Gail had kept her rhythm and the strokes fell evenly, so the torture lasted less than a minute, but Margo was still squirming and panting by the time the strap had blazed across the reddening cheeks of her ass for the sixth time.
A signal from Taylor brought a halt to the strokes and the woman stepped close to examine the evidence of Gail’s handiwork. The light stroke of a finger traced lightly along one of the reddening stripes on her posterior brought a hiss from Margo’s lips as the explosion of sensation to her already wildly stimulated nether regions dragged a desperate moan from her and her body thrashed helplessly, “Oh, God…”
Taylor nodded in appreciation, “Oh, nicely done Gail, you kept your rhythm, and each stroke was delivered well and to good effect,” her lips curled in a wicked smile as she stroked her fingers across the marks again, “wouldn’t you agree, Margo?”
The bound woman whimpered as she shook helplessly.
Taylor drew a resigned breath and sighed, “Mind you…”
Gail looked up in alarm, “What?”
“Well, look at the marks Gail, they’re nicely red and there’s little bruising which shows that the correct amount of force was used. But they’re not as nicely parallel as they should be and there’s significant overlap. That means a few of the strokes struck across the same place, and that can raise welts and even cause scarring. So, your technique has improved drastically, but your aim needs a little work.”
Tears began to appear in the younger woman’s eyes as Taylor led her gently back to the vacant punishment bench, “Let’s see if we can help you out with that.”
Once the girl had been bent back across the bench Taylor gently stroked her bottom and spoke soothingly to her, “Hey, don’t cry, this won’t be so bad. You’re doing really well, and you’ve made such a lot of progress already, okay.”
Gail sniffed back her tears and nodded.
Taylor gestured for Warden Cassidy to approach, before turning back to the trainee, “Lean forward a bit Gail, and grab the handles on the frame, there you go, that’s a good girl, oh, that’s lovely.”
She leaned close, and pushed an errant lock of hair from the womans face and smiled, “So, Gail, I watched you measuring your swing on the first stroke, and it landed perfectly, but then you just repeated your swing without making any adjustments, so it’s not surprising that most of the impacts were all in roughly the same place, understand?”
The woman nodded.
“Right, so what you need to do is make a “pattern” if you will. Some of us go from top to bottom, some the other way round, while others put a stroke up top, then another down low and then sort of fill in the gap between the two as it were. The difficulty can vary depending on the size of the um, “target area.” Your bottom for instance is just gorgeous, but it’s hardly the largest, so if we were to give you say a good thirty strokes…”
Gail whimpered
Taylor stroked her hair, “Oh, don’t worry, we’re not going to do anything like that, just a few, to make sure you take the lesson on board is all.”
The young woman almost slumped in relief, “T-thank you.”
“Oh Gail! You must think we’re punishing you. We’re not, you know. If we didn’t think you had it in you to get through this and learn then you wouldn’t have four of us here taking time trying to help you. After all, my shift finished an hour ago, I could have been at home in my fluffy slippers, eating a Chinese take-out, drinking my wine and watching a movie by now. But instead, I’m here for you.”
With a muffled sob, Gail started to cry.
Taylor continued to stroke the woman’s hair and gave her a few moments to compose herself again before wiping away the tears with a tissue and a smile, “There you go, Gail. It’s okay, really. This might be a little painful, and you’ll blush a few times, but I won’t let anyone actually hurt you.”
Taking the tissue she held it to the young woman’s face, “Here, blow your nose. Better? Ready to continue? Good girl.”
Standing back up Taylor drew a breath and let her gaze linger on the pretty young trainee before sighing wistfully and continuing her lecture.
“So, as I was saying, an experienced Officer like Rowan here can work a pattern pretty much by eye, but you might need to measure your distances and all that between strokes. There’s no shame in that, and you’ll get more accurate with practice.”
She looked back to Warden Cassidy, “What’s you plan, Rowan?”
The other Warden grinned as she eyed up pert cheeks of the girls upturned bottom, “I think for the purposes of the lesson I’ll keep it simple, just work from top to bottom,” she grinned, “and maybe finish up with a diagonal stroke if she blubbers too much.”
“That’s a bit mean.”
“You’re too soft.”
“I’ll remember you said that next time we’re training Rowan.”
“Promises, promises.”
McCulloch cleared her throat, “Unless you two miscreants want me to be the one demonstrating my technique with a cane on the pair of you, I suggest we move on.”
“Yes, Warden!”
Taylor looked abashed, “Sorry Rowan, I know you’re not mean.”
“It’s okay Jess, I was being a bitch. Don’t worry, I’ll take it easy.”
With a grateful smile Taylor turned back to Gail, “So, there, did you feel Rowan touching your butt just lightly with the strap, that’s her measuring up for the first stroke.”
“Y-yes.”
“Good, so, here goes,” she nodded to her colleague.
Rowan was an experienced Officer, and she was damned good with a tawse. If she wanted, she could have crisscrossed the young woman’s bottom with a thoroughly scalding pattern of strokes, but she didn’t.
Instead, she took her time, and using only moderate force brought the strap down upon the girl’s posterior in an almost perfect pattern of six neat stripes. In between each swing she would deliberately reach out to touch her target and measure the distance as she adjusted her aim.
After each stroke Taylor would lightly trace the hot red marks with her fingertip, “That’s one here, and here, and another one there, see, all in a nice pattern. Just… lovely.”
By the time she was done Gail had forgotten to cry and instead was gasping each time the woman touched her as the intense sensations of mixed pain and pleasure burned through her like a wildfire. She found herself moaning, “Oh, God, p-please, s-stop. I’m going to… F-fucking cu… Oh!”
She whimpered as Jess pulled her fingers back, “Not now Gail,” she leaned close and whispered, “but maybe later, yes?”
Standing nearby Rowan had to turn her face away to hide her wide grin at the girl’s almost frantic nodding while Warden McCulloch rolled her eyes with a long-suffering sigh.
Sitting on an exercise bench off to one side and feeling just a little left out, Amanda desperately squeezed her thighs together and, not for the first time that evening, wondered if anyone would notice if she slipped a hand down the front of her overalls.
Standing the wide-eyed woman back up Taylor grinned, “There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
Gail blushed an amazing shade of red and having seemingly lost the capacity for speech could only nod.
McCulloch moved forward, “If you two have quite finished, maybe we can see if Gail can demonstrate that technique on the subject perchance?”
Rowan smirked, “I think Jess is hoping she’ll demonstrate the technique on her a bit later Warden.”
“Not that technique you lascivious wee cow. Though I’m pretty sure you’re right enough, but you know damned well what I mean.”
Over the next hour Margo and Amanda both received their full allotment of strokes as Gail was put through her paces. But despite the quite thorough thrashing they both received it was never as “full on” as they had expected, and they survived the evening with little more than a deliciously red posterior and the need for a good cry.
As Amanda was released from the punishment bench Warden McCulloch grinned, “Well that’s that, ladies. Thank you for your participation, and good to my word that’s each of you absolved of three demerits.”
Smiling wolfishly, she picked up a cane from the table, “Unless….”
Margo almost whimpered, “Unless w-what?”
Well, it seems inmate Bailey still has two demerits outstanding. I think six with the cane would take care of that rather nicely, don’t you.”
Amanda blanched, “B-but that would hurt like a bastard! I-I mean, shit, sorry, but…”
McCulloch chuckled, “I know exactly what you mean young lady, but,” she brandished the cane in her hand, and it swished through the air with a menacing hiss, “this is actually a “mark three training implement”. It’s for practice so it’s significantly lighter and more supple than a real cane. Properly applied it would certainly still sting I’m sure, but it’s nothing like the real thing. You see, despite our efforts there are limited opportunities to practice the art of the cane upon live subjects. So if you agree to submit to Miss Valentine, for her edification then I could see myself wiping off the last two demerits, and you know what? You’ve both been such good sports I think I might just miss out your cell tomorrow when it comes to morning inspection, so you can have a bit of a lie-in,”
The woman grinned and her normally cold eyes twinkled with what looked like genuine good humour, “After all, from what I hear of your plans for the evening, you’ll both be quite tired I imagine.”
Margo flushed, “Oh God, you know about that?”
“My dear, I make it my business to know everything that goes on in here.”
As she spoke, she gave the nurse a meaningful look and the woman swallowed nervously.
Turning back to Margo she smiled mischievously, “I’m down for three by the way.”
“I’ll do it!”
Amanda blurted it out before she could change her mind and the warden nodded.
“Splendid.”
It really didn’t take that long and soon enough a cluster of women gathered around the punishment bench where Amanda blubbered and sobbed piteously.
Jess reached around the trainee and squeezed her shoulders, “Now that is a gorgeous pattern!”
Rowan nodded her agreement and even Mrs. McCulloch added her grudging admiration, “Not bad, and it only took three strokes to motivate her.”
Gail smiled shyly and flushed at the compliment even as one of her hands rubbed gently at the three parallel stripes that now decorated her reddened and well tenderized posterior.
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