The cafeteria was a bustle of inmates grabbing breakfast before the day’s routine of exercises, chores and lectures really got started. Margo had her usual scrambled eggs and toast and cringed as she tried the coffee again, “Holy fuck, it must take real skill to make coffee this awful.”
Amanda sipped her tea and giggled as she saw the American woman shudder, “Aw c’mon Margo, it can’t be that bad.”
The blonde woman grimaced as she took another sip, before leaning close to stealthily murmur, “It’s fucking ghastly, but if it’s a choice between this and no coffee at all I guess I’ll just have to grin and bear it.”
Partly to distract herself from the truly horrendous beverage Margo looked about the cafeteria. The room was painted in some supposedly soothing pastel colour and continually monitored by ever-watchful CCTV cameras. In addition, a couple of Wardens wandered between the large tables warily keeping an eye on the inmates for infractions or signs of rebellion. The tables and benches were durable heavy-duty fixtures that were bolted to the floor as a precautionary measure and the inmates ate from plastic bowls using a spork that they garnered from the basins set at the ends of the serving counters.
One woman had obviously been caught committing some small sin or perhaps been heard making an unwise comment as she was unceremoniously bent over the table by a Warden, her lower quarters stripped, and she squealed as her bare derriere was dealt the usual half dozen strokes with a tawse that seemed to be standard punishment for minor infractions. The sound of the leather belt cracking across her bare buttocks, her yelps and cries of distress mixed with the mundane noises of inmates chatting and eating, and Margo shook her head.
It was almost surreal.
“Mind you,” Margo swallowed as she realised that watching the young woman’s rather pert little butt turning a cute shade of pink as the strap was skillfully wielded had induced a warm and strangely tingling feeling in her lower regions, while the tears on the girls face just made her want to go over and cuddle the poor creature. It was more than just a little disconcerting.
She flushed guiltily and had to almost drag her eyes away from the scene only to find that one of her hands had almost unconsciously drifted down to the front of her overalls.
Clearing her throat uncomfortably she deliberately put both hands on the tabletop and concentrated on the awful coffee, while trying hard to ignore the knowing smile spreading across Amanda’s cheeky face.
The girl leaned close, “Enjoy that did you?”
“No! It’s just… um…”
The girl giggled, “I bet you spanked that little slave girl of yours, didn’t you?”
Margo blushed an almost alarming shade of red as she let her forehead drop to the tabletop to hide her face, “Oh, God…”
Amanda leaned close and her eyes twinkled, “I bet you just loved playing with her cute little arse, didn’t you?”
“Oh, please don’t, I feel awful about… Oh!”
Margo started when she felt the younger woman’s hand sliding along the inside of her thigh and come to rest lightly between her legs.
The girl turned to her and gave her a deliberately guileless and innocent smile that was utterly at odds with her lascivious behavior as she whispered, “You can admit it now, or you can admit it later, but trust me, if you make me wait, I’m going to go down on you until you scream,” she shrugged and waggled her eyebrows in a comic leer, “mind you, I’m going to do that anyway.”
As she spoke, she stroked her hand surreptitiously between the womans thighs eliciting a small whimpering gasp, “Ah, oh my! Amanda… F-fuck… W-what’s got into you?”
Amanda continued to make the woman squirm by slowly and stroking her hand across the front of her prison overalls and chuckled darkly, “Do you really want to know? Well, Margo, I’m doing this for you.”
“Wha…?”
“You’ve been endlessly beating yourself up about this girl, about how you forced her into your bed, yes? In fact, there’s not a day gone by here when you’ve not whinged about it. Well, I’m going to do it to you tonight. I’m going to use you like a ragdoll. I’m going to make you do whatever the Hell I want and if you give me any backchat, I’ll put you over my knee. In fact, I’ll probably do that anyway, well, depending on how badly off we are after we get our arses thrashed this evening that is.”
“B-but, why?”
“Truly? Because I think you need it. I think it will make you feel better,” she grinned mischievously, “and because I think it’ll be fucking awesome! And I really, really want to see your face when you finally break.”
She rested a hand on Margo’s arm and squeezed, and her voice softened, “But, mostly because I care about you, and I want you to start feeling good about yourself.”
Margo sniffed, “I think that’ll be a long time coming.”
“We’ll see.”
Over in the far corner of the room June and Ellie, the inmates from the next cell, were consoling each other. June was wearing nothing but her bra and knickers with her arms around Ellie, who had just been escorted back from the gymnasium and now sat weeping piteously with her head in her hands and shoulders shaking as she sobbed, even as she squirmed in obvious pain and discomfort.
Margo got up and went over to the table. June looked up and blushed immediately as one of her arms crossed unconsciously over her bra-covered breasts, “Um, hi?”
Licking her lips nervously the American woman gave her a self-conscious smile, “Hey, um, look there’s a jar of cold cream in our cell, it’s on the shelf. You can go help yourself if you like, just… uh, just don’t use it all. I think me and Amanda are going to be needing some ourselves before long.”
“Thanks Margo,” she sniffed, “God, I must look a fucking state parading about in my knickers like a slapper.”
“I think you look cute, besides, it’s no different than being on the beach.”
June laughed, “You’d be more like to need a thermal vest rather than a bikini if you fuck about on the beaches here Margo, but it’s kind of you to say so. You okay if we head off and grab that cream? I think Ellie could really use it.”
Margo nodded as she helped June get the distressed woman up onto her feet, “Sure, no problem.”
“Cheers hen.”
“Hen?”
“It’s like saying “thanks dearie”, only in Weegie and not Yankspeak.”
“Weeg…? You know, forget I asked. This is one of those two languages separated by a great big fucking ocean things, isn’t it?”
“Only two? You’re just no trying quine.”
“Qui…? Nope! Not falling for it. Go have fun with the cold cream.”
“Thanks, wifey.”
Margo just shook her head as June giggled and with a grateful nod she led her friend away in search of the much-needed relief. As she passed Ellie sniffed and gripped her arm, “Thank you.”
After breakfast the inmates puffed and panted through the morning exercise period, where they spent an hour out on the track. The fact that it was a cold, miserably wet morning didn’t seem to bother the Phys Ed. instructor in the least, and by the time they hit the showers they were soaked to the skin and shivering.
The communal showers didn’t offer much in the way of modesty, but at least the water was hot and the dozen women in the unit joked and giggled as steam filled the room.
Margo yelped as a warm hand suddenly squeezed her butt and she whirled round with a yelp, half expecting that Amanda had taken to being playful again.
The dark-haired ragamuffin before her grinned cheerfully and cackled at her reaction, “Nice arse, Yank. Those marks are almost healed up.”
Margo hadn’t seen the irascible little recidivist since that day in custody when they had all been caned and she felt herself smiling.
“Jeannie! I’ve not seen you since we got here, where have you been?”
“Same as always. I usually end up spending at least the first week in the infirmary cos of the withdrawals. Ye ken fit-like.”
“You okay?”
“Still getting the shakes most nights, but I’m no bad. Fit about you? Shagged that treehugger yet?”
Amanda leaned over with a grin, “She’s still feeling guilty, but I’m going to sort her out tonight.”
“Good lass, so if I hear screaming it’s a sign it’s all going well then?”
“Yup.”
Ignoring Margo’s utter mortification Jeannie did the unthinkable and just shouted out, “Hey, Amanda’s shagging Margo the night! I’m opening a pool on how many times she gets off. Any takers?”
The American hung her head with a resigned groan at the answering cheers and shouts of encouragement, “Oh for fucks sake.”
One sizeable woman with arms like a weightlifter and breasts like bowling balls wandered over casually and gave them all a toothless grin, “Oh aye? Fits the scoop then?”
Jeannie pursed her lips thoughtfully, “Okay, we all put in one pudding from lunch and the one who guesses closest takes all,” she smiled mischievously, “minus my commission for being the instigator… Er, I mean organiser, and of course one for Amanda for doing all the work like. Um, in the event of a draw the winnings get split equally. How’s that?”
The woman eyed up both Amanda and Margo speculatively, “Sound okay, she’s no bad looking, I wouldna mind shaggin her myself. Um, fits the treehugger like? She good wi her tongue? I’m telling ye, if I had a cutie like her in ma cell she’d have learned to breath through her ears by now.”
Jeannie gasped in mock protest as she quickly put a hand over Amanda’s mouth to stifle her cry of mortified outrage, “What! A sophisticated young thing like her? I bet she’ll be in there like a ferret up a drainpipe. Plus, just look at the Yank, she’s obviously gagging for it.”
Margo simply gaped, and like Amanda she blushed furiously.
“Fair enough. Put me doon fer three,” she looked to Amanda and her eyes narrowed menacingly, “You better ken fit yer dein and put the effort in quine or I’m no gonna be very happy.”
“Um yes ma’am.”
Jeannie pushed her way forward with a smile, “Now Jessie, gonnae no scare the lass. It might adversely affect her, uh, performance.”
“Fine, just mind fit I said. I like my puddin, so ye better have this lanky bitch squawking tonight or you’ll be licking the bogs clean the morra I’m warnin ye.”
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