Soon after sunrise, a guard brought a light breakfast of toast and tea (so as not to stress stomachs and cause vomiting during the caning). Despite their dread, the women were hungry enough that they all finished their servings. They tried to relax as best they could, until the door opened. It was the Warden, accompanied by four guards, three females and one male.
"Good morning, I hope everyone slept well," the Warden said, almost cackling in delight at the prospect of very soon seeing these foreigners suffering at her direction. "Today is the big day, ladies. To make it even more exciting, we have some special visitors from the Ministry of Justice here to observe our operations. Before that, we have to visit the doctor and make sure everything is OK. Let's go." Two guards led the way out, followed by the four prisoners with the other two guards and the Warden bringing up the rear.
As the party entered the examining room, Dr. Fong greeted them effusively. "Welcome ladies to my humble clinic." He indicated a row of chairs. "Please have a seat while you still can," he said with a giggle, "I will be with you shortly."
He picked up a stack of folders on his desk, opened the top one and called "Jennifer Collins".
Jennifer got up and walked over to the doctor's desk as he stood up. He put a thermometer in her mouth and, while it was reaching temperature, he checked her blood pressure and noted it on a chart, to which he added her temperature when it was ready. Then, he put on his stethoscope and listened to her chest, asking her to cough several times. Finally, he walked around behind her and pulled her shorts and underwear down. He examined her ass closely, taking time to stroke it and squeeze it from top to bottom. He told Jennifer to go back and sit down as he sat back behind his desk and completed writing in the folder. He examined each of the women in turn.
Once he was done, he announced, "Warden Noba, all of these offenders are quite healthy and I am certifying them as fit to receive the punishments they have been ordered." He handed her the folders. Even though Priya knew she was healthy and was certainly not expecting a medical reprieve, she couldn't help feeling a small disappointment that her last hope to escape the unpleasant fate that awaited her was now gone. The Warden left, presumably to attend to her guests.
Dr. Fong pointed to a small bathroom with a toilet and a sink, though it lacked something that most such installations had, namely, a door. This was to prevent offenders from locking themselves inside in a futile attempt to escape their punishment. "I would suggest that you all take advantage of the facilities, while you can. Using the toilet will be more difficult when your ass has been sliced up by the cane. Also, some offenders lose control while they are attached to the stand and we wouldn't want you to embarrass yourselves."
Sarah walked over and lowered her shorts and underpants and quickly did her business. Susan did the same. Priya and Jennifer declined.
Once they were done, the doctor called out, "All right, ladies, let's go; we don't want to keep the important officials waiting." The women reluctantly stood up and formed a party with the guards, joined by the doctor, and walked out of the clinic and through the camp towards the parade ground.
No one observing the procession could have doubted where they were headed. It wasn't long before they reached the breezeway next to the parade ground where they would receive their punishment. The lead guard halted the party beside the door leading to the parade ground and ordered them to sit on the ground. The women complied meekly.
After a moment, Priya saw the Warden approaching, accompanied by what were obviously the visiting Ministry officials, an older man, approximately 60 years old, who was clearly the highest ranking, along with a second man of perhaps 40 and a woman of a similar age.
The visitors wore street clothes, short-sleeved, button down shirts, with khaki trousers for the men and a knee-length skirt for the woman. They were engaged in an animated conversation as they strolled along the breezeway. It was clear that for the visitors, this was an interesting excursion away from the office, where they monitored the facts and figures of the Trabbian justice system. No doubt, once word had reached the capital that four attractive Western women were to be caned, they had felt the need to see the spectacle for themselves, so they had all piled into a ministry van and driven up to enjoy the show.
When they reached the door in the wall, they stopped, waiting for the guard to open it. They glanced down at the Americans, examining them with obvious curiosity, before passing through the door into the parade ground, where they would soon enjoy the show the women would put on. The guard closed the door and turned to the waiting prisoners. "It won't be long now," she told them. Priya didn't find that very encouraging.
Indeed the guard was correct, for a moment later the door in the wall opened and two guards, one male and one female, but both very strong looking, stepped through. Priya wondered, her heart pounding, if they would be taking her first. But they strode over to Jen. "Jennifer Collins, on your feet!" the male guard called.
Priya felt a moment of relief, even though she knew her time would inevitably come. With obvious reluctance, Jen complied. Immediately, one guard took each arm and they marched her through the door, which one of the other guards shut behind them.
Priya heard Noba's voice through the wall. Though she couldn't make out the words, Priya had already witnessed the caning of the two Trabbian girls, so she knew that the Warden was having Jen confirm her identity and sentence.
Shortly she heard the Warden say more loudly, "The offender will strip to receive her punishment."
Priya imagined Jen taking off her flip flops, then removing her shirt, exposing her small, pale breasts. Priya imagined herself kneeling before her classmate, licking Jen's nipples as the leering Trabbians looked on. Then, she imagined Jennifer lowering her shorts and underpants and stepping out of them to stand naked under the hot sun, as Priya lowered her head to smell Jen's sweet perfume and taste her salty cunt juices. These wicked thoughts made Priya shiver with excitement. She would have stuck her hand inside her shorts to satisfy her powerful desire, had the guards not been watching them.
Through the wall, Priya heard male voices, but couldn't make out the words-no doubt the inspectors were commenting on Jennifer's body, admiring her lithe, muscular build and her white, freckled skin, so exotic in this country of copper-complexioned inhabitants. Eventually, the voices quieted and Priya imagined Jen walking naked between the two guards to the caning stand, her legs being attached, then her torso being bent over the bar, exposing her vagina and anus to the visitors, as had been done to the two Trabbian girls. Of course, Priya couldn't help but know that the same fate would soon be hers.
Once the preliminaries were completed, Priya heard a loud male voice announcing the 8 stroke punishment and calling for the first stroke. Even through the wall, there was no mistaking the sound of the cane slicing through the air and smashing down onto Jennifer's butt. Half a minute later, the second stroke was called and again the impact rang out like a shot.
The sounds of her lover being flogged, and the knowledge that she would soon be flogged herself appeared to overcome Sarah, who began sobbing quietly. Susan put her arm around Sarah to comfort her. "No touching!" ordered the guard, quite unsympathetic to the girl's plight. Susan quickly withdrew her arm.
The women sat in silence as the next 2 strokes were called out and delivered. Even after 4 strokes, Priya hadn't heard any response to the blows from Jennifer. No moans, no shouts. She realized that the wall and the distance probably masked the sounds somewhat, but, still, could it be that Jen had managed to keep silent despite the awful agony? She was after all toughened by years of playing field hockey and being slashed frequently by errant sticks.
