The guard started the count for today, and, same as the last day, she handcuffed Bailee, only that, this time, she left her in her cell. Some inmates got out, but Bailee and two other prisoners remained in their cell. After around a few minutes of silent waiting, another guard approached Bailee's cell and tossed a sandwich and an apple. She looked at Bailee sitting on the edge of her bed, resting her forehead on her hands.
"I can't wait to see you suffer, hairy bitch!" said the guard laughing. Bailee stood there for a minute and then she rushed to the small toilet in her cell and retched. She started shaking as she could feel the cold sweat on her forehead, as she got back in her bed and started to breathe, realizing she is just having a panic attack. After around 30 minutes, the door opened and a guard yelled at her to get out. She chained her to another inmate and then they walked down the hallway, taking out another woman and chained her behind Bailee. They walked in line to a large metal door where another officer was waiting.
The officer reached and unchained the first inmate and opened the door, guiding her in. Bailee tried to catch a glimpse of what is behind the door but didn't manage to do so, while her imagination was running wild with all the possibilities. She turned and looked at the woman behind her and asked her quietly.
"Hey, do you know by any chance what's going to happen to us?" asked Bailee worried.
" No speaking!" yelled the officer smacking her baton on the wall, making Bailee jump and turn back immediately.
After a few minutes, Bailee thought she heard screams and wailing from inside the room and started to fidget with the chain tied to her handcuffs. She felt like she doesn't have enough air, even though she tried to breathe as deep as she could. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine something nice and peaceful, but her mind ran back each time to what was going to happen next. The guard then grabbed her and unchained her, opening the door and guiding her inside. Two officers were waiting inside, together with another woman wearing a nurse outfit. One of the officers was the one that told her last night that she was looking forward to whipping her until she could no longer stand. She could also see a large wooden frame, with leather belts pinned to it, which sent shivers down her spine, imagining herself on the frame.
One officer came and took off her handcuffs and instructed her to undress. She took off her top and shorts and left them on the floor, trying to cover her breasts and womanhood looking down ashamed.
"Bailee Joy, you are sentenced to 50 lashes of the whip on your bare back as part of you sentence for having hairy arms. The punishment will be carried out now. Do you understand what's going to happen to you?" asked the officer. Bailee stood there, shocked, not knowing if she'd should answer or not. The officer repeated the question after around 30 seconds. "Inmate Bailee Joy, do you understand what's going to happen to you?!".
"N...No, please don't, please." said Bailee muttering. Then the other officer came to her and commanded. "Look at me, inmate! Look at me!". Bailee raised her head slowly, meeting the officer's arched brows and piercing looks. " I will explain what's going to happen to you. You will be tied up nice and tight to that frame, and then we will take the worst whip that we have and use it until your back is on fire to teach you that you should always shave, is this clear enough for you?" asked the officer looking at Bailee with a hateful look.
"Yes, yes miss!" said Bailee frightened.
"Good, then we will begin the punishment." said the other officer. Then, they both came near her and grabbed her arms, walking her towards the wooden frame, and pushed her against it. Each officer grabbed one of Bailee's arms and tied it to the frame, using one belt on her wrist and another one on her bicep. Then, they spreaded her legs and tied her ankles to the frame and then used another belt to tie her thighs. The belts were tightened as much as humanly possible and Bailee could feel the leather earring into her soft white skin. The belts were also damp from the sweat of the girl that was punished before her. She could also feel the rough wood against her abs, as the officer walked to a locker and took out a long single tail whipping, with the top split in two short leather strips.
"Bailee Joy, we will now begin the 50 lashes on your bare back." said one officer who position herself in front of Bailee looking straight at her face. The other officer, holding the whip, went behind her and grabbed her hair, putting it over Bailee's shoulder making sure that her back was completely exposed and bare. She also looked at bailed Bailee's arms up close and whispered in her ear. " You are lucky you got only 50 lashes, you furry birch. But don't worry, I'll make them feel like 100." she said and then stepped back.
"Executioner, you may begin the lashes. One!" said the other officer. Then, Bailee immediately felt a sharp biting pain, starting from the middle of her back and up to her right shoulder, She let out a sharp scream and pushed herself forward on the frame. She was tied up so tightly, she could just juggle on the frame.
"Two!" the officer said followed by another lash which ended on the side of her chest, biting into her breast. Bailee could feel her back catching fire, feeling the whip getting painted onto her soft white skin, screaming uncontrollably. She cried and begged them to stop but the officers continued the lashes. After around 20 lashes, Bailee could feel the whip eating into her skin and the 21st lash landed, wrapping around her body hitting her right nipple directly. She started to shake uncontrollably, rattling the entire wooden frame shaking her head violently and pulling desperately, trying to escape the belts' tight grip. The officer in front of her then approached and took our a wooden gag.
"Open your mouth, inmate!" she ordered. Bailee opened her mouth, terrified, as the officer pushed the wooden gag inside trying it up behind her neck. She then went back to her old position and resumed the count. Bailee bot the gag, feeling the wood with her teeth as her voice crackled from all the screaming. She was sweating abundantly and she could feel the drips of sweat coming down from her armpits. The gag also made her drool all over the floor as she cried and screamed after each lash. By the end, she could barely stand and if it wasn't for the belts keeping her pinned to the frame, she would have definitely collapsed.
"Fifty!" she's finally heard, followed by the last lash, which the officer made sure that it was the harshest one, as Barile started to shake again uncontrollably on the frame. Then, the office went and put the whip in the locker and went behind Bailee's back. She rested her hand between Bailee's shoulderblades and felt the welts left by her whip, admiring her work. Bailee twitched, feeling her entire back burning as the officer took off her gag allowing her to take a deep breath.
"Inmate Bailee Joy, the sentence of 50 lashes on your bare back was executed. We will now untie you." said the officer who counted the lashes.
"Remember, bitch, this was just the first time, I can't wait to see you again, hairy whore." whispered the other officer in Bailee's ear.
They proceeded with opening the belts that kept Bailee pinned to the frame as the nurse held her up, helping her support her weight. The whipping left Bailee powerless, almost unable to stand, and the nurse helped her walk out of the room through another door, up to the medical wing. She placed Bailee on a bed, face down and took a cloth which was soaked in disinfectant and then started to wipe Bailee's back gently. The disinfectant stinged her back like hell, but she had no power to even move. The nurse then applied an oinment and Bailee could feel a cold wave over her burning back which made her sigh in relief, since the feeling was so soothing and calming. She thanked God for the treatment, because honestly, she was expecting the guards to leave her lying on the concrete floor.
