Prison StrappingThe most sexually exciting and, I have to say, the mostshameful experience I have ever witnessed was the bare bottomwhipping of a young English woman at the women’s reformatory inGeorgetown, Queensland in 1948. I was just twenty five then andemployed as a security guard along with seven other guys. Therewere only 120 women prisoners in the reformatory and most of theroutine minding was done by the twenty or so female warders. Theeight men were employed primarily in case of fights betweenprisoners and to subdue any of the women who became violent,neither of which happened often. On this particular day, Ihappened to be on duty and there was a lot of excitement amongthe prisoners because it was known that one of the women was toreceive corporal punishment, a pretty rare experience so tensionwas heightened all round. I have to say there was not muchsympathy among the prisoners for the unfortunate young woman,primarily it must be said, because she was English and there wasnot much sympathy in Queensland in those days for the immigrantPoms.I hadn’t worked there long and didn’t know the woman concernedbut as I knew I’d have to take her to the punishment room, I madeit my business to find out her background. Her name was AnneCurtis and she was a thirty two year old mother of a twelve yearold boy. She and her husband had come to Australia after the warin 1946 in search of a new life and times had been hard for them,her husband finding it difficult to hold down a job.This was a common story with regard to the Poms and why we allhad so much contempt for them because they all seemed to expect aliving without working hard for it. Anyway, Anne’s husband hadgone off with some barmaid after 6 months and Anne was left withthe c***d to bring up on her own. Apparently, in desperation,she had begun to steal food and clothing from shops, waseventually caught and sentenced to 12 months in the Georgetownreformatory.On hearing all this I must admit I’d begun to feel sorry forpoor Anne, her feckless husband being the bastard who’d causedher plight. Being a Pom she had not been well treated by some ofthe other prisoners and hadn’t got much sympathy from theGovernor, Mrs Welby, when she’d reported her troubles, theGovernor saying she only had herself to blame. The fact that shewas a frequent complainant put Anne Curtis in bad odour with theGovernor and I believe that good lady was only waiting for anopportunity to really make an example of her. It was presentedwhen Anne found herself alone in the dorm with one of her fellowprisoners who was a raving dyke. The woman began to makeaggressive lesbian advances to her and, apparently, more infright than anything Anne had grabbed the empty slop bucket,hitting the woman in the face with it and causing quite a severefacial gash.Anne was sent to the Governor and despite her desperate pleasof self defence, she was found guilty of unprovoked v******etowards a fellow prisoner and sentenced to five days in solitaryconfinement to be completed, after her last night in solitary,with thirty strokes of the sturdy prison strap applied to herbare bottom. Apparently she fainted on hearing the sentence andhad to be revived with smelling salts.Flogging sentences were always carried out on a Friday morningat 9am and it was the duty of two male guards to take theprisoner to the punishment room and remain while the sentence wascarried out. There had been a minor furore over this in thenewspapers but the authorities maintained that in all cases,women sentenced to corporal punishment by the Governor had shownevidence of violent conduct both in deserving the punishment and,sometimes, violent resistance as they were being prepared forpunishment, thus prime concern was for the safety of the femaleofficers.There were reasons for the selection of a set day too,primarily the availability of someone to do the flogging. TheGovernor was quite happy to hand down corporal punishmentsentences but certainly was not prepared to get involved in theunsavoury business of carrying them out. It was originallysuggested that a female warder should apply the strap but thewarders refused to take the distasteful responsibility. Eventually it was agreed that on one set day a week, whennecessary, the police service would supply an expert, a woman whohad previous experience of applying corporal punishment in thetough Australian prison system and who was extremely happy toperform the duty.Thus Georgetown got Sergeant Beatrice Kruger, a feisty littleQueenslander of Afrikaans descent who prosecuted her duty with analmost religious zeal. Although the previous flogging had beenover a year before and thus Sergeant Kruger had not been requiredfor a long time, her reputation was legendary. I was told that,in the past, women had emerged completely naked and squealinghysterically from a punishment session with Kruger in such agonythat they were quite unable to replace any clothing. We were toldthat Sergeant Kruger passionately hated Poms too so the outlookfor poor Anne Curtis was not bright.The time for the punishment arrived and I, together with anolder colleague named Jimmy Nash, duly walked down to thesolitary wing of the reformatory at 8.50 am where Jimmy unlockedthe door of Anne’s cell. She had obviously been waiting for usin dread for as the door opened we heard a small girlish sob andthen the clearing of a throat. Anne Curtis sat hunched up on thebench by türbanlı mardin escort the cell window, her small hands clenched white in herlap and her big wide eyes filled with fear. I had seen herbefore, taking exercise, but now up close I was conscious of howattractive she was, hardly the stereotype of a violent, hardenedcriminal. She had a rich head of dark hair which formed naturalringlets around her forehead and a natural English rosycomplexion set off by those stunning blue eyes. She wore thestandard grey reformatory smock which, other than knickers andplimsoles, was the only item the prisoners were allowed to wear,all brassieres of course having been confis**ted on entry as apotential source of self harm. As she raised her body to rise onour arrival, a pair of firm full breasts were delineated againstthe material of the thin smock.I could feel my penis begin to harden as my colleague saidsharply “Come on, Curtis, time for your arse warming. Hold outyour hands for the cuffs” The tears began to roll down AnneCurtis’s face as she took in the horror of his words, then shemeekly held out her hands for the handcuffs, got up from her seatand walked between us down the corridor. She sobbed quietly allthe way, stopping only to clear her throat and ask quietly”W..will it hurt very much?” I felt so sorry for her and she wasso appealing that I almost muttered some comforting words but Icaught Jimmy’s warning expression just in time. He stopped for amoment and stared deeply and not unkindly into her eyes.”Yes, Curtis, it will hurt very much …” he said quietly ” …and you will be in so much pain after six strokes of SergeantKruger’s strap that you will be screaming for mercy but therewill be none. You must just try and breathe deeply and controlthe urge to shit …because thats how it gets them. Then youmust try and relax your bottom for the rest of the punishment butyour arse will be on fire, you will be sweating buckets and thatstrap just keeps on coming. It gets better on the last ten cos’your bum’s probably too numb to feel any more pain. You’llsurvive, k**do, but only if you resign yourself to how bad itsgonna be and deal with it!”Anne Curtis looked wide eyed in terror but managed a dignified,though sobbing “thank you” as we continued the walk to thepunishment room, arriving at one minute to nine.I was tense as Jimmy knocked peremptorily before opening thedoor for I had never been inside this room before, though nowherenear as tense as Anne Curtis who had begun to tremble from headto foot. As we walked through the door I got my first sight ofboth the whipping bench and Sergeant Beatrice Kruger. Both werea fearsome sight and I heard Anne Curtis give a sob and anotherripple of fear ran through her body as she stared in horror atthe tough muscly uniformed policewoman who was already swingingthe heavy three tailed strap against her toughened palm with asharp crack.She smiled grimly. “I see you’ve brought the Pommie bitch bangon time …” she began “…well done boys. Well, Curtis, are youlooking forward to your date with my strap? By Christ, you’regoing to get an arse roasting you’ll remember all your life! Goand stand at the end of the bench!” Anne Curtis, tremblingviolently and sobbing quietly, stood to attention at the end ofthe bench as, on instruction from Kruger, I removed herhandcuffs. The whipping bench was a bit like a gym vaultinghorse with adjustable legs to suit a prisoner’s height but with acurved and hinged leather leather cushion at one end where theprisoner stood ready to bend over. The bench then slopeddownwards so that the woman’s outstretched arms and upper bodycould be bent right forward and down then secured to straps atthe far end. Her bottom was then tight over the leather cushionpushing the buttocks apart whatever the height of the prisoner,her legs then spread slightly so that her ankles were secured toeach of the two near legs of the bench. It was not a devicedesigned to protect a woman’s modesty!I stepped back to join my colleague as Kruger walked over tothe trembling prisoner and looked her up and down, still testingthe vicious strap across her palm. “Alright Curtis …” shesnarled “…get that smock right off!”Jimmy flashed a knowing grin at me as we heard the terrifiedwoman gasp.”P..please, Maam, what ..what about the men? Surely they don’t…” but Kruger interrupted her with a grim laugh.”Oh yes they do Curtis, they stay for the entire proceedings so Ihope you’re going to give ’em a worthwhile show. After all, youare a violent criminal and you might attack me if we were alone.Now then, looks to me like a good figure under that smock butwe’ll soon see, won’t we!”Anne Curtis stood in white faced shock for a few seconds thenwith a wail of submission undid the buttons down the front,hoisted the smock over her head and let it fall to the floor. Her skin was completely white unlike most of the Australian womenin the prison and I gazed at her with ever growing lust and asevere discomfort in my pants. She was half turned away from mebut as she stood to attention, pale and trembling in just herprison issue grey cotton knickers, I could hardly resist awhistle of approval for she had a pair of the most beautifulbreasts I’d ever seen. She was almost beyond terror now andlittle mewing noises came from her mouth as she stood still, herbreasts heaving in her distress, the nipples türbanlı mardin escort bayan fully erect andblood red with shame and fear.”Very nice, Curtis …” the Sergeant said with a smirk”…perhaps I’ll take you back to solitary myself for a sessionafter we’ve finished here!” and she roared with laughter,obviously aware of her prisoner’s accusation of Lesbian assault.Anne Curtis began to weep openly, her shoulders shaking withdistress for already this was beyond her worst nightmare. I wasstruggling to keep my penis from bursting through my trousers asI watched the theatre unfold.”Alright let’s get on with the proceedings, Curtis! You knowwhat comes next. Get your knickers off!”I knew this command was coming but I gasped anyway and tried tohide the bulge in my trousers. Anne Curtis began to shake andtremble once more, her hand on the elastic of her pants,reluctant to take them down in front of us.Kruger snorted her contempt.”Oh we have a shy little Pommie bitch, do we! Whats thematter, Curtis? Afraid to show your nice big bare arse to theboys are you …or is it bending over and showing your cutelittle pussy hole that you’re so shy about ? Then again, perhapsit ain’t so little! You’ve been married haven’t you, Curtis? Got a k**? So at least one bloke’s been up it let alone seen itand a few more too I’ll be bound! Well these lads are only youngbut they’re men of the world, Curtis. You can bet they’ve cockedan eye at a few juicy cunts in their time, so yours will benothing new! Now get your knickers off before I add five strokesto your sentence for disobedience!”Anne Curtis swung round, her face red with anger, shame andindignation and she was about to reply when she saw theexpectant, challenging look on Kruger’s face. Suddenly her slimshoulders sank down in defeat and a violent fit of sobbingcoursed through her body as she turned slowly back to face thebench, raised her trembling hands to her waist and pushed herknickers down to her feet before stepping out of them.She stood there naked and crying, her shapely bare white bottomnow exposed fully to view and I began to have trouble breathing.I was ashamed to admit that the sight of Anne Curtis completelynaked, her head bowed with shame and crying with embarrassment,was an enormous turn on, my penis really tensing against mytrousers.”At last we’ve got you down to the buff Curtis …” Krugergrinned “…and very nice too! OK, boys, get her strapped down!”I felt my breathing tighten as Jimmy and I moved forward to ourprearranged positions, Jimmy behind the weeping prisoner and mein front. Anne Curtis began to tremble anew as Jimmy pushed hera step nearer to the bench and then adjusted the bench legs sothat the hinged cushion was at Anne’s hip height. Then, tellingher to get her feet apart, he secured her ankles to each leg ofthe bench before telling her to bend right forward with her armsoutstretched. Red faced she bent forwards over the cushion asordered and I took over, pulling her forwards until her breastsand stomach were flat along the leather covering of the slightlydownward sloping bench and I could secure her wrists to thestraps at the far end. The task completed, Jimmy and I movedback into position behind the secured prisoner as Beatrice Krugersmiled grimly and smacked the strap across her palm once morebefore moving into position to the side of the anguished woman’sunprotected bottom.From where I stood the view was stunning and as humiliating asit is possible to display a naked woman, my legs trembling and mypenis straining for release as I absorbed the sight. Anne Curtiswas bent over at about a 75 -80 degree angle, her legs about afoot apart, her naked bottom thrust right up and out, the shapelywhite cheeks pulled slightly open to reveal the dark bud of heranus and, beneath the thin perineum, the fully displayed fleshypink labia and the thin seam of her cunt, thick dark hairssprouting from around the area and back betwen her parted thighs.As Anne wriggled her bottom slightly in fearful anticipation, sothe cunt seam opened slightly and then closed again.The strap was incredibly heavy and I wondered what Kruger’stechnique would be as her capacity to deliver maximum pain waslegendary. I hadn’t long to wait for it seemed that Kruger’shumiliating banter was over, temporarily at least, for withpursed lips she said to Anne Curtis “Prepare yourself, girl” andI heard a muffled sob and saw the buttocks involuntarily tighten.Beatrice Kruger, her feet slightly apart, held the strap in herright hand with the business end trailing across her left palm. Suddenly with a sense of timing which would have graced aprofessional golfer, she simultaneously swivelled on her hip,released her left palm and brought back her right arm with amuscular flick of the wrist which brought the heavy strap rightup behind her like a golf club, then as it reached its optimumarc, her body swivelled back with remarkable grace and speed asher arm and wrist propelled the strap on its downward journey. It met the naked bottom with a massive thwaaack and I watched inastonishment as the two buttocks indented like craters on alandscape before resuming their shape as the strap left thetarget area. I gazed at the incredible bright crimson band thatfirst stroke left in its wake, the blush beginning to spreadacross the surface of the bottom.At first all that could be heard türbanlı escort mardin from Anne Curtis was a suckingin of breath like a choking asthmatic which slowly turned into adisbelieving wail and finally a loud and continuous scream ofanguish as the pain began to rack her nervous system. Withhardly a pause, Kruger raised the strap again swivelled anddelivered a second mighty blow very accurately indeed amillimetre below the first so that not a patch of white skincould be seen between the two crimson bars and prompting a secondalmost inhuman scream from the tormented victim. After sixstrokes, Anne Curtis’s bottom was just a scarlet map of pain andshe simply screamed in non stop anguish. Three more strokes andshe was trying to thresh in her bonds, her bottom, so limited formovement, trying to rise in agony, the bottom cheeks opening andclosing in her anguish, the puckered anus moving restlessly – areminder of Jimmy’s warning to Anne before the punishmentstarted.After six more strokes, Anne’s screams were hideous and I beganto wonder how anybody, let alone a young woman, could take thirtystrokes of this strap yet they obviously did. Her bottom was nowa mixture of scarlet and blue where deep bruising below the skinhad begun to form, the fearsome blood heat having spread to hervulva where the once pink lips were swollen and red.At this point, to our surprise, Kruger paused in herpunishment. “I’m going to pause for ten minutes, Curtis …” shesaid softly as the woman’s screams began to die down to ananguished wailing “…and I’m going to do something that butchLezzy you hit would love to have done. I’m going to massage yourarse for you. Don’t think I’m doing you any favours …” shegrinned as she began to rub the hideously bruised buttocks,hearing Anne Curtis cry out in pain “…I’m just making sure youfeel the next fifteen just as much as you felt the last ones! And by Christ, you felt the last ones, didn’t you, Curtis! I’msure you won’t be back for another dose of this, will you girl?”and the anguished woman shook her head in frantic affirmation,too exhausted and agonised to speak.After she had massaged the bottom for five minutes and Anne’swails had died to choking sobs, Kruger bent over her and grinned.”If I’d have had my way, Curtis, do you know what I’d have donethis morning? I’d have got your little twelve year old offschool and I’d have brought him up here. Just in case he’s gotany ideas about following in your criminal footsteps, I’d havelet him watch his mother lying over the bench bare arse nakedshowing the lot then getting the tanning of her life andscreaming the place down. I think that might have stopped anybright ideas, don’t you Curtis?” but the stricken woman justlowered her head and cried in shame.Eventually the massage stopped and Kruger repeated the order”Prepare yourself!” but this time, instead of the choking sob itwas met with an anguished half turn of the head and a cry of “Ohmercy, dear God, please no more!” for now Anne Curtis did notneed to imagine the pain.Kruger’s answer was to swivel on her hip and deliver analmighty blow to the throbbing bruised backside which had AnneCurtis howling again in anguish. The punishment continued with nolet up, the heavy strap brought down hard across the entiresurface of the woman’s already bruised and tortured bottom untilthe final stroke of the strap whipped across the junction ofAnne’s bottom and thighs, provoking a scream which nearly tookthe roof off.The job completed, Kruger wasted no further time but put downthe strap, shook our hands and with only a peremptory glance atthe anguished piece of throbbing bruised meat she had left lyingacross the bench, she left the room in order to report to theGovernor after a brief piece of advice to leave Anne where shewas for five minutes to let her heart rate and pulse come back tonormal before releasing her. Eventually we released Anne Curtisand she could hardly stand let alone put her clothes on, so likeso many before her she was carried stark naked back to herdormitory and put face down on her bed as the other girlsgathered round and cried out in horror at the state of herbottom. In a perverse way, I believe Anne’s life improved forthe rest of her stay, the previous enmity from the other girlsapparently evaporating in a wave of sympathy for the tormentshe’d been through.I was still shaking with shame and sexual arousal afterwitnessing such a punishment when Jimmy and I left the dormitoryto resume our normal duties. As we reached the main reception, webumped into Beatrice Kruger who was about to leave the buildingand return to her police duties. She was all smiles and nudgedmy arm knowingly.”Got you going, didn’t it young Billy boy, seeing Curtisgetting her nice big arse warmed. I could see it standing up forfine weather. Well nothing wrong with that for a healthy lad…” as I blushed in confusion and Jimmy smiled “…and she’s anice looking bit of stuff alright. She’ll do you well in bed…though you might have to wait a few hours …” and she laughedaloud as my face burned and slapped me on the shoulder “…but Ireckon she’s a juicy bit of cunt from what I could see! I tellyou something for nothing and I’ve been strapping girls and womenhere for twelve years. You’ve heard the old red sky at nightshepherd’s crap right? Well here’s something even more reliablefor 95% of ’em! Red hot arse in the morning, red hot cunt atnight. Takes ’em eight hours or so to get over the worst of thestrap and then their pussies are itching for it. You mark mywords, if you don’t get in there tonight son, those lezzies willhave a field day! There won’t be much resistance, she”ll wantit filling tonight, you can bet!” and with a grin she departedleaving me in helpless confusion and Jimmy laughing his socksoff.