As usual, when we're lucky enough to get a young, attractive new prisoner, I arrange to enjoy her for myself before letting the special party guests - much less the staff - get at her. So I called to the head matron of section 3 to bring Kim to my office.

"OK, strip her," I commanded the matron and her assistant. I was immediately shocked and enraged. That lovely smooth, soft body had welts all over it. And her debut to my special party guests was scheduled for only a few days away.

"Are you responsible for this mess?" I screamed at the section matron. Now this is the toughest woman I've ever met and this was the first time in all the years I'd known her that I'd seen her cowed.

Looking down, she humbly muttered "Yes, sir." She new damn well she'd stepped well over the line.

"You failed to think this young beauty was to be the highlight of this week's party? She was to be in pure, pristine condition!" I roared, "You take her to isolation so the other bitches can't get their hands on her, and do whatever you have to do to have her in that condition in time for the party. If there are still marks on her so she can't be presented, then you, dumb bitch, will be the warm-up attraction by being hung up and whipped to within an inch of your life!" That was a hell of a threat for this woman; she's big and strong - she could be bloody all over from the whip, and not only survive, but may not even pass out.

They took Kim away leaving no doubt in my mind they'd do everything possible to have her ready. "Damn," I swore, pacing my office, really pissed. Word was around the circle that we had fresh, new meat for the next party, first time in a couple of months.

The smooth, tawny, soft flesh of her back and ass just begged for a whip to be sunk into it. Firm little tits, soft, rounded legs, feet and pussy all ripe for clamps, needles, canes and crops. To deny the partiers for another week because she wasn't ready would be embarassing.

We'd have to auction off the same half dozen as the last several weeks and they wouldn't draw much bidding as the partiers had become accustomed to them and they to the pain and humilation - the novelty had gone. If such a scene developed my only hope was that a severe whipping of the matron would inspire interest. And a severe whipping she'd get. I'd be sure of that.