“Oh certainly, just a jiffy.”
Margo started as the nurse leaned close and ran gentle fingers across her posterior, “Hmm, oh yes. She’s clearly been caned recently, obviously a professional job and not some sexual foreplay, although,” Margo cried out in surprise as the woman’s fingers slid between her thighs and stroked along the folds of her pussy, “yes, as I suspected from the flushed appearance, excessive lubrication and tactile reaction, she’s clearly in a high state of sexual stimulation.”
Margo stammered, “Um, n-nurse?”
The woman looked up from her examination, still absent-mindedly stroking her curved posterior, “Nice skin, and clearly sensitive. Hmm? Oh, sorry. Yes, dearie?”
“W-why is that important?”
“The state of sexual stimulation? Oh, well when a person is aroused it causes certain biological processes to take place and certain parts of your… um, anatomy, becomes increasingly sensitive as a result. Should a Punishment Officer inadvertently strike such an area as you thrash about it could cause significant pain and even potential injury. I’d be duty bound to stop the procedure immediately at least temporarily in such an event, so I’m professionally obliged to let her know,” she gave Margo a small smile and a helpless shrug, “I’m sorry if it was embarrassing, but I needed to check.”
Margo nodded in shamefaced gratitude, “Um, thanks, I guess.”
The nurse smiled and returned to her examination, “So, yes, a professional job, very nice, you can see the marks are mostly parallel with almost no overlap, excellent work. I’d say a Judicial Punishment of some kind carried out more than a week ago. At least a dozen strokes, all healing quite nicely. Yes, dearie, they pose no impediment, and, in my judgement, she’s fit for punishment.”
Gail nodded, “Thank you.”
Penny didn’t move and continued to stare at the trainee expectantly.
“Um?”
The nurse sighed, “Would you like me to enter my appraisal and the results of my examination into the custody medical record ma’am?”
“Oh! Yes please.”
“Very good ma’am.”
“Ma’am?”
The nurse chuckled, “You’re the Punishment Officer, you’re in charge dearie.”
Gail shook her head and muttered, “Doesn’t fucking feel like it…”
“What?”
“Um, nothing, yes, thank you nurse.”
The trainee cast a nervous glance at Warden McCulloch as she moved back into position and almost gingerly moved her tawse to the ready position.
Taking her cue McCulloch nodded to Warden Taylor who was standing nearby. She was a lean athletic looking woman with hawkish features. She eyed the trainee and her mouth curled into a sardonic smile as she solemnly intoned, “Margo DeVries, having been sentenced to twelve strokes of the tawse for the crime of being such a lewd and thoroughly libidinous woman, and there being no medical or other impediment barring the execution of sentence, said punishment shall be carried out forthwith.
Nodding to Gail she finished the obviously well-practiced declaration with a flourish, “Punishment Officer, carry out your duty.”
Gail swallowed, “Yes, ma’am.”
Determined not to look the fool the young trainee drew back her arm and with a grunt of effort she let fly!
Margo flinched, but instead of feeling the burning touch of the tawse, the smack of Gail’s wrist being caught by Warden McCulloch echoed around the gym and Margo blinked, “Jesus, she’s fast.”
“No. This is what’s really causing your problems, Gail. We’re carrying out a lawfully mandated sentence, not trying to torture the woman. Your nerves are making you try overly hard and that’s partly my fault today, but you did the same thing during your assessment,” she smiled and looked into the younger woman’s eyes, “relax, you can do this.”
As she spoke, she removed the tawse from the trainee’s grasp and almost gently led her back to the vacant punishment bench, “Look, you can’t just thrash the woman full pelt. That could lead to excessive bruising, breaking the skin and causing unnecessary injury. We’re here to punish according to the law, it’s meant to hurt and to be a lesson, but not to cause harm and instill hatred for us, and for the system.”
As she maneuvered Gail back over the bench she continued to explain, “Plus, you couldn’t keep it up. You might end up dealing with a dozen subjects in a day, you’d be bloody knackered before you got half-way through. Your rhythm and the force used would be all over the place as you got tired. Which means some subjects might get a serious beating while others got off lightly, and that level of unfairness is just not acceptable.”
Looking at the tawse in her hand she sniffed, “Your strokes must be measured, regular and consistent. Hard enough to make the necessary point but not so vicious as to inflict injury,” she looked across the room, “Warden Taylor, would you please demonstrate.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Moving to the side of the trainee the younger Warden took her position, “Stand with feet slightly more than shoulder width apart, strong foot slightly forward. Draw back your arm and remember, when you deliver it, that most of the force comes not from the arm, but from the hips. Aim your stroke, and after you strike take a moment. It’s not to draw things out, but to assess the effect upon the subject. You don’t want to break skin, or overlap too many blows, though that can be difficult depending on the number of strokes and, well, the size of the target.”
She looked back to McCulloch who nodded.
Drawing back her arm Warden Taylor administered a half-dozen strokes to the trainee. She swung with the steady regular unhurried rhythm of a metronome and each blow cracked across the womans curved posterior with an almost shocking sound, eliciting pained yelps and cries of distress from the girl. But to her credit she didn’t break position or try to rise, and Margo was almost sure she saw a fleeting look of approval on the stern face of Warden McCulloch.
“Up you get lass, take a moment to compose yourself. I know it stings, but you’re not hurt, and that’s entirely the point.”
Gail had to turn away to hide the tears in her eyes and she rubbed the scarlet cheeks of her bottom as she took deep breaths and tried not to blubber.
Margo flushed in guilty shame as she realised that looking at the red marks the tawse had left on the woman’s still quivering backside had made her almost breathless and if she could move, she would have squirmed as she felt the increasingly moist warmth spreading from between her thighs, “Fuck! What’s happening? Am I getting off on this?”
Nurse Penny moved closer, and Margo hissed as she felt the woman’s hand slithering along and under the curve of her posterior where her cunning fingers gently, but firmly stroked along her sex.
Margo stifled a whimper and the woman grinned happily as she mused and continued her teasing, “Mmmhmmm my, my, you really are quite stimulated, aren’t you?”
McCulloch looked up, “What’s that Nurse?”
“Oh, nothing, just carrying out a supplementary examination to confirm my original assessment, seeing as we had a spare moment that is.”
“Any issues?”
Margo’s hands clenched tightly into fists, and she felt the muscles of her body tensing with effort to stifle her gasps as the fiendish woman deftly and surreptitiously inserted a finger knuckle-deep into her and moved it in a slow and deliciously tortuous circular motion that had the bound woman very nearly screaming with pleasure.
The nurse took off her glasses with one hand and smiled innocently even as her intruding finger gently churned Margo’s insides into a furnace, “Oh, I don’t think there’s anything worth mentioning,” she looked down at Margo, “do you dearie?”
The American woman shook her head urgently and tried desperately not to moan out loud.
“Tell you what Warden, if it’s in order once we’re done here, I think it might be worthwhile if I carried out a more thorough examination in the nurse’s station, just to be safe of course, I don’t envisage finding anything untoward, but best to certain.”
“Hmm, aye, well she did look a wee bit flushed when she came in, I suppose. We’re safe to continue though, yes?”
“Indeed, oh yes, nothing at all to worry about,” she grinned, “I’m sure I’ll get to the bottom of whatever it is.”
“Very good then. You know best, I’m sure I can leave her in your capable hands.”
Penny leaned close to the bound woman and whispered, “Oh, I think we can agree on that, don’t you Margo?”
Sweating with the effort of clenching her teeth to avoid howling like some lust-crazed banshee, the woman’s only reply was a pitiful whimper.
The nurse chuckled and gently slid her hand free from the heat between the woman’s thighs before surreptitiously wiping her drenched fingers across the smooth soft skin of Margo’s derriere, leaving a tantalizing wet smear.
Warden Taylor moved to the young trainee and wiped the tears from her face, “It’s okay, you did well, we know you can do this. You ready to give it another go?”
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