Although she had managed to sleep as she was woken up at 3 am Daisy immediately thought of the public humiliation that she was to be made to endure. Even as she was stripped and then drilled around the yard her legs receiving the frequent attention of the martinet she struggled to drive it from her mind.
She was returned to the dormitory to at least have the privilege of using the toilet.
"Douglas undo your pinafore skirt and cardigan and get those knickers round your ankles," the supervisor ordered her as she stood in front of the cubicle. She did as ordered and returned to her position stood at attention.
"Bend over and let's remove this plug so you can do your business girl," Miss Saqib ordered pushing Daisy forward, "Fingers on your toes child." Daisy felt the discomfort and then the sharp pain as the plug was ripped from her anus.
"Stand-up," the supervisor continued.
"Open your mouth and get hold of the ring with your teeth," she ordered. With this Daisy was left holding the butt plug by clenching the rubber ring at its end between her teeth. The pointed rubber end was daubed in her own excrement from being lodged up her anus.
"Keep it there whilst you toilet and you can then wash it in the sink," the supervisor stated. "Right into the cubicle and hurry with your business girl," she ordered.
Daisy sat on the toilet with her hands on her head whilst she urinated for the first time in 24 hours and then relieved her bowels. The supervisors watched over the low cubicle door so that no humiliation was spared.
Her two minutes up Daisy was told to walk to the sink with her knickers still round her ankles and wash her hands and the butt plug. When this was complete she was made to bend over again in front of the other inmates and endure the ignominy of having the plug reinserted into her anus. The humiliating and painful procedure complete she was told to pull up her knickers and button her skirt and cardigan.
They were then all marched to the dining hall.
She ate her gruel and drank her water before obediently placing her hands on her head, the action lifting her sweated shirt at least away from her skin. She then, with her fellow offenders, was brought to the front and had her mouth receive the first of its three daily washings. The full soap mouth washing lasted 2-3 minutes as Daisy stood hands on head whilst everyone else watched. She then returned to her place.
"The following girls come to the front as you are to be made a public example of," the supervisor ordered. When her name was called again Daisy moved to the proscribed position facing the rest of the inmates.
"The behavior of these eight girls has been so appalling that they are to suffer the indignity of appearing in public in their uniforms for all to see. They will be paraded in the local town and attend Church there for everyone to see. I am sure they will find the experience a salutatory lesson as well as demonstrating the work of the institution in dealing with young ladies unable to perform and behave in a way commensurate with their actual age. Anyone of you girls who fails to behave in an exemplary way during your public display will suffer the most severe consequences beginning with a public application of corporal punishment for even the most minor infringement," the supervisor finished.
With this they were marched from the dining hall through locked doors until eventually they were on the drive leading up to the institution. It was a fine warm morning and Daisy breathed in the fresh air but the moment of tranquility was short.
"Get into two lines of four girls. Take the hand of the girl next to you and put your other hand on your head. This is how you are to keep your hands until you are told otherwise. Look forward at all times. I am sure it will remind you of how you were treated when you were age 4 or 5 which is of course how you deserve to be treated because of your poor behaviour. I am sure everyone who sees you will find your humiliation almost embarrassing to see because it is so complete but it is what you deserve. Right now walk 1,2,3,4..1,2,3,4..,1,2,3,4..", Mrs. Jeffries ordered and with this they set-off.
Daisy was holding the hand of Sarah Jones who was like all of them dressed in the same basic format of yellow shirt, tie, light blue tunic and grey cardigan."
For the next two hours they marched at quick time along the road and pavement. They saw no one face to face but as time passed the number of cars slowing to observe them as they displayed the results of their failings grew. Daisy's feet ached and the thick wool of her socks rubbed painfully on her feet. The sweat ran down her face as the physical effort of the march rose and the temperature as well. There was no respite only the occasional slap as a supervisor gave a reminder to one of the girls a reminder by raising her pinafore and applying the strap to her legs. At last as they reached some houses they stopped.
"Put both your hands on your heads girls", pronounced the lead supervisor. "We have made good time which means you can be paraded through a couple of the estates as we make our way to the Church. I remind you again of the need for complete compliance. Any deviance will earn you an immediate public beating as well as later sanction."
With this they moved off into a side road and as they did the number of other people increased. As they walked by people laughed at them or simply stared. Daisy kept her eyes forward to avoid sanction and to minimize her feeling of shame. She wished she could disappear but for the next 45 minutes there was no escape. They stopped and stood at intervals as the supervisors spoke to members of the public. Although they were used to see such public shaming from Daisy's perspective this did not minimize the effect.
Finally they reached the Church. The eight of them were made to stand in line with their hands on head facing to where people would walk to enter the Churchyard.
"Remember the rules, keep in position hands on head. Speak only if spoken to. If asked provide your surname, offence, sentence and why you find yourself on display today. Do not forget your Sir and Maam!"
Daisy stood with her fellow inmates at attention. The drops of sweat rolled down her bare forehead as she stood motionless as ordered and because every movement caused the sweat soaked fabric of her garments to wrench against her skin and in particular her bottom still sore from the previous evening's slippering. The number of people passing in front of them grew as the service time approached. An old couple appeared in front of Daisy staring at her.
"A new inmate being disciplined are you?" He asked.
Daisy paused but as one of the supervisor's approached she responded, "Yes Sir".
The three people now stood staring at her what she must look like flashed across her mind - institution uniform, hair cut short, hands on head.
"How old are you child?" The lady asked.
"Twenty-five Maam", Daisy replied.
"This must be very humiliating for you to be dressed more like junior school child but no doubt you deserve it. What specific misbehaviour has earned you this public humiliation?" The lady continued.
"Failures of uniform inspection - I had a button undone on my Gingham dress and my knicker seam was not straight, I spoke without being spoken to and without using Sir or Maam correctly. In addition having committed these offences I tried to avoid punishment", Daisy listed her offences clearly to her audience.
"Sounds like you very much deserve to be here then. I hope that you will also been made to appear in suitably plain uniform when you go back to work," the man returned to the conversation.
"Problem with you young girls is that you parade around in your skimpy clothing like you know it all whereas clearly as we can see in your case you do not. About time standards of dress for everyone were more appropriate and certainly it should start with people like you who have gone to the Reform institution because of poor work and then failed to be able to wear the clothing provided. I think a few months in a nice plain dress and cardigan or perhaps even in institution uniform would drive home where you stand to you. Anyway that's just what I think. I hope this at least helps you learn your lesson."
"I assure you Sir this is certainly teaching me a lesson, I deserve to be punished and it is very humiliating," Daisy replied.
The supervisor added, " Thank you Mr. and Mrs. Graham you know we also welcome public thoughts on chastisement for our inmates and I will ensure your suggestions are captured and added to Douglas's file for consideration in determining her future conditions".
Daisy bit her lip at the thought that any of those thoughts might be used to impose yet further severity in her discipline. Finally the stream of parishioners dwindled and they were marched inside.
Again they were spared no humiliation being marched to the front and made to stand in front of the first pew.
"Except when told to stand you will remain on your knees at all times. Except when praying hands will be folded one across the other as usual. Any failure to comply and you will find yourself bent over outside the Church, your knickers round your ankles and the cane being applied in front of the parishioners", Mrs. Butters again delivered clear orders not only for them but for all the Church to hear.
They remained kneeling on the cold stone floor as the choir and vicar entered and the service began. As it proceeded Daisy could recognize why she hadn't bothered attending Church for years. Whilst everyone took Communion they all remained kneeling, the attendees staring at them as they returned from the altar to the seats.
Their presence in the audience was announced by the Verger during the announcements with the request that everyone take the time to inspect them after the service to aid the severity of their humiliation and punishment and provide inputs as to their future discipline. Daisy's head lent forward in shame at her situation and the thought that she had not even completed one of her eight allocations of this public humiliation.
The service ended and they were marched out and back to their earlier location, this time being made to stand at attention with the fingertips of each hand touching the shoulder on the same side. It was meant to be and was uncomfortable as well as making them look even more stupid than their institution uniforms already did. It was obvious that the parishioners were used to asking the relevant questions to make the girl feel her lowly status and predicament.
