Mrs Birch's Classic Literary Collection Volume 6 by Jennifer Birch

Author:Jennifer Birch
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Silverbirch Productions
Published: 1998-04-01T04:00:00+00:00

He heard a shuffle of booted feet as the wardress changed her position slightly and then down came the fourth stroke rapidly followed by the fifth and sixth all to the same area. He bit into the gag and his entire body became rigid as he fought against the pain. He looked up at the row of beaten females, some still sobbing and all staring at him with a dreadful fascination. He desperately tried to stop his penis rubbing against the damp leather and scarcely felt the nurse’s inquisitive fingers examining him. Her voice was dimly heard to say that the cane seemed to be doing its job well and he was shrinking.

With a normal Correctional Centre caning the next three strokes would have been routinely administered and taken. But as the wardresses knew, and Stewart would soon find out, the entire area allocated for the infliction was now neatly covered in weals laying on top of the bruises. Any further stroke, however gentle would be sheer hell, and Senior Wardresses were not selected for their gentleness. Indeed considerable skill would need to be exercised in laying on the cane in case it broke the skin. Such an event would require a tiresome postponement, to the staff at any rate, of the rest of the punishment.

The cane was drawn back over the shoulder, a pause was taken for effect and the instrument of discipline was brought down at a slight angle across the ridges so that the overlay would have the maximum effect. Stewart felt the pain immediately. It was the worst he had ever experienced in his life as he strained against his straps and half screamed into the gag. She waited a full minute before bringing the eighth stroke almost across the same line and suddenly, when he wasn’t expecting it; the ninth and final one came slashing in to his sensitised flesh.

He was dimly aware of the nurse’s hand and her laughing reference to his flaccid member as the straps were unfastened and he was curtly ordered to his feet. He desperately tried not to shake as he stood in full view of the previous victims but his legs were stiff from the cane strokes at the top of his thighs as he hobbled to stand in line at the ‘present’.

“Turn round, face the wall, bend over and grasp your ankles,” came the order. There were gasps of pain as the females tried to bend fully despite the seemingly shrunken skin over the punishment area. Stewart heard a prod being unhitched from a belt and then a sharp click as the first shock was given followed by a sharp scream of pain. “I said bend girl, not lean!” shouted Miss Kenton as she moved down the line applying the prod to thighs, buttocks or crotches as she thought fit.

The girl next to Stewart leapt up, as much as anyone can leap when trying to grasp their ankles. Despite his best efforts to bend against the increased pain

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