Like Mother, Like Daughter

[windar]

I know, I know, I said "Jungle Hell" would be the last Trabbian story. But, then, Jon Smithie said how much he liked the Priya character, so I told him that if he reviewed "Trabbian Justice" (favorably or unfavorably) and wrote another chapter of his "Mina" story, I would do another Priya story (a short one). Jon held up his part after a bit of time (the review was even largely favorable) so it's time to hold up mine.

For those who have followed this saga of judicial corporal punishment, this piece takes place right after Chapter 20 of "Jungle Hell", but before the Epilog. For those who haven't followed the saga, but, for some reason, would like to, here are the links http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/trabbian-justice.5427/ http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/trabbian-justice-comes-to-america.5484/
http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/trabbian-justice-jungle-hell.5527/

Now, without further ado, I present, "Like Mother, Like Daughter". If you like it, thank Jon. If you don't, blame the author...


It was a long flight from the Trabbian capital of Pranda back to New York, via Bangkok and Hong Kong, giving Priya Raman plenty of time to think. Dr. Fong’s offer to become Medical Director of Trabco Pharmaceuticals, in charge of testing their wound healing cream in US clinical trials, had arrived in her inbox during the layover in Hong Kong.

It was tempting to say the least. Besides the very large salary increase over her job as the doctor supervising judicial canings at the Female Corporal Punishment Center #3 in the town where she had attended Dorsbury College as an undergraduate almost fifteen years ago, there were stock options involved. Priya wasn’t sure how much those would be worth in the end, but she could ask the guy who handled her and her husband Sanjay’s investments for his best guess.

As nice as the money would be, that wasn’t the major factor in Priya’s decision. She and Sanjay were comfortable and his computer consulting business was doing quite well. The main attraction for Priya was that the cream worked. In fact, it worked incredibly well, better than any of the drugs currently on the market in the US.

Priya knew this from personal experience, as the cream had been used on her butt and back after the canings and floggings she had suffered during her visits to Trabbia and even the worst wounds healed quickly and with only faint, barely visible scars. Why shouldn’t Americans have access to this wonder drug-not just the criminals who received corporal punishment under the recently enacted laws, but people with cuts, burns, and other serious wounds?

But, on the down side, it meant working for the evil and perverted, Dr. Fong, the man who had bought the right to fuck her and whip her tits when she was a prisoner in Warden Noba’s labor camp, and then, only days later, treated her like a professional colleague and offered her this job.

What would it say about her that she would accept a job with such a monster, even if his cream really could benefit humankind? Could one be a benefactor and a sadist at the same time? Could Priya trust him enough to work for him? And what about Noba? What was her role in all this? It was enough to make Priya’s head spin.

She supposed there wasn’t much Fong could do to her since she would be based in the US, but what about when she went to Trabbia for meetings? It was a country where if a powerful person wanted you to be convicted of a crime, you would be. And Fong’s money and renown certainly made him a powerful person.

Priya would have to give this offer some very careful consideration she decided as she collected her luggage at JFK and made her way through customs and found her car in the parking lot. It was covered with several inches of snow. Priya brushed it off and let the heater run for a while before hitting the road to Dorsbury, which she hoped would be in decent shape. The weather was certainly nicer in Trabbia.

By the time Priya pulled into her garage, it was almost midnight. Sanjay was sleeping and she got into her nightgown and crawled into bed next to him. He barely stirred. They’d talk in the morning-she didn’t have to be back at work until noon.

Priya would tell him, of course, about the job offer. But would she tell him about her experience at the labor camp, volunteering to be slave labor, being whipped and tortured and compelled to prostitute herself? Or about the time she had been caned and whipped in Trabbia back when she was a student?

Would she dare admit that she got off watching women being flogged and being flogged herself? What would Sanjay think if he knew the truth? Would that be the end of her marriage? Priya would have to think long and hard about telling him.

***​

When Priya arrived at work the next afternoon, she was greeted warmly by the two Correctional Officers assigned to the Female Corporal Punishment Facility #3, Sergeant Sue Miller and Officer Beth Timmins.

“It’s great to have you back Priya,” Sue told her. “Doc Smithies filled in for you, but it just wasn’t the same.”

Priya smiled at the complement. Smithies was a rather dour older man, who probably wasn’t as free in his banter with Sue and Beth as she was.

“How was your trip?” Beth asked.

“About 50 degrees warmer than here,” Priya said. “Do I look like I got a tan?” she asked.

Beth and Sue stared at her. Priya knew that with her dark coffee colored skin, these women wouldn’t really be able to notice if she had gotten a tan, though she had spent several days toiling virtually naked under the tropical sun.

“I’m kidding,” Priya said. The two guards looked relieved not to have to comment on Priya’s skin color. “It was interesting. I learned a lot,” she said enigmatically. “What’s on the calendar for today?”

Sue gathered some folders that were lying on her desk, laying them out on the table in the center of the room. “These two were done this morning, so all you have to do is discharge them tomorrow. So you can get caught up on your paperwork.”

“There’s never a shortage of paperwork, is there?” Priya said. Beth rolled her eyes. Priya picked up the two folders of the morning’s sufferers and skimmed them quickly-nothing special with those two. One was a blonde girl from a small community a short distance outside Dorsbury. Speeding, second offense within six months, six strokes. The second was a tough looking Hispanic girl who had punched another woman who was sleeping with her boyfriend (or at least she had thought so). That had earned her an even dozen.

“What about those?” she asked, indicating the other folders on Sue’s desk.

Sue picked up the three documents. “These are for tomorrow, Doc. You remember that demonstration on campus when the Attorney General came a few months ago? Students Against Caning, or SAC? They seem to think what we do here is cruel and unjust.” Sue chuckled and nudged Beth with her elbow. Beth chuckled as well.

Priya vaguely remembered reading something about it in the local rag. It was a largely peaceful demonstration, though a small group of students, male and female, had thrown eggs at the AG’s car and gotten arrested. The male ones would be dealt with at the Male Corporal Punishment Facility nearby.

She picked up the first folder. Pamela Drake, a somewhat butch looking girl with short dark brown hair. Address was an off-campus apartment in the student ghetto. Priya scanned down to the sentence. “Wow! Eighteen strokes!” she exclaimed. “That’s pretty harsh for egging a car.”

“It was the AG’s car and it was Judge Powers,” Beth said. Judge Powers’ nickname was “Maximum Marty”.

“They went to trial rather than take a plea and used the occasion to make political speeches,” Sue added.

Priya shook her head. “These students really don’t know what they’re in for, do they?”

Sue cackled. “Serves the little fuckers right!” she pronounced. “Caning is the best thing that has happened to this state. It’s exactly what criminals deserve and we don’t need a bunch of rich college bitches sticking their noses in.” Beth nodded her agreement.

Priya looked at the next folder. Keisha Melrose, a very pretty African American girl with dreadlocks and an address on the same block as Pamela Drake. She was also sentenced to eighteen lashes.

She picked up the third folder. Rebecca Goldman had curly hair and an attractive face. What Priya couldn’t help noticing was her strong resemblance to Priya’s former Professor, Susan Gelden, who had led Priya and two of her classmates on the archeological trip to Trabbia, an adventure which had ended up with them all being caned on trumped up charges.

Priya had had a crush on her professor that had developed into a lesbian romance under the stress of their ordeal in Trabbia. Susan had left Dorsbury shortly after their return and was now a professor in Chicago, though Priya had seen in Pranda that Susan was still working on projects in Trabbia, unearthing antiquities.

Priya remembered that Susan had a daughter. She had run into Susan on campus with her one time and if she calculated correctly, the daughter would be around twenty now. Given Susan’s connection with Dorsbury, it wouldn’t be unusual for her daughter to go there.

But Rebecca’s name was Goldman, not Gelden. Priya checked the address in the file. It wasn’t in the student neighborhood, but in an area of town where many faculty lived. Of course, her father, one of Susan’s exes, could very well be a Dorsbury professor and she might be living with him, as she had done when Susan traveled. Priya made a mental note of the address.

“Looks like we’ll have a busy day tomorrow,” Priya said.

“George’s arm will be sore,” Beth said, giggling. George Greider was the man who actually did the caning.

“Maybe you can give him something, Doc,” Sue said, cackling.

“Yes,” Priya said. “He just has to ask. I had better check our supplies, then,” she said, excusing herself and heading to the clinic where she examined the offenders to ensure that they were healthy enough to stand their punishment and treated their wounds afterwards.

Priya sat down at her computer, called up the Dorsbury College website and clicked on the faculty directory. There was a Professor Peter Goldman in the Chemistry Department. She looked for a P Goldman in the local telephone directory. There was one with the same address as that listed in Rebecca Goldman’s file. There could be little doubt-tomorrow, they would be caning Susan Gelden’s daughter!

 

[Jon Smithie]

If you like it, thank Jon

Thank you Jon! I love it!

Smithies was a rather dour older man, who probably wasn’t as free in his banter with Sue and Beth as she was.

Get out of my head, Windar! Oh, what a minute, Doc Smithies is a fictional character. No similarity whatsoever to the real Jon Smithie.

There could be little doubt-tomorrow, they would be caning Susan Gelden’s daughter!

Yes! Yes! And eighteen strokes too! Anticipation is building!

 

[connoisseurs]

Thanks to both of you. You say its only a short story, windar. Now, a short story is certainly better then no story and your intro with the healing cream lets room for more. The hope dies last

 

[windar]

and your intro with the healing cream lets room for more.

I hope you aren't suggesting that Priya use a non-FDA-approved medication in the US. She could get in serious trouble doing that!

 

[windar]

On the way home from the Corporal Punishment Center, Priya stopped at a little gourmet shop in the center of town to pick up a few things for dinner. After getting what she needed, Priya drove through the main square of the town. She stopped for a red light at the far end of the square, watching two crossing the street in front of her, absorbed in conversation.

Priya’s heart skipped a beat as she watched them. The younger one was Rebecca Goldman, she was sure. And the older one was her mother. She was fifteen years older than when Priya had last seen her, there was more gray in her hair, but it was definitely Susan Gelden!

‘Of course she would come to comfort her daughter in her hour of need,’ Priya thought. Even though Rebecca lived with her father, she would want her mother at a time like this.

‘Had Susan ever told her daughter about her experience being caned in Trabbia?’ Priya wondered. They had all agreed to keep it secret, and Priya had-from her parents and from Sanjay- but perhaps Susan had told Rebecca. If she hadn’t before, she might do so now.

Priya wondered what Rebecca would think if her mother chose to tell her about her own caning. Would it comfort her to know that her mother had suffered a similar fate and come through it OK? Or would her mother’s description of the intense pain make her even more frightened than she already was at what she was facing tomorrow?

For a moment, Priya considered pulling over, getting out of the car and following them, perhaps trying to overhear some of their conversation, maybe even stopping them and saying hello to Susan after all these years.

But, she decided that was foolish-what would she say to Susan in these circumstances? If she didn’t say she would be involved in Rebecca’s caning tomorrow, she would feel like a hypocrite. And if she confessed the truth, she didn’t think she could stand the disapproval that would likely flash through Susan’s eyes. The light changed and she pressed on the accelerator and drove home to make dinner.

After dinner, Priya told Sanjay about the job offer, telling him that she had met Dr. Fong in Trabbia and he had been impressed enough with her to offer her a job. That was all true, but, of course, not the whole truth.

“Whatever makes you happy, Priya, makes me happy,” he told her. “But take some time. If you seem hard to get, they may increase the offer.”

Priya was so taken with how supportive he was that she almost plunged ahead and bared her soul about the whole experience. In the end, though, she chickened out and they went to bed.

Priya woke up the next morning feeling horny. It must have been the thought of the upcoming caning of the three students, particularly Susan Gelden’s daughter, with her close physical resemblance to her mother.

She glanced at the bedside clock. It was just before 6:30 AM, still early. Sanjay was fast asleep. Priya gave him a gentle kick on his leg. He stirred and mumbled “What?”

“I’ll tell you what Sanjay,” Priya said. “You haven’t made love to me in a couple of weeks.”

He turned and looked at her. “That’s because you were 10,000 miles away, Priya. My dick is big, but not that big.”

Priya laughed. His ability to come up with a joke like that right after waking up was one of the reasons she loved her husband. She reached down and took his penis in her hand. She felt it stiffen almost immediately.

“You just lie back, Sanjay, and let me do the work,” Priya told him. He turned onto his back and she climbed on top, inserting his now hard penis into her.

Sanjay reached up to caress her breasts. “I missed you,” he said.

“And I missed you,” she replied as she slid up and down on his erection, humming with pleasure. Priya could feel the orgasm building inside of her. She slowed down for a minute, trying to keep herself just at the peak. Soon, though, the urge overwhelmed her and she rose up and then down rapidly twice, feeling Sanjay shoot inside her as she shouted out her pleasure.

She rolled off him and they lay catching their breath for a while, Sanjay’s hand resting on her buttocks, hers resting on his belly. He turned to look at the clock. “Shit,” he said, “I told Carson, I be there at 8 and I need a shower and some coffee.”

Priya sighed. Maybe if she took that job with Trabco, Sanjay could ease up on his commitments a bit. “Can you make it home for dinner by 6?” she asked him. “I’ve missed you and we can talk some more about that job and about Trabbia.”

He leaned over and kissed her. “Of course, darling,” then headed for the shower.

***​

Priya showered and dressed quickly and arrived at the Female Corporal Punishment Center before 8. Her first task was to examine the two offenders who had been caned yesterday. The normal procedure was to keep them overnight so that they couldn’t have access to painkillers to reduce the suffering that was an integral part of their punishment.

The next day, Priya would examine them and give them wound care instructions to follow at home, then certify their release. At that point, they could use whatever they wished, their debt to society having been paid.

The first offender, who had received a mere six cane strokes, didn’t look too bad-there had been minimal bleeding, mostly just some bruising. Priya quickly signed the form and Beth took her to get dressed.

The second offender had received twelve strokes and her ass looked considerably worse. Priya dressed the wounds with antibiotic ointment. She thought about trying Dr. Fong’s cream, of which she had brought a small tube back from Trabbia.

Of course, it wasn’t FDA-approved and, ethically and legally, using it outside of an organized clinical trial could raise serious issues. It would be a data point of one even if she could find her to follow up, with no placebo controls or blinding-totally worthless scientifically. “Try to sit in a warm bath three times a day if you can,” Priya told the young woman, who rolled her eyes at her.

Priya couldn’t blame her for not exactly rushing to comply with the orders of a doctor who worked for an organization whose job it was to cause you the maximum pain. She signed the release form and Beth took the woman to the locker room to retrieve her clothes.

Priya glanced at the clock on the wall. In less than an hour the three students would be arriving for their punishments. She checked that everything was in order in her clinic, then joined Beth and Sue in the common room for coffee and a donut.

After a bit of small talk about the weather-a snowstorm was predicted for the upcoming weekend-Priya announced that she would attend the check in of today’s offenders. This was something she had every right to do as the Medical Officer in charge, but did only occasionally.

“Sure, Doc,” Sue said. “It may be a bit crowded in there, since they’re sending over two male officers from the men’s facility in case of trouble, but having one more on our side couldn’t hurt.”

“Do you really expect trouble?” Priya asked. “They’re just students, after all.”

“They’re radicals,” Beth said. “They gave speeches in court about how caning is a human rights violation instead of just apologizing. Who knows what disruption they have planned for here?”

“Yeah, better safe than sorry, I say,” Sue added. “I don’t really anticipate the guys will have to get involved, but their presence ought to intimidate these bitches.” Sue’s phone buzzed. “In fact, here they are now,” she said, excusing herself to let the two men in.

And intimidating they were, both large, one white with a shaved head and a bunch of tattoos, one African-American with an earring in one ear. ‘It’s hard to tell the guards from the prisoners sometimes,’ Priya thought.

They chatted a bit as the hour neared, keeping an eye on the video from the camera that watched the offender’s entrance. Soon, a car pulled into the parking lot. Pamela Drake was driving with Keisha Melrose in the passenger seat. They got out, walked slowly towards the building and stood nervously outside the door.

The appointed time was rapidly approaching and still no sign of Rebecca. Priya was becoming concerned. The girl wouldn’t be so foolish as to blow it off, would she? And Susan wouldn’t be so foolish as to allow her to do that, Priya hoped. That would set the law after her and when they caught up with her there would be additional lashes, as many as double, and likely some prison time. Susan could also face punishment if she assisted in any way.

But, no, there was a car pulling up. Susan was driving. She got out and went over to Rebecca who was standing beside the passenger door. They hugged. They hugged again. Then Rebecca approached her two friends standing next to the building. Susan got in the car and drove off.

Sue stood up. “Let’s get this done,” she said.

 

[Totila]

I enjoyed att three stories but I must admit "Trabbian Justice Comes To America" is by far my favorite of the Trabbian triolgy, and I've gotten the impression I'm in the minority on this site.
I personally think that the cold, clinincal, impersonal feel of the actual proceedings coupled with Priya's secret, innermost thoughts ultimately makes it more believable and real than Noba's jungle debaucheries.

I was a little disappointed that Susan and her daughter eventually arrived on time and didn't try anything funny.

 

[Jon Smithie]

I enjoyed att three stories but I must admit "Trabbian Justice Comes To America" is by far my favorite of the Trabbian triolgy

I thought the canings in "TJCTA" were excellent, and I actually prefer Priya in the role of the administrator of the canings than the receiver, but "Trabbian Justice" was the first story I read of the series. I loved the build up to the canings and of course Windar's excellent description of them, so it has a special place in my heart.

I personally think that the cold, clinincal, impersonal feel of the actual proceedings coupled with Priya's secret, innermost thoughts ultimately makes it more believable and real than Noba's jungle debaucheries.

I agree. I think strip searches/judicial punishments in reality are cold, clinical and impersonal. And when they're described that way in a story, it makes it more erotic for me. We probably are in the minority on that.

I was a little disappointed that Susan and her daughter eventually arrived on time and didn't try anything funny.

Everyone wants different things. I've already put in one request, and that was probably one too many. Windar is a very capable writer and I'm just delighted he's writing another Priya story--I've been bugging him to do it for some time. So unless there's some sort of "stay of execution" contrivance I'm happy as a clam in Mississippi mud.

 

[windar]

I enjoyed att three stories but I must admit "Trabbian Justice Comes To America" is by far my favorite of the Trabbian triolgy, and I've gotten the impression I'm in the minority on this site.

I would say it's my favorite as well, though it would be less interesting without the first one. "Like Mother, Like Daughter," is by design closest to "TJ Comes to America"

I was a little disappointed that Susan and her daughter eventually arrived on time and didn't try anything funny.

The story isn't over...

I've already put in one request, and that was probably one too many.

Not at all, Jon. I am basically following your initial request aren't I?

I'm happy as a clam in Mississippi mud.

Until the clam boat comes along....

 

[Jon Smithie]

The story isn't over...

I must say, I am hoping you'll stir the pot.

Not at all, Jon. I am basically following your initial request aren't I?

If you don't mind requests, here's what I think you should do next . . . (just kidding)

Until the clam boat comes along....

Might as well be happy. The clam boat comes for us all eventually.

 

[Praefectus Praetorio]

I thought the canings in "TJCTA" were excellent, and I actually prefer Priya in the role of the administrator of the canings than the receiver, but "Trabbian Justice" was the first story I read of the series. I loved the build up to the canings and of course Windar's excellent description of them, so it has a special place in my heart.

I agree. I think strip searches/judicial punishments in reality are cold, clinical and impersonal. And when they're described that way in a story, it makes it more erotic for me. We probably are in the minority on that.

Everyone wants different things. I've already put in one request, and that was probably one too many. Windar is a very capable writer and I'm just delighted he's writing another Priya story--I've been bugging him to do it for some time. So unless there's some sort of "stay of execution" contrivance I'm happy as a clam in Mississippi mud.

Is it a treat to beat her feet in the Mississippi Mud? Bastinado anyone?

 

[windar]

Priya watched as Sue opened the door. “Form a single file line. Have your documents ready for presentation,” the Sergeant ordered. So far, this wasn’t much different than a TSA line at the airport, though the fate awaiting the women inside was somewhat worse than an uncomfortable flight in a cramped seat.

The three students looked both sullen and scared, but not openly defiant, which was good. They shuffled into a line.

Beth checked each one’s Summons to Appear for Corporal Punishment and their IDs, carefully comparing their faces with those on their licenses. Priya would later take a cheek swab so the DNA could be compared to that taken upon their arrest in case of any doubt. The higher ups in the Department wanted to be sure that no rich bitch paid some poor starving woman to take her punishment for her. Priya wondered idly what the going rate for that would be, if the Department were to permit it.

“Form a line and follow me, girls,” Sue said once Beth had completed the log in paperwork. She led the way down a corridor to a door marked “Offender Changing Area”, flashed her card key and entered the PIN, then opened the door.

The room looked like any changing room at a gym. There were lockers along one wall with a bench fixed to floor in front of it. A small table stood against the far wall.

Two things were present that would not have been found in an ordinary gym women’s changing room, however. On the table was a box of medical examining gloves and a tube of lubricant. The students probably didn’t notice those, because their eyes were riveted on the other, the two large male guards standing against the far wall.

“Everything off, ladies!” Sue announced. “Place your clothes neatly in one of the lockers. Any jewelry, earing, nose rings, nipple rings, anything else, place in the plastic baggie provided, write your name on it and hand it to Officer Timmins. Everything will be returned to you upon your release.”

The three students, stood still, in shock, staring at the male guards. “We can’t get undressed in front of them!” Rebecca complained. “This is supposed to be a women’s facility. It’s not right!”

Sgt. Miller marched over to stand in front of her. “Goldman, you and your chums here are dangerous radicals,” she started in her harshest, sternest voice. “You attacked the Attorney General of this state. Now you get those clothes off right now or I will ask these fine gentlemen to assist you, you hear me?”

The two male officers each took a step forward to re-inforce her point. Rebecca looked frightened.

Drake muttered something under her breath.

“What was that, Drake? You have something to say, let’s all hear it,” the Sergeant said.

“We didn’t attack him, just his car,” Drake said.

Sgt. Miller got right in the girl’s face. “How do you address an officer in this facility, Drake?” Drake looked puzzled. “I suppose you didn’t read the instructions they sent you. You refer to us as Ma’am or by our rank and name. In case you can’t read our name tags, I’m Sgt. Miller and this is Officer Timmins and that’s Dr. Raman. I know three names is hard for a dumb ass like you to remember, so you can go with Ma’am.”

“I don’t know what they’re teaching in that college, Sue,” Beth added, shaking her head.

“Nothing useful, that’s for sure, Beth. Now, Drake, you got anything to say?”

“No, Ma’am,” the girl replied. The Sergeant turned to the other two students. “Either of you have anything to add?” Melrose and Goldman shook their heads. “”Speak when spoken to,” Sue ordered.

“No, Ma’am,” they both replied.

“Good, now that we’ve got all that clear, let’s get those clothes off.” Priya noted that the two male officers had retreated back against the wall, but looked ready to come forward at a moment’s notice.

The students looked cowed by Sue’s tirade. They removed their overcoats and hung them each in a locker. Priya saw that Rebecca was wearing a T-shirt that said, “Human Rights Are Essential”. She wondered if Susan had helped her choose that. Whoever was responsible it probably wasn’t a great choice. The other two were wearing plain T shirts.

The students sat down and removed their shoes, placing them in the locker. Then, looking very reluctant, they pulled their shirts over their head. Pamela wasn’t wearing a bra. She was on the heavy side and her breasts sagged a bit, but were still attractive in Priya’s opinion. She has a stud through the left nipple. The other two wore bras.

“Move it, ladies, we don’t have all day!” Beth urged. The students stood and unbuttoned their jeans, lowering them to the ground and stepping out of them. Priya liked that Rebecca’s panties matched her bra. They bent to retrieve their pants and hung them in their lockers.

Then, they sat down and took their socks off. Keisha made a face as her bare feet contacted the concrete floor, which was cold and none too clean. Sue Miller had her hands on her hips, looking impatient. Slowly and reluctantly, Keisha and Rebecca reached behind them to unhook their bras. They removed them and placed them in the lockers with their other clothes.

The male guards were leering at the spectacle, though they didn’t say anything. They didn’t need to-their eyes glued on the almost naked women said enough.

“The panties too. Let’s go!” Sue said. The women stood. They were clearly intimidated. Slowly they lowered their panties to the floor.

“In the lockers,” Beth ordered. They placed them with their bras and T shirts. “Now the jewelry, in the bag,” she added, handing each of them a baggie.

Keisha removed her dangly earrings and a couple of rings from her fingers and placed them in the bag. Rebecca had small studs in her ears and a small nose ring that she removed along with her glasses. Pamela had to work a bit to remove her nipple stud. “That it?” Beth asked. “Nothing down there?”

They all shook their heads. “I can’t hear you,” Beth said, loudly.

“No, Ma’am,” the three students answered in unison.

Beth handed Keisha a marker. “Write your name on the baggie and hand it to me.” The girl complied, then passed the marker to Pamela who wrote her name in her baggie and passed the marker to Rebecca.

“Alright, ladies, toes on the line,” Sue ordered, indicating a piece of tape on the floor in front of the bench. They hesitated for a moment before complying. “Further apart,” Sue ordered. The women inched along the line until the Sergeant indicated she was satisfied with their placement.

Priya studied the three naked bodies. Pamela on the leftmost was chunky, not obese, but large. She had a small tattoo on her belly, a rose, and something on her left ankle that Priya couldn’t make out. Her pubic hair was unshaven. She was probably a lesbian, Priya decided.

Keisha probably had the best body of the three. Nice large breasts, but very firm and athletic legs. Her crotch was groomed to a neat landing strip. Her dark brown skin suited her, as did her cornrows.

Rebecca was willowy, thin, small breasted, less athletic looking than Priya remembered her mother being. Her pubic hair was natural, the dark brown curls a perfect match for the hair on her head. No tattoos that Priya could see.

Officer Timmins took a small LED flashlight and turned it on. It was quite bright. She stood in front of Pamela Drake. “Run your hands through your hair”. Pamela ran her hands through her butch cut. Priya doubted it would be possible to hide much in there.

“Turn your head to the left”. Beth shone the flashlight into Pamela’s right ear. “Turn to the right.” Same for the left ear.

“Open your mouth. Wider.” She shone the light in. “Put your tongue against the roof of your mouth.” She peered inside.

“Arms over your head.” Her armpits had some hair, but no contraband.

“Lift each breast please.” The male guards were watching very closely. There was nothing hidden under the mammary tissue.

“Lift your left foot.” Beth shone the flashlight down. The soles were dirty from the floor, but there was nothing hidden. “Spread your toes. OK. Other foot. OK.”

Beth went through the same routine with Keisha Melrose and Rebecca Goldman. They weren’t hiding anything under their tits or between their toes either.

“Alright, Melrose, take one step forward,” Sgt. Miller ordered. The girl shook her head but obeyed. “Squat,” she ordered.” Keisha bent her knees. “Lower.” Keisha bent further. Beth shone the flashlight on her genitals.

“Cough three times,” Sue ordered. She coughed three times.

“I can’t tell for sure,” Beth said.

“Doc!” Sue called.

Priya doubted that the girl was hiding anything inside her. Moreover, she knew that Beth and Sue knew that. This would be her call. She could refuse to do a cavity search, something that, by regulation, could only be done by a doctor, and that would be the end of it.

“Doc, these are dangerous radicals. I wouldn’t be surprised if they have some disruption planned,” Sue said.

Priya knew that if she refused, she would lose face with Sue and Beth and word would get around the entire department. She knew they had it in for these three because they threatened their jobs with their opposition to caning.

Also, to be honest, for reasons she couldn’t totally explain, Priya wanted to do a cavity search on Rebecca Goldman and she didn’t think she could do it on one without doing it on all three.

“Please approach the table, Melrose,” Priya ordered in her sternest voice, as she pulled a glove onto her right hand.

“No way! This is ridiculous!” Melrose protested. “And racist!”

Sgt. Miller strode quickly to stand in front of the student malcontent. “What’s ridiculous is you pissant college girls thinking you know shit. As for racist, these two white girls are going to get exactly the same treatment.”

Priya saw that Rebecca looked scared even though she and Pamela joined in the protest. Sgt. Miller ignored their complaints. “Now you march your ass over to the table ASAP, you hear me?” she ordered Keisha.

Priya wouldn’t have called what Keisha Melrose did a march exactly, but she did move over to stand in front of the table. “Would you please spread your legs and bend over the table?” Priya ordered. No reason not to be polite.

Keisha muttered something that sounded like “Fuck you!” Priya chose to ignore it since Keisha did bend over, her torso lying flat against the wooden table top, her very nice tits slightly squashed.

Priya kicked her legs a bit further apart. “Don’t worry, I’m a doctor. I’ve done this hundreds of times,” she told Melrose, who didn’t seem to find that reassuring. Priya squirted a small dollop of lube on the second and third fingers of the glove and inserted them into the girl’s vagina. She felt around quickly, but thoroughly.

Then, she withdrew her fingers and moved up the crack of Keisha’s ass. The girl squirmed a bit and said, “No!” Priya ignored her and pushed her index finger, then her middle finger inside. She felt around just enough to satisfy the guards, who were watching intently.

“You’re clean, Melrose,” Priya announced. “You can get up.” Keisha stood, looking humiliated, just as Sgt. Miller intended and went back to stand with her fellow students.

“Goldman, you’re next,” Sue announced.

Rebecca didn’t move. “No! You can’t do this! I want to talk to my lawyer!” she shouted.

Sgt. Miller took hold of one arm. “We can and we will. You had a lawyer and you didn’t listen to him. Instead you made a scene in court. Now you’re mine and you will do as the doctor said. I’d order you extra strokes except I don’t feel like doing the paperwork. But step out of line again and I will.”

Then she turned to Officer Timmins. “Beth would you help me?” Beth took hold of Rebecca’s other arm and they dragged her to the table and shoved her head down, each with a hand on her neck to make sure she stayed down. “She’s all yours, Doc,” Sue told Priya.

Priya put on a fresh glove and applied some lube. She inserted two fingers in the girl’s vagina. Priya found herself getting quite aroused at this show of dominance and submission, and also at getting to feel up the daughter of the woman who had been her lover.

Once done with the vaginal exam, Priya placed her index finger against Rebecca’s anus and pushed. She felt strong resistance. “Relax, please. I don’t want to hurt you.” The muscle tightened. Priya pressed harder.

“Owww!!!” Rebecca cried.

“If you co-operate and relax it won’t hurt.” They played the game of tighten and push for a few more tries, until Rebecca finally relented and Priya’s finger passed through the muscular ring.

The exam was quickly completed and Rebecca was allowed to get up. Priya saw that a few tears were running down her cheek, probably more from shame and the sting of having been defeated than from the pain.

Pamela Drake, having seen what happened to the others put up minimal resistance and Priya quickly completed her task. “Alright,” she said, “Please take them to the clinic for their medical exam.” Beth led the students in single file out the door and down the hallway. The male guards’ eyes were fixed on their asses as they walked. So were Priya’s.

 

[Praefectus Praetorio]

The higher ups in the Department wanted to be sure that no rich bitch paid some poor starving woman to take her punishment for her. Priya wondered idly what the going rate for that would be, if the Department were to permit it.

That would make for a whole additional interesting story!

“I don’t know what they’re teaching in that college, Sue,” Beth added, shaking her head.
“Nothing useful, that’s for sure, Beth. Now, Drake, you got anything to say?”

What has become of higher education. Well, back in my day... what was I saying?

Keisha made a face as her bare feet contacted the concrete floor, which was cold and none too clean.

I'm going to report to the Judicial Review Commission. I would expect a scrupulously clean facility. Cleaned by the inmates of course, naked and on their knees with their caned butts in the air, moving with each swipe of the scrubbing brush, dancing... Sorry, got a little distracted there.

She was probably a lesbian, Priya decided.

I must object to the prejudicial assumption of the private sexual preferences of this poor girl. Leave the bitch's personal perversions out of this!

Pamela Drake, having seen what happened to the others put up minimal resistance and Priya quickly completed her task.

Any conclusions regarding virginity?

I'm getting much more into this now. Good scene.

 

[Marrick]

Love the story and await the next instalment with much anticipation.

 

[windar]

Love the story and await the next instalment with much anticipation.

Thank you so much.

 

[windar]

The clinic was Priya’s domain, the place in the facility where she was fully in her element. It looked more or less like any of the many clinics and hospital wards where she had worked during her medical training and practice. There were a desk with a computer, chairs for the waiting patients, some cots for them to lie on to have their wounds treated after their floggings, a blood pressure cuff and a cabinet filled with medical supplies.

What was different about the clinic was that the “patients” weren’t here to be made healthy but to be subjected to harsh punishment.

Also, they were naked. The Department had discussed providing the offenders with hospital gowns to wear after their strip search, but it was decided there was no point since they would have to strip for their caning anyway. Also, being forced to display their bodies was part of their punishment and served to emphasize the power of the State over them.

It had taken Priya a little while to accustom herself to examining a fully naked patient, but by now it was simply routine. She sat down at her desk and looked through the three folders that had been placed on the desktop. The three students sat uncomfortably on metal chairs arranged in a row several paces away. Sue and Beth and the two male guards stood at the back of the room. They would intervene only if Priya signaled them.

“Rebecca Goldman,” Priya called. Rebecca stood up, looking a bit unsteady. “Please come up here,” Priya said, indicating the metal chair next to her desk. The girl looked terrified, like she might pass out.

Priya fixed the cuff around her arm and inflated it-160/80. The pulse was 110, very elevated, clearly a case of fear verging on panic. “Have you ever had high blood pressure?” she asked.

Rebecca shook her head. “I asked you a question.” Priya reminded her. She wasn’t as much of a stickler as Sue and Beth, but still.

“No, I mean no Dr. Raman, but I’m very frightened. I’m afraid they’re really going to hurt me.” She started sobbing.

Priya passed her a tissue. “Yes it will hurt. More than anything you have ever experienced,” Priya told her. She could have added that she knew that from personal experience, but didn’t. “But we have offenders in here almost every day and they have all survived. You will too.”

“You’re a doctor,” Rebecca sobbed. “How can you let them do this?”

That was something that the State Medical Society had discussed when corporal punishment was instituted. They had decided that since it was the law, doctors could officiate in the interests of preventing permanent harm or death. They were empowered to stop the caning in the event there was a significant risk of that occurring.

“You broke the law, Rebecca. Don’t you think it’s right that you be punished?”

Rebecca stared at Priya. “It’s an evil law that allows people to be tortured.”

Priya looked offended. “It’s not torture, it’s judicial punishment. The people of this state support it by 65-26 in the last poll I saw.”

Priya could have rescheduled Rebecca’s punishment for another day in view of her elevated pressure and pulse. But, that would have meant a bunch of paperwork and would only have postponed the inevitable. She really didn’t think Rebecca had a permanent condition serious enough to exempt her from caning and send her back to the judge for some alternative sentence.

Instead, Priya continued her exam. She pressed her stethoscope against Rebecca’s chest and listed to her heart. It was pounding, but sounded perfectly fine, as did her lungs. She drew two tubes of blood from the girl’s arm to test for banned substances such as pain killers (a positive test would mean the caning would be repeated at a later date) and took a cheek swab for DNA.

“Alright, stand up and bend over the desk,” Priya ordered.

“Please, didn’t you search me already?” Rebecca whined.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going inside,” Priya assured her. “I just have to examine the skin on your buttocks.” Rebecca’s ass was small and eighteen strokes were a lot. Some of the blows would land on top of each other and cause damage. She’d have to keep a careful eye on this one, but that was the best she could do.

Priya checked the box on Rebecca’s form that was marked “Fit for Punishment” and was about to sign at the bottom when the alarm bell rang twice, then a pause, then twice more. That was the perimeter alarm. Sue went to check the video feed, since the last couple times it had gone off, it had been deer munching on the shrubs near the employee entrance.

Sue came back quickly and said, “You guys have to see this”. Beth and Priya followed her to the common room, leaving the two male guards to watch over the naked offenders.

In the common room, Priya watched the video feed. There was a small group of protestors, mostly students, though one woman appeared older. They carried signs that read “Caning is Torture” and “Cruel and Usual” and the like. One stood to the side filming with his phone.

“Don’t worry,” Sue reassured them. “That door is steel-reinforced. It could stop a truck. Anyway, the cops are on their way.”

Priya stared as the older woman came into view. It was Susan! “Shit, I know that one,” she said.

“How do you know her?” Beth asked.

“She was a professor of mine back when I was an undergrad. She doesn’t know I work here. I’m going to go speak with her.”

Sue grabbed her arm. “Priya, that isn’t a good idea. Let the cops handle this”

Priya broke free. “No, I need to speak with her,” she said, and before Sue could stop her, she was out the door into the cold, without a jacket. The demonstrators all stared as the door opened.

“Susan!” Priya shouted as she approached her former professor.

Susan stared open-mouthed. “Priya? Priya Narayan?”

Priya nodded. “My name is Raman now, I’m married, but it’s me, Susan.”

“What in God’s name are you doing here?”

Priya looked down at the ground, unable to meet her former professor’s gaze. “I’m a doctor; I work here.” She heard sirens approaching.

“Priya, how could you? After what happened to us in Trabbia? What they do in there is inhuman, as you know only too well. And that’s my daughter, Rebecca Goldman, in there now.”

“I figured that out, Susan, who she is. But it’s the law here now. She broke it, knowingly and willfully. There’s nothing I can do.”

Two patrol cars pulled up. A burly Sergeant got out of one of them holding a megaphone. “This is a State facility and you are trespassing. You have ten seconds to disperse. Anyone who does not will be arrested and charged with impeding government operations.”

“Susan, you must go. If you’re arrested, they will cane you. What will that serve?” Priya pleaded.

The other protesters began slowly walking away from the building, but Susan shook her head. “I’m not going. I stand with Rebecca and her friends.”

Two officers approached her. “Ma’am, this is your final warning,” one said. Susan stood still as the officers pulled her hands behind her back and marched her to the patrol car.

 

[Totila]

Uh-oh, Susan is really going to get it this time. Apart from the fact that no judge will look kindly on her interfering with an official punishment, she'll probably earn herself a few penalty strokes. No matter how sympathetic Priya may be, she still has to keep up appearences in front of Beth and Sue.
Maybe I'm overanalyzing, but I'm very curious about the world:

What crimes will get a woman sentenced to the full 24 strokes?
Is the US divided into caning and non-caning states?
Is there a movement to allow official witnesses at canings?
Is caning only ever used as a standalone punishment, or can it be combined with a prison sentence? Are female prisoners eligible to be caned for breaches of prison discipline?

 

[phlebas]

Interesting story so far, I'm being drawn in

Also, to be honest, for reasons she couldn’t totally explain, Priya wanted to do a cavity search on Rebecca Goldman and she didn’t think she could do it on one without doing it on all three.

Hmm, I can understand, but it is a little unprofessional. Still . . .

The other protesters began slowly walking away from the building, but Susan shook her head. “I’m not going. I stand with Rebecca and her friends.”

Two officers approached her. “Ma’am, this is your final warning,” one said. Susan stood still as the officers pulled her hands behind her back and marched her to the patrol car.

Ok, I see where this is going . . . . 2 for 1? Mother daughter bondage bonding? Facing each other, naked, restrained, the cane whistling down . . . I know, quit reading ahead!

(Goldman? That name is strangely familiar)

 

[windar]

What crimes will get a woman sentenced to the full 24 strokes?

I am not a lawyer. Just a simple cop. We bust them and leave it to the courts...

Is the US divided into caning and non-caning states?

We are in an era where the blue states and red states are going in separate directions, but surely we can all agree on the benefits of harshly correcting women who have strayed from the right path? For their own good, as it were...

Is there a movement to allow official witnesses at canings?

You can certainly start one

Is caning only ever used as a standalone punishment, or can it be combined with a prison sentence? Are female prisoners eligible to be caned for breaches of prison discipline?

All your questions are answered here http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/barb-behind-bars.7251/

(Goldman? That name is strangely familiar)

Really?

 

[windar]

It took a while for everything in the Female Corporal Punishment Center to calm down after the incident. This was the first time demonstrators had targeted their facility, which was unmarked and unlisted, its location known only to offenders who generally didn’t want it known that they had had to report there.

This had to be Susan’s doing. She must have recounted her experience in Trabbia to her daughter at some point, which emboldened Rebecca to call Susan and have her come out here to escort her to the facility and, presumably, to comfort and nurse her afterwards. Susan must have linked up with the other protestors and brought them to the Facility.

Now there was every reason to think that Susan would be sentenced to a caning. Priya imagined Susan and Rebecca being forced to strip and face their punishment together. ‘How fitting and how exciting that would be!’ she thought. A shiver went down her spine, straight to her pussy, which dampened as she visualized the scene.

The only problem was that Rebecca was due for her caning today, while Susan would have to go before a judge and be sentenced (an acquittal seemed virtually impossible in the circumstances) which could take as much as a couple of weeks.

Well, that was easily fixed. Priya drew a big “X” through the “Fit for Punishment” box on Rebecca’s Medical Fitness form, initializing the correction and checked the box marked “Temporarily Unfit for Punishment”. Under “Reason for Unfitness/Suggested Treatment”, she wrote, “Elevated blood pressure and pulse, likely due to on-going panic attack. Suggest treatment with beta-blocker prior to return visit,” then quickly scrawled her signature at the bottom.

It was a judgement call, and one that could be questioned, but she doubted anyone would. They would simply reschedule Rebecca for a later date, as had happened more than a few times in other cases. That was why they had a doctor in charge, after all. Priya would see if she could talk the higher ups into bringing her back on the same day as her mother.

That task completed, Priya ran through the medical exams of Pamela and Keisha. Though they were nervous, their vitals were within the acceptable range. “Pamela Drake and Keisha Melrose, you are fit to receive your punishments. Rebecca Goldman, you will have to return at a later date. The Department of Corrections will send you a new Summons.”

“So I won’t be caned today?” Rebecca asked, looking very surprised and relieved.

“That is correct. And please address me by my proper title.”

“So, I can go, Doctor?” she asked.

“Yes, but all the guards will be busy handling Drake and Melrose, so you will have to wait here until they are done.” This was particularly cruel, because it meant that Rebecca would hear her two fellow students being caned and would see their brutalized asses when they were brought in for treatment afterwards, all the while knowing that the same fate awaited her at some future date. Priya wondered how Rebecca would feel when she learned that her mother was likely facing caning as well.

Priya gathered up the three folders on her desk and went through the door into the Punishment Room. Despite her having worked at the Center for a good while now, there was still something about passing into that space that gave Priya a little jolt of excitement.

In the center, dominating the entire room, was the heavy oak caning stand, painted blue, bolted securely to the concrete floor, with its sturdy leather straps that would hold the offender immobile, helpless to resist the vicious cane strokes.

Next to the stand stood George, the man who would administer the strokes. He was a large man, with a shaven head, wearing a tight-fitting T shirt that emphasized his muscular build and sweat pants to allow full freedom of movement.

On a table a short distance away stood a glass cylinder containing several exemplars of the instrument of punishment, rattans, a natural product imported from Trabbia, each as long as George’s arm and as thick as his index finger. The thick end of each cane was wrapped with leather to provide a solid grip, while most of the rest was soaking in water in the cylinder to render them supple enough to transmit the full force of George’s arm to the ass flesh of the deserving criminal.

All in all, it was a place designed to impress upon the miscreant the full power and majesty of the State against whose laws they had transgressed, for which they would be forced to submit to a just and merited punishment.

Priya took her seat next to Sue at a small table facing the door to the clinic and the caning stand and placed the folders on the table. Sue looked through them, checking the medical clearance forms. “I’ve cleared Drake and Melrose, but Goldman is Unfit at present and will have to be brought back,” Priya said.

Sue looked at her a bit oddly, but didn’t say anything. This was a medical matter in which Priya had the final word. She set Rebecca’s file aside and placed one of the others in front of her. “Let’s go get Melrose,” she said. She and Beth headed for the clinic.

A few moments later, the door opened. Sue and Beth led Melrose in. The black student looked resigned to her fate; she didn’t struggle and the two guards held her arms loosely as she walked towards the caning frame with as much dignity as Priya had seen, certainly more than she had mustered in Trabbia.

When they reached the frame, Sue and Beth knelt and strapped each of Keisha’s ankles, spread about shoulder width apart, to the base of the wooden structure, her hips resting against the padded crossbar on the near side.

Beth went around to the other side of the frame and stood ready as Sue pressed down on the girl’s waist until her torso was parallel to the floor, her tits hanging down enticingly, her hands grasping the far crossbar for support. Beth threaded Keisha’s wrists through the leather straps attached to the crossbar and cinched them tight.

Sue wrapped the padded belt around the girl’s waist and secured it tightly. Keisha was now immobilized, her ass presented as a completely vulnerable target, her buttock cheeks pulled somewhat apart by her position, her anus exposed as, below it was her pussy, the pink lips slightly open. This humiliating obscene display added to the offender’s sense of powerlessness in the face of authority.

The prisoner thus prepared for her punishment, Beth took a seat at the front of the stand, grasping Keisha’s head in both hands, forcing the girl to look at her so that she could monitor the effect of the punishment.

George, meanwhile, had selected a cane from the glass cylinder and was swishing it through the air. Satisfied with its flexibility, he took his position behind and to the left of the immobilized offender. He tapped the tip of the cane against Keisha’s buttocks, adjusting his feet until he was properly positioned so that he could deliver the strokes accurately and with full force.

Sue stood beside the table where Priya sat and announced in a loud voice, “Keisha Melrose, eighteen strokes, stroke one!”

 

[Praefectus Praetorio]

Priya would see if she could talk the higher ups into bringing her back on the same day as her mother.

I am beginning to like this Priya!

while most of the rest was soaking in water in the cylinder to render them supple enough to transmit the full force of George’s arm to the ass flesh of the deserving criminal.

I hope its salted water - you know - to prevent infection.

Very nice build up to the preliminary round. The main event is sounding more and more interesting.