The punishment room, as it was called by all the inmates, was a simple room, brick
built with the regulation-sized narrow window that was barred to prevent the inmates from
escaping. In the centre of the room, mounted on wheels was a straightforward inverted `Y`
shaped device, made of thick oak timbers and metal joints.
On top of the inverted `Y` shaped device was positioned Annabel. Annabel was totally
naked and an hour earlier had had her pubic, under-arm and leg hairs removed with soap and
a razor by the two punishment room orderlies – trusted girls who were fellow inmates. They
knew, from the institution governor, that if they did not do their job properly, they
would follow Annabel onto the `stretcher`, as it was called. Annabel had one leg lying on
each of the bottom parts of the inverted `Y` structure, strapped there with thick ropes.
Her legs were, obviously, splayed wide apart so her freshly shaved cunt lips were clearly
visible from behind, together with her tight little anus.
Her stomach lay over the start of the single beam that proceeded from the point where
the two split branches of the device met. Under her stomach another length of rope had
been secured, this rope heading to the ceiling of the room where it passed through various
wheels and pulleys until it came back down on the side wall where it was wound round some
kind of motor. The rope was taut, preventing Annabel from slumping down onto the oak
timber beneath her. Her arms had been pulled slightly ahead of her head and then lashed to
the timber with rope. Annabel was essentially in a fixed position and unable to move.
The metal door to the punishment room was opened so that all the inmates of the
institution could hear the sounds that would soon come from it. Annabel, her eyes wide
with fear, heard the heavy boots behind her, though she could see nothing through the
blindfold that had been wrapped tightly around her head once the orderlies had secured her
to the device.
The boots grew silent, though Annabel sensed the man wearing them, a guard, was
standing to the right of her. His presence was confirmed a moment later when the cold,
thin wood of the regulation cane, the standard punishment implement, touched her bare
buttock cheeks as the guard took aim. The next moment, Annabel screamed out as the cane
cut mercilessly into the bottom cheeks, the first of thirty strokes that had been ordered
by the Governor.
“Yaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!” Annabel screeched louder as her buttock cheeks were slashed
into for the second time a moment later by the cane.
***
“Ladies,” said the Governor, a tall, wiry man with a thin, evil smile on his face, as
he addressed the new group of ten inmates, “welcome to Asherton’s Young Offenders
Institute for Ladies. I trust you will quickly settle into life here and that you will
each serve out your term without causing any trouble. We have certain rules here which we
expect all inmates to obey and any disobedience will be dealt with swiftly and harshly.
You will all be issued a rule book when you are escorted to your rooms, together with the
standard Institute clothing. I suggest you read that book from cover to cover and learn
the rules as a matter of urgency. If you can’t read then you had best get your cell mates
to read them out to you. I must stress that this is a low security environment and you are
not expected to attempt to leave it. If you do then the consequences of your actions will
be severe. We operate on a rewards and punishments system here, all of which are explained
in the Institute’s rule book. Now, you have all had a long day in front of the courts, and
some of you have had quite a long journey to reach us. The evening meal is served in half
an hour and it is lock-up time at 9:00pm, lights out at 9:30pm, so I will hand you over to
Dr Calderton for the standard inmate preliminary examinations and then you will be taken
to your rooms.”
That had been Annabel’s brief introduction to her new home for six months – her
reward for getting caught stealing, or attempting to steal, a laptop computer from her
local electrical store. She had been stupid and had a history for bungled attempts at
theft. Now, just eighteen, the judge at the local court had had enough of Annabel being
before him and had sentenced her to 6 months at Asherton’s. The other girls who stood
sheepishly beside her were all much the same age and they had all been sentenced to much
the same term as Annabel for a range of petty crimes.
The examination by Dr Calderton was perfunctory. Each girl was stripped naked in a
small room, then examined for lice, and other nasty things. She was then given an internal
examination to ensure she wasn’t pregnant and then swabbed to check for STDs. Each girl
was then obliged to give a blood sample, one that would check for HIV and other diseases
that may not have been immediately evident to the good doctor.
Having convinced the doctor that she was a good girl with minimal sexual experience
and just one boyfriend who’d vowed to stand by her and wait for her release, Annabel had
been given her Institute uniform. This was basically a bright orange jump suit, orange bra
and orange panties, and cheap black trainers. Then she was given a copy of the Institute’s
rule book and shown her room. It was a twin bed room, small, sparsely furnished and
decorated with cream paint on the brick wall.
“Hi, I’m Mandy,” said the girl in the room as soon as the guard who’d escorted
Annabel had left them.
“Annabel,” she replied.
“What are you here for?”
“Theft, well, to be precise, attempted theft. I tried to nick a laptop.”
“Bloody hell,” said Mandy.
“What are you here for?”
“Got into a brawl at a pub. It was a friend’s birthday and we got a bit drunk. How
long are you here for?”
“Six months,” said Annabel, “and you?”
“Six months. I’ve been here three weeks, so just over five months to go.”
“What’s this place like?” Asked Annabel, nervously fingering the rule book under her
arm.
“Strict and, as you already know, if you break the rules the punishments are harsh. I
take it that, like us other girls, you signed away your rights to come here as opposed to
prison.”
“Yes, it seemed like a good idea at the time.”
“Well, in that case, don’t go breaking the rules or you will soon end up in the
punishment room and that will give you an experience you will not want to repeat. I’ve not
been there myself,” said Mandy, “but you know when a girl goes in there for the screams
can be heard all over the camp. I’ve heard rumours girls not only get caned in there but
they get tortured and sexually abused to. So, I decided from day one to learn the rules
and stick with them.”
“Thanks,” said Annabel, her face turning white at the thought of the punishment room,
“but surely they’re not allowed to abuse and torture us?”
“You’d think so, wouldn’t you, but they do it nonetheless and you have no right to
appeal, not in here.”
“Maybe not, but once you get out?”
“It’s your signature on the consent form – so you have no rights, period,” said
Mandy. “Now, I suggest you learn the rules before you start breaking them.”
Annabel lay back on her bed and opened the rule book.
***
Annabel had been at Asherton’s for just over a month and had a clean record when she
broke the rules by being late to turn up for her allotted work program. In fact, she was
set up by some of the other inmates, who made it impossible to get to her work room on
time, but such things did not concern the governors. Annabel was late and Annabel would be
punished. There was one rule for all and excuses were not allowed.
It was a Friday morning when Annabel stood before the Governor on a charge of
tardiness.
“Perhaps, young lady, a sting in the tail will speed you up in the future.”
“But, I was stopped from getting out of my cell by a gang of the older girls. How
could I get to where I had to be if they were stopping me?”
“I don’t care about that. The rules are the rules. This afternoon after you have been
prepared, you will receive thirty strokes of the cane on your backside in the punishment
room. Now, go to your room and contemplate on your disgraceful rule-breaking. I will send
two orderlies to you at lunchtime and they will take you to the preparation room to get
you ready for your punishment, young lady. I trust and hope this will be the last time I
see you in this office for breaking the rules.”
“So do I,” said Annabel with tears in her eyes at the prospective punishment. “By
preparation, what do you mean?”
“It’s in the rule book. I suggest you read it. Punishment will be carried out by
Warder Harden at three o’clock this afternoon. Now, get out of my office.”
“Sir,” said Annabel, turning to leave.
As she walked back to her room, Annabel feared the worst. Warder Harden was a big
man, some six feet six tall, built like a tank, a sort of “Mr T” from the A Team. And,
yes, he was a black man too, not that the significance of that entered Annabel’s mind at
all. She was naïve, sexually, and had no knowledge of the attributes generally
levelled at black men in regards to their sexual prowess. Still, the fact Warder Harden
was big and powerful, meant Annabel realise that she was in for a severe caning. She also
knew Warder Harden had a reputation for showing no mercy to those he punished, a
reputation that had Annabel’s face streaked in tears long before she was back in her own
room.
“What’s up,” said Mandy, who was sitting on her own room.
“I’ve broken the rules,” said Annabel, “because those older girls made me late for
work this morning.”
“Shit, that’s tough,” said Mandy.
“Yeah, and I’m going to be punished this afternoon.”
“Shit, how many?”
“Thirty,” said Annabel with a certain resignation in her voice.
“Bloody hell! That will hurt. Who’s doing it?”
“Warder Harden,” said Annabel finally sitting on her bed.
“Jeeeezzz,” said Mandy.
“Is that bad?”
“Bad? You’ll be lucky if you can walk for a week! Not that the caning won’t be bad
enough, but Warder Harden likes a nice tight ass for his troubles, if you get my
meaning.”
“Not sure I do. What do you mean?”
“I mean, I’ve heard it said that after caning a young bottom, such as yours, he likes
to part the cheeks with his big, black hands, and stick his cock up the poor girl’s ass.”
“He can’t do that!” Annabel sounded horrified.
“Oh, he can, and he can fuck you in the cunt or mouth too if he wants to, and if you
don’t let him then he can punish you for that too. So, I suggest you quickly decide to
take what’s coming or your poor bottom is going to be stripped of its flesh.”
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