I’ll teach you to say those things about me

‘Recently there was a very unpleasant post about me on an internet message board questioning not only my ability to teach but also my sexuality. I was advised by friends and my union to ignore it as they thought responding would only add fuel to the fire. I ignored the first post but unfortunately it seems as if someone has a real grudge against me as the posts continued to appear during the summer holidays. While they were removed by the board at my insistence I have kept every one of them as they are automatically emailed to me and I knew that sooner or later the person who was writing the posts would trip up and give some information that identified them to me’ Miss Mitchell says to Ken as they are sharing a coffee in the staff room.

‘That’s horrible Tracy and unfortunately it’s a growing problem’ Ken replies kindly.

‘Yes it is absolutely horrible and as you rightly say it’s a growing problem. I fully expected that the posts would have come from a current pupil of mine and had that been the case I was going to go to the Headmaster and have them dealt with through the school rules but it’s even worse to know that they haven’t been written by a current pupil’ Tracy says.

‘Oh that is even worse that a fellow teacher would do that’ Ken answers.

‘That is interesting that you say it’s “a fellow teacher” that has done it Ken as I’ve given no indication that this is the case’ Tracy says with a hint of accusation in her voice.

‘Well that was my assumption if it wasn’t written by a pupil’ Ken answers with a voice that is now betraying his nerves.

‘The logical assumption in my mind would have been a former pupil had written it unless of course there is a guilty conscience playing its part in your assumption’ Tracy says with her eyes piercing through Ken’s skin.

‘I would never do anything like that Tracy’ Ken answers but his voice doesn’t have a lot of conviction in it.

‘That’s rather interesting you should say that Ken as the last post contains a piece of information about me which only two people know and you are one of them and I know for certain that the posts were not written by the other person with this information so it is time for you to either tell me the truth or I shall pass all of this information over to the police and they shall trace the information back to the author’ Tracy says.

‘Yes it was me that wrote the posts Tracy’ Ken answers fearfully.

‘I know that Ken and I know why you did it as well so all that remains is to decide what we are going to do about it. My first thought was to go straight to the police and let them deal with the matter but a second thought came into my head when I was sleeping last night. One of your accusations against me in a post was that I only became a teacher so that I had the opportunity to use the cane and tawse on the bare bottoms of girls. That is a lie and you know it because all of the records show that I use the cane and the tawse far less than any other teacher in this school however it would give me great pleasure to use both of these on your bare bottom and see how long you could last before you are bawling your eyes out. I would film the whole event and if you do not then do exactly as I demand, for as long as I demand, it would be put very prominently on the internet. So your choice is either the police of I can personally teach you to say those things about me. What is it to be Ken?’ Tracy demands, ‘my patience is not endless Ken’ she adds sharply when an answer is not forthcoming from Ken.

‘I will take your punishment Tracy’ Ken answers.

‘It is Miss Mitchell or Madam to you from now on Ken’ is the barked response, ‘and you have made the correct choice. I will collect you from your house sometime in the next week for your punishment’ Miss Mitchell says. As the week goes past without Ken being collected for his punishment he begins to think that perhaps Miss Mitchell has decided that the threat she had made and the fear that Ken has been living with since then has been sufficient punishment but it was not to be as on the Sunday afternoon there was a sharp knock on the door.

‘It is time’ is all that Miss Mitchell says and Ken follows her to her car without a fight. Miss Mitchell drives to a house on the edge of the town and there is another woman waiting at the door to greet them.

‘Ken I would like you to meet my best friend Miss Williams who is going to film today’s punishment and as I said should you not comply with all of my orders from now on this will be put onto the internet’ Miss Mitchell says while they are standing on the doorstep and instead of a handshake Ken is introduced to Miss Williams’ palm across his right cheek.

‘How dare you cause Miss Mitchell such trouble Ken. I am going to enjoy watching her make you suffer’ Miss Williams says as she is leading the way up to the loft of the house which Ken notices already contains two video cameras on tripods around a wooden punishment bench. Atop the bench is a third video camera along with a tawse and a cane.

‘I think we’ll start with a little strip show Ken and I suggest that you put on a good show for the camera’ Miss Mitchell says as her friend has picked up the third camera and is making sure that she catches all of the action as a very embarrassed Ken removes his clothes.

‘Let’s see if that pathetic little cock grows into anything worthwhile Ken, play with it and get it nice and hard’ Miss Mitchell commands and with the camera in close attendance Ken does as he is told although it is not an easy task as he normally never plays with himself in front of anyone but eventually he is able to block out the audience.

‘No still a pathetic specimen Miss Mitchell and you did very well to reject him as he would never be able to satisfy any woman with such a puny cock’ Miss Williams says mockingly.

‘I’ve had no complaints so far’ Ken stupidly comments.

‘Did anyone give you permission to speak’ Miss Mitchell says with her knee poised by Ken’s balls.

‘No Miss Mitchell’ Ken responds trying to close his legs together as he does so.

‘Exactly’ Miss Mitchell says driving her knee up into Ken’s balls, ‘and you would do very well to remember that lesson’ she concludes as Ken is gasping for breath, ‘now get yourself over that bench so that I can stripping the skin from that miserable hide of yours’ Miss Mitchell barks driving another knee into Ken’s balls just for good measure.

‘Focus one of the cameras on his face as he needs to be able to see in future how much agony he is in, focus another one on his bottom so that he can appreciate the damage that I am capable of causing him and use your film making talent with the third camera’ Miss Mitchell says as Ken is securely strapped into the bench.

‘This beating is going to carry on for as long as I want it to so there is no point begging through it Ken as I’ll simply hit you harder but feel free to scream as it will make for a much more entertaining film’ Miss Mitchell says as she is resting the cane across Ken’s bottom. There is no discernible pattern to the caning as some strokes are given individually with pauses between them and others are given in rapid fire but none of them were gentle.

‘You are marking up beautifully Ken perhaps I’ll have to make you my caning slave’ Miss Mitchell muses during one of her pauses between rapid fire onslaughts.

‘Your toes curl so prettily with the hardest strokes Ken. I think that I could enjoy having a caning slave and of course you have no choice but to accept whatever it is that I want to stop this film being released’ Miss Mitchell says before delivering six very hard strokes with a five second pause between them to let the pain settle in.

‘I can feel and see the lovely cane welts forming on your bottom Ken’ Miss Mitchell says as she is playing her hands over it, ‘and I’m sure that there will be many more from the tawse’ she comments as she is placing the cane on the floor in front of Ken and he can see the red marks on the end of it from his blood, ‘that’s correct Ken you are bleeding but it’s exactly what you deserve’ Miss Mitchell says without any pity in her voice. The tawsing is a rapid-fire demolition of Ken’s bottom and while he’d not screamed during the caning he certainly did during the tawsing as each stroke was like a kick to his bottom.

‘You are definitely going to be my beating slave Ken. Come on Miss Williams let’s go and enjoy a cup of tea while Ken thinks about his fate’ Miss Mitchell says and he hears them both leaving the room.

We will all have you

‘That was an absolutely lovely dinner and trip to the theatre Ken. Thank you. Why don’t you come back to my place for a drink’ Kirsten says at the end of a wonderful date.

 

‘It would be an absolute pleasure Kirsten’ Ken says and Kirsten takes hold of his hand and they walk hand in hand chatting away happily. It wasn’t a long walk before they were at Kirsten’s house down by the river.

 

‘Humour me please Ken’ Kirsten says as she ties her silk scarf around his eyes blindfolding him before taking his hand again and leading him into the house. Out of nowhere someone held a prod against Ken’s side and delivered an electric shock. This stunned and hurt him and allowed him to be manhandled into a basement room where he was stripped having been shocked again to subdue his struggles. Ken is bundled forward with his right arm twisted up his back and the prod in constant contact with his side to act as a reminder.

 

‘You will bend over the table voluntarily Ken’ Kirsten says in Ken’s ear and given the presence of the prod he did as he was told and his body feels icy cold metal. One arm is pulled forward and secured tightly into a steel handcuff and then the second one is fitted into a second handcuff just as tightly.

 

‘If you struggle Ken these cuffs will chafe your wrists painfully and I don’t know how you would explain that to your colleagues’ Kirsten whispers in Ken’s ear, ‘let’s remove this blindfold’ she continues and unties it from behind him and he is momentarily blinded by the brightness of the light in the room.

 

‘You might be wondering just what is going on Ken’ Kirsten says, ‘so I’ll explain to you. Our date tonight was lovely but I know that you are already seeing another girl so let me introduce you to Sophie’ Kirsten says and at that moment Sophie steps in front of Ken and gives him a slap across the face.

 

‘As if that isn’t bad enough you have also been using Emma to satisfy your sexual needs and after speaking to her it seems that you have a particular love of using woman anally even when it is very painful for them’ Kirsten says and the moment she finishes another shock is applied and then Emma steps forward and it was her who had been holding the prod. Emma delivers a sharp slap to Ken’s face giving a matching hand print on both cheeks.

 

‘Well it is time for you to find out what it feels like to be used and abused, by the time we are finished with you tomorrow morning you will never have the desire to use another woman anally because we are all going to don our strap-on’s and bugger you until you are begging for mercy but let me assure you that mercy will not come your way. I have a penchant for taking the anal virginity of men and just looking at you I can almost guarantee that you are a virgin so I’m going to break you’ Kirsten barks before stepping forward and delivering a slap to each cheek.

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‘That was an absolutely lovely dinner and trip to the theatre Ken. Thank you. Why don’t you come back to my place for a drink’ Kirsten says at the end of a wonderful date.

 

‘It would be an absolute pleasure Kirsten’ Ken says and Kirsten takes hold of his hand and they walk hand in hand chatting away happily. It wasn’t a long walk before they were at Kirsten’s house down by the river.

 

‘Humour me please Ken’ Kirsten says as she ties her silk scarf around his eyes blindfolding him before taking his hand again and leading him into the house. Out of nowhere someone held a prod against Ken’s side and delivered an electric shock. This stunned and hurt him and allowed him to be manhandled into a basement room where he was stripped having been shocked again to subdue his struggles. Ken is bundled forward with his right arm twisted up his back and the prod in constant contact with his side to act as a reminder.

 

‘You will bend over the table voluntarily Ken’ Kirsten says in Ken’s ear and given the presence of the prod he did as he was told and his body feels icy cold metal. One arm is pulled forward and secured tightly into a steel handcuff and then the second one is fitted into a second handcuff just as tightly.

 

‘If you struggle Ken these cuffs will chafe your wrists painfully and I don’t know how you would explain that to your colleagues’ Kirsten whispers in Ken’s ear, ‘let’s remove this blindfold’ she continues and unties it from behind him and he is momentarily blinded by the brightness of the light in the room.

 

‘You might be wondering just what is going on Ken’ Kirsten says, ‘so I’ll explain to you. Our date tonight was lovely but I know that you are already seeing another girl so let me introduce you to Sophie’ Kirsten says and at that moment Sophie steps in front of Ken and gives him a slap across the face.

 

‘As if that isn’t bad enough you have also been using Emma to satisfy your sexual needs and after speaking to her it seems that you have a particular love of using woman anally even when it is very painful for them’ Kirsten says and the moment she finishes another shock is applied and then Emma steps forward and it was her who had been holding the prod. Emma delivers a sharp slap to Ken’s face giving a matching hand print on both cheeks.

 

‘Well it is time for you to find out what it feels like to be used and abused, by the time we are finished with you tomorrow morning you will never have the desire to use another woman anally because we are all going to don our strap-on’s and bugger you until you are begging for mercy but let me assure you that mercy will not come your way. I have a penchant for taking the anal virginity of men and just looking at you I can almost guarantee that you are a virgin so I’m going to break you’ Kirsten barks before stepping forward and delivering a slap to each cheek.

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Bought at auction

Scotland gained its independence from the United Kingdom following a series of governments that did not have popular support and the new ruling party in Scotland was one that subscribed to the belief in Female supremacy and the laws that were enacted reflected this belief. It was Ken’s misfortune that he was caught drunk in public the day after the law restricting the consumption of alcohol was brought into force and within twenty four hours he had appeared before the courts and been sentenced.

Ken received a three part sentence that started with a televised caning of twenty four strokes and this was followed by six months in a penal reformatory and the final part of the sentence was five years of slavery after which Ken would either be freed or his owner could petition the authorities to have his slavery extended for anything between another five years and indefinitely, Ken was now approaching the end of his sentence in the penal reformatory which had been very hard going as it was based around hard physical labour with stringent punishments. Ken’s details as a potential slave have been entered into the register for the upcoming public auction by the staff of the penal reformatory using the skills and conduct he had shown during the six month sentence. As a result of the hard physical labour that Ken had endured he was in much better physical condition at the end of his sentence than he had been at the start of it.

On the morning of the auction Ken, and about a dozen others, were given a pair of trunks to wear that covered their modesty but little else. They were all handcuffed and this was connected to a heavy chain that encircled the waist and another heavy chain linked the party together before they were marched through the streets to the large public square that had been created in front of the city hall. This was to be the first public auction for slaves that had been held under the new regime and a large crowd had already assembled in the square even though the auction was not due to start until the afternoon. Ken and his fellow prospective slaves were marched up onto a stage where they were brought to a halt by the guards who proceeded to release them from each other and take a chain that was dangling from one of the posts on the stage and clip this to the chain around the waist allowing some movement.

Only women were permitted to own slaves and those who were registered as prospective buyers were entitled to come up onto the stage to carry out any inspection of the slaves that they wished to make and this included having the guards remove the trunks so that everything could be inspected and this certainly happened to Ken and there seemed to be a lot of interest in him to judge from the number of people that looked him up and down like a head of cattle at the nearby market. A file had been placed on the back of the post and this acted almost like an owner’s manual and a few times Ken could hear the guard being asked a question about him but he could never hear the answer. As the hours to the auction passed more and more women came to inspect the slaves and the audience of men and women grew. There were lots of police circulating through the crowd and on another stage in front of the slaves there was a whipping post and regularly Ken could see the police taking someone up there for a swift and severe punishment as that had become part of the law during his time in the penal reformatory.

‘Ladies we now come to the first of the prospective slaves from the penal reformatory and this one will be of particular interest to you as he has a minimum sentence of five years so could be used for large scale projects. Also this particular prospective slave is the youngest and his record from the penal reformatory indicates that he will be the fittest in the auction today. He has been working on building and ground clearance projects while in the penal reformatory and his disciplinary report shows him to be someone that is accustomed to the lash and the cane but he is manageable and slaves from the penal reformatory come with the added advantage that you have the threat of returning them there to ensure obedience’ the auctioneer announces as Ken has been brought to the front of the stage by two guards who connect him to another post for the duration of the auction.

It becomes obvious to Ken that there are two women who are interested in owning him and this drives the price up and this scares him as they will want to recoup this outlay. In the end one of the women drops out and Ken is taken back to his post to await the end of the auction but before that he is able to see his new owner walking away with an official from the government presumably to complete the formalities of her purchase. Ken had been the fifth slave to be auctioned so he had quite a while to wait before the auction was completed and there was one unfortunate who did not sell and he faced the prospect of being owned by the government until such time as someone bought him and no doubt this would be horrible so in a way Ken was grateful that he had been bought even though he was terrified at the prospect. When the auction was finally completed the slaves were taken down from the stage one at a time and led into the basement of the city hall where there new owners were waiting for them. Ken’s first mistake was to look at his new owner when he was taken into the basement and this mistake was immediately met with a hard slap across his face.

‘You will not look me in the face without permission to do so, your eyes should always be cast down to my feet when you are in my presence unless I instruct you otherwise’ Ken’s new owner barks in a very sharp west coast accent, ‘for that disobedience I am going to have the guard administer twenty lashes with her whip to your back and this will fulfil a secondary objective of seeing just how you react under the lash’ she continues.

‘Hands up against the bars slave and keep a tight grip’ the guard barks before uncoiling and snapping her whip through the air. Ken obeys the order and doesn’t have to wait for long before the first lash lands across his back with fierce power.

‘A silent type I see’ Ken’s new owner says after there is no sound from Ken with the first lash.

‘Yes Ma’am it has always taken a lot to get this particular slave to cry out and if you want my advice make sure that your punishments, and he will need lots of punishment, are always at the severe end of the scale and remember as an inmate of a penal reformatory he is used to routine and heavy punishments’ the guard says.

‘Thank you for the advice and have no fear the regimen that the slave will face will be a match for the one he faced in the penal reformatory’ Ken’s new owner says as the guard returns to whipping Ken. The guard takes her time with the whipping but eventually it is over and Ken is instructed to turn around and this time his eyes are on the floor.

‘You seem to be a quick learner slave and this is good. I hope that it continues for your own sake. For now you do not need to know my name as you will refer to me as Mistress at all times do you understand me?’ Ken’s new owner says.

‘Yes Mistress I understand’ Ken answers.

‘Do you wish me to put an ownership mark on the slave for you before I hand the keys to his shackles over to you?’ the guard asks.

‘No that will not be necessary thank you as I will apply a suitable mark when we reach my property’ Ken’s new owner says.

‘Very well Ma’am I am hereby handing over the slave to your ownership but remember it only takes one phone call to the local police to have him returned to the penal reformatory should he cause you any problems’ the guard says handing over the keys.

‘Thank you. I am sure that he will cause me no problems whatsoever’ Ken’s new owner says as she is fitting the handcuffs and attaching them to the chain encircling Ken’s waist.

We have been looking forward to this moment for some time

Ken first came to the attention of Inspectors Anderson and York during an investigation that they were carrying out and his name was brought up by many of the people they questioned but there wasn’t enough evidence to connect him with the case but Inspector Anderson decided that she would bring Ken in for questioning anyway just in case he said something that would implicate him allowing a deeper investigation to be undertaken.

Inspector Anderson was a tall brunette with a very forceful personality but it quickly became clear to Ken that she was on a bit of a fishing trip and Ken avoided the bait that every question posed although he sensed that if it had been a genuine questioning then she would have got the information she wanted without difficulty and this was even more so when she invited her colleague, Inspector York, to join the interview as she was equally forceful but seemingly a bit more direct.

At the end of the interview Ken had the feeling that while both Inspector Anderson and York realised that he wasn’t involved in the case they were currently investigating they thought they would be seeing him again in different circumstances before too long. Ken soon forgot about his encounter with the two Inspectors and carried on with his normal business completely unaware that he was under almost constant investigation due to the suspicions that the two Inspectors held about him.

What it was that eventually got Ken into trouble was his writing for Red Star, one of the magazines that the government had banned due to the revolutionary views that it promoted and the organisation that had been behind the magazine had been branded a threat to national security. One evening as Ken was returning from work he was intercepted by Inspector Anderson and Inspector York who pulled his hands behind his back and slapped a pair of handcuffs onto his wrists. Ken was led back to his flat and watched forlornly as the two of them searched the flat finding clippings of his articles from the magazine which he had stupidly kept for vanity. They also found his notebook with a draft of the next article which was heavily critical of the police.

‘You have been on our radar since the initial interview Ken and you are the last of the writers for the Red Star magazine to be identified so well done for lasting out this long. But it’s over now and there is absolutely nothing that you can do to protect yourself now as we have all the information that we need to put you before the courts, the notebook and clippings that we’ve collected today are just the icing on the cake. You are going to be put away for a long time although whether you’ll survive that long in the harsh environment of the mine is anyone’s guess’ Inspector Anderson says to Ken as they are leading him out of the flat and into an unmarked car.

‘In many of your articles you mention police brutality and it is with the greatest of pleasure that I can tell you that before too long you will be experiencing that brutality at first hand’ Inspector York says giving Ken a hard slap across the face with her hand, ‘and no that wasn’t a part of it’ she adds when Ken turns to look at her. Ken expects to be taken to the main police station but the car is driven out of the city to an old farmhouse which looks like it hasn’t been used for years from the outside. Ken is pulled unceremoniously from the car and marched into the house where his eyes alight on two different sets of stocks, a heavy wooden cross and a small steel cage. Ken can also see an array of whips in the room and realises that everything that he’d written in the past was true.

‘As you will see Ken your articles have been fairly accurate and we are the top Inspectors in the city and this is where our reputation for success is founded. Normally no one comes out of this room without having given us the information that we want but in your case this isn’t about getting information from you because there is no information you have that we need so this is simply about us having our fun with you and we have been looking forward to this moment for some time’ Inspector York is saying as she has brought Ken to a halt in the centre of the room.

‘I had the pleasure of first go at our last victim Inspector Anderson so you have the honour this time’ Inspector York says taking a step back.

‘Thank you Inspector York. I will try to leave some space for you to do your work’ Inspector Anderson says as she is leading Ken over to the wooden stocks.

‘Strip down to your pants and don’t even think about trying to escape’ Inspector Anderson says sharply and Ken knows that escape is impossible once you’ve been caught so he slowly complies with the instruction.

‘We have been looking forward to this for so long that an extra delay won’t matter, all it is doing is prolonging your stay’ Inspector Anderson says as she can see Ken trying to delay the inevitable. Soon enough Ken finds himself immobilised within the heavy wooden stocks and within seconds the first slashing strike from a whip has cut across his back. Ken stiffens as the pain flows through him anticipating the next slash which doesn’t come until he has relaxed his muscles. Inspector Anderson shows absolutely no mercy delivering each strike from the whip just as hard as she could, soon drawing cries from Ken.

‘I’m so glad that we are not trying to get any information from you as there is no point in stopping at the point where you are ready to talk’ Inspector Anderson says as she has Ken’s back nice and tender, ‘but now I’ll pass you over to Inspector York so that she can finish you off’.

‘Right Ken I’ll have you in the metal stocks and completely naked’ Inspector York says as she has released Ken from the wooden stocks before dragging him across the room to the other side where he is put into an even more restrictive set of stocks.

‘You’ve left me some nice fresh skin Inspector Anderson let’s see if my whip can turn this to the same bloody mass that you’ve created in all other areas’ Inspector York says before starting to use her own whip on Ken.

Bedtime beating

‘You have been sent to this establishment to learn some respect for authority young man and by the time you leave here if a woman tells you to jump you will jump do I make myself clear?’ the Head Wardress of St. Andrews Reformatory says to Ken at the start of his indeterminate sentence after he’d been caught giving an undercover policewoman the finger during a student protest.

‘And just how high will I have to jump?’ Ken answers impertinently. In the blink of an eye the Head Wardress has swung her arm out and delivered a slap to Ken’s cheek leaving a stinging red mark that he tries to rub away.

‘Hands by your side boy’ the Head Wardress barks, ‘now I can see why you have been given an indeterminate sentence and just so that you fully understand the implications of this it means that you will not be released from the Reformatory until I am convinced that you have been reformed and will respect anyone in a position of authority’ the Head Wardress continues before delivering another slap to Ken’s cheek just as his hands have returned to his side.

‘I see that you are still carrying around a measure of puppy fat well I’m sure that our regime of healthy food and hard physical labour will soon get rid of that and with that I will hand you over to your overseer but I will see you again tonight to administer your bedtime beating’ the Head Wardress says beckoning another woman into the room.

As soon as Ken sees his overseer it feels like an ice cold hand has taken grip of his heart as she looks very similar to the policewoman who had given evidence against him in the courtroom earlier today.

‘Oh what a small world we live in boy’ my overseer says as soon as we are out into the open air, ‘my twin sister told me about this case and I’m so glad that you are in my work gang as no-one disrespects a member of my family in that way and gets away with it’ she continues before delivering a slap to my cheek on top of the red handprints left by the Head Wardress. ‘I’m going to enjoy watching you drag logs round day after day whipping you incessantly when you fail in your tasks’ she finishes cruelly.

I was taken to the store room where I had to strip out of my civilian clothing prior to being showered in ice cold water and left dripping wet prior to being issued with my kit which was a pair of heavy boots, a plain white t-shirt and a pair of shorts all of which I had to put on my dripping wet body which was very uncomfortable but this was soon to be the least of my worries as I was marched out to the work area with slaps every couple of steps as I couldn’t march to my overseer’s satisfaction. All around me I could see men and women toiling at different backbreaking tasks under constant goading from overseers armed with whips and canes.

As the newest inmate I was given the hardest task within the gang and that was dragging logs from the cutting area to the final preparation area and for this I found my hands manacled behind me and to these manacles a chain was attached which was then clipped to a chain on the log and under the driving blows from my overseer I had to walk forward pulling the log behind me over very rough ground to the sawmill where it was left and you had to run back to the log pile only to do the same thing again and again. Within minutes the sweat was running down my body and I felt like I was gasping my last which was when the overseer was really able to have fun with their prisoner as they wouldn’t allow you to stop or slow down.

The dropping of the sun behind the trees was the only way in which I could measure the time and it must have been late in the evening when finally the chain was unclipped from the manacles around my wrists but they were left manacled as everyone was marched in close formation back to the camp where I was separated and taken to a different building and I had to strip completely before I was hosed down with ice cold water again and this time it was quite a relief but again I was not able to dry myself. I had to pick up my uniform and march through the building to a bare steel cage where the Head Wardress was waiting with a large wooden paddle in her hand which had two lines of holes down it.

‘All new inmates are allocated a bare steel cell and bedding can only be gained through the recommendation of your overseer and just to ensure that you are not too comfortable overnight before bed all inmates in the steel cages are given a beating by me so get yourself over the cage in preparation’.