The Prisoner who needs to be corrected

CHAPTER 6

The escorting wardress left Stewart standing in front of a long counter in the uniform and equipment stores.

Behind the counter stood two of the female prisoners, a tall slim woman with dark hair in a ponytail aged around 35 and a younger girl around 20 years old with short fair hair. Both were dressed in the schoolgirl type uniform of tie, white long sleeved blouse and short blue plaited skirt.

Behind them on racks were stacked the regulation shoes, skirts, underwear and other items in sized piles. A musty smell of freshly laundered clothing hung in the air.

"Good Grief" exclaimed the older woman. "I've heard that we get the odd male prisoner here, but this is the first one that I have hato clothe ". The girl laughed in agreement as she tossed her long blonde hair and stared at Stewart.

"Come on lad, we haven't got all day" she continued impatiently. "Get that ridiculous gown off and stand over here." Stewart moved behind the counter and removing the paper gown, standing naked in front of them.

"Phew, you stink of disinfectant", said the younger girl as she approached him with a tape measure, "Let me guess, you have come straight from your initial medical examination by those bitches dressed as nurses. I suppose they gave you as hard a time as they give the females here?" Stewart nodded in agreement. " I was sore around my crotch for days afterwards" she went on " Mind you they were gentle as lambs compared with the Doctors inspection, I suppose you are still awaiting your final medical release by her?"

Stewart appeared baffled. And so, the two female prisoners, warming to him as they started to find the male uniform items, started to explain some of the do's and don'ts that would make life in the correctional center bearable.

They were both adamant that no matter how subservient and obedient a prisoner was, there would always be a high level of strappings and formal punishments inflicted on her. Almost without exception the wardresses, nurses and certainly

the center policewomen were of a sadistic nature and would find fault just for the satisfaction of inflicting pain under the guise of "body searches", "necessary discipline" or "correcting offences ".

They were all past masters at the art of humiliation. The easiest method was their power to order a female to strip or take up an embarrassing position in front of others, possibly male or female visitors. But this was only the tip of the iceberg. As the rules stated that there was no entitlement to privacy, the prisoners could be watched at even their most intimate times such as using the

toilet or washing. At any time, a pair of latex gloves could be donned by the most junior wardress and she could then "inspect" a whole group of female prisoners, many of whom were much older than her, on any pretext such as "spot personal hygiene checks", "body cavity checks for drugs " or such like. If this wasn't enough, the entire center was "bugged" with hidden high definition T.V. cameras and microphones.

They told Stewart of one particular exponent of this by the name of Miss Jennings, an nineteen year old assistant wardress. Her favourite idea of fun was to take a class of female prisoners for a hard physical training session. Then, in the changing room when they had stripped and were about to shower off the sweat, order them into a circle facing the back of the female in front for a

"body cavity search". They would then be told to stand with legs wide apart, bend their knees and then with their hands clasped behind their heads, bend over so that so that their faces almost touched the buttocks of the female in front.

She would then work around the group, firstly finger probing their anus's and secondly, with a change of gloves, roughly invading and "searching" their v****a's. The prisoners would first see the girl in front's search from only inches away and would then be subjected to the same treatment. The slightest reluctance to obey giving Miss Jennings the ideal opportunity to use her

personal strap or cattle prod on the offender, or even put the recalcitrant on "report".

Stewart was told that the punishments that cause the actual pain were, in theory, strictly regulated. However, even the most junior member of staff could, without further reference to her seniors, inflict what is called a "spot correction ".

These can range from slapping the offenders face, inflicting a hand slapping on the thighs or buttocks or giving three strokes of the strap that all staff carry on their uniform belts. The electric prods could be used at any time to "encourage" the prisoner. Naturally, the exact details of these "minor" punishments are vague. There is nothing to prevent the slapping of the thighs

from lasting agonizing minutes or the three strokes being repeated for another supposed offence only minutes later and to the exact same spot. The more senior the staff member the heavier grade will be the personal strap she uses. Additionally, her cattle prod will be set to a higher shock level.

Stewart mentioned that he had witnessed an "unofficial" strapping whilst in the Police Guardroom . Interestingly the females said that these were regarded as fair by the prisoners and were entirely voluntary. If the female committed an offence and accepted that a punishment was due, this would enable her to get off without anything being entered on her records. The member of staff had the final say but the offender could ask for an "unofficial". The girl would then be given a note which she had to take to the guardroom sergeant at the earliest opportunity. This would state the offence and recommend the strap, paddle or cane with the recommended number of strokes. The infliction was never less than severe but usually fare and reasonable.

"So the punishments are always given on the buttocks or thighs " said Stewart. The girls looked at each other, shaking their heads ruefully.

"If only that were true," said the elder one. She went on to explain that the rules permitted infliction on the hands, buttocks, legs, back and shoulders and for special offences, the breasts and crotch.

"Take the case of the legs" she went on. "This can mean that we get caned or strapped on the rear of the thighs, back of the calves, front of the thighs and worst of all on the soft tender skin on the inner thighs between the knees and the crotch ".

Stewart told them how he had been given a demonstration of a genital type punishment by the nurses who had finger flicked his testicles. The two females looked at them sympathetically and commented on the bruising that was already visible on his scrotum and p***s where the clamps had been used. They explained that the genital punishments were always inflicted by one of the nurses and that so far, they had both escaped.

"Surely," said Stewart, "There must be a limit to severity of a punishment, to the amount of strokes that can be awarded ". The younger girl explained that they only knew of the maximum that girls were receiving for the more serious offences. They seemed to be restricted to 24 strokes of the cane for example. There seemed to be no restriction on inflicting subsequent thrashings for a

further offence only hours or days later over the existing weals and bruises. The attitude seemed to be that the prisoner who attracted a second caning had only herself to blame if she needed a second dose of punishment before the other punishment marks had faded.

"Don't forget that we also have what the staff call "Dressage Disciplines " that are supposed to give us training in poise and deportment" said the younger girl. They explained that a girl could be made to wear "dressage underwear" for a period of a few hours as she went about her normal duties. The pony-tailed prisoner opened a drawer and produced what seemed to be a leather harness of some sort.

"They call this a correctional bra " she said with disgust. "Any female prisoner can be made to wear this in place of her normal regulation brassiere. The adjustable leather straps fit like an ordinary bra over the shoulders and around the back, but the cups consist of these nasty thin thongs that can be tightened until the poor boob is trussed up and forced to stick out with only the n****e free. It is only used on the bigger breasted females and if it's uncomfortable for a girl with say 36 B breasts, its even worse for the bigger ones which bulge out even more. If the girl remains more or less still, say in class, then it is not too bad, but if she has to exercise and the breasts move about they say it really hurts ".

"And how about this device ?", said the younger of the two prisoners, handing Stewart what seemed to be a leather belt with a long stained thong with knots tied in it hanging from the back. "They call it an under-strap. It fits round the waist and then the leather thong is fed between the buttocks and pulled up in the front until it's tight, then fastened to a short elastic tab which permits some stretching, but not much . They make sure that the knots are tied in the right places to cause maximum chafing and irritation. One on the anus and the others pulled up into the labial lips . Sometimes its fitted over the panties, especially when they know that you are likely to be getting a panty cleanliness check later, but more often its pulled up into the bare clefts ".

" I have avoided the bra as my breasts are small, but I had the under-strap fitted for two hours last week ". said the young girl. "The b***h of an assistant wardress fitted it as she said that I had been walking around rather than marching as we are supposed to. She ordered me to remove my panties, put the belt around my waist and then and squat on a table. She adjusted the position of the knots by trial and error then, with my knees wide apart she pulled up the strap between my buttocks and between my er..well.. s*x lips and

fastened it to the elastic tab at the front which kept it taught. She knew full well that I had a Physical Fitness session starting next and tipped off the instructress. It couldn't be seen under the panties and PT clothes but she knew it was there and gave as many exercises as possible that would give me problems.

Astride jumps were fine but the running on the spot where we have to bring up the knees and the bicycling when on our backs was hell. No matter how much it chafed and rubbed I just had to keep going, otherwise it would have been at least a "voluntary" with the strap for lack of effort . Sometimes the wardresses will fit the strap with just a knot over the girls...well...sensitive spot between her legs so that she gets all randy, but usually it's fitted to cause pain and discomfort ".

"And then of course there are the duties as "Personal Servant" as they call it," she continued. "Don't ask me how they justify it with the rules, but any staff member can select a prisoner for duties in their private accommodation. Once they have you in there they can do what the hell they like with you and there is virtually no way that you can object".

" If you are lucky " said the other girl, "you just get all the shitty jobs to do such as cleaning the bath and toilet or washing their underwear. But the lesbian or bi-ones order the prisoners to carry out more personal services. Any refusal is classed as disobedience and they can lay on the strap or that awful prod they have. Most girls submit fairly quickly and do as they have been told others, like Karen here resist. She was put on report for some trumped up charge of insolence and was thrashed. The next day she was selected as a servant by the same b***h and ... well...did as she was told."

Karen blushed as she nodded in agreement. " Take my advice, just do as you are told and hope for the best". She said with a shudder.

"Look, we would like to tell you more but we had better get you into uniform". Said the senior girl. In no time Stewart was issued 7 pairs of small jockey shorts and three denim shirts. He was fitted with a very small pair of denim shorts with the legs cut high and 7 pairs of white knee socks with one pair of black plain shoes.

It was only just in time. The door burst open and in came the wardress.

"Leave the rest of your kit there boy, the Doctor is ready to see you for you final check, so you can collect it later ".

With that Stewart was marched back to the medical center and to a door marked "Doctor Jayne Hargreaves ".