Trabbian Justice Ch 08

When Priya woke the next morning, she felt sore all over and tired, her butt still felt like she was sitting on a hot stove. Without a mirror it was hard to see how her rear looked, but, when she looked at the next cot, she could see that Sarah's was swollen and heavily bruised, the cuts and wheals beginning to scab over, but still wet with fluid. Since they had had the same number of strokes, she assumed hers looked similar.

Priya worked her body into a standing position, finding that as long as she didn't make any sudden unplanned motions, it was just bearable. From the standing position, she could tell that Jen's ass looked similar to Sarah's but Susan's looked worse, even more swollen, with many more cuts.

As Priya was considering this, a guard entered with breakfast trays and laid them on the table. Jennifer and Sarah were able to get up fairly quickly, but Priya saw that Susan, with her more serious wounds, was having some difficulty, so she hurried over to support her teacher by clasping her arms around her chest. The close contact between Susan's naked body and her own felt delightful. With Priya's help, Susan was able to get to her feet, though her grimacing face made clear how difficult it was for her to move.

As they were eating, the women heard female voices nearby, the sounds of other women awakening and getting breakfast. "Obviously we aren't the only poor suckers in this hell-hole," Sarah remarked.

"Yeah," Jennifer added, "I'm sure there are tons of them getting caned for stuff like having a joint, stealing a trinket from a store, even traffic tickets. Perhaps the Trabbians even give you a few strokes for not feeding a parking meter. What a country!"

"It's funny that we haven't seen any of them," Priya interjected.

"I bet they want to keep it hush-hush to prevent any possibility of the international press getting ahold of the story of four American women being caned. Imagine the field day they would have back home on the morning talk shows," Susan postulated.

"You are a very smart lady, Dr. Gelden," a male voice piped in. "Unfortunately not smart enough to have stayed out of trouble in our country or kept your students out of trouble."

The women turned their heads to see that Dr. Fong and his nurse had entered the hut. "But you have indeed figured out the thinking of the big bosses back in Pranda. Everything about you and your students is hush-hush. If anyone breaths a word, they are in big trouble. I want my job and my pension, so my lips are sealed. Now, how is everyone doing this fine morning?" The good doctor laughed loudly.

"My ass is aching. In fact my whole body aches," Jennifer complained.

"Well, that is sort of the point of a caning, is it not?" Fong chuckled. "But let's have a look." He had the women line up and went around their backsides. "Nothing at all unusual. I've seen much worse many times. You are all healing well."

"Could we at least have some Tylenol or ibuprofen?" Priya asked, already in the mindset of a pill-pusher, though only a pre-med.

Fong roared with laughter. "Oh, you Americans are a riot! Tylenol! Ibuprofen! Surely you know that pain killers are strictly forbidden following corporal punishment. The entire purpose is for you to feel pain so that you learn a valuable lesson. Giving pain killers would defeat the entire purpose. No, you can have as much cream on your butt to promote rapid healing as you would like, but no pain pills. Nurse will wash your butts and apply a generous helping. But I must be going. A young lady about your age is getting 20 strokes. They offered her 6 if she would testify against her boyfriend, but she wouldn't. Brave girl, but very foolish. You can imagine how she will suffer. My presence is definitely required. You ladies have a wonderful day."

And with that, Fong left, leaving the nurse to tend to the foreign women. The nurse washed each of the women's butts in turn and applied healthy doses of the cream, leaving them a large stack of gauze pads and a couple of jars of the cream, along with instructions about washing themselves and applying cream as she had done three times/day so as to speed the healing as much as possible.

A little while after the nurse left, they heard, coming from some distance away, the sound that all of them had heard the day before, to their dread and sorrow, the shout of the guard announcing a punishment, followed by the unmistakable thwack of the cane hitting someone's buttock flesh.

As best Priya could tell from counting, there was a 6 stroke caning, followed by a pause, followed by a second 6 stroke caning, followed by another pause. Then there was a caning that just seemed to go on and on, each stroke accompanied by screams, which eventually diminished to silence as, presumably, the poor offender exhausted herself. It seemed that this was the 20 stroke punishment that Dr. Fong had mentioned.

Priya was glad that she didn't have to look at the poor girl's butt, which would almost certainly look more like raw hamburger than human flesh.

"The poor girl, whoever she is," Susan said, shaking her head. "That's almost twice what I got. These people are just unbelievable."

"Yes," Priya nodded. "They are." It seemed that was hard to dispute. The day passed slowly. Boredom was the main enemy-as modern young women, Priya and her classmates found being deprived of cell phones, Twitter, Facebook, etc. to be perhaps not as painful as the caning, but still unpleasant.

By the next morning, it was clear that whatever the cream from Dr. Fong's clinic had in it worked pretty well-it seemed to promote new growth of skin, such that the abraded areas and cuts were healing and the swelling and bruising were diminished. Normal motions were becoming possible again, though sitting for more than a brief time was very uncomfortable and the skin still burned and itched as the healing proceeded.

Even Susan's butt was looking much better, though with more damage, she had more residual soreness than her students. The nurse said they could have some clothes and gave them back the prison issued T shirts they had removed before the caning, along with loosely-fitting, ankle-length sarongs to cover their lower bodies without irritating their sore buttocks.

Priya found it felt very good to be wearing clothes again, both because it gave her back a modicum of dignity after having been stripped and handled like an object, and also because it was a clear step towards getting out of this awful place. She felt there was real hope that they would soon be out and on their way home, even if the flight would be hell.

Given how well the treatments were working, the women were diligent in applying them, especially since, with nothing else to do, it provided a relief from the boredom. Later that afternoon, Sarah decided that a fresh application of healing cream was in order. She removed her sarong, poured some cleansing solution onto a square of gauze and began gently rubbing it over her behind, twisting her neck so she could see that she was reaching all of her ample posterior.

Noticing her difficulty, Jennifer said, "Let me help you." Sarah handed her the gauze and Jennifer began gently washing her lover's ass.

Seeing the value in mutual aid, Susan wet a square of gauze and told Priya to take her sarong off and turn around. Once Sarah and Priya's skin was thoroughly cleansed, the women switched places and Jen and Susan had their buttocks washed.

"Thanks, Sarah, now let me put some ointment on your butt," Jen told her girl-friend. She grabbed the tube and applied a generous dollop of cream onto a square of gauze, then motioned to her girl-friend to turn so that her backside was accessible and began applying it, provoking contented sighs from Sarah.

"That feels nice and cool on my burning ass. Thank you, sweetie," she cooed. Seeing how much relief the salve was bringing Sarah, Susan prepared a piece of gauze and began swabbing ointment onto Priya's battered cheeks.

"My butt feels cool now, but somewhere else feels very hot," Sarah told Jennifer and kissed her deeply on the mouth. Returning the kiss, Jen pulled Sarah's shirt over her head, letting her hands fall onto Sarah's ample breasts to caress their sweet softness. Then, Jen trailed her right hand down Sarah's belly until it found the area between her legs, where she slowly traced a circle around the top of the slit.

Sarah moaned and moved her feet further apart to give Jennifer more access to her sensitive clitoris and labia. Stimulated by Sarah's obvious pleasure and by the relief the cream provided to her buttocks, Priya turned towards Susan and kissed her deeply, just as Sarah had kissed Jen.

The young student was overwhelmed by feelings of tenderness towards her professor. She knew how badly the 8 stokes had hurt and could only imagine how Susan had suffered receiving 12. Priya stroked Susan's breasts with her left hand and bravely reached her right hand between Susan's legs.

"Priya, you don't have to do that," the professor told her.

"I know that Susan, but I want to," the girl replied, increasing the pressure on the older woman's crotch. Susan sighed with pleasure and moved her feet apart to give her student's insistent hand better access.

Soon, Susan and Sarah were both moaning, their hips undulating gently so as not to cause too much pain to their butts, their hands gripping their partners' shoulders, their toes digging into the dirt floor to support them.

Suddenly, the door burst open to reveal Dr. Fong, Warden Noba and the three inspectors. The women froze in stunned silence at the intrusion. "My, my, what have we here?" exclaimed the Warden, "Apparently, having your asses sliced turns you American sluts on. I've never seen anything like this in my whole life."

Priya's heart was pounding from the shame of being caught, but worse from the fear of what punishment this might bring. Susan, thinking quickly, tried to salvage the situation. "It isn't what you think. We were just applying the ointment you told us to use and things got a bit out of hand. I guess we were just looking for a little relief and comfort after our ordeal. Plus we are locked up here with nothing to do. Surely you can understand that? We apologize if we have offended anyone and won't do it again."

The Warden cackled at this feeble excuse. "Do you think we are fools? We could see very well what was going on. Unfortunately for you, lesbian activities in penal institutions are a violation of the rules that cannot be tolerated. They are punishable at my discretion by up to 12 strokes of the cane without the need for judicial review. I don't see any reason why I shouldn't order that."

"Please," Susan begged her, "We can't take that on top of what we got the other day." She turned to look at Doctor Fong. "Look at what my ass looks like." She turned so that he and the other officials could see the damaged flesh. "You're a doctor and you're supposed to care for your patients."

"Susan, I'm surprised at you," Dr. Fong replied. "I knew that those two were dykes," indicating Jennifer and Sarah, "but I didn't think you two were," he said, looking at her and Priya.

"I'm not a dyke," Susan assured the doctor, "and I don't think Priya is either." Priya nodded in agreement, despite the fact that playing with Susan's cunt and seeing her professor's obvious enjoyment had really turned her on.

Sarah began sobbing. "My butt still burns like someone's holding a hot iron on it. Every time I move I feel pain shooting through my body. I just can't take any more. Please, for the love of God, I can't take more strokes, not even 1, let alone 12. Please, I'll do anything, just no more." The other Americans quickly chimed in their agreement.

The chief inspector intervened, "We will discuss this and summon you when we have decided what to do about your bad behavior," he announced. With that, the Trabbians turned and left the hut, leaving the American women stunned into silence by the prospect of what further suffering would await them in this hellish place they were trapped in.