Young Offenders 4 - Uniform
I am Dee, twenty two, and I have been found guilty of shoplifting and sentenced to one month in a Young Offenders Centre. My medical examination has been completed and I now have to be taken to get my prison uniform.
"Don't worry Dee, your first day is almost over" and he playfully slapped my bottom. "I will call you back from time to time to check your medical progress."
He gently pushed me against the door for a last fingering.
"Thank you Sir."
I sat on a chair in Dr. Brown`s surgery with my hands between my legs as I would normally, except this was not normal, as I had no clothes on. I was playing with myself without realizing. My clit was enlarged and I was so wet.
A knock on the door,
"Come in."
"Good afternoon Doctor I've come for Dee Wilson."
"Good afternoon Joe, she's all ready for you, treat her gentle it's all a big shock for her today."
"Yes Sir, will do."
"Stand girl, prepare for walking."
I raised my hands to my nipples to make them stiff; I had little work to do as I was still in an excited state from playing. I stood and pushed my tits forward for him to choose, I just wanted to please. He reached for my left nipple, squeezed it and took me out, I looked to say goodbye to the doctor but he ignored me.
"Oh, Joe, if you turn her round you will see she had to be given several hard spankings for her rudeness, perhaps someone could give her the whipping she deserves as a common thief?"
"I apologise for that Doc, I will deal with your request personally."
The warden had also noticed a damp patch on my chair as I stood up. Into the main corridor the arrow pointed straight on for Uniforms. At the third door, 'Janitor', the officer stopped and took me inside. The Janitor happened to be Joe's brother. He stopped and turned to face me, his hand went to my crotch and he felt my dampness.
"You dirty fucking whore just look at my hand," he pushed it into my face. "Open wide," I opened and sucked his cigarette tasting fingers.
"You need to learn some manners girl."
"Yes Sir."
"How old are you?"
"Just gone twenty-two Sir."
"Were you disciplined at home?"
"Yes Sir."
"How?"
"Spanked over my knickers Sir, I still am."
"Who did it?"
"Daddy Sir."
"When was the last time?"
"Last Friday Sir."
"Tell me the details," as he finished his last word he took my hand and pushed it down his trousers.
I knew I was in trouble, I knew I would be beaten, no thanks to the Doctor who asked him to whip me. I also knew I would be fucked and would I have to suck. I decided whatever I got I might as well give him as much pleasure as possible both with my body and my words. I realized that corporal punishment was his scene so I hatched a story:
I was a little late getting up and my aunt was cross and said it was the second time she had called me. She said I was to receive a spanking and wanted me in the kitchen in ten minutes.
It was a normal procedure for a spanking. No matter what time of day I had to go to my room, undress and take a shower. Then put on my silk dressing gown and report to wherever my spanking would take place. I got up and showered quickly, put on my gown and got to the kitchen.
Mrs. Heaps was there with her son Brian; she had called for her normal Friday coffee with aunty. Brian had been in the same year as me at school. I waited till they finished talking then went up to my aunt and spoke to her.
"I am so sorry I was late getting up aunty, please will you to spank me for my laziness on my bare bottom."