Another week past and still Edward had failed to run into Miss Brown at school. What a pity some of the staff couldn't be ill, so she could be called in. He felt like pushing some of the old dears down the stairs so they would need to take a week off, in the vague chance of getting her back to fill in for classes.
His nights were filled with images of her, as he reached once more for his cock. In fact, it seemed to spend more time stiff than limp these days. He wondered whether he was a sex maniac or something, as he could barely keep it down.
The following Saturday, Edward made his way once more to the Correction center. The day was bright and sunny, and smiling to himself he walked towards the front steps. It didn't take him long to reach his uncles office, where once more Fiona, his secretary, was sat. She smiled and exchanged small talk with him.
He could barely think what to reply, as his mind was fixed on the possibility of seeing his teacher again. Finally the door opened and Uncle Jack appeared.
"Hi Edward, how are you?"
"Fine Uncle, what are we up to today?"
"Eager as always, It's amazing how much energy youngsters have today isn't it Fiona?"
"Absolutely, my nephews are always on the go." She replied.
"Actually Edward, I know it's a bit of a nuisance, but I have organized a short demonstration of prison procedure, which starts in just a short while. I'll have to look in to see if it's going OK, then afterwards we can go for a snack, is that OK? You might even find it interesting."
Edwards hopes fell a bit, why would he want to see a demo of in-prison procedures? All he wanted was to see his teacher again, preferably stark naked. Still if Uncle Jack thought it might be interesting then maybe he should show some enthusiasm.
"OK Uncle Jack, that'll be fine."
"Good, then we'd better get going, we don't want to be late."
As they walked through the building, Uncle Jack chatted to Edward asking him about his week and if he had heard from his parents, which of course he had, as they phoned almost every night to make sure he was alright. Anyone would think he was a twelve year old. Edward wondered what they would think if they knew he had been fucking his teacher. He smiled at the thought.
They carried on small talking until Uncle Jack stopped before a pair of double doors.
"Right, here we are, let's go in."
Edward followed his uncle into the room where there were already at least twenty men sat talking in a semi-circle around a small podium. They turned round and the room quieten as they saw Edwards Uncle.
"Carry on men, no need to be quiet on my account."
There were quiet chuckles as the talking started up again. Uncle Jack led Edward to the front row where they sat down. Edward wondered what it was all about, "what's the demonstration about Uncle?"
"Oh, you'll see in a minute. I'm sure you won't be disappointed." He said as he turned to talk to the man on his other side.
Edward looked around the room at the men. There was a mix of uniform and plain clothes of all ages. Down one side of the room ran windows which brightly lit the room. He could see several other high rise buildings next door and over the city sky line. On the podium there was a small table and a horizontal steel bar about waist height which Edward wondered about.
The door opened, and as one, the men turned to see a young women being led in. To Edwards surprise and delight it was Miss Brown, who did not seem happy to be here.
On either side of her, two officers held her arms, just above the elbow, and her hands behind her back. As they walked through the men towards the podium, Edward could see that she was handcuffed. Following the three was a senior officer, carrying a bag.
They stepped onto the podium, where the men turned Miss Brown around to face the room, as the officer placed the bag on a the table.
She was smartly dressed in a dark blue suit over a white polar necked jumper, not unlike the type of clothes she wore to school. She stood pale faced and looked slowly around the room her head slightly lowered. Her gaze found Edward and seemed about to say something, but obviously thought better, and quickly looked away. Edward smiled to himself wondering what was going to happen, he knew from other experiences with his Uncle that he was going to enjoy it.
"Good afternoon gentlemen, I am going to give you a demonstration on searching prisoners for any illegal items. This is described in the manual, but here we find it more effective to show it done in the flesh as it were," there were sniggers from around the room.
"Normally, we would use a training mannequin, but as we have at our disposal several WACS women it makes it more real, and of course more enjoyable.
The men chuckled and murmured agreement amongst themselves.
"When starting a search you have to assess whether the prisoner needs to be either cuffed, or gagged, the latter to stop them possibly biting you. Fortunately we can proceed without these as the prisoner is already compliant. So if my assistants would be so kind as to remove the cuffs, we can get on."
One of the men reached into his pocket and taking out a bunch of keys released Miss Brown's wrists. She briefly rubbed them before stand with her hands lightly held together in front, staring into the distance.
"Firstly, we do a pat down to make sure there are no obvious weapons on the prisoner, lift your arms 6."
Miss Brown did as she was told, as the man came round behind her. He rubbed his hands down her arms down the side of her body to the bottom of her skirt, before rubbing them over her back and across her buttocks as he held her by the shoulder. He then ran his arms down her front cupping her breasts and squeezing them through the jacket. Miss Brown blushed and not for the last time today. He continued down running his hands down across her crutch pushing in to feel her thighs to the bottom of her skirt again.
"Nothing hiding there, nothing that we can feel anyway, so we now go onto the next step."
"Take off your jacket 6."
Miss Brown did as he asked, and handed it to his outstretched hand. Underneath she was wearing a sleeveless white jumper that clung to her breasts outlining their fullness. Breasts that Edward had seen before and hoped he would see again. Was it his imagination or could he faintly see her nipples through the white material, although she seemed to be wearing a bra as her breasts stayed firmly place as she moved. He must be imagining it, as he had dreamt about them often enough.
As the officer showed the group how to check the jacket, Uncle Jack leaned over and spoke quietly to Edward. "Has your Miss Brown been at school this week?"
"No, more's the pity Uncle."
