WACS – Weekend Alternative Corrective System
It was late Saturday morning, and coming straight from school sports still dressed in his school uniform, Edward stamped up the steps of the Dept of Correction. He was a typical gangly, eighteen year old, all arms and legs, with a few pimples to boot. He was in his last year, with all the attitudes of his generation. Today though, he was just another nephew visiting his Uncle, who just happened to be the chief correctional officer for the region.
His uncle had phoned the previous evening to suggest they went out for lunch. Edward thought that would be great, as with both his parents away on business in the States for a month, looking after himself meant lots of chips and beans.
The Correction centre was a large rambling complex covering an entire city block, but as it was not the first time he had been in the building, he knew the way to his uncle's office. The place was busy, with officers in uniform and plain clothes, working away at desks or talking in small groups. Nobody paid him any heed as they knew who he was from previous visits. Finally, he reached his uncle's office.
Fiona, his uncle's secretary, smiled as she looked up to see Edward. After a short conversation she said there was somebody with him at the moment, but he would not be long and indicated for him to sit down. He slumped in a chair and picked up one of the many magazines from a small table. It was the police magazine "In Cuffs", with lots of pages about arresting procedures and drug busts. He flicked the pages over, chuckling at the pages of the losers, men and women, seen in custody, handcuffed and restrained as they were being led away. He flicked through more pages, and was about to pick up another magazine when the door to his uncle's office opened. A police officer came through and walked out.
"Your uncles free now Edward, just go in, he is expecting you," she smiled.
"Thanks, Fiona."
He went in.
"Edward, how are you, I hope you're hungry," his uncle said as he closed a file on his desk.
Edward's uncle was a big, imposing man, with broad shoulders and a grizzled face. Dressed in his commissioner's uniform, he was the classic figure of authority. So it was surprising that Edward got on so well with him. Maybe he seemed to understand what teenagers were like, as opposed to his parents who had no idea at all. He had shared a beer with him on several occasions.
"Yeah, so where are we going?"
"There's a little place around the back I go to, when I want to get away from here, they do a good pizza, interested?"
"Sure."
"Ok, I'll just grab my phone and we'll be off."
On leaving his office, Uncle Jack told his secretary he would be out for a couple of hours and only to ring if it was important.
Edward turned to go the way he had come in, when Uncle Jack grabbed his arm.
"This way Edward, we'll go out the back, that way I don't have to speak to any keen officers," he grimaced, "anyway, the cafe is in St Germaine Street, so it saves walking around the block."
He led Edward along a long corridor, before descending to the ground floor in a service elevator. After a couple more doors, he led Edward into a short yard with a covered walkway. Across the yard was an imposing, and very old wooden door set in a high grey granite wall. Once opened, it led to a cloistered courtyard with grass area in the centre.
It was a large space, probably 60 metres by 30 metres at the ends. The sunlight shone through the wide stone columns, onto the flagstones as they made their way along the corridor on one side. Edward commented on not expecting to see a place like this in the centre. The ancient grey granite columns and flagstones seemed out of place with the modern building he had just left.
"This used to be a monastery many years ago, before the Dept of Correction took the place over. The Dept kept most of the old buildings, and attached the modern monstrosity just after the war."
As Edward turned from his conversation and looked out across the courtyard, a sight literally stopped him in his tracks. Jogging around the far end of the courtyard on the edge of the grass, were six women, and they were being accompanied by two male officers. This alone would not have forced him to stop, it was the fact that the women appeared to be stark naked.
His jaw dropped as he watched them. In the distance, they were pale against the grey stonework as they jogged along, one behind the other, in a single file.
His Uncle stopped, turned, and chuckled as he saw Edward staring at the sight of the nude women.
"So, you like what you see, eh!"
Edward couldn't believe his eyes, and just stood there gawping.
"Er...yes... Uncle Jack, those women down there, are they doing what I think they are doing?"
"And what would that be then, Edward?" Uncle Jack chuckled and cocked his eyebrow.
"They look as if they are running in the nude?"
"They certainly are, and from here, they sure look like a good looking bunch, don't they?"
They stood for a moment, as Edward stared through the columns at the women.
"Why are they nude, and what are they doing, Uncle?" Edward stammered.
"We can stop and watch them for a bit whilst I explain, if you like," Uncle Jack smiled.
"Could we?" Edward stammered, blushing.
"Of course."
They stood, side by side between the columns, watching the women across the grass.
"I have a lot to do with both those questions. You won't be aware, but over a year ago the government took a hard line against all criminal offenses no matter how small. This was admirable, but it clogged the courts with all sorts of minor offenses. It forced people to spend ages waiting for their cases to appear. So, when I was promoted to Chief Commissioner, I suggested an alternative, to free up the courts, and solve a lot of problems for the offenders. I called it the Weekend Alternative Correction Scheme or WACS.
"These women are a good example for WACS, having probably committed some minor infringement, for example a traffic offense, shop lifting, or small quantities of soft drugs. We gave them the choice of; either going to court, which would result in a criminal record or, choosing WACS. That allowed them to keep on working, with no one knowing they've committed any crimes, which saved court time for the real criminals."
"And what do they have to do on these weekends, uncle?"
"We put them through a fairly vigorous corrective routine. There is a lot of counseling, exercise and physical work, and of course in the case of young women, humiliation which always helps, so they are often semi or fully nude. They have also to obey any orders or they will be put back into the courts, this time, with the additional disciplinary charge of failing to obey a court order."
Uncle Jack stood by his side in the corridor watching the women, as he explained the system. Edward could hardly believe it.
Pulling his gaze away from the women, he noticed that there were several benches placed around the side of the grassed area where several men were sitting enjoying the sight, whilst eating their lunches.
The women were now jogging up the other side of the area. As they got closer, he could clearly see that they were all young, their red tipped breasts bounced around whilst their dark pubic hair contrasted with their fair skins.
Edward's cock stiffening as he watched them, forcing him to discretely fidget around to accommodate its expansion, whilst keeping the bump in his trousers under his hands clasped in front of him.
