A travelling nightmare part 2

The following morning had brought a chill into the chill so when she heard the bell ring, Helen chose not to move from under her quilt until she heard the creaking of the stairs under the warden's footfall.  Helen had been instructed that she must present herself naked at the foot of the bed with her hands on her head at the sound of the morning bell.  Sod that, she thought, it is freezing!  A few minutes passed and Helen could hear the approach of the warden.  She quietly slipped out of bed and adopted her position, quietly pleased that she seemed to have got around the rules without overtly bending them.  She could not have been more wrong.  Upon his entrance the warden informed Helen that he knew what she had done and she was going to be punished for it.  Hard.  He led her over to the punishment bench, and bend her over it, restraining her in place.  He pulled out a strap and proceeded to administer numerous strokes upon her bottom.  Feeling sadistic and believing Helen to deserve it, the warden concentrated on the crease of her bottom, a most sensitive place that stings all the more.  Helen cried out and pleaded, even resorting to apologising profusely to the man she was beginning to hate.  It was no good.  He had a number of strokes in his mind for her punishment and did not stop until he had meted out his punishment.  By the time he was finished Helen was bordering on tears.  The warden noticed this and offered to do something else to her.  Helen was wary of this tactic as it had been employed on her last night and had resulted in her being forced to perform two very humiliating acts.  Her bottom though could take no more so she begged for what she believed to be the lesser of the two evils.  Her warden had out-manoeuvred her once more.  He did gave her a variation on what Helen believed to be the less of the two evils; one that was far more humiliating and degrading.  This was a punishment that someone as innocent as Helen could never have conceived of before the reality of it began.  The reality was terrible and was made only worse by her tormentor having her face a mirror so he could see her face from his position behind her...

Helen was left after this morning hell and she curled up in her bed to cry.  She could not let this man see her tears; he may feed on them and become even more sadistic.  It was a few hours before she was called down to the office.  Without any word the warden cuffed her wrists and had her stand on a tiny low stool.  He secured her wrists above her head leaving her in a precarious position, especially as she was still naked.  She had no idea what he had planned but could be sure she was not going to enjoy it.  She was correct.  He had with him a collection of single tailed whips, which he used on her one after the other.  The sting of each stroke made Helen wriggle and writhe on her restraints in pain.  She could not move away from the strokes as without the help of the tiny stool under her feet she would be painfully stretched with her feet only just grazing the floor and she could be sure the whipping would not stop.  Instead she twisted carefully on the spot, desperately trying to avoid the sting of the warden's whip and failing miserably.  The warden seemed to enjoy making Helen 'dance' to the tune of his whip and each movement of her body only seemed to spur him on to inflict further strokes on her.  She begging him to stop, but again this was to no avail; he enjoyed her begging almost as much as he enjoyed her 'dancing'.  The warden did put down the whip and lowered her wrists from their uncomfortable position.  This respite was brief, however, as he instructed her to bend over the desk.  Helen was to taste his cane once more, and by now she knew where this was leading.  Either she took enough of the cane to satisfy her tormentor or she must beg for the alternative.  Once more the warden forced her to do the latter, enjoying her shame at begging for something she clearly did not want, but was going to get and very had too...

It was going to be a long three months for Helen if life was to continue like this.  She also had concerns of the warden having her sentence extended, something that would be more than a nightmare for young Helen.  She just wanted to go home.  It was time to do whatever this man wanted, no matter how painful, humiliating or degrading.  It was time to do anything to get out of here and get back to the safer lands of the UK.

I hope you have enjoyed the account folks.  No doubt I will have details of further punishments soon.  In fact I know I am due some more so not to fear, I have not become an angel!  Finally, thank you to HH for a fantastic weekend of play.  I truly enjoyed it.

A travelling nightmare part 1

I have had a wonderful couple of days with Henry Higgins.  This is my account of what happened:

Helen Atkins is traveling the World.  She is several months into her trip when she discovers a little known island, one that used to be part of the Commonwealth but is now independent.  Helen has no idea what this means, but loves the island and her explorations lead to an evening in a local bar.  She meets a young gentleman also on his travels from the UK and they share champagne.  It is not long before Helen is rather tipsy and she ends up performing what would later be described as 'lewd acts' in court.  She has been arrested, charged and sent to a House of Correction for a 28 day sentence.  The principal officer is warden of the House and Helen is shocked by the harsh conditions the inmates suffer, not to mention the lack of privacy whilst changing and bathing.  She encourages a couple of the other girls to join forces with her and lodge a complaint with the magistrates court.  Armed with all the evidence gathered, Helen is confident she can get this terrible man thrown out of her job.  She could not have been more wrong.  In the formal court environment the other girls balk at giving evidence and claim there is nothing wrong with procedure within the House and the warden treats them very well.  Helen is charged with wasting time, giving false evidence and attempting to discredit an officer of the law.  She has 3 months added to her sentence.  She is sent down to the cells to wait her transport back to the House of Correction.  

Helen's transport from court was to be done by the very man she had accused; the warden. She was instructed to remove her coat, followed by her shoes and socks. She thought this an odd request and questioned it. This was met with a stony glare which prompted Helen to comply with the command. She was placed in handcuffs and then driven back to the House of Correction. Her attempts at conversation, notably trying to smooth relations between herself and her tormentor, were met with silence resulting in a very uncomfortable atmosphere. What seemed like the never ending journey came to a halt outside a building she had come to both recognise and resent. Helen was pulled out of the car and made to walk barefoot into the building, making her feet dirty, damp and cold. Sensing a theme of discomfort and torture, Helen's stomach turned over in dread when she walked through the imposing front door.

Like any institution, an inmate must be processed. Helen answered some basic questions about herself and mugshots were taken, but if Helen thought she had been treated badly then things were about to get a lot worse...

The warden instructed her to strip in front of him, making no secret of his eyes wandering over the contours of her body. Now stood naked before him, Helen was afforded no privacy at all and the warden raised the humiliation stakes by performing a prolonged and full inspection of every inch of her body. Helen was understandably mortified by this procedure, but even more mortified when she met the warden's favourite strap. Nine strokes were applied to her bottom for each time she had disobeyed or questioned orders. This man was going to make her life hell; she had only been with him an hour and she had already been stripped, inspected and tasted the strap. Further insult was to come when she was asked her prison number. She did not know it. Unfortunately for Helen, the punishment for this was to have it written on her forehead, something she was desperate to avoid. In fact she was so desperate that she fought the man hard before finally weakening against his grip and allowing this to happen. Naturally her resistance meant further punishment and more licks of the strap on an already tender bottom. Her screams did not cause him to let up, rather it seemed to be spurring him on in his efforts. Could he be enjoying this?

The process procedure complete, Helen was escorted upstairs. There she was blindfolded and handcuffs placed on each wrist. She heard movement around her but could not work out what was going on. It was not until she was made to kneel down and remove the blindfold that she realised she was kneeling on a plastic sheet covered in dirt. The warden was not going to be satisfied with that however, and had her lie face down in the dirt with in a spread-eagle. Now Helen began to feel really degraded, only to be increased by the warden wiping the dirty soles of his boots on her skin, including her face, breasts and legs. This was horrific. Her pose had her exposed to him, she was dirty, she had her prison number on her forehead. She was not the woman who had arrived but a while earlier. Her moans did not impress the warden and Helen was about to learn a lesson, at the hands of a vindictive man holding a quirt. He rained stroke after stroke down on her back, bottom, thighs and as a final painful insult, between her legs. Failure to remain in position meant increased strokes. Helen quickly learned to remain still and suffer quietly. Just when she thought she could take no more she was ordered to stand and taken to the shower room. The warden cuffed her wrists, immobilising her within the shower and turned on the water. Naturally this was not warm water and could only be described as cool. This caused Helen to yelp and wriggle. The warden was not impressed by her complaints and turned the water to ice cold. Helen was now pleading with him to give her the other temperature and thanked him profusely when he did. Cleaned off but still naked Helen was taken to her cell and sent in. She curled up on the bed, finding what little comfort there was in the blanket provided.

Later that night the warden checked in on her again. Now she was going to suffer a new type of humiliation; take the cane or accept a worse fate, one that she had asked for herself. The warden had her bent over and caned her repeatedly until he gave her an option to have him do something else to her. At first she resisted and so the warden simply picked up the cane and began the cycle again. Naturally it was not long before Helen's buttocks were burning and she did not believe she could take  any more. She pleaded for the very thing she did not want, simply because she could not face being caned again. Now she really was under his control and the humiliation of being forced to beg made it all the worse...

Hope you enjoyed that folks, part 2 coming soon....

New outfits available for role-play sessions

Hello folks, I have exciting news!  I have two new *genuine* outfits for authentic role-play scenes that I simply love and I hope you do too.  The first is a Victorian maid outfit, complete with mop cap, the images below are of the exact one I have bought.  The image below is how it would be seen from the back:

And the image below shows the view from the front.  Please note I have the victorian underwear as well so this would be a complete costume:

The second outfit is a WREN outfit, which again is authentic (ie: not repro). Please note I do not have the hat.  A picture below gives you the idea, though this is not the exact outfit:

So, for those of you who like to play out scenes of times past I can have fun with you re-living the 'good olde days'.