Harry had been in juvie a few times and all for silly trivial things such as shop lifting, drunk under age, criminal damage and burglary. Basically, he wasn’t taking life seriously enough.
This time was no different except he was now twenty one and had crossed that line where juvie was not going to happen. He’d be in with the naughty big boys now and that was something he didn’t like the idea of. Stories of prison rape, shivs, shower room bashing were circling in his mind while he was in custody awaiting trial.
The trial was quick. The judge found him guilty which was no surprise as he was indeed guilty, but the sentence shocked him. It was almost as much out of proportion as it was strange. Six months in a Rat Creek Reformatory! He’d never heard of it, but the six months sounded excessive for a simple burglary where he’d only stolen a laptop and some cheap costume jewelry. Then again it was not his first offense, nowhere near it.
The trip to the reformatory was an ordeal in itself. He was locked in the back of the swaying van in a cell no bigger than his seated form. Every bump and turn meant he banged a wall or the door, and the cuffs and leg irons didn’t help either. Sitting on the seat with his hands cuffed behind him was far from comfortable. At least he’d be released when he arrived, he thought.
Eventually the truck stopped as he heard something happening outside other than a traffic light, then started, then stopped, then started and drove a short way. Then finally it stopped with a slight bump then the engine turned off. He heard the other prisoners being taken out of the van and finally it was his turn. Instead of taking the cuffs and leg irons off, he had to shuffle out of the van and onto the platform then stand in line. He knew the drill from all the other times he’d been inside. He assume he’d be processed, searched, showered, given clothes and read into the rules.
This time it was vastly different.
It started with the officers. To a person they were women and none of them were ugly and that was to say the least. They were all dressed in black trousers with equipment hanging off the wide belts, button up shirts and tie and a cap on their heads. He was standing ogling the women, as were the others as they waited.
Then it got more surreal. One by one each of them was turned around. The cuffs were taken off then a leather strap was wrapped around their wrists to bring them into the middle of their backs. The strap was connected to a steel bar that ended in another strap that went round the neck of the prisoner. The length of the bar meant it sat behind the neck and so the strap could be done up firmly. After that the leg irons were taken off and the prisoner was turned around again.
This was a surreal moment. Suddenly there were six of them standing there looking at the guards and not knowing what was happening. He whispered to the man next to him, “What’s happening? I’ve never had this before.”
The man was his own age, maybe a little older, and with a look of disdain just shrugged. Rude, he thought.
“NO TALKING,” said one of the guards. She’d come up in front of him and now was face to face with him. “SILENCE,” she said and something in her face made him keep the smart ass retort he had in mind to himself.
With that silence, the six of them looked at the three guards. At least they could walk, he thought.
The silence lingered, but eventually the door from the reception area banged open to a tall impressive guard, at least six feet tall and strongly built. She moved with a grace and power that made him immediately concerned, she looked like a fighter. But that wasn’t the thing his eyes lingered on, or the prominent bulge in her shirt from her ample bust.
No. It was what was in her hand as she stood looking at them and running it through her hands. It was the largest strap he’d ever seen. It had to be over three feet long. Two thirds of its length was a formidable piece of leather with two rows of a half dozen holes he thought he could get his pinkie finger through. The handle was a foot long and made of multiple layers of leather sandwiched together. There could only be one reason for a thing like that and he had a horrible feeling he knew what it was.
“My name is Miss Saunders,” she said quietly as she looked at them in turn. “And this,” she said as she lifted the strap into the air and pointed it to each of them in turn, “this is Mister Best Behavior.” She ran the strap through her hand and none of them failed to notice it was hardly bending as she pointed it at them. The business end looked like a quarter of an inch thick and maybe three inches across.
She smiled as she caressed the leather. “Now we are a correctional reformatory for recidivist offenders under thirty who have a chance at rehabilitation. For your stay here you will be expected to be on best behavior else you will become intimately familiar with my friend.” She flicked the strap in the air.
“Not only that, we have a zero tolerance policy. That is for everything. For any reason you can be bound as you are or in a hogtie for variation, and fun, and that can last for hours, days or weeks even. Trust me, you will not enjoy that.”
“We have many rules. These will be explained to you on the printed sheets in your cell. I strongly advise you to read them carefully.”
She looked at them and took her time. “The next step in your induction process is your official welcome. This is delivered by me, of course and my friend here.” She flicked the strap up into the air again.
“What? YOU CAN’T DO THAT,” said the man beside him in an indignant tone. He’d thought the guy was a bit full of himself, not talking to him before.
Miss Saunders nodded to a guard. The guard went to the desk then from a box pulled out something he thought he’d seen before on the internet. The guard went straight to the man beside him, “Open up,” she said as she lifted it to his mouth. He took one look and refused, shook his head and made it difficult for the guard.
A second guard joined in then it was only a matter of time. One guard held his shoulders, the other pinched his nose making him open his mouth in surprise. That was enough, the ball gag was shoved into his mouth then seconds later the strap was behind his head and buckled tightly.
Miss Saunders walked up to him, she tapped his chest with the strap, “Now here is your first lesson. Any resistance, any refusal to obey an order from anyone here results in punishment. You,” and she as she tapped his chest again, “your welcome will now be twelve strokes. If you resist then it will be doubled again and trust me, two dozen of my friend here will be something you won’t forget.” She smiled at them all, “Ever. And guess who will be going first.”
Two guards grabbed his arms then pulled him toward an open door. He was not keen on going, but, “Follow,” said Miss Saunders firmly.
The remaining five of them looked at each other for a moment, then as one they decided resistance was futile and would at least be painful. This was not looking good.
The Strapping Horse
The room they entered was austere. It had multiple doors in the walls but no windows.
In the rear of the room was a wooden structure with a flat leather top. Hanging off it were a collection of wide leather straps, waiting for a victim to be strapped down. It was clearly a punishment device, a horse he thought and it had only one purpose he could think of.
Miss Saunders addressed the gagged prisoner, “Go to the horse, put your feet against the legs then follow instructions.” She looked at all of them in turn, “And if you resist your punishment will double. Your choice.”
The gagged man looked wildly around, assessing his options. There were none. With a clear lack of enthusiasm he walked forward then did as told.
Two guards wrapped straps around his ankles then buckled them. One pushed him in the back with a command, “Bend,” which he did. A strap was buckled over the small of his back and in seconds he was presented. Almost. The other guard gripped the top of his tracksuit pants and in one pull, had it around his knees. Then other guard did the same to his underpants. With that a bright white pair of buttocks was looking out at them all.
Miss Saunders walked forward, she held the strap out at the end of her arm so it went half way across his bottom, the rounded end of the strap finishing at the crack.
There was no discussion, no hesitation, no fanfare. This was happening right now and none of the group failed to miss that point. You got strapped down on the horse, you got a strapping was the message received loud and clear.
A Dozen Of The Best
With deceptive slowness and grace the strap was pulled back and behind the formidable woman. It paused there, her body coiled up like a spring, her legs bent and her body tense. Then in a blur of motion the strap whooshed forward with a high pitched swish that ended in a gunshot loud crack of strap leather across bared bottom.
The effect on the bound man was to make him tense his whole body, to try to lift off the horse, to shake and quiver all over. The straps however prevented almost any movement and the gag prevented the cry he wanted to make, probably a scream so that all that came out was a gurgle.
The effect on his bottom was pronounced though. There was now a three inch wide band of red across the middle of his bottom, going from one side to the other.
“Gentlemen,” Miss Saunders said, “you see the effect of just one stroke, of one lick from Mr Best Behaviour. A perfect stroke like that leaves a perfect band across the bottom. At this moment he is trying to ease the pain as he squirms. But nothing helps. It will feel like a red hot poker is sitting on his bottom.”
They all looked on in horror. Were they all getting this?
Miss Saunders took her time. She put the strap against the still quaking bottom then pulled it back behind her.
Again she moved in a blur till the next gunshot crack of the strap painted another band of red just above the first.
Miss Saunders said nothing. She stood looking at the man shaking the horse as he lay strapped down. She was not hurrying, taking her time in fact. Then, “As you see, a slow strapping is felt more. The pain sinks in then peaks, then the next stroke arrives. A quicker strapping might seem worse but trust me, when the strokes are spaced out the effect is more educational.”
Then the third stroke was laid on below the first. Now the whole of his bottom was painted bright red.
“Gentlemen,” said Miss Saunders, “if he had been quiet and accepted what was to happen, he would now be half way there.” Then she smiled as she looked at the squirming man, “and I would have laid them on quicker.”
Miss Saunders then took her time. She measured up, she waited a moment with the strap against his bottom, then she pulled it back and far behind herself.
They all watched in rapt attention. This truly was educational.
Swiveling her hips around like a spring unwinding the strap flashed then cracked again and this time it was in the center of the bottom, on top of the first stroke.
If the man on the horse had been reacting strongly before, that was nothing compared to how he lurched against the straps holding him in position. His body shook the horse, the frame moving visibly as his shrieks of pain were swallowed by the gag.
Taking her time, the fifth stroke was laid on above, then the sixth was put on below that middle stroke. Now the whole of his bottom was bright red and looking angry.
“Half way there,” said Miss Saunders. “I bet you wish you hadn’t been so rude, now. Mr Best Behavior has taught you and all the others here a lesson you won’t forget.”
She walked in front of the bound man so he could see her, the strap in her hand swinging from side to side. “Do you want me to stop?” she asked him happily.
His head nodded up and down frantically and something could be heard from around the gag. It sounded like he was begging her, wanting, promising anything but another six strokes like the last six.
She smiled as she bent down and looked him in the eyes, “Well I can’t,” she said as she patted his face, “you’ve got six to come. Now that I’ve warmed up, I think I’ll make these harder.”
That produced more shaking of the wooden horse and shaking of the head along with muffled pleas for her to stop. But it made no difference.
Miss Saunders walked back behind the bound man, off to one side then extended the strap till it was covering just the near buttock.
“Nice and hard this time,” she said quietly as she measured up the strap across the waiting quivering red striped bottom.
The ‘crack’ when it came was far louder and more crisp than before. None of the new prisoners believed it could be any harder, but it was.
Same as before the first was across the middle of the bottom on the already red surface. This stroke being the hardest of them all left its own deeper red mark shining among all the others, the three inch band of pain clearly visible.
The effect on the prisoner was all it should have been. He surged in the straps, the horse moving violently as he shuddered and shook, his body writhing in pain. The gurgles getting past the gag sounded like one long scream.
Miss Saunders didn’t delay this time. The next ‘crack’ sounded only a half dozen seconds later and left a new more red band above the previous, then seconds later another ‘crack’ of strap on bottom laid a band of red perfectly completing the surface. The whole bottom for three times the width of the strap was now blazing red.
Miss Saunders had waited after each of the previous sets of three, but this time she did not. She kept right on powering on. This was a display of strapping that no one could take their eyes off.
The next stroke to the middle, the one above then the one below lifted the bound prisoner to new heights of frantic movement against the straps on the horse. Now the color was fire engine red and looked as painful as the bound prisoner was making out by his movements.
Miss Saunders walked in front of the prisoner and bent down till she was looking into his eyes. “That was a dozen. If you are insolent, rude, resist or disobey I’ll have you back again for another dozen.” She stroked his face, getting his full attention. “But that’s not the best of it. I’ll make it two dozen if you annoy me in any way. Just imagine that, you get twice as many strokes. I’ll leave you strapped down for five minutes between each dozen and get one of the officers to massage your butt so you can feel the next set properly. Would you like that? Hmm?” she asked.
The prisoner shook his head frantically, clearly not wanting any more.
“Good,” she said, “when we let you up, behave. I promise I can give you another dozen, or two dozen, straight way if you annoy me or any of the guards in any way.”
All the other prisoners listened to that carefully. None of them wanted a dozen and two dozen was a bridge far too far. This Miss Saunders seemed to like her strap far too much.
Miss Saunders stood then nodded to one of the officers. The bound prisoner was unstrapped then he was helped up. Clearly the strapping had left him exhausted the way he slumped between them.
It was a strange sight, the tracksuit had now fallen down around his ankles so his privates were on display and when he was turned around, the bright red bottom along with his bound hands in the middle of his back leading up to the collar completed the image.
Who’s Next For The Strap?
“Who’s next? Any volunteers?” asked Miss Saunders happily as she ran the strap through her hands. “You all get a welcoming six of the best so you might as well get used to the idea.”
Harry saw the man beside him step forward, slowly, looking totally nervous. With shaking steps he approached the wooden horse and waited as his ankles were strapped to the legs of the horse. When that was done he didn’t wait, he bent at the waist then the broad strap was run over his back and bound him to the horse.
“Excellent,” said Miss Saunders as she flicked her strap in the air and caught it. “I do like a willing victim for my friend here.”
This time the strapping was quick. The six strokes were laid on firmly but not quite at the same intensity as the last six from the previous prisoner. Even then, these strokes still had a huge effect. The prisoner shook, he waggled his hips and his bottom between strokes. Since he wasn’t gagged, he also shouted out, loudly with each stroke, his “yaaggghhh” coming at the instant of the crisp crack of the strap on his bottom.
It only took a minute for his welcoming strapping, a minute of loud shouts and gunshot cracks of prison strap on inmate bottom.
“Good,” said Miss Saunders, “no swearing. If you swear I double up, I forgot to mention that. No matter.”
The prisoner was soon standing with his tracksuit around his ankles, beside the other prisoner, their privates on display.
“Next,” said Miss Saunders. Another prisoner stepped forward and quickly he was strapped down, his bottom exposed then six strokes of the strap laid on. The recipe was quickly followed and now there were three men side by side, each with glowing red bottoms with their privates on display.
The three of remaining unstrapped prisoners clearly didn’t want to go next.
“Quickly,” said Miss Saunders. “Either one of you steps forward right now or I call this insubordination and double up for a dozen each.” She smiled at them, “And truth be told, I wouldn’t mind nor would it be the first time.”
The man beside Harry stepped forward and was duly strapped down, bared then Miss Saunders gave him his six.
And now it was Harry and one other. He looked at the other man. He looked at Miss Saunders holding her strap looking at them. He really didn’t want a dozen like he’d seen. That was too damned much.
He felt his throat close over slightly then he stepped forward. He was almost vomiting in stress, his body shaking, his heart hammering in his chest. He walked on shaky legs to the wooden horse then put his legs where the other men had.
Strapped Down
The feeling of the straps around his ankles felt remarkably comforting, he didn’t mind that at all and if anything, felt strangely erotic. With this hands in the middle of his back and connected to the collar it was an odd feeling.
Those thoughts were cut short when his tracksuit then briefs were pulled down exposing him to the cool air.
Then he heard it, the guard was sniggering, “Miss Saunders, I think this one is looking forward to it.”
To his shame he knew exactly what she was looking at. He had an erection. Dammit all to hell, it was embarrassing and it only got worse when Miss Saunders walked over then had a look.
“Not bad,” she said, “we get a few in here who don’t mind a touch of the leather. Seems to set them off nicely. Lay down and I’ll do my best to make it memorable.”
He bent at the waist then the strap was pulled over his back and buckled, pulling him down to the leather top of the horse.
He looked forward, that was all he could do as his chin sat on the leather covered top. Then he saw it and noticed it for the first time. There was a mirror in front of him. That really didn’t help at all.
He watched as Miss Saunders walked behind and to one side of him. He saw her extend her arm with the strap in it then he felt it touch his bottom. It tapped one cheek, the near cheek to Miss Saunders.
Then it happened. Miss Saunders put the strap far behind herself and with bent legs she wound up.
He could hardly watch, it was deeply terrifying, then he felt the instant sting and the gunshot crack both at the same time. Unlike the other prisoners, he didn’t scream or shout out loud. He gave a gasp, the pain was certainly extraordinary, but it wasn’t that bad. The sting morphed into red hot heat over a few seconds, then it penetrated deeper and deeper into him making him gasp. He rotated his hips, he tried to put his hands down to massage his bum cheeks but he couldn’t move them at all. He tried to lift up but he was strapped down tight.
Then he felt it. The strap was on his bottom again. Then the tap. Then the crack brought a renewed deep sting and again the heat built and built. Unlike last time he didn’t even gasp, he just moaned.
As he lay strapped down, trying to move against the straps, feeling the sting increase and the fire in his rear building and building, he felt something strange. He moaned again as he felt it deep inside him. He felt as if what he was experiencing was necessary, was what he needed. He moaned again, louder. This was strange.
Then the crack and the sting surprised him. He’d been so intent on how he was feeling and what he was thinking that time had fled. He hardly gasped, through his whole bottom was now one large red hot band of sting and the heat was getting deep into him.
He lay strapped down, waiting for the next stroke but it didn’t come. Miss Saunders was now in front of him, bending down, looking into his eyes. She was remarkably attractive was his first thought, and scary was his second.
She lifted the strap she was holding till it was beside his face, “You need this, you know you do,” she said quietly. Her other hand stroked his face gently.
Against his will he looked down and saw the bulge in her blouse, the large breasts heaving in the exertion she’d put in.
“Want to make it a dozen? Nice and hard? You can really feel them. I can gag you if you like, it adds to the whole thing to be gagged when you take a strapping that you really want and need.”
He honestly thought about it. It would be something to boast about, taking an extra six of that wicked strap from Miss Saunders, but his ass was hurting like hell and dammit all, the heat was doing something strange. He could feel his cock hardening up again.
“I can’t Miss Saunders, it hurts so much, I’ve never had this before.” He almost sobbed at the end.
She stroked his face as she looked into his eyes, “Never mind. We can try again another day. Three to go.” Then the whispered so only he could hear, “Hard or soft? Ask for them hard and you’ll get a reward.”
Strapped Hard
He thought about it for a moment. She was extraordinarily sexy and his butt was throbbing, but his cock was as hard as it had ever been. Harder. It was aching.
Then he looked inside and knew. He knew she was right. He needed this. “Hard please Miss,” just came out of his mouth.
Miss Saunders stood then returned to be behind and to one side of him. “I’ll make these extra hard, just what you need,” and then he felt the strap on his butt cheek as she measured up.
The crack when it came made him thrash around in the straps, move his hips from side to side, and he shouted out “OHH,” then as the sting morphed into a deep penetrating head, “AHH ahhh,” that faded gradually into a moan.
His hips were shaking from side to side, then he felt the strap on his butt again.
“Push back naught boy,” Miss Saunders said, “push back, invite the strap, ask me for it. Ask for the leather.”
Against his will he shook his hips from side to side then pushing as hard as he could, he did what Miss Saunders told him. He was pushing against the straps as hard as he could, feeling the leather of the straps bite into him, then he felt the leather, felt it withdrawn and seconds later there was that same loud crack and sting. This time he just gasped and shook, the pain and heat merged into one deep feeling that this was what he wanted.
His hips shook, then again, against his will he pushed his butt back out to Miss Saunders.
She took advantage of it. Without tapping his butt, she wound up and gave him the mightiest stroke yet, the hardest of any she’d given and this time it brought a “YAHH,” from his lungs.
He found himself moving against the straps and at that moment he felt it. His cock had been dribbling pre-cum on the leather of the horse and now moving from side to side he found he had a boner that was approaching bursting point. That would be the living end so he lay as still as he could and hoped like hell they unstrapped him and soon. Also that his boner went down before then but the way it was feeling, that wasn’t going to happen.
The straps from his ankles were released then the one across his back. Two officers lifted him up but the problem remained. His cock was rock hand and pointing straight up. His eyes went down in horror and there it was, a wet patch on the leather of the horse.
Miss Saunders walked forward with her strap in her hand swinging happily beside her leg. “Well, well, well,” she said as she smiled. “Maybe we should have made it a dozen. The effect was not what it should have been. Never mind, there will always be a next time.”
The whole time she’d been looking at his cock then she looked into his eyes and gave him a lightning quick wink.
Shuffling his feet with the tracksuit pants and briefs round his ankles he joined the others standing watching the proceedings. He noticed his was the only erection also and that just made his face go beetroot red.
The last man had to be told to ‘present to the horse else it is a nice hard dozen’ from Miss Saunders. Everyone knew she meant it so he walked forward then was reluctantly strapped down and had his butt bared for the strap.
His strapping was a repeat of all the others, maybe a little quicker, but the effect was exactly the same. Miss Saunders measured up then she powered the strap around and across the waiting bottom. The red band appeared instantly, his strident shout of pain filled the room, then it was repeated time and again a few seconds apart. The red band in the middle was joined with one above, then one below. Then a few seconds later the band in the middle was made far deeper by the second stroke on top and his shout confirmed it hurt. Then the bands of red above and below were also painted in and now hit butt was fire engine red and Miss Saunders had a happy look on her face, her eyes gleaming.
When the six of them were lined up, all of them with throbbing butts and their privates exposed with their trousers and briefs round their ankles Miss Saunders walking to and fro in front of them, looking at each of them in turn. She ran the strap through her hands, she felt the leather and she bent it this way and that. Clearly she enjoyed her work.
“So. That’s your welcome strapping. If you get a single black mark, a single complaint, a single instance of rudeness or insolence you might as well present yourself to me because you will get another six, and another six each and every time.”
She lifted the strap in the air then caught it when it came down. “That is unless I give you a dozen. I prefer a dozen. It works better, you remember better and I can really get to the seat of the problem.”
She moved in front of the gagged man who’d had a dozen and still looked broken and in pain, his hips not stopped moving slightly the whole time.
She tapped his chest with the strap. “If you resist then it is an automatic dozen and you can see how well the gag works. Guards, take them to their rooms and settle them in for the night. Prisoners, there is another rule you don’t know yet. The guards will help you with that.”
One by one the guards lifted their briefs and trousers. In his case when the guard bent she was at eye level with his still aching erection. “Miss Saunders, this one still has a problem.” Then his briefs and trousers were in place, he felt better. Dammit, why was his cock so hard, but he though the knew. While his ass was throbbing from the strapping, the heat went right through him to the other side and it was making him as randy as hell. As soon as they freed his hands, he was for sure giving himself a hand job.
Miss Saunders was watching him. She only nodded.
Settled Down For The Night
“Follow” said a guard who left through a door in the rear of the room.
They trooped along and followed her, through another sliding still bar door then they were in a corridor with cells on either side.
“You five, stand and watch,” said one guard. They opened a cell door then led the gagged prisoner inside. The cell was pretty much the same as all the others he’d been in, a bed, a small toilet area, a desk and a single book on the desk. Probably a diary or the bible Harry thought.
The guard unstrapped the prisoner’s collar then, “Lay down on your face on the bed,” she said.
The prisoner did as told and shuffled a little till he head was on the pillow and his body in the middle of the bed.
The guard bent, “Legs back,” she said brusquely. The prisoner complied then the guard took the strap that had been around his neck and moving the bar to the other strap, she brought it round so she could wrap both his ankles in what had been the collar.
“There,” she said. “On a punishment night we hogtie you.” The guard took a chain down from the wall and clipped it onto the bar between his wrists and ankles. She shortened it at the other end till he had zero freedom. He was on his face, hogtied and chained in the middle of the bed.
“We’ll take you out at seven am. Have a good night,” then they all trooped out of the room.
The next cell was Harry’s he found as the guard took him inside. “You just got a welcoming. You can sleep on your front or back. You choose.”
“Back please ma’am,” he said.
With that the strap around his neck was released as was the one round his wrists. The guard walked in front and again the strap was around his neck, the bar now going from the front of his neck down to his waist. The guard lifted his wrists and the strap was wrapped around them and tightened. He was bound tightly.
A push on his chest sent sent him back to his bed. He sat then lay down. The guard looked down at him, “You just got a welcome. No hogtie but you stay in restraints for the night. Sweet dreams,” and she even added a wink.
When the door closed he lay on his back. This wasn’t the best position he realized. His bright red flaming strapped butt was against the bed and stinging but again and almost worse, his boner was back with a vengeance. No way could he get his hands near it, and he tried. If he moved his hands at all the bar to the collar stopped anything more than an inch or two of movement.
As he lay he thought about the day so far. It had not been his best. The way the other guy had been treated for complaining and resisting was a harsh lesson. Being in a hogtie like that, unable to even roll from side to side and with a ball gag in his mouth was something that he was thinking about more than he should. It just went round in his mind and added to the heat in his butt from the strapping and his aching cock.
Lights out happened a little later then there was dead silence in the prison. He’d been in places where the noise increased up to be almost deafening at lights out. Not here. He guessed that Miss Saunders and her strap would see to that. He wondered how they would find out who was making all the noise? What was the punishment for that? He guessed the gag would be used and probably the hogtie after a strapping. Then he had a worrying thought, would one or two of them making a noise get them ALL a strapping, gag and hogtie? He had a feeling that Miss Saunders would do exactly that.
He tried to sleep. The trauma of the last few hours went round and round in his mind, but eventually he drifted off.
The Night Visitor
Some time during the night a sound woke him. He looked around and then saw he wasn’t alone in the cell, and the smell confirmed it. Perfume.
He heard movement, clothes moving, then a face was beside his in the darkness. “Want your reward?” and now he knew. It was Miss Saunders. With that thought his boner was starting to wake again.
“Miss Saunders, what reward?” he asked and hoping like hell it was what he was thinking Miss Saunders wanted.
The question was answered when he felt her hand on the front of his tracksuit pants. It moved over the fabric and it rubbed his erection shifting it into a rock hard tumescence. “Guess,” she said, “but I get to come first.” With that the erotic stroking stopped and the hand was on the side of his face. “Quickly now, else I’ll try next door.”
That was the last thing he wanted. “Yes please Miss Saunders. Oh God yes please.”
With that Miss Saunders stood then seconds later his tracksuit pants were off, as were his briefs and now his erection was pointing straight up. “One small thing,” she said which he took to mean the condom was going on. But she surprised him.
Instead he felt her grab his ankles then something was wrapped round them and buckled tightly. He tried to move his legs but couldn’t as he was tightly bound. Then she moved back and he heard her stripping off, her form only slightly visible in the near darkness.
A few seconds later she mounted him but not in the way he expected. She was squatting over his face, her naked pussy right over his mouth. A few hip movements, a few shuffles then she settled down after saying, “Lick me good.”
He lay transfixed. His wrists bound, his ankles bound and this woman squatting on his face was a lot to absorb, the surprise of it was making him feel unable to cope.
Then he felt her moving her hips rubbing her pussy over his mouth and nose, and seconds later she gripped his cock. “Ahh,” he said for a moment then the pussy pushed down silencing him.
Against his will he opened his mouth. The feeling of her stroking his cock was enough to make him do anything, even this. He extended his tongue and ran it up and down her pussy, running it from side to side to side then up and down again. Miss Saunders moved slightly, angled herself where she wanted then he understood. He opened his mouth as wide as he could then pushed his tongue out and found the tight little spot he knew she wanted worked. He pushed his tongue into her then she gasped. He ran his tongue around and around. He pulled it out then pushed it up and in and rimmed her vagina.
This had an effect. She surged against him, she gasped, she shook all over. It didn’t take long at all then she let out a low moan and shook all over, her hips moving like they were electrocuted, jumping and surging rhythmically.
She’d come. She quietened her frantic movements then she just moved her hips up and down along his face so he could lick her all over.
After a few minutes of that she got off his face then lay down beside him. “Not bad,” she said as she wrapped an arm around his chest then put a leg up and over his hips, pushing down on his cock.
The Strapubus Gives a Belting
“My girlfriends call me the ‘strapubus’ because I love giving a strapping, and I love having my men bound with leather straps. It’s just so nice to be able to mount them and use them for my own needs. How was it for you? The strapping and this?”
His cock was hurting. Pressed against the soft woman’s leg it felt so damn good but he wanted to be inside her, desperately. “Miss Saunders it hurt like hell but for some reason I got a boner. You saw it. I have no idea why. This is fantastic. I want you.” That was all he could get out of his mouth.
She ran her hand over his face. Then she leaned up a little and moved till her breasts were in his face. She moved her shoulders from side to side so the nipples alternated to tap his mouth and the large woman scented globes moved all over his face. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever had in his life.
“Good. I’ll mount you and fuck you senseless but I have a strict rule here in the prison. You get a dozen of my belt first. Nice and hard. On top of the strapping it will hurt but it’s not as bad as my prison strap.” She moved her breasts all over his face. “Want me?”
He didn’t want a belt strapping but he desperately wanted a fuck. “Yes please Miss Saunders,” just came out of his mouth.
She got off the bed then went to the pile of the clothes on the floor. He watched as she pulled the wide belt out then folded it in half. She moved back to the bed. “Roll over,” she said, then she added, “I brought a gag. Want that? It adds to the whole experience. I’ll fuck you with it in if you want?”
He thought about it. Watching that other guy get his strapping with the gag in had been arousing in a disturbing way. Now the offer was feeling the same. “Yes please Miss Saunders,” he said before he could regret it. The strapping from the belt would be bad enough. This was heading into full on kink so he might as well embrace it.
Seconds later he felt her pressing something into his mouth. He opened and suddenly it was full of something. He ran his tongue around it as much as he could. It took little time to realize it was a ball gag, and in that time she pulled the strap behind his head and it was buckled. He tried to spit it out, he tried pushing on it, he moved his head but nothing made any difference.
He was experimenting with the ball gag, feeling it, when heat blazed on his butt cheeks and a loud crack broke the silence of the darkened cell.
This time the strapping was far more mild than what he’d had with Mister Best Behavior, but it was still challenging. The belt didn’t land anywhere near as hard but the sting was similarly infernal. On top of the prison strapping, it made him rear up, open his mouth around the ball gag and grunt loudly.
The strapping from her belt felt amazing on top of the ‘welcome’ he’d had. It stung, sure, but it acted to make him hoter and hotter than hell. Damn it made him hot. As the belting continued he moved on the bed, shaking, quivering, moving as the leather landed. That meant the bed started to rub against his boner and all of a sudden he started to think he might come if he wasn’t careful.
Ms Saunders must have noticed as she stopped the belting then, “Roll over naughty box. Time for your treat,” she said as she gripped his shoulders.
On his back, his butt flamed red ot as he lay on the bed, the pressure of the bed making him very aware. At the same time he felt his cock twitching, moving in the air as the feelings surged through him.
Ms Saunders leaned over him again and again he had her lovely dangling breasts in his face as she moved them over him, her nipples moving against his skin. It was the most erotic thing in his life, what with his burning butt and the naked woman rubbing her chest into him,
Then he felt it, she had her hand on his cock. She lifted up and saw when he looked down that he had a concom on and it looked like a big ribbed one.
“Something to desensitize you and also to give me a little more friuction,” she said as she looked into his eyes. “I don’t want you popping off too soon. If you do I might put you on a charge for a dozen from Mr Best Behaviour for coming to soon.” She stroked his face, “I might call it disobeying an order, or disobedience. Whatever. Same rule, I come first.”
She waggled her chest in his face as she put a leg over then sat bolt upright on top of him, his cock trapped and pushed down under her.
She lifted up for a moment, then with a hand to hold and guide him, she shimmied back and then he felt it. The warm wet love tonnel of an excited woman swallowed him whole.
His chest lifted up for amoment in the pleasure of the fucking he was gettring. his eyes rolled up, his moth went wide around the ball gag and he sighed loudly.
Ms Saunders put her hands on his chest as she leaned forward. “Let me fuck you. Grunt or close your eyes when you get close.”
With that sheput both hands on his chest then leaned forward to make her breasts push out in front. Her shoulders swayed and shook, then she lifted up then flopped down on his cock. The reslt was the best fuck of his life.
Ms Saunders rode him, clenching her pussy around him, milking his cock and making it rub against her in just the right place as she got higher and higher, closer and closer.
She couldn’t last long after the last come she’d had, and looking at the young man in straps under her was doing her head in. This was where it was at.
God, how she wished she had a boyfirend into this. She’d ride him like a rocking horse after she blistered his butt.
As she crested she saw him close his eyes and gasp. Good.
Right at that moment she felt him twitching inside her, she felt him quiver and quake and that sent her over the top. She gripped him hard, gripped his cock with her sopping pussy to extrat the maximum of pleasure as she moved against him.
She came and she came loudly. Her shout echoed out his door into the cell block. She sat up straight, she pushed down on him, she opened then she gripped, she moved up and down in quick hip flicks as his cock hit against her, every litle push inside her sending her into bliss.
Putting her head far back, she came loud.
Harry was in heaven. It was a kinky heaven he would never have guessed, not in a million yerar. Also, little did he know that the deathly silence in the cell block meant that everyone was listedning to Ms Saundes as she climaxed, but also as she had given him a belting. Every single man wanted her right now as they all had painful boners that demanded attention. But not one of them could do a thing about it with the strap round their wrists immobilizing them. Sleeping in bondage like that meant they often had a boner, but spunking off to a bit of hand action was not going to happen.
— to be continued —
Harry finds out that making a noise at night is a bad idea.
