoon had fallen. Each
overlapped the previous and the last, almost touching the panty
crotch, for a total of six.

She then walked around the two parted chairs and repeated the
strokes on the inner left thigh.

She looked expectantly at Anna's husband who then, without a
word indicated to his wife that she was to move herself further
up the table lifting her feet off the spread chairs. He then
positioned her feet so that they just touched but with her knees
well apart so that the legs were in a squatting position that
fully displayed the reddened inner thighs.

"If you please Mrs Brady, lay on three strokes with the front of
the spoon to each set of previous marks. You girl, will remain
in position... or else!"

James knew the different feel of the edges of the front of the
wretched spoon only too well. It concentrated the weight over a
narrower area and when laid on to the earlier bruises would be
hell to take.

It was.

Anna was soon in tears and as the second stroke hit she
instinctively closed her legs drawing them up to her chest.
There was total silence as she repositioned herself breaking the
silence with a sobbed "Sorry Sir!" to her husband.

The same happened with the other thigh and though the full
number had been laid on she remained spread knowing only too
well that she would now have to pay the price for her

"You have embarrassed me beyond belief girl. You can forget any
leniency that your previous beatings might have earned and you
can certainly expect a sound thrashing when we return home
tonight. In the meantime I will bring your shortcomings to your
immediate attention. Close your legs and bring them up to your
chest... now part the knees and keep them bent."

This position had the effect of displaying the pubic area as it
bulged under the panty crotch with its divide clearly visible.
He took the spoon from Mrs Brady.

"I will now lay six slaps across your genital area, three with
the back of this spoon and three with the front. It is obviously
going to hurt but you will keep your knees up and parted...
otherwise I will start again. Your pubic hair and panties will
offer you some protection but the way you normally gape in that
area... it won't be much."

As he positioned himself to the side of the table her legs
started to shake with fear and anticipation. She was not aware
of how Mrs Hough and her friend moved to the end of the table to
have the better view of the infliction as her eyes were tight

With each stroke her legs flexed and moved, but went back to the
spread position. Each was laid on hard and the final three
slapped into the swollen mound with even greater harshness. When
told she could dismount she stood trembling with her legs wide
apart to ease the throbbing from her outer and inner labia.

With a permissive nod from her husband Anna replaced her skirt
and then the party returned to the more comfortable area of the
house for coffee served by Mrs Brady. Naturally, this service
was not extended to the two errant spouses who were left
standing at attention in front of the dominants who were relaxed
in their comfortable arm chairs.

Mrs Hough announced that she was leaving for the USA in a few
days on an important business trip and that she would be taking
her new boy-friend... but James would have to be left behind.
She expressed her concern that whatever progress had been made
in his training would be lost. She was anxious that he not be
allowed to slip back in any way.

Anna's husband, seemingly oblivious to the girl's constant
fidgeting as she tried to remain at attention despite the
constant throbbing from her recent beating, remarked that he had
used the services of a lady down in the West Country who offered
a discrete service of that nature. She was fully conversant with
the needs and methods of control and took on both male and
females under discipline. Her fees were rather high but he had
seen several of her "guests" including his own wife and could
vouch for her dedication in maintaining the highest standards of

He went on to say that the good lady verged on the overly strict
approach but better that than allow any backsliding. He offered
to see if she could accept James and, taking his mobile 'phone
out, called her.

It seemed that she did indeed have a vacancy and so he passed
the mobile to Mrs Hough who provisionally booked him in for the
next day... so that he would have time to "settle in" and she
could advise on any problems with him before she left.

Having confirmed that the lady, Miss Finch, was aware that he
would require constant supervision and the strictest level of
control, Mrs Hough agreed to complete the lengthy form that
would shortly arrive in her email.

The form covered everything from his allowed clothing, training
weaknesses that needed extra attention, punishment and
discipline guidelines, maintenance beating routine and schedules
and all the other details that would be needed to ensure a
productive stay for the hapless cuckolded husband.

Having said their farewells to Anna and her dominant husband,
Mrs Hough and her boyfriend disappeared to her office to
complete the forms required by Miss Finch.

The first surprise was when Jayne read through Miss Finch's
extensive CV and found that following her initial employment as
a travelling sales representative in correctional goods, she had
formed her own company. She now specialised in the test and
development of a wide variety of items for the use of those in
employment in Correctional Centres as well as the many
housewives and husbands who had taken up the challenge of
disobedient spouses.

The form was had some questions in the multi-choice format where
Jayne simply had to tick the boxes that most reflected her
attitude and wishes such as...

Should the overall level of discipline be (a) Nominal (b) Firm
(c) Strict or (d) Harsh.

Was any part of the body excused from the application of the
appropriate pain? ... and if the answer was Yes, she was invited
to state what areas were not to be punished.

It would have taken some time to complete the form carefully in
the best interests of James, but that was hardly her concern.
She quickly ran her pen down the empty boxes so that a tick was
placed against the far right column which would permit every
facility offered by Miss Finch to be available to her and to the
degree she thought reasonable. This certainly included the
section on "Personal service duties and training".

The area on Maintenance beatings was however ticked in detail as
she wanted them to be just how she had already carried them out,
plus a few other ideas that would help to make Friday nights
memorable. In that way it would remind James that he was still
under the distant control of his wife as well as Miss Finch.

James was woken by his alarm clock at 5am. As he had been
instructed on the previous evening by his wife, he quickly
visited the toilet, shaved and showered and walked out of what
had recently been his own front door where one of the company
cars were waiting.

He had been told not to take any personal items let alone
luggage as his temporary owner would supply everything she
thought he needed. He noted that the driver had been told not to
enter into any conversation and soon hit the motorway system
heading south-west.

Despite the discomfort from his backside he did his best not to
change position too often and attract the driver's attention
during what turned out to be a long journey. There was one brief
stop at a Motorway Service Centre for the toilets and then
another long drive.

Eventually he was dropped outside an isolated and large old
house with numerous outbuildings in the grounds. He walked up to
the front door and pulled the knob set in the brickwork, hearing
a bell clang in the distance.

When nothing had happened he rang the bell again and after a
minute or so the heavy oak door was opened by a well-built lady
in her late forties with her greying hair swept back in a formal
bun and dressed in a business suit.

"James Hough reporting Ma'am," he said nervously.

The woman looked at him with total disdain and motioned him to

Once the door had closed she looked earnestly at him, smiled and
told him to close his eyes which he did. He didn't hear her
right palm as it was raised and brought swinging down to connect
with his right cheek with a level of force that nearly knocked
him over. Before he could react, her other hand had slapped into
his left cheek with equal force.

"You never again use the front door Hough unless you are
accompanying a lady of the house. I shall report you for this
error believe me. You are here as a servant and nothing else and
you had better remember that!"

Seething with anger she led him through to an office, told him
to wait outside and, having knocked, went in closing the door
behind her. It took a few minutes before the door opened and he
was ushered in to a large well lit room with a large impressive
desk. Behind it sat a thirties-something lady with long dark
hair in a smart business suit.

She looked him up and down with disdain.

"My name is Miss Finch. You will be in my care until your wife
sends for you again on her return from her business trip. I and
my staff have been given total authority over you and you can
expect to be disciplined as we consider necessary. All my staff
are to be addressed as either Ma'am or Miss as they direct and
will be totally respected and obeyed at all times."

"As well as my staff, and there are many ladies employed here,
we have a squad of female prisoners seconded from one of the
Correctional Centres that you may have heard about. You will see
their two escorting wardresses who will also have authority over
you and you should also realise that you are junior to and
subservient to even the 12 female prisoners whom you will also
address as Miss."

"I have read the reports from your Assessment and the other
ladies and like your wife, I am far from convinced that you will
learn the easy way so have instructed my staff to extend no
leniency and to discipline you for any mistake that you make.
You will have no right of appeal and should you try to question
any orders or punishments that my ladies decide you need... you
will deal directly with me."

"One further point: The business here is the design, testing and
production of items for the State Correctional Centres and
domestic use. This includes everything from prisoner uniforms,
disciplinary items such as items of wear that will cause
discomfort, humiliation and serve to establish the lowly status
of the male or female prisoner and of course, a wide range of
implements with which the policy of rigorous corporal punishment
is inflicted."

"The female prisoners are here for the express purpose of being
used for testing of all of our products and are therefore
subjected to frequent experiments by my staff. You and they may
consider the deliberate application of pain for such reasons to
be unfair and illegal, but we have Government approval and,
subject to the continuing approval of their visiting inspectors,
we will continue to test our products to the full."

"Your primary role here during the time your wife decides to
leave you in our care will be to act as a general servant to any
staff member, visiting wardress or even at times to any of the
female prisoners. You will also spend time in our retail shop
which caters for members of the public and supplements our
extensive web page offering items that we produce. You may be
required to help answer any queries that customers may have
regarding their possible purchases for use on their male
servants and finally, as we are a test and development site, you
will be required to carry out trials on any products that are
under test and are more suitable for the male application. In
brief Hough, you will be used for whatever jobs we may wish and
will be required to carry out all your tasks with the utmost
effort and without complaint."

"You should remember that you will be subjected to a strict
disciplinary code for the slightest breach of any offence that
one of my ladies might consider you have committed, so tread
very carefully. My PA Mrs Eland will now take you for a uniform
fitting and then find you your first task."


Shaken by all the implications of what might happen to him in
this new situation, James carried out a smart about turn and
marched off after Mrs Eland, who was already exiting the office.

He followed her down a series of corridors that held offices and
what seemed to be a production factory and eventually arrived in
a large retail shop.

What chilled him to the bone was the rack after rack displaying
the products that were for sale. One was devoted to bamboo canes
of every size and severity with others devoted to straps,
paddles and other instruments of punishment. Several mannequins
displayed what seemed to be uniform type clothing for both male
and females neither of which emphasised modesty in any form.
There was a large wooden counter behind which stood an
attractive lady in her late thirties with short fair hair and
wearing a blouse and skirt. She was attending to an older lady
wearing a tweed suit and sensible shoes who had laid a selection
of riding crops on the counter to examine.

Mrs Eland waited patiently taking care not to distract the
customer from her purchase. The lady spoke:

"I'm really spoilt for choice here. They are all slim and
flexible so I need to choose the one that will sting without
causing too much bruising."

Thoughtfully she gave two of them a practice swish. She
eventually reduced her choice down to two crops, one brown in
colour with a large tab at the tip and another black one
somewhat thinner with a tassel of knotted cord at the tip. Both
looked vicious items to James as he pondered their eventual
victim's reaction.

The lady assistant spoke:

"I think I can be of some help with your choice here Madam,
since you haven't brought your girl-servant with you why not try
them out on one of our junior assistants?"

She turned to direct her voice to the entrance to the rear of
the shop. "Girl, get out here!" she commanded.

A tall female in her early thirties appeared dressed in a shirt,
short skirt and stockings who was obviously the duty model for
the shop. She was tall and well-built with fair hair tied back
in a tight bun. She had a look on her face of both fear and
abject resignation.

"We have one of the Correctional Centre inmates on duty here in
the shop as a model for anything a customer might be interested
in buying. They have to work in shifts and this one came on duty
at 2 p.m. So far she has assisted three customers by taking
strokes from various implements that they wished to try.
Fortunately for her, two other customers brought their servants
with them and so those servants were used to try out the
implements. Do you punish your servant over clothes or on the
bare Madam and what normal position do you prefer?"

The girl was concerned to hear that the customer always punished
on the bare and preferred a position that would ensure a tight
rump. Even worse she commented that there was no need to worry
about her modesty.

"Well girl, as you have heard this lady wishes to try out a
couple of the riding switches so... skirt and panties off and
then I want you over this punishment horse."

The girl stripped as she had been instructed revealing that her
buttocks and upper thighs had indeed been used for earlier

She knew however that no form of protest or pleading would be
tolerated so meekly followed the two women to the far side of
the shop where various horses were on display. They were well
separated and all of a heavy leather padded construction with
various straps with which a victim could be secured. She was
told to mount a simple wide tube mounted on four legs so that in
laying down the length with her crotch astride the tube, her
ample buttocks were hanging over the end.

Because of the diameter of the tube her thighs were spread to
the maximum and her hairy anal cleft and vulva blatantly
displayed. This was made even more exposed when she lifted both
feet to place them on the foot rests that raised her knees to be
almost level with her hips so that she was in a supported
squatting position. There were hand grips at the end that she
quickly grasped knowing that she would need to hang on as hard
as she could once the pain started.

Behind her she could hear the woman constantly swapping the
crops from one hand to the other and practicing swishing them
through the air.

The lady assistant, a little disappointed that her sale would be
limited to just one crop decided to try to add to the deal:

"There are a couple of items that you might like to consider
Madam, as you mentioned light bruising we find that if the
servant is figged, you know having something like ginger placed
in their anal cavity, the buttocks are usually more relaxed and
the bruising reduced slightly. Preparing ginger to the right
shape is always a little time consuming so we have designed,
tested and produced plastic devices that serve the same purpose.
They are disposable, but of course with just one servant who can
clean them afterwards, they can be used several times.
Naturally, a hygienic applier is supplied as the anal area is
rarely clean when a flogging is about to be received."

She produced a white four inch long tube with a wide flange at
one end. There were concentric flexible discs every half an inch
on the tube and almost an inch in diameter.

"We are looking at different sizes as we appreciate that this
one size will be very tight on some servants and a little too
slack on others, but once inserted it will always discourage
clenching of the buttocks."

The tweed suited lady studied the item carefully and agreed to
being shown how it worked.

With a plastic tool that gripped the device at the flange, the
assistant introduced the pointed end to the girls puckered anus
and pressed it through the sphincter.

Ignoring the girls gasp of discomfort she described how the
flexible wide discs would flex to allow entry and how to ensure
tightness lubrication was not recommended, however when the area
around the anus was somewhat hairy as in this case, the hairs
would get pulled into the cavity which could prove painful in

She then slowly worked the device into the girl's anus until the
flange fitted snugly into the anal cleft, pushed hard then
relaxed allowing the discs to be pulled into the wide
uncomfortable position, unclipped the hygienic applicator and
stood back.

The girl's fidgeting soon convinced the lady that the item was
painful and humiliating and she would certainly be avoiding any
clenching manoeuvres when the crop was laid on.

Next the sales assistant walked back to the displays and
returned with a litre bottle clearly labelled "Wheal Enhancer".
She explained that it was always good practice to swab down any
really prominent wheals following a beating and the contents of
this bottle would certainly provide a disinfecting service but
would also really add to the tenderness of the skin. She
explained that it was recommended to be applied some minutes
after the last stroke had been laid on and it came with a stiff
toothbrush type applicator that would ensure it reached the
parts that were sensitive.

So saying, she unclipped the brush from the side of the bottle,
dipped it in for a few seconds and then, having selected an
existing weal that was prominent on the girl's spread buttocks,
dragged the dripping wet and stiff brush along its length.

The reaction was instantaneous.

The girl almost stood on the foot rests thrusting her hips up.
There was a second yelp as she forgot the anal probe and
clenched her buttocks. It took several seconds before she
regained the required position.

The lady smiled approvingly and asked the assistant to include
both items on her bill, then holding the first crop, she stood
to the girl's back and side and brought the first trial stroke
whistling down to impact with a loud "splat" in the centre of
the tight left buttock. Just seconds later the tab slapped into
the centre of the right buttock.

They both hurt.

Before the girl had time to collect her thoughts the lady had
changed to the long thin black crop and the first stroke had
been brought whistling down across the two tab marks. It was
followed three seconds later by the second which almost overlaid
the first.

The girl desperately bucked and lurched but each movement caused
more pain to the invaded soft delicate anus. It took several
seconds until her breathing returned to normal and she was told
to dismount.

The lady in tweeds showed her both crops and asked which one of
the two she would choose if she was due for more strokes.
Without hesitation she pointed to the brown tabbed one.

The lady simply turned to the assistant and told her to wrap up
the other crop and add it to the bill for both the anal figgers
and the antiseptic. With the business concluded and following
the usual pleasantries she departed.

The assistant casually had the girl bend over the counter whilst
she, without any thought to minimise the discomfort of the
retraction, pulled the anal device out with the applicator. She
then handed it to the girl with a sniff of distaste and told her
to clean it up as there was no point in throwing it away in case
another customer wished to try it on their servant later in the

Turning to James, and having ascertained that he was there for
uniform issue, she ordered him to strip completely.

Such an instruction from a mere shop assistant might normally
have been resisted, but having been conditioned by the girl's
obedience to the assistant's orders, he quickly removed his
clothes at the same time that the girl was replacing hers on the
other side of the room.

When he stood naked in front of her, the assistant produced a
tape measure and without any embarrassment ran it over him to
determine his sizes. She then circulated around various shelves
and cupboards locating the clothes he would be required to wear
whilst in Miss Finch's tender care.

First he was handed an abbreviated form of athletic support and
James immediately noted that the inside of the pouch was lined
with a Velcro like material. Once he had carefully donned that
tightly fitting garment he soon realised that the rough lining
was more than a little uncomfortable around his sore partially
erect penis and scrotum. He was also aware that it might
preserve his modesty a little but would do nothing to protect
his buttocks from any form of punishment implement.

Next came a pair of plain white trainers for his feet, a thin
white T-shirt and a pair of extremely thin almost translucent

She also issued him with the usual shaving kit, toothbrush and
toothpaste as well as a large bar of cheap soap and some towels.
What puzzled him was a short Velcro covered strap that was also
thrown into a small bag with the more mundane items.

Mrs Eland then resumed control of James and marched him back
through the factory section to the office block. She brought him
to a halt outside a door with the name "Miss Sophie Ellis"
embossed on a plate.

After a cursory knock a voice instructed them to "Come in
please" and James found himself at attention in front of a desk
behind which stood a very tall heavily built lady with fair hair
in a ponytail, noticeably large chubby breasts swelling under a
partially unbuttoned blouse, heavy hips and most surprisingly to
James, a warm and welcoming smile. In front of her was a large
file with his name prominent on the front.

To be continued:

Members can read from chapter one at:-

February 3, 2021

role play or topping from the bottom

From: lee nelson
Date: Wed, 3 Feb 2021 15:14:05 +0000

I asked my wife to act the dominant role, and when she was at a
loss as to what to do I suggested she pretend she's my boss at

Trouble is, I took it too seriously and phoned in sick.

Sorry for the joke. I found it amusing when I heard it and
thought it worth posting here as a way of asking my question as
this blog has been quiet of late.

Is asking my wife to role play, and then suggesting ways to do
it topping from the bottom? And if so, does that mean I'm
dominant and not submissive?

If not, then what is the best way to lead her to pleasing me
without being manipulative and demanding.

lee nelson

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