Now you know what this apparatus is for

Since arriving at the training camp Ken has seen and been intrigued by a piece of apparatus that is dominating one end of the field but he hasn’t been able to think about it and any request for information on what it is for are met with silence from the staff and his fellow trainee’s. The camp was voluntary but it came with a heavy suggestion from the authorities as all the trainees were all boys and girls between the ages of 18 and 21 who had come to the attention of the authorities for some reason or another.

Ken had come to the attention of the authorities for playing a peripheral role in a large fight that had broken out between two sets of football fans and the only reason he wasn’t joining many of the others in front of the courts was that he’d only reacted after being hit a couple of times so was considered to be acting in self defence. It was the police man who came to see Ken’s parents the following morning who must have made the suggestion of the camp as when he got in that evening from his summer job he was told that he was going to the camp and before he had a chance to argue a formidable man and woman dressed in combats had escorted him out of the house to a car.

‘You have been selected as an ideal candidate for our 10 week training program which has been designed to teach those with the potential to self destruct the value of self discipline and this is because of the fight you were involved in last night. Your parents’ think that the program would be very beneficial for you generally but it is voluntary and therefore you have to agree so do we have your agreement?’ the woman asks having sat down beside Ken and her very presence is intimidating enough.

‘Yes you have my agreement’ Ken responds and before there is any opportunity to change his mind the car sets off and not another word is spoken until the car pulls up to a solid wooden gate in a high fence that opens automatically and then quickly closes behind the car. Looking round Ken sees a dozen or so simple wooden huts to one side of a large grassy field and beyond that looks to be mile upon mile of trees reminding Ken of stories he’d read in the past of labour camps and it was almost as if the woman was reading his mind.

‘Yes this place does look like a Russian labour camp and we have taken elements of that into our program as we believe that hard physical work is very good for the mind particularly for the likes of you who is intelligent enough to make something of their life but seemingly intent on wasting the opportunity of a university education. But it also brings in elements of the first stages of military training to get you physically fit and used to structure and taking orders from people as there seems to be an arrogant streak in your personality and you could certainly do with shedding more than a few pounds in weight’ the woman says when the car has drawn to a halt in front of the one brick building on site. Ken is soon fitted into his outfit of a simple green t-shirt and combat trousers with a pair of heavy boots to accompany them.

‘All new trainee’s start with a fitness test so you will drop to the ground and give me 20 press-ups and 20 sit-ups before you go for a two mile run’ the woman says and she is supervising very closely and discounts any repetition which doesn’t meet her exacting standards so that to get to 20 Ken has done around double that and his t-shirt is speckled with sweat, ‘not good at all but by the end of the program you will be giving me 200 without any difficult and now let’s see how slow you are on this run’ the woman says and she sets Ken off running towards the gate with her following and there is no rest when the reach the gate which is the mile as he is immediately instructed to run back to the starting point. It is more of a walk on the way back as Ken feels like he is gasping his last breath.

‘Twenty minutes is absolutely pathetic boy. I’ve got my work cut out with you and because of that you will spend your first two weeks in non-stop physical training under my supervision’ the woman says and it is during these sessions that Ken sees the apparatus in the field but the sessions are such hell that he doesn’t think rationally about it. There was a thirty minute period at the start of the day to get your building ready for the daily inspection and this was about the only time you had without supervision or sleep. The camp was getting new trainees almost every day and after a few weeks one of these had managed to smuggle in some cigarettes and he immediately became very popular and it was only a matter of time before someone was caught smoking and unfortunately Ken and Sarah were those people.

‘Well Ken you’ve been wondering what that apparatus at the end of the field is for and now you and Sarah are about to find out’ the woman who’d been supervising Ken’s physical training said with a smile on her face. Ken was instantly worried by this because a smile from her meant that she had dreamed up some new torment to put those on her physical training session through and this was to prove absolutely no different.

Sarah and Ken were marched at double time to the apparatus and instructed to face each other from either side of it. Ropes were hanging down from each of the uprights and these were wound round the upright a couple of times before they were tied round Sarah’s wrists first, stretching her forward and up onto her toes so that her body was pulled a little forward over the cross spar and suddenly Ken realised that the apparatus was a punishment trestle of some sort and he shrunk back from it but he was ordered to step forward to it to be similarly attached. Ken’s bottom was bared and then the woman walked round to Sarah to bare her bottom.

‘I am sure that the purpose of the apparatus is clear to both of you now but I’ll let the discomfort of the position and your situation sink in for a while before I return to administer the caning that is coming your way for smoking’ the woman says leaving Sarah and Ken to contemplate their fate. Neither spoke to each other but there was a mutual sympathy there and this only grew when they heard all of the trainees being marched up to watch the spectacle.

‘These two were caught smoking this morning and they will be punished with twenty four strokes of the cane to teach them that such behaviour is against the rules but equally importantly to act as a deterrent for the rest of you because if anyone else is caught smoking the punishment will be doubled’ the woman who’d put them in this position said sharply to the audience. Ken was rather glad that she walked round to him first because he just wanted the ordeal over and knew that if he’d had to watch Sarah being caned it would have been a torture in its own right. Ken felt the cane tap insistently on his bottom a couple of times before the first stroke is unleashed landing with a very sharp crack. There is an audible gasp from the audience and no sound from Ken but that is only because he is so shocked.

‘One’ is the call from another of the camp staff and that brought the second stroke down onto Ken’s bottom and again he managed to remain silent but only by clenching his teeth very tightly together. This was the pattern that as soon as the stroke was announced the next one landed and it appeared that there was no great hurry to complete the punishment as there were at least fifteen seconds between each to allow the pain to reach its peak just as the next one landed and it wasn’t too long before moans could be heard coming from Ken with each stroke. Ken had no idea what his bottom looked like but it felt as if he would never sit comfortably again because of the heat and pain in it. At one point as he was throwing his head back after a particularly severe stroke he caught sight of Sarah and tears were already beginning to trickle down her cheeks as the time for her caning was approaching rather quickly. Ken didn’t even realise to begin with that his caning had been completed as his bottom was in so much pain that it had taken over his brain.

It was only when he heard everyone marching round to the other side of the frame to watch Sarah’s punishment that he knew his was over and now he had to listen to her cries from the mid way point of the caning and this was almost worse than receiving the cane himself but soon enough it was over leaving the two of them with the woman who’d administered the caning.

‘Let’s untie you and you can both take your place in my physical training session and should there be any slacking from you then you will be back over the frame for another caning’ the woman says as she is untying us.

Your time is up

‘I would have thought that being naked and spread eagled on the table with your bottom raised by a pillow would have given you the opportunity to reflect and confess your involvement in organising the sit in which the students have been engaged in Ken but it appears not. Your time is up and I’ll give you something to warm you up because your shivers have been very obvious and then if you are still not prepared to talk to me you can have another period of contemplation’ Miss Williams one of the senior staff of the College says to a tightly bound and blind folded Ken.

‘Splat’ a heavy leather tawse cracks across Ken’s bottom and the fact that the skin was so cold from its exposure to the cold of the room since first thing this morning made it even more painful.

‘Aah’ was Ken’s immediate reaction.

‘Well if you want this to stop Ken all you have to do is give us the details of the other ring leaders of the occupation’ Miss Williams says in her cut glass accent.

‘Splat’ the tawse cracked down again and on a completely different area of skin spreading the sting and there is no sound from Ken this time and no comment from Miss Williams. Each blow from the tawse is very hard and so far they have all been confined to Ken’s bottom which now feels like it is on fire so Miss Williams changes tack and drives the tawse down onto his thighs.

‘Fuck’ was Ken’s response.

‘Glad to see that you are still with us Ken, I thought I was losing my touch and you’d fallen asleep’ Miss Williams says sarcastically before striping Ken’s thighs so that they match the colour of his bottom.

‘Do you want to give me the names of the people who are leading the actual occupation of the Great Hall?’ Miss Williams asks and this is the first direct question that Ken has been asked since he was put into the room.

‘I’ve absolutely no idea what you are talking about’ Ken answers.

‘Oh well I guess I’ll just leave you to think about the question then but I’ll give you something else to think about’ Miss Williams says before she pushes something under Ken’s nose and he gets the strong smell of urine and it is quickly withdrawn only to be tipped all over his head, ‘there is lots more of that available Ken’ was the accompanying comment and then things went very quiet again. It got very cold and uncomfortable as the urine dried around Ken’s face and the sting in his bottom and thighs turned into a deep throb. Another bucket of urine is thrown over Ken before a whip crashes down into his back.

‘By the way Ken this isn’t now about finding any information from you because the occupation has been ended so this is simply about punishing you for having set it up and also about me having my fun with you’ Miss Williams says before she begins to whip me in earnest. As the whip lashes across my back the remnants of the urine that has been thrown over me stings the welts and just to torment me further at the end of the whipping another bucket is thrown over me.

‘Well you now have an interesting choice to make Ken? So far I haven’t told anyone else of your involvement in arranging the occupation which means that as things stand you will not be thrown out of the university and handed over to the police. If you want it to stay this way then you will agree to being my personal pain toy but if you don’t want this I’ll be passing the evidence of your guilt on. I’ll give you some time to think this over’ Miss Williams says.

‘Do you have an answer for me then Ken?’ Miss Williams asks after giving me a lash from the whip.

‘I’ll become your personal pain toy’ Ken answers.

‘A very sensible choice Ken and I think you’ve had enough for now but when you receive a message from me in the future you will obey it immediately and without question’ Miss Williams says having removed the blindfold so that Ken knows exactly who his new owner is.

Unfair sentence

“You shameless little whore. You shall be taken from here to the Market Square where you shall be stripped naked and flogged. You shall receive two hundred lashes. Hangman, I charge you to pay particular attention to this thieving little slut. Scourge her soundly; scourge her till the blood runs! I want to see you draw blood with every stroke of the whip; see that I am not disappointed. You shall then take the slut to the House of Correction, where she shall spend six months with hard labour.”

I was the hangman tasked with carrying out this sadistic sentence and having been following the case with interest it was obvious that there was something else going on in this case because the original offence didn’t merit this savagery. I went down to the cells where the young woman was being held prior to the punishment being inflicted and she was sitting on the floor with her head in her hands. She was very neatly dressed and even with the dejected look on her face she was a pretty thing helped by the long golden locks that were flowing down her back. I dismissed the guard that was standing outside the cell and sat down on the bunk beside her.

‘What have you done to upset the Judge?’ I ask.

‘I can’t tell you’ the woman says obviously fearful of what will happen to her if the Judge finds out that she has talked.

‘You have nothing to fear from telling me what really happened because I know that there is something going on because he only gives those sorts of judgements when he is personally implicated in the case’ I say as the woman is looking up at me.

‘I was working in a local brothel that the Judge frequents regularly and as the newest girl he repeatedly raped and buggered me leaving me pregnant with his child and when he found out he demanded that I have the child destroyed. I refused to do this so he had the Madam set me up on a charge of theft by another client and his sentence is designed to ensure that the child is destroyed either by your flogging or during my time at the House of Correction so that there is no lasting evidence of his use of the brothel’ the woman explains and I can well believe it to be true because my position gives me access to lots of information. I know that the enemies of this particular Judge have been gathering all sorts of information on him because I’ve been a conduit for much of this and they are currently plotting how to use this information against him even though he is one of the most powerful people in the country.

‘Thank you I believe what you have said and I will try to make this flogging as gentle as I can get away with and will then ensure that your time in the House of Correction is safe. Take this flask of whisky and drink it all before you are led out to the whipping post. When I hood you for your flogging you will find another flask of whisky in the top of the hood and there will be a tube from this going into your mouth so drink it during the flogging to dull the worst of the pain’ I explain.

‘Why are you doing this for me? If the Judge sees that his sentence is not carried out fully then he will have you destroyed like he is trying to do to me’ the woman says.

‘I am doing this because I will not carry out the sick work of covering up his indiscretions and don’t worry before too long he will not be in a position to have anyone destroyed’ I say handing over the flask of whisky to the woman and she downs it in one before giving it back to me.

‘Bring that slut to me in twenty minutes’ I say to the guards while I head off to the square in front of the courthouse to prepare for the flogging. On my way I stop in my room to refill the flask of whisky and put it in a pouch at the top of the hood before connecting up the tube to it and running this down the front of the hood. As normal on a day when sentences are being delivered in court there is a large crowd outside the courthouse waiting for any sentence to be carried out because they are always carried out publicly and when they see me stepping out onto the platform with my whips they know that they are in for some action and almost magically the crowd multiplies.

A clamour of excitement goes through the crowd when they see the pretty young woman being dragged out by the two male guards who forcibly strip her before tying her wrists and securing the ropes high up on the whipping post stretching out her naked body giving me the best target and the audience the best view. I fold the woman’s long golden locks up onto the top of her head to completely expose her back and fit the hood over the top of this ensuring that the tube from the hood is discretely lodged in the side of her mouth.

‘By the order of the court this woman is sentenced to receive two hundred lashes with the cat and six months in the House of Correction with hard labour for the offence of theft’ I announce to the crowd.

I pick up the whip and inspect each of the long, hard tails with the biting knots along the length of the tails spotting the Judge watching on from the courtroom window during an intermission in his trials for the day. His position meant that he would have a perfect view of the woman’s back so that he could see that his instruction was carried out and for this reason I made the first four dozen lashes vicious tearing long cuts in the pale skin of the woman’s upper back and shoulders and curling round onto her sides and breasts. Each of these draws piercing, shrill screams from the woman and cheers from the watching crowd. After these the woman slips into unconsciousness and normally she would have been revived immediately but because I knew the Judge could not see this I didn’t have her revived until we were half way through the flogging. I signalled for the guards to step forward to douse the woman with buckets of ice cold water and this revived her with another loud scream.

As this was happening I took the opportunity to have a drink of water and during this I checked to see if the Judge was still watching the punishment but he wasn’t so I resumed the flogging but with gentler strokes although not so gentle that the watching crowd noticed. I had avoided hitting low down on the woman’s back and wrapping the whip round onto her stomach but her upper back, shoulders, bottom, thighs and breasts were scourged with marks just in case the Judge paid her a visit in the House of Correction to see that his sentence had been carried out although I doubted that he would do so as it was a very dangerous place for him to be given the number of people he’d put there who would not care about the consequences for themselves if he appeared.

By the end of the flogging the woman has almost passed out again and when her wrists are cut down from the top of the post she collapses down onto the ground. I remove the hood from her head and put it in my pocket so that I can get the flask out afterwards. I am responsible for delivering the woman to the House of Correction so I pull her to her feet and basically carry her naked form back into the courthouse and then the fairly short distance to the House of Correction where the Head Warden is waiting for us.

‘If this woman is harassed in any way by you, your staff, fellow inmates or visitors then you will pay a very high price. Remember that I know all about what really happened to your wife and about your lovers both male and female’ I state decisively as I hand the woman over.

‘It will be done’ the Head Warden responds through tightly gritted teeth obviously regretting that he will not be able to get his hands on this fresh piece of meat once she has recovered from the effects of the flogging as I have clearly staked my ownership to him and he knows that I have all the information that I need to destroy him. I visit the woman every week to check that she is not being harmed and clearly the Head Warden has taken my threat seriously because she is on the lightest possible of hard labour assignments and with each visit her bump is getting more prominent. I talk to the woman during each visit and I get the sense that she isn’t quite what she seems and this is confirmed when she eventually reveals her original name to me.

When I found out her name it was obvious why she had taken a new name and a new life as much as she could because she was from an aristocratic background but the rest of her family had been wiped out when she was just a baby during the revolution. I did a bit more digging after this and found that the family assets were still in existence but they are held in exile so I decided that it was time to get her out of the country where she could resume her former life. It was also time for me to get out of the country because my knowledge of the peccadilloes of all the Judges and members of the Judiciary system were coming dangerously close to the surface and there has already been one warning for me with the assassination of one of the members of the torture chamber who had shared some information with the wrong people.

Handed over

‘Your behaviour is getting seriously out of hand Ken and if you do not learn to tow the line then I will reluctantly have to hand you over to Sarah and Louise’ Ken’s mum says to him after he’d been brought home in a very drunk condition by one of his friends again.

‘Yes mum’ Ken says dutifully but knowing that his mum’s bark was much worse than her bite so he had no fear about being passed over to Sarah and Louise who were both police officers and close friends of my mum. Ken was well aware that Sarah and Louise had regularly reported his misdeeds to his mum but he had always promised be mend his ways and this had been enough to get round his mum.

‘Don’t forget the warning I gave you last night Ken as this time I really mean it’ his mum says to Ken the following morning but he thinks it is another empty threat so as it was Friday that night he was going to go out and have fun again. After work he went out as normal and after a few pints the group moved on to another pub and then on to the club. Ken chatted up a girl and they ended up going outside for a smoke and when they were outside they started to have sex.

There was a spring in his step when Ken was walking home and even the extra car that was in the driveway didn’t raise any alarm bells with him. As was normal Ken went into the lounge when he came in and it was this was when he realised that he was in trouble as Sarah and Louise were standing on either side of the door and his mother was sitting on the sofa with an angry look on her face. Spread out on the coffee table were still photographs that had obviously been taken from a CCTV camera in the alleyway beside the club as they clearly showed Ken and the girl having sex. Ken made a dart for the door but his progress was quickly blocked by Sarah and before he could react Louise had taken hold of his arms and was fitting the handcuffs around his wrists. Louise led Ken away from the door and with one hand in his hair and the other on his cuffs she forced him to look at his mother and Sarah who had moved to stand beside her.

‘I warned you last night Ken that your behaviour was getting out of hand and what would happen if it didn’t improve repeating the warning but it seems that it has had absolutely no effect on you. These pictures are utterly disgusting Ken and I’m going to hand you over to Sarah and Louise who have promised me that they will deal with this matter and your general behaviour without it having to go to the courts’ my mum says and on a signal from her Louise turns me round and marches me out of the house and into the second car that was parked in the driveway.

‘Well at long last boy you are ours now and we are going to have a lot of fun with you. We have found the little tart that you were having fun with outside the club and we thought that we should reunite you since you abandoned her rather quickly’ Sarah says before giving Ken a sharp slap across the cheek. Louise starts driving the car out into the country eventually pulling up at a very remote house where a light is blazing in one of the rooms. Sarah gets Ken out of the car while Louise goes up to the house and opens the door and there is no resistance from Ken as he is led into the house and through to the room where the light is on and he is immediately greeted by the sight of the girl from earlier in the evening tied over the stool with her bare, and already rather red, bottom on display. There is a second stool next to the girl and on a table in the corner of the room Ken can see a range of straps, paddles and canes.

Louise takes over the control of Ken just as she had when he’d arrived home and she forces him to watch Sarah walk over to the table and select a heavy leather strap which she takes over to the girl and delivers ten very hard swats to her bottom each of which draws a sharp cry from the girl.

‘It’s time that you felt the same Ken’ Sarah says having turned round to look at Ken. Louise marches him forward and strips him from the waist down before bending him over the stool. Louise releases the handcuffs but immediately brings Ken’s hands forward and ties them to the arms of the stool before she steps back behind Ken for a view of what Sarah is about to do to him. Keeping the same strap in her hands Sarah walks behind Ken and measures up her target letting the strap run slowly across both cheeks before in one motion she took it up behind her shoulder and drove it down into the centre of the target.

‘Crack’ was the sound it made on impact.

‘Ow’ was Ken’s immediate response.

‘There is a lot more to come Ken, and you won’t get any sympathy from either of us because of the torment you’ve put your mum through’ Sarah says before delivering the second stroke. Sarah delivered a total of thirty strokes with the strap and Ken felt like his bottom was three times its normal size by the time she placed the strap back on the table but this only led to Louise picking up a wooden paddle from the same table and resting it on Ken’s bottom.

‘I’m not going to be denied my share of the fun’ Louise says.

‘Splat’ is the sound of the paddle as it lands.

‘Aah’ is Ken’s much sharper response this time.

‘That’s more like the sound we want to hear’ Sarah remarks just before the second splat lands and Louise gives a total of thirty smacks as well.

‘Well you two, we will return on the hour every hour to give you thirty strokes. Girl you will be released at 12pm tomorrow but boy you will not be released until early on Monday morning’ Louise says as the two of them leave the room.

Just because I can

‘I see that one of my colleagues has already had a go at you since you arrived this morning’ the guard says, ‘well I am going to give you my own beating simply because I can and it will be a good lesson to you that you are in prison and your body belongs to us now. No matter what you do or how you behave the spectre of punishment will never be far from you as you are here to suffer for your sins’ the guard says as she is pushing Ken down over the very sturdy wooden table that his hands are currently cuffed to.

A loud splat echoes around the room when the paddle that the guard has picked up makes contact with Ken’s defenceless bottom.

‘Fuck’ was the immediate response from Ken as the pain coursed through his body. A second, harder, smack landed immediately after this expletive and the guard grabbed a handful of Ken’s hair and pulled his head back.

‘Language like that will not be tolerated from an inmate and you are going to be placed on report for swearing at a guard, your fate will be determined at the next sitting of the Governess’ court’ the guard says as she rains down a series of hard swats onto Ken’s bottom making it redder and redder with each blow.

‘That should be enough for the moment, your bottom is nice and purple in places but there is a rather alarming lack of marks on your back so I think I’ll just leave you here for a while in case any of the other guards want to beat you. I’ll be back later on to take you before the Governess’ court’ the guard says delivering a further swat with the paddle to Ken’s bottom drawing a scream from him as it landed perfectly on the most heavily bruised part of his bottom.

‘Oh how lovely, fresh meat whose bottom has already been beaten but kindly the back has been left free for a whipping’ Ken hears from another guard who grabs his hair and pulls his head round to look into her piercing blue eyes. There is a glint in the eyes as she releases the cuffs from the table and drags Ken over to the wall and locks the cuffs into steel hoops high up in the stone walls.

‘Let’s see if I can get a second swearing at a guard charge on your record’ the guard says as she is drawing a whip over Ken’s back for a few seconds before he hears it whistling through the air. Instinctively he tenses up his shoulders as if trying to pull away from the stroke but it doesn’t work. It feels like it is tearing a gash in the skin as it lands.

‘Well not got you for swearing at a guard but have added the charge of resisting punishment to your charge sheet and now there will be two guards accompanying you to the Governess’ court. You are going to regret the day you ever sold that magazine to the undercover police officer’ the guard says before setting about the whipping with gusto.