Tess Punishment
Tess had never been in any trouble with the police before, and of the crime she was now found guilty, she was innocent too. She stood quietly in the dock holding her breath as the judge's words sealed her fate, "You have been found guilty of d**g trafficking, a most heinous crime young lady, for which the only sentence is 10 years in custody. Take her down..."
"NO!" screamed Tess as she was roughly steered by the custody agents down well worn stairs to the cells below to await transportation to the most formidable female prison in England.
The prison's reputation went before it, feared by all sent there, so the long drive through rural England was a daunting, terrifying experience for Tess. At 20 years of age, her fear of what was to become of her was overwhelming and she sat in silence as the miles sped by. She was stunned by recent events and in shock.
Finally they'd arrived and Tess was gripped by a nauseating wave of fear. The formidable prison buildings loomed before her as she stepped from the van and the sight of them filled Tess with dread. The hefty female custody agent standing to greet the new arrivals was non sympathetic and turned to Tess, "Life will be intolerable now..., and they all say they are not guilty." She let out a hideous laugh, taunting Tess.
Tess had been arrested at Euston station by d**gs officers with sniffer dogs who found heroin in her rucksack.. She'd left it on her seat in the carriage for just a few moments to get a coffee for the journey...someone had planted it on her, a kilo...
What came next was horror previously unknown to Tess, a gentle girl, who had done no wrong. She was a student simply visiting the bright lights of London. Now through a twist of fate she was to be incarcerated in the purest hell on earth.
Tess was roughly shunted into the reception area of the prison, where a large, unsmiling female warder greeted her. "Tillingbury I presume? SIT!" Tess froze. "SIT! I said girl," barked the warder in a threatening tone, forcing Tess to sit immediately, her eyes wide with fright.
Once the formality of filling in an endless stream of forms was over and Tess was divested of her belongings, another warder entered and snapped her fingers at Tess and rudely demanded, "Up! Now! Follow me!" This warder was Ms Thorn, a formidable, tall, strong woman, who was thin lipped and glaring. Tess trembled involuntarily and stood slowly, not daring to invoke the wrath of this woman.
"I'm your personal warden. You will address me at all times as Ma'am. From this moment on, you will do exactly as your told. And, no one here is innocent!" she said with a sneer as she turned to walk towards a door. Tess followed her obediently into the next room, which was stark and cold housing not much more than a medical table, an odd looking small padded bench and a steel trolley with an assortment of boxes, jars, bowls and instruments arranged neatly on each of it's three shelves. Along the back wall was a showerhead and an open toilet. There was no privacy afforded here. In the centre of the room stood a solid matron type woman with arms folded and ready for business. No explanations given or needed, the smell of cold tar soap and disinfectant filled the air.
"Undress now, strip right off and remember to do as your told," snapped Thorn as she glanced at the Matron. Tess detected a smirk on both faces. Fear gripped her stomach and she desperately needed the loo; dare she ask? She hadn't been since before the court hearing earlier that morning and by now her bladder was pretty full. She mustered the last shred of intestinal fortitude left in her being. "P-p-please Ma'am, may I u-use the t-toilet?" Tess asked meekly.
"No you may not!" barked Thorn. Tess was shocked at the denial. Surely she couldn't refuse her such a basic right? But one look at the cruel expression on Thorn's face told Tess that she was clearly going to suffer at the hands of these two gorgons.
Thinking better of protesting, she did as she was ordered, and slowly stripped right down to expose a slim but shapely body to the two women who stood watching like a pair of hawks over a newborn lamb. "Step forward, take a hold of that bar with your bottom out and legs spread wide!" ordered Thorn. Tess stood motionless as she struggled to comprehend the command. What was to happen now?
When Tess didn't move the Matron stepped forward and immediately steered Tess into position - no words spoken. A strong hand in the middle of her back propelled Tess sharply towards a bar attached to the wall. The older woman roughly placed each of Tess' hands on the cold steel bar. Tess heard the snap of rubber gloves close behind her and the noise made her jump. "Just to make sure you have no d**gs IN you girl!" cackled Thorn. "Let's have those legs spread nice and wide." Before Tess could process the meaning of her words she felt a finger roughly inserted into her vagina, then into her rectum, both times those fingers lingered, pushing roughly into her sex. Tess was horrified and tears of embarrassment stung her eyes.
"Oh what a shame, I hate not to find anything," said Thorn sounding genuinely disappointed.
"Give me a try,” answered Matron stepping forward. "If there's anything there, I'll find it." Tess heard for a second time the sound of rubber gloves snapping into place and she cringed, anticipating another round of absolute humiliation.
Tess felt the gloved hand bearing down in the small of her back, causing her to arch her back somewhat, followed swiftly by the foreign sensation of fingers being inserted roughly and deep into her vagina, only this time making her squeal.
"Oh she was a little virgin, how sad!" The voice was taunting, and very cruel. Tess' tears slid silently down her cheeks.
"Never mind a newbie here, it's time for that hair to be removed. Get the wax ready Matron.." Tess shot her hands to her head amidst renewed cackles of laughter from the pair... She was stricken at the thought of losing her hair.
"Oh not that hair, the pubic lot. We don't want crabs brought in here. Now get on that table, legs up and wide!"
Again Tess was jolted forward, and pushed roughly up onto a genealogical style table. Before she had time to think, Matron had her legs straddled akimbo, placing each foot into a stirrup, leaving Tess thoroughly exposed in the worst way possible to the mercy of the two women. Matron positioned herself between Tess' thighs and began applying hot molten wax to her pubic region causing a new round of gut wrenching fear in Tess. Matron made quick work of applying the wax and was soon slapping on linen strips without much care or apparent concern. Once she'd completed the job both women began walking casually around Tess as she lay at their mercy, face up on the table. They commented on her body, jeering and mocking her plight, sending Tess spiralling toward a level of degradation she never even knew existed. After several minutes of taunting the girl, Matron ended her leisurely stroll back between Tess' thighs. She glared into Tess' haunted eyes as she placed a hand on the girl’s stomach, stretching the skin tight as she firmly took hold of one of the linen strips and yanked down hard.
"Arghhh!" yelled Tess as the sudden pain ripped at her mound. Instinctively her hands flew to protect the region but Thorn quick as lightning grabbed her hands mid-flight and pulled them back over Tess' head, gripping tightly. "Oh no you don't my girl. Your going to have it all off no matter what!" sneered Thorn. Tess struggled momentarily but realised her attempts to escape those talons were futile.
Matron proceeded to wrench the remaining strips from the girl's body one by one causing shrieks of pain from Tess with each vicious yank until finally every strand of hair from pubis to buttock cleft had vanished. By now Tess' tears were flowing, both from the stinging pain she felt in her pubic area and for the overwhelming sense of helplessness she now felt.
"Don't think tears will save you girl, we like to see our inmates suffer," said Thorn. Tess did not answer, but lay staring at the ceiling through tear blurred vision.
Suddenly Tess felt her feet being taken out of the stirrups and she was being hoiked down from the table and stood upright. Her head began to spin at the sudden change in position.
"A shower now for you girl, over there. Get in!" snapped Thorn loudly as she pointed toward the exposed shower. By now Tess' bladder was straining and she was nearly bursting. Several times throughout the hair removal she had involuntarily squirted small jets of pee as the pain shot through her body causing her to jump. As if reading her thoughts, "Don't dare piss in there!" warned Thorn glaring at Tess, now desperate to relieve herself.
The Matron by now had the shower water blasting and ready for Tess and was standing close by the jet of water with a long stiff brush lathered up and ready to scrub. Gingerly Tess edged her way towards the shower and to the waiting Matron. "Come on, we haven't got all day!" snapped the Matron who pushed her straight under the steaming water. Tess was almost grateful to feel the hot spray of soothing water cascade over her body and closed her eyes as she let it flow over her scalp. But her pleasure was fleeting as Matron startled her back into reality. Tess' eyes flew open as she felt a sudden grip on her upper left arm followed by the sensation of the scrubbing brush rasping its way across her back and shoulders. The action was swift and painful but Matron continued on, oblivious to the girl's wincing and obvious discomfort. There was a cruel hint of enjoyment on the Matron's face as she scrubbed her way round to the front of Tess' body, stopping briefly to run the brush back and forth over a bar of stinking coal tar soap.
Tess could hold her bladder no more and suddenly let go. A hot whoosh of urine gushed from between her thighs and tumbled down her legs toward the drain. She was helpless to stem the flow and was gripped with fear as she saw the pair stare angrily at the diminishing yellow puddle at her feet. Thorn's voice penetrated her ears. "What were you told? Answer me girl!" she boomed, her voice resounding menacingly around the room.
"Not to wee in the shower Ma'am." Tess replied meekly. She was petrified and began to tremble as she waited for the consequences.
Matron reached behind the cascade of water and immediately switched off the shower, leaving Tess standing forlornly, dripping wet and shivering.
"So, defy us would you girl?" snarled Thorn.
"I'm so sorry, Ma'am, I couldn't hold it anymore," pleaded Tess. "Being under the water was too much for me," she went on bravely.
"Quiet! You were told not to piss in the shower, and that's what we meant. So that means you've earned yourself a beating now that you'll not forget!"
"No-oooo...please," Tess howled.
"I said SILENCE! Bring her over to the bench Matron."
Matron grabbed Tess' upper arm and hauled her wringing wet over to the padded bench that the warder was also now heading for.
As Tess was dragged closer her eyes widened as she realised what the bench was for. Suddenly she understood the reason for the two different levels, one higher than the other. On each side of the bench there were leather straps attached to each level and Tess guessed they were designed to hold her into position. She prayed she was wrong. Resting on the higher level was a long thick cane and a black leather paddle. Still wet and cold Tess began to struggle as the realisation set in. "No Ma'am please not this," she pleaded still reeling from the throbbing pain in her genitalia. Surely that was punishment enough?
Her pleading went unanswered and she was pushed forward to face the bench. "Hand me those implements and then lay yourself face down girl," ordered Thorn, taking hold of one of the leather restraints in readiness. Tess handed her the implements and kneeled on the lower level, placing her torso across the higher level. Goosebumps crept over her body as her skin connected with the cold leather. The two women moved in quickly, Thorn on one side and Matron on the other, working in tandem to restrain the sobbing girl's ankles, wrists and upper thighs.
With her legs wide apart and her buttocks high, Tess lay strapped down and vulnerable, her intimate parts exposed in all their glory once again. The women stalked around her like wolves ready to pounce; one had the cane, the other the paddle.
Tess had fear like nothing she knew before. She felt sick, in pain, and so alone...
"Shout as loud as you like girl, no one will come to aid you. This is how your life's to be at our whim!" laughed Thorn as she thrashed the paddle down over Tess' pale cold cheeks.
"Argghhh!!!!" yelled Tess, as the first stroke slashed across her buttocks causing an unbelievable pain to explode throughout her whole body.
Thorn stood still and waited for the full effect of the stroke to sink in. She smiled as she watched the girl buck and writhe after the first stroke. When she was quiet, Thorn drew the paddle back across her shoulder and again brought it down hard with a loud crack.
"OWWWW!!!!" cried Tess, "STOP please! No!..." she thrashed wildly as the women stood watching in silence.
CRACK!!!
"ARGGHHH!!!" yelled Tess as the paddle fell for the third time across her naked buttocks.
CRACK!!!
"ARGGHHH!!!" screamed Tess writhing in agony, and desperately trying to twist her body away from the dreaded blows of the paddle.
Thorn was well practised and stood in silence for a minute or so after each stroke, waiting for the pain to do it's work and the girl to quieten down before she drew the next stroke. Tess' buttocks had turned the colour of beetroot and dark welts were starting to show. She was sobbing hard now and scarcely able to bear the fiery throbbing in her rear. But the punishment was far from over.
"12 strokes girl!" And you've got eight more to come." Again Thorn drew the paddle back over her shoulder and brought it down hard across Tess' tortured buttocks.
CRACK!!!
"OWWW...NO!!!!" cried Tess thrashing wildly against her restraints. Thorn was bringing down each stroke with more velocity than the last causing Tess to spasm and scream louder still with each new stroke.
By the time the twelfth and final stroke landed across her flesh Tess could barely raise a yelp, as her throat was now hoarse from yelling her way through the punishment. She had lost count of the strokes and only realised it was over when the last break was much longer than the rest. She lay sobbing in agony, her bum on fire.
After a few minutes she heard footsteps behind her and a disturbing sound she'd never heard before.
WHOOSH!!!
"Right girl, brace yourself. Your in for a caning." Thorn's voice was cold and uncaring and sent a chill racing up Tess' spine.
WHOOSH!!! Again that spine tingling sound...
Tess held her breath and waited for the blow, but none came. Her nerves began to tighten as the fear started to build once more. She couldn't believe there was more to come. Thorn was tormenting her, swinging the cane hard through the air in a deliberate act of cruel intent.
WHOOSH!!! Again Tess heard that terrible sound, but still no blow...
WHOOSH!!!
"ARRGHHH!!!" screamed Tess as the cane bit viciously into her flesh. The stroke took her totally by surprise.
WHOOSH!!!
"ARRGHHH!!!" she yelled again as the intense pain seared its way deep into her flesh.
WHOOSH!!!
"OWWWW... NO-O-O!!! PLEASE NO MORE..." she cried, straining wildly against her bonds.
WHOOSH!!!
Tess heard the loud crack as the tip of the dragon cane hit her sweet spot, catching her vulva. The extreme pain momentarily took her breath away. When she opened her mouth to scream nothing came out, just her tears flowed instead.
Her tormentors were clearly enjoying the sight of her once pale backside and tops of thighs as the flesh gradually swelled and changed from red to bruising during the course of the punishment. Still they continued to cane the hapless girl. Tess finally gave up fighting and allowed her body to remain limp throughout the remainder of the strokes.
Once Thorn had reached thirty strokes she stopped. Tess remained motionless on the bench, her buttocks thoroughly thrashed and beaten.
"That's it for now girl. Finished. Make sure you learn to do as your told from now on, or next time it'll be worse," warned Thorn. Tess lay shattered as the two women released the leather restraints.
"Up you get," she heard Thorn say. She lay there quiet as the pain continued to penetrate her inner mind and gut, as well as the flesh. Matron hoisted her up from behind and hauled her to her feet. Once upright she swayed unsteadily and dared not take a step in case it flared the pain in her rear. "Here, put these on girl." Matron thrust a pair of rough hospital style scrubs towards Tess and glared at her until the girl took them from her. There was no bra, no knickers.
Tess looked down at the shapeless garments and wondered how she'd ever drag anything over her tortured flesh. The numbness in her rear was beginning to subside, making way for the searing pain to be felt. She felt wetness seeping from her buttocks, as the blood began to trickle down her thighs.
"That was just a taste girl. Each time you break a rule or we need some entertainment, expect more," sneered Thorn as she grabbed Tess' hair and wrenched her head back to face her own cruel face. "Now's the time to show you to your cell, so be quick!"
Tess hardly knew how her legs would carry her after that terrible thrashing. She tried to take a step but they buckled under her from pain and shock. The two women grabbed an elbow each and half lifted, half dragged her towards the door. Before she knew what and where she was, she was thrown into a cell and laid face down on a bed. The cell door was locked behind her and she vaguely heard a voice say "Welcome to the house of hell doll, Jan's the name, you'll get used to this. When you toughen up they leave you be, and the next new cons get what you and me have had..."
Tess was numb and shut her eyes, perhaps when she woke this hell would be a dream...
"NO!" screamed Tess as she was roughly steered by the custody agents down well worn stairs to the cells below to await transportation to the most formidable female prison in England.
The prison's reputation went before it, feared by all sent there, so the long drive through rural England was a daunting, terrifying experience for Tess. At 20 years of age, her fear of what was to become of her was overwhelming and she sat in silence as the miles sped by. She was stunned by recent events and in shock.
Finally they'd arrived and Tess was gripped by a nauseating wave of fear. The formidable prison buildings loomed before her as she stepped from the van and the sight of them filled Tess with dread. The hefty female custody agent standing to greet the new arrivals was non sympathetic and turned to Tess, "Life will be intolerable now..., and they all say they are not guilty." She let out a hideous laugh, taunting Tess.
Tess had been arrested at Euston station by d**gs officers with sniffer dogs who found heroin in her rucksack.. She'd left it on her seat in the carriage for just a few moments to get a coffee for the journey...someone had planted it on her, a kilo...
What came next was horror previously unknown to Tess, a gentle girl, who had done no wrong. She was a student simply visiting the bright lights of London. Now through a twist of fate she was to be incarcerated in the purest hell on earth.
Tess was roughly shunted into the reception area of the prison, where a large, unsmiling female warder greeted her. "Tillingbury I presume? SIT!" Tess froze. "SIT! I said girl," barked the warder in a threatening tone, forcing Tess to sit immediately, her eyes wide with fright.
Once the formality of filling in an endless stream of forms was over and Tess was divested of her belongings, another warder entered and snapped her fingers at Tess and rudely demanded, "Up! Now! Follow me!" This warder was Ms Thorn, a formidable, tall, strong woman, who was thin lipped and glaring. Tess trembled involuntarily and stood slowly, not daring to invoke the wrath of this woman.
"I'm your personal warden. You will address me at all times as Ma'am. From this moment on, you will do exactly as your told. And, no one here is innocent!" she said with a sneer as she turned to walk towards a door. Tess followed her obediently into the next room, which was stark and cold housing not much more than a medical table, an odd looking small padded bench and a steel trolley with an assortment of boxes, jars, bowls and instruments arranged neatly on each of it's three shelves. Along the back wall was a showerhead and an open toilet. There was no privacy afforded here. In the centre of the room stood a solid matron type woman with arms folded and ready for business. No explanations given or needed, the smell of cold tar soap and disinfectant filled the air.
"Undress now, strip right off and remember to do as your told," snapped Thorn as she glanced at the Matron. Tess detected a smirk on both faces. Fear gripped her stomach and she desperately needed the loo; dare she ask? She hadn't been since before the court hearing earlier that morning and by now her bladder was pretty full. She mustered the last shred of intestinal fortitude left in her being. "P-p-please Ma'am, may I u-use the t-toilet?" Tess asked meekly.
"No you may not!" barked Thorn. Tess was shocked at the denial. Surely she couldn't refuse her such a basic right? But one look at the cruel expression on Thorn's face told Tess that she was clearly going to suffer at the hands of these two gorgons.
Thinking better of protesting, she did as she was ordered, and slowly stripped right down to expose a slim but shapely body to the two women who stood watching like a pair of hawks over a newborn lamb. "Step forward, take a hold of that bar with your bottom out and legs spread wide!" ordered Thorn. Tess stood motionless as she struggled to comprehend the command. What was to happen now?
When Tess didn't move the Matron stepped forward and immediately steered Tess into position - no words spoken. A strong hand in the middle of her back propelled Tess sharply towards a bar attached to the wall. The older woman roughly placed each of Tess' hands on the cold steel bar. Tess heard the snap of rubber gloves close behind her and the noise made her jump. "Just to make sure you have no d**gs IN you girl!" cackled Thorn. "Let's have those legs spread nice and wide." Before Tess could process the meaning of her words she felt a finger roughly inserted into her vagina, then into her rectum, both times those fingers lingered, pushing roughly into her sex. Tess was horrified and tears of embarrassment stung her eyes.
"Oh what a shame, I hate not to find anything," said Thorn sounding genuinely disappointed.
"Give me a try,” answered Matron stepping forward. "If there's anything there, I'll find it." Tess heard for a second time the sound of rubber gloves snapping into place and she cringed, anticipating another round of absolute humiliation.
Tess felt the gloved hand bearing down in the small of her back, causing her to arch her back somewhat, followed swiftly by the foreign sensation of fingers being inserted roughly and deep into her vagina, only this time making her squeal.
"Oh she was a little virgin, how sad!" The voice was taunting, and very cruel. Tess' tears slid silently down her cheeks.
"Never mind a newbie here, it's time for that hair to be removed. Get the wax ready Matron.." Tess shot her hands to her head amidst renewed cackles of laughter from the pair... She was stricken at the thought of losing her hair.
"Oh not that hair, the pubic lot. We don't want crabs brought in here. Now get on that table, legs up and wide!"
Again Tess was jolted forward, and pushed roughly up onto a genealogical style table. Before she had time to think, Matron had her legs straddled akimbo, placing each foot into a stirrup, leaving Tess thoroughly exposed in the worst way possible to the mercy of the two women. Matron positioned herself between Tess' thighs and began applying hot molten wax to her pubic region causing a new round of gut wrenching fear in Tess. Matron made quick work of applying the wax and was soon slapping on linen strips without much care or apparent concern. Once she'd completed the job both women began walking casually around Tess as she lay at their mercy, face up on the table. They commented on her body, jeering and mocking her plight, sending Tess spiralling toward a level of degradation she never even knew existed. After several minutes of taunting the girl, Matron ended her leisurely stroll back between Tess' thighs. She glared into Tess' haunted eyes as she placed a hand on the girl’s stomach, stretching the skin tight as she firmly took hold of one of the linen strips and yanked down hard.
"Arghhh!" yelled Tess as the sudden pain ripped at her mound. Instinctively her hands flew to protect the region but Thorn quick as lightning grabbed her hands mid-flight and pulled them back over Tess' head, gripping tightly. "Oh no you don't my girl. Your going to have it all off no matter what!" sneered Thorn. Tess struggled momentarily but realised her attempts to escape those talons were futile.
Matron proceeded to wrench the remaining strips from the girl's body one by one causing shrieks of pain from Tess with each vicious yank until finally every strand of hair from pubis to buttock cleft had vanished. By now Tess' tears were flowing, both from the stinging pain she felt in her pubic area and for the overwhelming sense of helplessness she now felt.
"Don't think tears will save you girl, we like to see our inmates suffer," said Thorn. Tess did not answer, but lay staring at the ceiling through tear blurred vision.
Suddenly Tess felt her feet being taken out of the stirrups and she was being hoiked down from the table and stood upright. Her head began to spin at the sudden change in position.
"A shower now for you girl, over there. Get in!" snapped Thorn loudly as she pointed toward the exposed shower. By now Tess' bladder was straining and she was nearly bursting. Several times throughout the hair removal she had involuntarily squirted small jets of pee as the pain shot through her body causing her to jump. As if reading her thoughts, "Don't dare piss in there!" warned Thorn glaring at Tess, now desperate to relieve herself.
The Matron by now had the shower water blasting and ready for Tess and was standing close by the jet of water with a long stiff brush lathered up and ready to scrub. Gingerly Tess edged her way towards the shower and to the waiting Matron. "Come on, we haven't got all day!" snapped the Matron who pushed her straight under the steaming water. Tess was almost grateful to feel the hot spray of soothing water cascade over her body and closed her eyes as she let it flow over her scalp. But her pleasure was fleeting as Matron startled her back into reality. Tess' eyes flew open as she felt a sudden grip on her upper left arm followed by the sensation of the scrubbing brush rasping its way across her back and shoulders. The action was swift and painful but Matron continued on, oblivious to the girl's wincing and obvious discomfort. There was a cruel hint of enjoyment on the Matron's face as she scrubbed her way round to the front of Tess' body, stopping briefly to run the brush back and forth over a bar of stinking coal tar soap.
Tess could hold her bladder no more and suddenly let go. A hot whoosh of urine gushed from between her thighs and tumbled down her legs toward the drain. She was helpless to stem the flow and was gripped with fear as she saw the pair stare angrily at the diminishing yellow puddle at her feet. Thorn's voice penetrated her ears. "What were you told? Answer me girl!" she boomed, her voice resounding menacingly around the room.
"Not to wee in the shower Ma'am." Tess replied meekly. She was petrified and began to tremble as she waited for the consequences.
Matron reached behind the cascade of water and immediately switched off the shower, leaving Tess standing forlornly, dripping wet and shivering.
"So, defy us would you girl?" snarled Thorn.
"I'm so sorry, Ma'am, I couldn't hold it anymore," pleaded Tess. "Being under the water was too much for me," she went on bravely.
"Quiet! You were told not to piss in the shower, and that's what we meant. So that means you've earned yourself a beating now that you'll not forget!"
"No-oooo...please," Tess howled.
"I said SILENCE! Bring her over to the bench Matron."
Matron grabbed Tess' upper arm and hauled her wringing wet over to the padded bench that the warder was also now heading for.
As Tess was dragged closer her eyes widened as she realised what the bench was for. Suddenly she understood the reason for the two different levels, one higher than the other. On each side of the bench there were leather straps attached to each level and Tess guessed they were designed to hold her into position. She prayed she was wrong. Resting on the higher level was a long thick cane and a black leather paddle. Still wet and cold Tess began to struggle as the realisation set in. "No Ma'am please not this," she pleaded still reeling from the throbbing pain in her genitalia. Surely that was punishment enough?
Her pleading went unanswered and she was pushed forward to face the bench. "Hand me those implements and then lay yourself face down girl," ordered Thorn, taking hold of one of the leather restraints in readiness. Tess handed her the implements and kneeled on the lower level, placing her torso across the higher level. Goosebumps crept over her body as her skin connected with the cold leather. The two women moved in quickly, Thorn on one side and Matron on the other, working in tandem to restrain the sobbing girl's ankles, wrists and upper thighs.
With her legs wide apart and her buttocks high, Tess lay strapped down and vulnerable, her intimate parts exposed in all their glory once again. The women stalked around her like wolves ready to pounce; one had the cane, the other the paddle.
Tess had fear like nothing she knew before. She felt sick, in pain, and so alone...
"Shout as loud as you like girl, no one will come to aid you. This is how your life's to be at our whim!" laughed Thorn as she thrashed the paddle down over Tess' pale cold cheeks.
"Argghhh!!!!" yelled Tess, as the first stroke slashed across her buttocks causing an unbelievable pain to explode throughout her whole body.
Thorn stood still and waited for the full effect of the stroke to sink in. She smiled as she watched the girl buck and writhe after the first stroke. When she was quiet, Thorn drew the paddle back across her shoulder and again brought it down hard with a loud crack.
"OWWWW!!!!" cried Tess, "STOP please! No!..." she thrashed wildly as the women stood watching in silence.
CRACK!!!
"ARGGHHH!!!" yelled Tess as the paddle fell for the third time across her naked buttocks.
CRACK!!!
"ARGGHHH!!!" screamed Tess writhing in agony, and desperately trying to twist her body away from the dreaded blows of the paddle.
Thorn was well practised and stood in silence for a minute or so after each stroke, waiting for the pain to do it's work and the girl to quieten down before she drew the next stroke. Tess' buttocks had turned the colour of beetroot and dark welts were starting to show. She was sobbing hard now and scarcely able to bear the fiery throbbing in her rear. But the punishment was far from over.
"12 strokes girl!" And you've got eight more to come." Again Thorn drew the paddle back over her shoulder and brought it down hard across Tess' tortured buttocks.
CRACK!!!
"OWWW...NO!!!!" cried Tess thrashing wildly against her restraints. Thorn was bringing down each stroke with more velocity than the last causing Tess to spasm and scream louder still with each new stroke.
By the time the twelfth and final stroke landed across her flesh Tess could barely raise a yelp, as her throat was now hoarse from yelling her way through the punishment. She had lost count of the strokes and only realised it was over when the last break was much longer than the rest. She lay sobbing in agony, her bum on fire.
After a few minutes she heard footsteps behind her and a disturbing sound she'd never heard before.
WHOOSH!!!
"Right girl, brace yourself. Your in for a caning." Thorn's voice was cold and uncaring and sent a chill racing up Tess' spine.
WHOOSH!!! Again that spine tingling sound...
Tess held her breath and waited for the blow, but none came. Her nerves began to tighten as the fear started to build once more. She couldn't believe there was more to come. Thorn was tormenting her, swinging the cane hard through the air in a deliberate act of cruel intent.
WHOOSH!!! Again Tess heard that terrible sound, but still no blow...
WHOOSH!!!
"ARRGHHH!!!" screamed Tess as the cane bit viciously into her flesh. The stroke took her totally by surprise.
WHOOSH!!!
"ARRGHHH!!!" she yelled again as the intense pain seared its way deep into her flesh.
WHOOSH!!!
"OWWWW... NO-O-O!!! PLEASE NO MORE..." she cried, straining wildly against her bonds.
WHOOSH!!!
Tess heard the loud crack as the tip of the dragon cane hit her sweet spot, catching her vulva. The extreme pain momentarily took her breath away. When she opened her mouth to scream nothing came out, just her tears flowed instead.
Her tormentors were clearly enjoying the sight of her once pale backside and tops of thighs as the flesh gradually swelled and changed from red to bruising during the course of the punishment. Still they continued to cane the hapless girl. Tess finally gave up fighting and allowed her body to remain limp throughout the remainder of the strokes.
Once Thorn had reached thirty strokes she stopped. Tess remained motionless on the bench, her buttocks thoroughly thrashed and beaten.
"That's it for now girl. Finished. Make sure you learn to do as your told from now on, or next time it'll be worse," warned Thorn. Tess lay shattered as the two women released the leather restraints.
"Up you get," she heard Thorn say. She lay there quiet as the pain continued to penetrate her inner mind and gut, as well as the flesh. Matron hoisted her up from behind and hauled her to her feet. Once upright she swayed unsteadily and dared not take a step in case it flared the pain in her rear. "Here, put these on girl." Matron thrust a pair of rough hospital style scrubs towards Tess and glared at her until the girl took them from her. There was no bra, no knickers.
Tess looked down at the shapeless garments and wondered how she'd ever drag anything over her tortured flesh. The numbness in her rear was beginning to subside, making way for the searing pain to be felt. She felt wetness seeping from her buttocks, as the blood began to trickle down her thighs.
"That was just a taste girl. Each time you break a rule or we need some entertainment, expect more," sneered Thorn as she grabbed Tess' hair and wrenched her head back to face her own cruel face. "Now's the time to show you to your cell, so be quick!"
Tess hardly knew how her legs would carry her after that terrible thrashing. She tried to take a step but they buckled under her from pain and shock. The two women grabbed an elbow each and half lifted, half dragged her towards the door. Before she knew what and where she was, she was thrown into a cell and laid face down on a bed. The cell door was locked behind her and she vaguely heard a voice say "Welcome to the house of hell doll, Jan's the name, you'll get used to this. When you toughen up they leave you be, and the next new cons get what you and me have had..."
Tess was numb and shut her eyes, perhaps when she woke this hell would be a dream...
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