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The Prisoner

Chapter 34

Chapter 34

Stewart glanced apprehensively at the two new arrivals. The wardress was in her
early twenties with her short plump body amply filling her uniform. Her dark
hair was short in the extreme with the lower half almost shaved to the scalp.
The Nurse was another of the trainees with a well-scrubbed face and hair in a
bun behind her head. She could scarcely be twenty years of age but she had the
superior stance and expression of a much older woman. In her hand was a long
shiny chain connected to a thick leather collar that clinked every time her hand
moved. He looked behind the group for an accompanying dog but saw nothing. The
wardress gave an icy smile of welcome to Miss Waterson.

" I do hope that you have finished with this male for the time being. Nurse
Penrite and I have been told to carry out a surprise check of one of the
dormitories and we have an idea that he could be useful. You know how we usually
detect the ones that have been masturbating by their odour? Well, we thought
that we could train this male in the same way as they train sniffer dogs. That
way we don't have to do the revolting job ourselves and, as a bonus, the
prisoners will feel really mortified at being assessed by a male. I took the
precaution of borrowing this alsatian's dog lead so that we can keep Stewart
under control. Looking at his erection, the sooner we have him collared the
better!"

Miss Waterson joined in the girlish giggles as the nurse carefully fastened the
thick leather collar around Stewart's neck, giving it a sharp tug that pulled
him sideways. She mentioned that she was free for the rest of the night so was
invited to join the inspection team. Between them they decided that Stewart
should remain naked and collect his clothes later. Donning their heavy uniform
topcoats, hats and gloves they left the guardroom and marched briskly along the
pathways towards the accommodation blocks.

None of them gave a thought for Stewart. It was a bitterly cold night with a
steady drizzle and a chilling wind. The dog lead ensured that he kept position
on Miss Waterson who gave frequent tugs so that he followed closely. The smooth
pathway was soon replaced by a gravel track with the a noisy crunch from the
uniformed boots of the staff . Any of Stewart's attempts to slow down to ease
the pain of the sharp gravel on his naked feet was rewarded with more impatient
tugs to his neck collar.

The brisk pace continued with the staff chatting idly amongst themselves as they
marched across a large grass area. Miss Waterson commented that she felt it was
almost unfair to punish females for doing what came naturally. She volunteered
the fact that she couldn't manage without some sexual relief and she was only
too pleased that the rule about self-abuse didn't include the staff. The
wardress replied that she felt the same way but, as far as the prisoners were
concerned, they were there to learn obedience and the more difficult it was to
follow orders, the better it was for their training. She went on to confide that
the reason she had selected this particular dormitory was to "sort out" one of
the females. It seemed that she had given the wardress a look of contempt
earlier in the day when an order was given to another prisoner. Rather than
simply lay on three strokes of the strap she had decided to set up the "stuck up
bitch" so that she could really punish her.

 The Nurse joked that with Stewart on the lead and not a real dog, at least they
didn't have to stop at every tree. Miss Waterson said that she would see about
that and led him over to an isolated lamp post, ordering him to get down on all
fours.

" This could be your last opportunity to relieve yourself for a while boy so
lets see you cock your leg and do the business." She ordered.

Stewart slowly and obediently raised his right knee until it nearly touched the
post. He wanted to get inside as soon as possible so concentrated hard on
overcoming his embarrassment and starting the flow. Fortunately his bladder was
reasonably full and within seconds a trickle became a steady stream which,
because of his partially deflated member, mainly ran down the inside of his left
thigh.

A sudden force seemed to grip the very end of his penis and throw his body to
the wet grass. He was aware of the loud female laughter and realised that while
he was concentrating, the wardress had quietly unclipped her electric prodder
and placed the tip in his stream of urine where it contacted his thigh. She had
then pressed the discharge button.

"There you are Stewart," Miss Waterson said between outbreaks of uncontrolled
laughter, "Now you know how dogs feel when they pee against lamposts!"

The staff waited whilst Stewart resumed his flow and until he had finished,
leaving a steaming puddle on the grass. He was ordered shivering to his feet and
the march continued. They soon reached one of the long accommodation blocks and,
urging each other to silence, went inside. They tip-toed along the almost
blackened corridors and found themselves outside the dormitory. Softly and
quietly they moved inside with the Nurse finding the main light switch where she
stood awaiting her orders.

Simultaneously the bright overhead lights crashed on and the wardress's loud
voice shouted them all awake and at attention by the foot of their beds, six
either side of the room. Twelve confused and sleepy females sprang to their
positions and stood with tousled hair blinking in the light. They all wore the
regulation short thin smock with thin shoulder straps, the length scarcely
covering the regulation white panties. Other than that they were bare and the
lack of breast support was noticeable as the larger females jumped out of their
beds.  They stood rigidly at attention, heels together, toes apart, hands at
sides, shoulders well back and eyes straight ahead. A familiar scent of sleeping
femininity reached Stewart's nostrils as he waited behind the uniformed staff.
He noticed  Miss Waterson slipping out of the room and wondered what she was up
to.

The young plump wardess stood in front of them slipping off her coat:

"My name is Miss Seaton and tonight I am in your dormitory to carry out a
surprise inspection. I will be particularly concerned with ensuring that none of
you have offended against rule 59(a). Just to remind you, Nurse Penrite will now
read that out.

The young nurse stood in front of the females and opening the Correction Centre
Rules at the appropriate page, commenced to read in a girlish voice:

"Rule 59(a). It is expressly forbidden to carry out any form of sexual activity
without a direct order from a member of the staff. This includes the prisoner
touching or stimulating either herself or another prisoner in any way that could
be considered sexual in nature. Care must be taken when carrying out personal
hygiene tasks to ensure that no sexual or pleasurable element is present.

Should any member of staff consider that this rule has been infringed in the
slightest the offence is to be reported for the Squad Wardress to investigate
and punish. In the event the staff member is of the opinion that masturbation
has occurred or is about to occur a summary punishment of six to nine strokes of
the cane may be immediately awarded across the naked buttocks without any
reference to the normal judicial procedures. The normal punishment limitations
to junior ranks do not apply.

Prisoners are warned that on the spot inspections may be carried out at any time
to check for infractions and that there is no appeal against a guilty decision
or punishment."

"Any questions?" demanded Miss Seaton. "If you have been obeying the Centre
rules, you have nothing to fear, if on the other hand, you have been touching
yourselves you will be in for a very unpleasant experience."

At this point Miss Waterson returned having collected three of the canes from
the punishment room, she handed them to Miss Seaton who, walking slowly between
the two ranks, flexed each in turn and then carried out a few practice swishes
through the air. A visible shudder went through the frames of several of the
prisoners. She stopped in front of a tall well-built woman of about 35 years and
casually lifted her chin up with the tip of one of the canes.

"Well, well, little Miss Rogers, fancy meeting you here tonight," she said in a
soft sarcastic tone. "I do so hope that you have been a good girl, otherwise..."
and she smiled broadly at the now terrified woman. She then addressed the whole
group:

"In case you are wondering what this male prisoner is doing here take note of
his dog collar. We will be using Stewart to sniff out those who have been
exciting themselves and those who we think may have been exciting themselves.
You will be told to take up a position and our tame hound here will stick his
muzzle around your rears. But first he will check your fingers. You will stand
with your arms out front, parallel to the floor hands one foot apart and fingers
spread. MOVE!!!"

The by now wide-awake prisoners leapt to the position. The Nurse seized the dog
chain and pulled Stewart after her until he was standing in front of the first
female.

He avoided looking into her face, thankful that this was a group he had only
seen at a distance before. He carefully sniffed each of the extended fingers but
detected no scents. The same applied to the next girl but as he approached
Rogers Miss Seaton whispered in his ear.

"It's your decision Stewart, but unless you want this cane across your balls,
you will find this one guilty".

What choice did he have, he thought to himself. This one was in for a thrashing
whatever he thought and there would be no point in having his testicles hit
again that evening in a futile gesture of defiance. He looked at her face. She
was attractive and stared back hoping for mercy from him and yet with the look
of resignation that so many prisoners displayed when the inevitable could not be
avoided. He carefully smelt round her finger-tips, detected no scents at all but
turned to Miss Seaton and muttered that he thought this one might have been "at
it".

The woman was ordered to stand on the far side of the room and the inspection
continued. With the next girl there was no doubt. Stewart could smell the
tell-tail scents of aroused femininity when his nose was still inches from the
shaking fingers. This time he only had to glance at Miss Seaton for the girl to
be sent to the door area. Stewart, only too aware of the chain connecting him to
the nurse was determined to make this event a low risk occasion for himself and
was in no hurry to finish the job. No one gave an order to lower the hands after
each inspection and so when Stewart was ten minutes into the inspection, all the
female prisoners were suffering from arm cramps with their outstretched arms
trembling in protest.  The only ones who were not sent to join the offenders'
group were those who had no possible scent to their fingers. One had probably
only collected the slightest trace of urine during a toilet visit, another, had
possibly scratched an itch in some personal area. Both were sent to join the
group which, at the end of the search when the order to lower the arms had been
given, had grown to five in number.

Stewart was just congratulating himself on, if not a job well done, then at
least one that would not be causing himself any pain or embarrassment when Miss
Seaton made a further announcement:

"I now intend to use Stewart's powers of detection to the full to check on the
area most likely to reveal who the offenders are. You will now form two ranks in
front of the table, those who have not been accused on the left and those who
are under suspicion on the right. The left-hand line will be examined first".

The nurse led Stewart over to the table and called the first prisoner forward.
She was made to climb on top and take up a position with her hands grasping the
far edge, her forehead touching the surface, her knees and ankles well parted
and parallel to each other and her buttocks thrust up with the back hollowed.
This resulted in the skimpy nightdress sliding down the back uncovering the
breasts and the female's panty covered crotch being blatantly spread and
exposed. The girl had small buttocks and the panties were mainly bunched up in
the cleft. Stewart was aware that the young nurse had shortened his chain by
wrapping it round her hand then she grasped the collar itself.

"Get your snout in there Boy" she commanded and, as he leant his head towards
the pantied crotch, found himself being forced down until his nose buried itself
between the buttocks and into the rucked up material. It felt damp to the touch
and the smell of female sweat mixed with musty anal scents permeated the
underwear. Gingerly he moved his face downwards to where an abundance of light
pubic hair either side of the cloth indicated her most private area was. The
smell changed to the slightly acrid scent of stale, dried urine. Again the
insistent push on the collar caused his nose to be pushed into the cotton
forcing it into the vaginal cleft until his nose was gripped tightly, despite
the spread stance of the female. He moved his head back shaking it to indicate a
negative result.



The next prisoner on the table was extremely slim and boyish looking with a
figure to match. Her inelegant pose revealed an even slimmer pair of nates that
were well bruised from a previous discipline, probably the strap Stewart
conjectured. This time the girl seemed to have taken a greater interest in her
own hygiene and Stewart was soon able to dismiss her from suspicion with a shake
of his head.

A large, heavily built female of around 30 years was next ordered on to the
table. Her heavy thighs were well spread and her regulation white panties
stretched taught across the anal divide obliging Stewart to press the material
into the cleft with his nose so that he could get his nostrils close to the
woman's crotch. The familiar scent of musky arousal hit him instantly and only
increased as his nose moved down between the thighs to a point over her vulva.
He hurriedly removed himself and with a nod condemned her to the punishment
line.

Miss Seaton wandered over, patted him patronisingly on his heard with the words
"Good Boy!" Of the next four, two were clear of incriminating smells, one simply
reeked of self-stimulation and the last was included in the line of the guilty
simply because Stewart thought it appropriate to have her beaten as a lesson on
better personal cleanliness.

The check of the females who had already been found to have the wrong scent on
their fingers was rapid and the result never in doubt. With each splayed female,
Stewarts face was roughly pushed hard into her crotch by the nurse and before he
could express an opinion, the victim was ordered down and another candidate
ordered into her place.

Afterwards, he was made to stand in front of the squad, naked and with a truly
rigid erection whilst their fate was decided. He was only too grateful that the
group were not the ones he had to share a room with as he would probably have
condemned them all out of hand from the noises he heard every night in the
dormitory. He then had to concede to himself that being allowed to sniff around
certain of the prisoners might make up for any passing regret that he might feel
for them. From the downcast look on the prisoners' faces, the use of a male
prisoner had been effective so, with luck...

His silent contemplation was broken by the nurse, who ordered him to fetch the
metal bucket from the punishment room. When he returned with the object he found
all the "innocents" along the fare wall with all the "guilties" back in a line.
He was told to place the bucket on the table and lean on his elbows at the far
end holding it in place. His humiliating lead dangled down scraping the bucket
and table. Miss Seaton stepped forward, still flexing and swishing a cane
lovingly in front of her.

"So, it would seem that eight of you have seen fit to flagrantly break the rules
of the centre. I now intend that you will be severely punished for this
self-abuse. You will each receive the full nine strokes of the cane across your
buttocks which, I trust, will dissuade you from any further sexual stimulation
tonight. As there will be some 72 strokes to lay on we will be rotating the
caner to ensure that you all receive the fullest possible benefit. Before we
start to lay on the punishment, as we have no wish to embarrass any of you who
might have a rather full bladder, you will all climb on to the table and relieve
yourselves before punishment."

Yet again the Centre staff had shown how any punishment could be made a hundred
times worse with a little thought on their part. The first female in the queue
was Rogers, the target of Miss Seaton's malice. She climbed up on to the
opposite end of the table from the male prisoner, stood astride Stewart's arms
and with a pitiful glance down at Stewart, pushed her panties down to the knees
and squatted with her orifices over the metal pail. There was a brief pause and
then the humiliating rattle of urine hitting the bottom of the bucket. The
second the flow had stopped the order "Next!" came from the wardress and,
quickly pulling up her panties, Rogers climbed down shaking with humiliation.

Each of the females under sentence squatted over the bucket and each managed to
add to the frothy liquid sloshing around inside as they stared at Stewart. All
nine had to expose themselves and try to ignore the macabre fascination that
showed on his face as they spread their thighs and emptied their bladders with
their parted vulvas scarcely two feet from his face. Each was summarily ordered
to climb down almost before they had finished so that as they quickly pulled
their panties up the final drops were caught by the material in the crotch
leaving a rather obvious wet patch. By the time all nine had finished the pail
was close to overflowing and Stewart had to exercise great care to avoid
spilling any liquid as he placed the bucket against the wall.

Miss Seaton paraded herself in front of the intended victims and once again
flexed and swished the cane menacingly.

"This lot look as if they will be rather vocal when we lay the cane across their
backsides", she casually remarked to her colleagues," Do we have a gag of some
sort with us?"

The other staff shook their heads.

"Then we will have to improvise," she continued. "Rogers, take off your panties
and hand them to me."

Rogers stepped out of the underwear and handed it to the wardress who stared
aghast at the wet crotch.

"For heavens sake girl, you are about to be thrashed for sexual misbehaviour and
you have the temerity to soil your knickers!"

A quick check of the other females in the queue with their panties spread across
their opened legs revealed a similar state of affairs, as Miss Seaton knew that
it would. They were ordered to place them in a pile on the table. All three
staff pretended shock and amazement.

"No matter how fairly we try to deal with you sluts you continue to carry on in
your own disgusting way. Unfortunately Nurse does not have a crotch martinet
with her this evening so all nine of you can consider yourself on a report and
you will be dealt with tomorrow sometime. A gasp of horror went round the line
of females. Stewart had no idea what was meant by a "crotch martinet" but he
felt that he would find out soon enough.

Miss Seaton ordered that all the prisoners under punishment were to collect a
pair of the panties from the table, fold them into a wedge and place them fully
in their mouths. There was no chance to try to select their own pair and nearly
every female grimaced as they followed the order.

After a brief discussion, the staff decided that they would follow formal
procedures to ensure the essential femininity of the punishment. All three
removed their shirts then bras so that their breasts would be free when they
caned. Miss Seaton, though plump, had relatively small breasts that scarcely
protruded further than a roll of fat that hung over her tight waistband. The
nurse had the sort of breasts that Stewart had described as "fried eggs" during
his previous life. They were underdeveloped with large pink aerolea and
certainly needed no support. Miss Waterson however was much better endowed with
larger, if rather drooping breasts that swung gently with any movement by their
owner.

The hapless victims were lined up so that the back of one pressed against the
front of the next. Canes were given a final whistling flex by the staff and the
first female was ordered forward.

Rogers stepped smartly up to the table and removed her night smock revealing a
superb firm body with firm breasts. She was quickly ordered to lie along the
table so that Stewart could grasp the woman's outstretched wrists.

The three half-naked staff assembled at the business end of the prisoner with
Miss Seaton electing to go first. She raised her cane and, with the all too
familiar whistle, it lashed into Roger's naked nates three times in rapid
succession striking across the centre of the punishment area. Immediately Miss
Waterson stepped into position and with breasts bouncing, rapidly laid on three
strokes a fraction lower. The second she stood aside, the nurse brought her cane
zipping in, almost parallel to the floor for her rapid fire infliction to the
lower part of the buttocks.

It was over in a few brief seconds and it was only as the woman was ordered to
her feet that the pain started to really surge to a peak. Miss Seaton ordered
her to stand at the foot of her bed, facing the mattress and bend over grasping
the iron bed rail.

"Any prisoner who lets go of the bed will be punished and if any of you dare to
rub your backsides...the caning will be repeated, Next!" Miss Seaton snapped.

Immediately the next victim came forward, removed her shift and leant over the
table. The second he grasped the female's wrists, the rapid sequence commenced.
The younger female gasped through her gag as the three sets of strokes lashed
across her and her eyes went wide with the shock of the assault.

None of the prisoners had ever experienced such a rapid and brutal infliction of
punishment before. Each female was stripped, across the table, caned and back at
her bed in around twenty seconds. Stewart required little effort to hold them in
position and every one of them displayed the same shock on their face as the
strokes fell. Looking at the bent over forms clinging desperately to their bed
frame with their wealed buttocks high and tight, the real suffering lasted
somewhat longer as the pain soared, peaked and subsided to a throbbing agony.
The ones that had escaped punishment looked on almost as shocked as the victims.

As the staff collected their equipment and replaced their underwear, shirts and
top coats, Stewart was told to collect the scattered night dresses and place
them on the table.

Miss Seaton paced between the bent over prisoners.

"Your punishment for the offence of touching yourselves indecently is now over.
You will remain in your present positions gripping your bed frames for a further
twenty minutes on that wall clock so that you may fully absorb the full value of
all the effort that my colleagues and I have put into your beating. Should we
return and find that you have not followed this order to the second I will have
no hesitation in disciplining you again. I will leave the canes here on the desk
as a reminder. After that time you may remove your gags and take to your beds."

Stewart's lead was snatched up by Miss Waterson and he followed the other
wardress and nurse back to the guardroom. If anything the night was even colder
and wetter than before and he appreciated the brisk marching pace that was set.
Once at the guardroom he was allowed to dress and dismissed. He entered his own
dormitory as quietly as possible so that he didn't disturb the sleeping females
who were unaware of their narrow escape.

He fell asleep musing on the possible uses of a crotch martinet.

To be continued.



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