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The Prisoner

Chapter 41

Chapter 41.

The two German females stood awaiting Stewart's order, their wide eyes staring
at the shiny bucket. He told them to climb up on one of the tables and then to
kneel facing away from him with their legs spread and head down.

The thick stitched crotch of the latex knickers with the two screw caps was now
fully exposed to him and Mrs Parsons. He was surprised, but made no comment when
she indicated that her was to delay things for a while as she rapidly climbed
the steps out of the basement.  He carefully reached between their spread thighs
and checked that each cap could be unscrewed and then tightened them again. The
prisoner's position could not help to ease any feeling of bladder fullness that
they might be experiencing and the tightness of the knicker straps around waist
and crotch must be restrictive in itself.

He stood at their heads and ordered them to kneel upright savouring the look of
fear and apprehension on both their faces.

"In a few moments I am going to allow you both to relieve yourselves. When I
give the order you will instantly obey without any delay for modesty or any
other emotion that you may feel. If I consider it necessary to handle or probe
you in any way, you will accept that as well. You have already incurred a severe
punishment tonight and if you take my advice, you won't do anything to increase
your problems."

He was idly handling Mueller's breasts when the door at the top of the steps
opened and Mrs Parsons returned carrying a small dish. On the dish was what
appeared to be two small pieces of some vegetable on lengths of string. With a
whispered order to Stewart, Mrs Parsons put them down on the table. Stewart
ordered them on to all fours with their heads well down and unscrewed, not the
larger caps, but the smaller ones. He slid his fore-finger into the plastic tube
that protruded into Mueller's anus and found that it was only about two inches
in depth, just enough to keep her sphincter dilated. His fingertip then
contacted the warm moist, and judging from the girl's involuntary lurch,
sensitive interior. When Stewart withdrew, Mrs Parsons advanced and now held a
pair of steel tweezers in her hand. She used them to pick up one of the items on
the dish and slowly inserted it into and beyond the tube. The process was
repeated with Shultz. Clearly the objects were of a size that needed no
retention so the caps were left off with the strings dangling..

Mrs Parsons addressed the confused prisoners:

"I apologise for my lack of equipment but I think you will soon agree that the
ginger-root suppository that I have just introduced into your rectums will prove
an adequate encouragement to you to perform as Mr Stewart requests. The longer
you take in obeying his orders, the longer the "encouragers" will be allowed to
do their work.

He ordered them back to the previous position and stood where he could see their
faces. The look of curiosity soon gave way to one of discomfort and then
distress. Both of their buttocks commenced a rhythmic motion as they tried to
dislodge the source of their anguish. Stewart had read how "gingering-up" had
been used by stable boys in times gone by to pep up the horses ridden by the
aristocratic ladies. He knew that it guaranteed a nervous and frisky mount and
certainly one that would keep his tail held high. He could only imagine the
sting generated by the pieces of raw ginger, especially in such a sensitive
area.


He moved to their rears and slid his hand between the older prisoner's legs
ensuring that he contacted the tops of her latex shrouded thighs and unscrewed
the forward cap. He then introduced his forefinger and found that instead of the
simple opening he expected, the cap gave access to a hollow plastic tube about
four inches deep and one inch in diameter. He was unable to penetrate to the tip
but could feel many smooth holes around the inside of the device that would
enable fluid to enter it. Clearly it protruded into the vagina and must add to
the general discomfort of the knickers.

He ordered the beetroot red woman to squat over the bucket and then told her to
release her bladder. Even Mrs Parsons accepted later that she had tried. Her
plump face was screwed up in concentration but she could not overcome the
psychological hurdle of urinating in front of a male.

Dispassionately, Stewart replaced the cap and turned to the housekeeper:

"Refusal to obey a direct order. Do you suggest that we deal with it now or
arrange a later punishment Mrs Parsons/"

The housekeeper sighed with feigned exasperation.

"She deserves a good thrashing immediately but even the cane would loose some
effect through those knickers. We will add the offence to the others she has
committed and deal with her later."

The statement was, of course, music to Stewart's ears, but he simply muttered a
few words of agreement and, having ordered the younger female into position over
the bucket, unscrewed the cap and commanded her to release. The comments about
the impending thrashing did their job and following a few seconds with the girl
squatting with a rapt expression of effort on her angular face, a gentle trickle
was soon followed by a downpour from the screw hole in the knickers. The noise
as the pale liquid hit the pail rang around the echoing cellar.

Stewart was just tightening the cap when the other prisoner suddenly became
agitated and asked for the bucket. Sensing triumph Stewart pretended not to
understand and forced the female to repeat herself. He then slowly put the
sloshing bucket in place. Too slowly it would seem from the distraught girl's
expression. Before he could even reach for the screw cap it was obvious that the
latex pants were being filled with a copious amount of hot urine.

A furious Mrs Parsons marched in front of Mueller and slapped both sides of her
face, hard.

"If this is your idea obedience, it certainly isn't mine. You clearly need to be
taught a lesson in English discipline. Mr Stewart, would you please take these
prisoners upstairs, remove their punishment knickers, have them shower and then
bring them back here for punishment.

Stewart told the two distraught prisoners to climb the stairs. He deliberately
ensured that the older female went last with him immediately behind her, so that
he had an opportunity to watch the fluid surge around both thigh tops and up
around her buttocks as she climbed the steps. He took them towards what was
normally the changing room and toilets for the ladies attending the riding
school but stopped just outside the barn ordering them to stand at the present
on the hard concrete surface.

Automatic security lights shone down on them removing the anonymity of the dark
that they had been hoping for. It was a crisp cold night and they were soon
shivering. He decided that Shultz would be the first to be totally stripped and
went behind her to unstrap first the waistband, which uncovered the buckle on
the crotch strap. Even when he had tugged that free the panties remained in
place with the stitched strapping digging in to the soft flesh. The grips around
the thighs were certainly watertight, seemed to be elasticised and would
probably need to be pulled down. He gave her a brief command:

"Get those knickers off...NOW!"

The female struggled to free the waist band from where it had dug into the flesh
around her waist then gritted her teeth as she alternated between pulling the
thigh grips down her legs and then easing the tightness of the crotch strap. As
the thigh cinches moved down her legs the sweat trapped in the latex pants
dribbled free to add to her embarrassment. Eventually the girl stood with the
shining-wet knickers at her feet and stepped clear leaving both her latex pants
and lower body steaming in the cold night air.

Mueller was then unstrapped from her knickers and ordered to remove them. Almost
immediately the warm urine was released and she was obliged to force the leg
grips down over her wet thighs until she too stood, dripping, steaming and naked
in the night air.


He then ordered them to stand with legs wide and bent over to grasp their
ankles. Removing the anal plugs had left the short lengths of string hanging
free from their small puckered anuses. Without sympathy he slowly pulled the
strings out along with the lump of ginger knowing that the effects of the roots
would far outlive their presence. Even under the bright lights he was unable to
see their intimate areas fully, but he resisted the temptation to make them
display themselves fully knowing that there would be more opportunities later
for that type of discipline. Perhaps the prisoners felt that the worst was over
when, with hardly a glance at their lower bodies, he ordered them into the
showers telling them they had five minutes to wash themselves down. As they
revelled in the hot cleansing water and washed themselves down with the scented
soaps left by the well-heeled lady riders. Stewart deliberately ignored them and
waited outside amusing himself by hosing down the knickers with a hosepipe.

He was thinking up a suitable excuse for a more detailed examination of his
charges when he was startled by the sudden arrival of Mrs Parsons from behind.
She told him that she would take over for a while as she wanted to get the
females dressed to give him an opportunity at "unwrapping the parcels" as she
put it with a smile. Stewart therefore, ambled down into the cellar to await
their arrival.

He carefully moved around the room examining the equipment that had been laid
out. He only wished that he could take the Germans to one of the punishment
rooms at the Centre where there was a fuller range of apparatus to have them
mount and a larger range of implements to inflict the pain.  He wondered how the
heavier, older female would cope with having her crotch supported by the horse
device or how she would feel naked and vulnerable in the breast punishment frame
awaiting the application of the thin breast cane to her substantial front. With
the absence of restraints he speculated that the two would have to demonstrate
unbelievable fortitude when they were at last thrashed, if they were to remain
in place and not earn further strokes or swats.

He spent almost a full hour thinking, planning and hoping before the door opened
and Miss Parsons led the prisoners down the steep steps. Stewart was amazed at
the transformation that had taken place with the two scruffy, dishevelled and
smelly females that he had sent to the shower. They were now dressed in what
appeared to be their formally tailored parade uniform with scrubbed faces and
not a hair out of place. They were ordered to stand next to each other and in a
rigid attention position. Stewart ran his eyes over them and noted their
polished high-heeled shoes, dark  stockinged legs. Short and tight light blue
skirt with a matching jacket in the same lightweight material with four brass
buttons down the front. A white shirt and collar with a dark blue plain tie. On
their heads was a neat light blue pillbox style hat held in place with a thin
leather chinstrap. Stewart was surprised at how much slimmer the uniforms made
the females look, particularly around their middles. Their hips and rears
positively bulged out from the waist. The slim Schultz looked positively thin
and even the short and chubby Mueller seemed slimmer, at least around the waist.
Mrs Parsons addressed them in a in a quiet soft voice.

"You are now in your parade uniform and will now be inspected by Mr Stewart. You
will find that he expects an extremely high standard of dress and deportment. He
may also be interested in how your uniform differs from that worn by female
prisoners in British Correctional Centres. Following your previous behaviour and
conduct here he will most certainly wish to carry out a very thorough inspection
to ascertain that you have ensured a high standard of personal hygiene during
your shower and preparations. I believe in treating you prisoners with utmost
fairness and so I will give you both a brief demonstration of how any faults
will be dealt with. That way you will be well prepared and I hope, fully aware
of how seriously we will regard any infractions."

Mrs Parsons went to the table on which lay several canes. In full view of the
prisoners she carefully selected a thin springy rod, swished it in the air a few
times, assessed its flexibility by bending it almost double and then pointed
with it to Schultz.

"Bend over, legs together hands touching your toes." She ordered.

The young female exhaled as she bent over and clearly found the position
uncomfortable. The uniform hat, obviously designed to remain on under any
conditions, remained clamped to her head with the long fair plat hanging down. 
Her rear appeared to stretch and tighten the thin skirt material to the maximum
with the hem forced half way up her stockinged thighs giving the impression of
two slim firm buttocks tightly packed. There was no evidence of any panties that
might offer some protection. Stewart felt that any insulation afforded by the
lightweight skirt material would be more than offset by the tightness of the
buttocks that it provided.

Mrs Parsons moved into position, drew the cane over her shoulder and lashed down
with the first stroke. It impacted across the centre of the proffered area with
a loud "twhick" sound. The victim made neither a movement nor a sound.  Three
more times the cane was raised and three more times it was brought swishing down
to the blue clad target. Mrs Parsons did nothing to spread the strokes using a
slight wrinkle in the material from the first stroke as an aiming point. The
only reaction from the girl was a slight shuffle of her high-heeled feet as she
felt the pain from the last stroke.

When she was ordered to stand her face was flushed but Stewart determined that
this was more from her position than reaction to the cane. The older woman was
soon in position awaiting her "demonstration". She seemed to find the position
even more difficult to hold and her buttocks seemed even more tightly packed
with the skirt riding a little higher. They certainly looked at least twice the
size of the other prisoner and with a wink at Stewart, Mrs Parsons laid down the
cane and selected a similar but longer one to allow for the increased area.

There was no increase in the number of strokes nor was there any more effort put
into the application. Each hissed down across the same line but this time
Stewart could see that it sank a little deeper into the firmly encased buttocks.
It will be interesting to compare the results later he mused to himself. This
time there was no more reaction from the doubled over prisoner than if Mrs
Parsons had lightly patted the seat with her hands. The training she had
received in Germany had obviously produced a very stoic female he thought. Mrs
Parsons replaced the cane and, with a flick of her head in the direction of the
two prisoners, indicated that it was now time for Stewart to put them through
their paces.

His plan was to steadily increase the level of humiliation that they were
subjected to until either they rebelled and had to be beaten back into line or
they submitted and allowed him any access or liberty without a murmur. Being
made to remove clothing in his very close presence was naturally to be a
favourite weapon in his armoury. He selected a very thin springy riding crop
from the table and tucked it under his left arm.

He started by standing in front of them, one at a time and carried out a
military type inspection. His eyes bored into the younger girl's, as she stared
straight-ahead not daring to even blink. He then carefully examined her from
head to toe. The skin on her face was beautifully clear and free of blemishes.
He pressed the tasselled tip of the crop under her nose to raise the angle of
her face slightly and kept it there with the tassel partially in her nostril
whilst he looked at her slim neck, white collar and tie. Moving down to the well
fitting jacket he gripped the top button below her tie and gave it a sharp tug
to see how tight the jacket was. It was tailored perfectly and even an increase
of a few pounds on the girl's frame would be noticed.

"Do they monitor your body weight it the Centre?" he asked.
Moving only her lips Schultz replied:

"Yes Sir. We are only allowed to increase our weight by half a kilo before we
are placed on a restrictive diet with an extra period of forced PT every day."

His eyes moved down taking in the gentle swell of her breasts and the slightly
protruding stomach that would have gone unnoticed were it not for the thin
material of her skirt. Finally, with a glance at her dark stockings and shiny
shoes he transferred his attention to her fellow prisoner.

Shorter and altogether heavier, Mueller's complexion was far coarser and would
have benefited more from an application of makeup. With the tight waist her
breasts were made to look even larger than when he saw her stripped. He held the
crop horizontally under the overhand and lifted them slightly.

"How is it that you have not slimmed down like your friend here?" he enquired.

"Sir, once we have been at the centre for a month we are required to maintain
the weight for which our uniforms were tailored. If I loose any weight I have to
eat a large bowl of scraps left over from the wardresses table after every meal
until the weight is regained."

Stewart pondered on how the wardresses could make their left-overs particularly
unpalatable for their charges and shuddered at the thought of having to eat
morsels that had been chewed then put back on the plate as too tough. Perhaps
they would stir in large dollops of hot mustard or sickly salad dressing.
Whatever. Then he released the pressure on the crop and continued his
inspection. Once again he found himself surprised at the narrowness of her waist
and noted the pronounced swelling of her skirted stomach under the lower part of
the jacket. The dark stockings did not obscure the fact that her legs were
thicker that Schultz's even though the shoes were more or less the same size. He
moved to their rear.

Time for some errors to be picked up thought Stewart to himself. With a flick of
his fingers he brushed an imaginary piece of fluff from Shultz's shoulder.

"Dirty uniform on parade if you please Mrs Parsons"

"Offence noted, Mr Stewart." Came the swift reply.

He transferred his attention to Mueller and pressed the tip of the crop against
the outside of her right leg then moved it upwards lifting the tight skirt half
way up her thigh. He repeated the action on her other leg and found what he had
been hoping for, a small blemish in the nylon material where it had been
snagged.

"Torn stockings on parade Mrs Parsons!" he snapped and another note was made.

Not a bad start Stewart thought to himself. Already they must be as nervous as
hell and they haven't had to remove anything yet. Slowly he moved back to their
fronts and gave the next order.

"Remove your jackets."

The two tailored tops were soon in the hands of Mrs Parsons and they were back
to the rigid attention position. Stewart decided to emphasise where his eyes
were looking by tracing their movements across the girl's bodies with the tip of
the crop. It was one thing to realise that you had to remain perfectly still
whilst a male looked at the swell of your breasts,  but quiet another thing to
have the tasselled tip of the crop traced the outline of both brassieres then
firmly irritate both nipples until they swelled and firmed. They had already
anticipated what Stewart's next order would be but when it came it still struck
to their very souls.

"I will now inspect your brassieres-remove your ties and shirts."

The moment had come when they would have to expose themselves to this male. They
both glanced quickly at Mrs Parsons hoping for some sisterly support but were
received with a stern stare of expectation. Almost in perfect co-ordination they
removed their ties, unbuttoned their shirts, pulled them free from the waistband
and put them in Stewart's outstretched hands. He placed the ties on a table then
proceeded to check all over the shirts for any marks. There were none but he
soon pointed out to Mrs Parsons how the underarm of both garments were wet with
sweat. He ordered them both to the present position and casually dragged his
fingertips, first around Shultz's armpits, then, having sniffed them loudly
around the more stubbled and wider armpits of the other prisoner. He questioned
Mueller:

"Good grief, don't you German prisoners put on any anti-perspirants?"

Her face flushed with embarrassment, Mueller stammered a reply:

"No Sir, they are not permitted for the prisoners, only for the guards. We are
expected to maintain our cleanliness without them which is why the wardress in
charge of our group makes us shave our bodies."

Stewart muttered his disbelief and questioned to himself what he would find
later in the inspection. This remark was not intended to go unnoticed and did
not go unnoticed from the sudden stiffening of both prisoners as they
contemplated just how far this Englishman would take such an inspection. Now the
fun bit starts he thought within his head.

The briefest glance at the Germans revealed the secret of their suddenly
narrower waists. They were both wearing a stiffly boned and very securely
tightened bustier type garment around their waists and extending up to
underneath their bras. It was in white to match their bra and was obviously
responsible for their narrow waists, bulging hips and stomachs not to mention
their discomfort when required to bend over. It was difficult to see any purpose
in it's wearing other than to cause the wearer discomfort and inconvenience but
it certainly made the uniforms look better tailored.
As to their bras, they were both of a flimsy construction three-quarter cup
style looking remarkably feminine for a prisoner's uniform. Tucking the crop
under his arm, Stewart started with Schultz and ran his fingers around the cups
and the swelling nipples, then over bare part of the breast where it bulged over
the top. The small breasts felt firm to the touch with the sizeable nipples out
of proportion to the size of the rest of the mammary. The thin shoulder straps
of the bra dug into the reddened and tender marks made by the latex bra, yet
more evidence of how uncomfortable the "exercise" underwear had been for them
both.

He then approached Mueller who stiffened and drew in her breath at the coming
assault remembering how painful Stewart had made it last time. At first he
resisted the temptation to make contact and simply looked her over. The swelling
breasts above the bra-line displayed thin blue lines of the earlier punishment
that had sensitised them to his grip. Instead of touching her in the slightest
he simply stood back and in almost a whisper gave her a simple order:

"Remove your brassiere".

This was not what Mueller had expected or prepared herself for and she hesitated
with what was becoming a routine glance at Mrs Parsons with her eyes pleading
for help. Mrs Parsons's response was chillingly unsupportive.

" You heard the order girl, I will give you five seconds to obey Mr Stewart. If
your breasts are not exposed for inspection at the end of that time, you will
have qualified yourself for another breast punishment."

Almost to Stewart's disappointment the breasts were bare just within the time
span and the bra was lying on the floor. Interestingly it was of the "front
loader" Continental style with the fastening between the cups. The bustier was
fastened at the front with criss-cross tapes and he could now see that it had a
support ledge running under the breasts that did support them slightly although
they were then left to hang down in Mueller's case. He grasped the nipples
between his thumb and finger-joint and lifted. By twisting and turning he could
examine the whole surface of both breasts. The German Wardress had certainly not
slacked when she laid on the thin breast cane. The four strokes across the top,
the four across the soft white undersides and the four across the aerolea were
all visible. Even though the nipple areas were not bruised the cane had
certainly left them supremely sensitive to the lightest touch, let alone the
savage gripping that Stewart employed. He turned to Schultz and ordered her to
strip off her bra.

There was not a second's hesitation. He had broken the sisterly bond where one
female would be reluctant to appear too co-operative in front of this man.
Schultz was obviously going to obey any order to protect her own
skin...literally. Within seconds she had unclipped the front of the garment and
it lay on the floor with her small pert breasts thrust forward in the present
position. The inspection was cursory, Stewart knew that the work would have to
be put in on the older girl to break her spirit rather that Schultz who gave
every sign of submission. He stood back where he could observe them both and
gave the next order:

"Remove skirts and hand them to Mrs Parsons."

Mueller's usual reluctance was overshadowed by the speed of her fellow prisoner
who had the skirt in the housekeeper's hands as rapidly as she could. Even so,
there was no real refusal from the female and she too soon stood in her bustier,
stockings, suspender belt, shoes and small thong panties. Stewart approached
Schultz, gently cupped her pudenda with his fingertips and questioned her.

"These little panties must be far more comfortable than the rubber ones you wore
earlier?"

"Yes, Sir, although we are required to wear these "tight" so they can be a
little uncomfortable where they fit into our...er... intimate parts...especially
when we have to exercise."

Stewart moved to their rear. Once again the sore areas created by the panty
straps were visible around both waists, from below the navel to the buttock
crease and around the tops of the thighs. Both buttocks were bare but on closer
examination of Mueller's ample backside a thin strip about a quarter of an inch
wide connected the front to the rear waistband, most of it lost in the anal
cleft. The marks of the earlier caning stood out as one uneven mark parallel
with the floor and there were many more fading marks from a previous discipline.
Stewart realised that it would take some effort on the part of Mrs Parsons and
himself to get through to this female. He gripped the slight weal on each side
between his fingers and thumb and squeezed firmly until the female winced with
the pain. He then released her and moved behind Schultz.

The recent mark looked more pronounced on the smaller, slimmer buttocks and
again there was the usual fading bruising from previous punishments. Once more
Stewart realised that it would be harder to impress discipline on this female
than many of the ones he had met in his own Correctional Centre.

"Time for us to get a little better acquainted" he remarked with a smile. "You
will now both remove your panties, hand them to me and then re-assume the
present position with your feet.... Naturally... wide apart."

Stewart had always considered that removing panties was a manoeuvre that was
almost impossible to execute with any degree of feminine grace. Add a pair of
large naked breasts, two witnesses and a requirement for speed to the equation
and this was bound to cause Mueller some problems. Sure enough it took several
seconds of bending with her breasts flopping about, a little stumbling as she
brought her feet together then wide apart and finally, a deep blush to her face
and shoulders before she stood with the garment held in front of her in her
right hand.

"Come along girl, I want to give these panties of yours a proper inspection,
stretch them between both hands so that they hang properly and I can see the
crotch."

Both prisoners stood as he had directed. First he held the flimsy material of
Mueller's panties in his fingertips looking at the inside. He hid his
disappointment at their pristine condition and moved on to Schultz. Again,
thanks to her recent shower, they were unsoiled.

"The time has clearly come when I need to carry out a very detailed examination
of these two prisoners Mrs Parsons. Perhaps this would be an opportune time to
administer the punishments that they have earned so far this evening. That might
well assist these females into being a little more co-operative with their
examinations as they both seem far too absorbed by their own modesty at
present."

Mrs Parsons then addressed the increasingly nervous females:

"I have discussed both of your cases with the duty Wardress in Frankfurt who has
assured me of her total support. I had hoped that a relatively light punishment
might suffice but having heard how frequently you have both been beaten in the
past we will clearly have to be more severe if we ever hope to improve your
level of obedience. We will therefore be restricting your punishment to the
cane, which we intend that you will find most painful. Unfortunately we have no
method of securing you during punishment so you will both be expected to
exercise self-control and limit your movements. Mr Stewart will apply the
required number of strokes and I will apply any additional ones that you earn by
not remaining in position. That way I will be concentrate all my energies on
ensuring that they will really be crisp ones."

In front of their victims, Stewart and Mrs Parsons then proceeded to select a
suitable cane for each female by comparing their lengths, flexibility length and
weight. Eventually two were chosen with the one selected for Schultz being a
little lighter and a shade shorter. Neither cane could however be described as
lightweight as both were as they should be, a means of inflicting considerable
pain. Mrs Parsons then pronounced sentence."

"You will both receive fifteen strokes across your buttocks."

Stewart nervously flexed the cane that had been selected for the younger girl
between his hands; desperately trying to remember the advice on caning he had
overheard in conversations between wardresses. He knew that his job was to hurt
as much as possible but without causing permanent damage or breaking the skin.
His previous experience had been limited to hand spanking and occasionally
slippering a complaint girl friend that he once had. This was different. This
was an authorised judicial thrashing. Remembering the chilling effect it had on
him when the wardress stripped to the waist, he slowly removed his shirt to
emphasise the effort he was about to impart to his duty. He used the time spent
adjusting his trousers to adjust his now hard penis into a more comfortable
angle.

Mrs Parsons positioned Schultz for her punishment. She had her stand at the end
of a heavy oak table, spread her legs until her toes touched the feet. Then,
because of her height, she placed a thick cushion under her stomach and had her
lay over the surface of the table gripping the edge with her arms at forty-five
degrees above her head. Her head was turned so that she would have to watch
Stewart during the event. She was at least to be made comfortable whilst being
made to feel very uncomfortable elsewhere on her body!

Following a few whispered words of advice from Mrs Parsons that emphasised they
girl's experience with receiving thrashings across her backside, as evidenced by
the relatively light marks that the previous strokes had caused, the time had
come.

" I will now inflict fifteen strokes of the cane across your buttocks. You will
remain in position until I tell you that you may move. Is that understood?"
Intoned Stewart.

A barely audible reply of "Yes Sir" came from the now shaking female.

Taking up a position to her left, he raised the cane and brought it swishing
down to impact across the centre of her buttocks with a viciousness that
surprised him. It certainly surprised the prisoner. For a second she appeared to
feel nothing, then as the weal started to form her body shuddered on the cushion
and a gasp was heard. Slowly he proceeded to cover the area from the top where
the top of the anal cleft to the slight overhand at the top of her thighs. He
made each one count and assessed his result on the gasps, moans and almost
indecent thrusting of the girl's stomach over the padding.
Certainly the lower strokes that dug into the soft flesh at the tops of the
thighs seemed the most effective. After the second lash into that area, number
twelve, she released her grip on the table and half stood to reach behind to
furiously massage the site of the blow. Strangely, Mrs Parsons said nothing
until several seconds had elapsed and then made but a brief comment.

"I do hope that you have found that movement helpful girl. It has just cost you
an extra four strokes for disobedience and I will double that if you do not
resume your position NOW!"

The girl panicked and literally threw herself back into position across the hard
surface. Stewart had found her weakness and must now exploit it. He leant over
the table until his face was inches from hers. Her eyes were wide and her lips
pulled back. Tears were forming and starting to drip on the table. The uniform
hat remained in position and the long plat snaked above her head.

"Guess where I am going to lay on the last three." He smiled.

He took his time. He used the tip of the cane to ensure that she was perfectly
positioned jabbing the inside of her calves to spread her feet just a little
further, taking in her exposed and shaved crotch with her all too exposed vulva.
He then gently pressed her back fully down on the table with the length of the
cane before taking up his position and bringing the thirteenth stroke sizzling
down to the joint between the buttocks and thighs.

He cursed silently to himself. The stroke obviously hurt her but landed across
the tops of her spread thighs rather than the soft spot he had aimed for. He
tried again and this time there was no doubt. The girl screamed briefly, bucked
at the cushion and almost repeated her earlier disobedience. Somehow she held on
leaving him but one stroke left.

This time he took his time, gently tapped his aiming point with the cane tip,
raised his arm high and brought the instrument of correction downwards, dead on
target.

Schultz gasped as if the air had been beaten out of her and then bucked and
reared on the table. Somehow her training took over and her hands remained
gripping the table edge although her feet were alternately lifting off the floor
in an attempt to reduce the agony in her thighs. Somehow she found it in herself
to remain in position even though she was sobbing with the pain. Stewart said
nothing, allowing the waves of pain to sweep over her without the comfort of
being allowed to rub the wealed and throbbing area. He made a mental note to
find some other way in which he could break her resolve and looked towards Mrs
Parsons.

"Four extras I believe." She muttered as she advanced on the girl taking the now
warm cane from Stewart. "I think I will give them across your delightfully long
legs, place your feet together."


The new position certainly displayed the young girl's thighs to their best
advantage. It seemed as if most of her height was in the trim long legs. From
the arched position of the high heels the gently swelling calves reached up to
the soft identations of the backs of the knees, then into the flaring muscles of
the thighs and finally to the reddened flesh of the buttocks. Because of the
girls height, her stomach partly restrained by the bustier was now well above
the table and just her small breasts and face made contact to stabilise her.
Once her hands were gripping the edge again, Mrs Parsons held the cane out at
thigh height and brought it skilfully in a semi-circle parallel with the floor
until it lashed into the white upright targets just above the tops of the dark
stockings and across the marks left by the latex knickers.. Schultz gave the now
familiar gasp,  but held her position.

"We don't want the girl limping for days Mr Stewart, so I will spread the rest
over the lower thighs. Would you be so kind as to lower the prisoners stockings
to give me a clear target?"

Stewart immediately kneeled down behind the female and with as much contact as
possible with her skin, reached around each thigh to unclasp the suspender clips
then roll the stockings down to her knees. With his face only inches from her
striped rear he could feel the heat being given off and smell the scent of the
girl's fear. Almost reluctantly he stood and moved clear.

All three strokes were delivered with venom and all contacted the sensitive
thigh-flesh with a force that soon raised four crisp parallel weals about an
inch apart. Both Mrs Parsons and Stewart were surprised with the girl's stoicism
as she managed to remain essentially in position. Certainly her feet doubled up
one at a time, to almost touch her thighs after every stroke but they were
certainly back firmly on the floor a second later.  "Extras" completed she was
allowed to move away from the table and rub her weals. Everyone in the room,
including Schultz realised that she had not been broken but that further
punishments might well follow that would achieve that aim.

Without waiting to be told Mueller took up her position across the table with an
almost defiant expression on her face. Stewart exchanged glances with Mrs
Parsons as they both realised that this was to be more of a challenge. Mueller
was deliberately sending the signal that she was well used to severe punishments
and her thick hide and strong will would not even be bent by the actions of a
mere male. Stewart ran his fingers over the proffered nates. The skin was
slightly rough to the touch and felt firmer and thicker than the norm. Clearly
several months in the strict German regime had hardened this prisoner both
physically and mentally.

Without comment Stewart replaced the cane that had been selected and then chose
a slightly thicker and meatier rod. A practice swish in the air demonstrated
that what it lacked in flexibility, it made up for in weight. If this female
wanted to challenge him, he would do his best to meet it. He realised that this
would require a more brutal application than Schultz received and that Mueller's
buttocks could, and would take a heavier stroke without damage. He stood to her
rear, planted his feet wide apart, raised the cane over his shoulder and brought
it whirring down to strike just above the tops of the heavy thighs.

It landed with a different sound, "thwuk",  to the one heard when the younger
girl was under the cane and it dug a little deeper into the more mature flesh.
Despite the energy Stewart imparted to the implement their was no sound and
scarcely a movement from the prisoner. He then started at the top of the
buttocks and moved, stroke by stroke back to the starting point. Such was the
condition of the skin that the weals were no more than red lines. It was stroke
eight before he really started to cause Mueller some discomfort and she started
to utter short grunts through her clenched teeth. Even so, Stewart was forced to
the opinion that she regarded the caning as merely routine. He continued and was
surprised to find himself sweating with the effort.

By stroke number twelve he was back in the area of the sulcus and determined to
get some reaction. He took time to stand behind the female and scrape the tip of
the cane up each spread inner thigh until it touched her shaved crotch. This
seemed to be more effective than the strokes in that it made her desperately
aware of just how blatantly she was exposed to his gaze. He then dragged the tip
down between her buttock cheeks taking care to prod the exposed anus en route to
the perineum. Finally, he dragged the tip up over the split in the vulva where
her inner lips were unusually prominent and for the first time achieved a
reaction. She stood on tiptoe in an attempt to avoid the intrusive tip and
shuddered with embarrassment. Stewart then realised that what would break this
obstinate fraulein wouldn't be a mere thrashing, but it could be a degree of
humiliation. This revelation made him anxious to complete the punishment and
proceed to a more productive procedure.

He laid the final strokes on hard and rapid. All struck into the soft lower part
of the buttocks and all on the same spot raising a thick weal at last. All the
reaction Stewart could see was an audible grunt and a little humping of the
cushion. It was time to move on to stage two he thought. He soon had both
females back at attention in front of him.

" You have just received a little reminder of my authority. Please do not think
that this will be the last such reminder that you will receive this evening.
Should your behaviour and obedience show the improvement that Mrs Parsons and I
are looking for....you may have a less painful time. If, however either of you
display any further lack of respect for our wishes, you may expect to find
yourself over that table for a further thrashing. "

He walked over to the table, pulled two latex medical gloves out of a box and
walked back to a position in front of them. Slowly he pulled the gloves over
each hand aware that both prisoners were staring  at them with total horror.

" I mentioned earlier the importance that we place on bodily hygiene.
Unfortunately we seem to be unique in this respect and find, all too often, that
the female prisoners that we have to work here do not come up to our standards.
I have to say that bearing in mind the state you were both in earlier I
anticipate the worst. However, much as I find it unpleasant, I will now have to
give you both a very thorough, intimate and uncomfortable examination. I
understand from Mrs Parsons that you are both well versed in other females
examining you and feel somewhat reluctant that you will now have to undergo an
examination by a male. I have no sympathy whatsoever. You are prisoners and will
accept whatever I do or require. Is that clear?"

They both stood, heads hanging down muttering their agreement.

"I will start with....Schultz!  You, girl will remove your hat, bustier,
suspender belt, stockings and shoes!"

This was it; the girl slowly removed the final vestiges of her female modesty
and stood, totally naked in front of Stewart. Her tall slim body trembling
slightly in anticipation of what he would do to her and knowing that she had
neither the right nor the courage to object.

"I want you up on the table on all fours, knees and elbows with your head well
down and backside thrust well up."

With the girl in position he quickly made the changes he needed by ensuring her
lower back was suitably dipped, knees widely apart and elbows wide enough to
ensure that her breasts were not obscured. Now for the clever bit he thought.
Having pulled another table round to a position in line with the one that
supported Schultz, he ordered Mueller to strip and mount it in an identical
position. He would then be able to do anything to the younger girl in front of
her, leaving her in no doubt as to what she was in for.

When she was in position Mueller presented an altogether different picture to
her younger friend. Her body was thicker and heavier and Stewart guessed that
but for the stringent shaving, would have been far more hirsute, particularly
around the crotch and armpits. The large breasts seemed to be poured in two
heaps under her so he reached out and roughly pulled each one to the side so
that the nipple areas were exposed. Then, with a final flick to the elastic
wrists on the gloves, he was ready.

To be continued.



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