Hello folks, I have a long needed post for you. Last friday myself (that is Mrs Woods) and 7 other women were sent down for the afternoon. Mrs Woods is someone who in recent years has been in and out of prison. After a long spell in her youth she seems unable to re-associate herself on the outside without landing herself in yet mores trouble, normally as a result of orders coming from her dominant husband Charlie. Last Friday was no different and Mrs Woods was sent to prison in the cattle truck she has now become so familiar with. She arrived early and was put to work ironing the uniforms for the other inmates, despite her protests. once finished this arduous task it was time for Mrs Woods to be processed, which as ever was done by officer E. As ever Mrs Woods could not resist a bit of screw baiting and her attitude was berated. Quick witted as ever Mrs Woods simply claimed she had an excellent training in attitude from ballet school. She was nevertheless processed and put in her uniform and taken to the cell at the end of the block. The solitary cell. This seems to have become a habit for the screws so Mrs Woods decided to annoy the bloody lot of them by singing lewd songs at the top of her voice out of tune.
An age seemed to go by, there is no denying that the minutes drag in solitary, let alone the hours. I was joined by another inmate JJ. It seems she was nervous about being stuck with Mrs Woods, fearing an attack. This proved unfounded as Mrs Woods believes in an 'us and them' approach to prison. finally, and not a moment too soon Mrs Woods and her new companion were moved into the centre cell. Mrs Woods settled in quickly, making her bed and arranging the cell to suit her needs. As you might imagine it was not long before Mrs Woods landed herself in deep water, despite having a laugh with the other inmates. A wisecrack to the governor earned her six strokes of a very evil strap and a burning backside. Unwilling to show how much it hurt only seemed to spur the governor to beat the woman harder. Mrs Woods was sent back to her cell with a burning sore bottom and a heavy 'friend' to keep her company; one that could not be allowed to touch the floor. Another inmate, the sexy K and a lady whom Mrs Woods had always got along well with also incurred the wrath of the officers and received similar treatment. She also tried to play it tough but soon found herself crying out in pain just like Mrs Woods.
Several activities were planned for the inmates, including time in the torture room for two inmates who happened to be sisters and boxing of two rounds involving 30 second bouts. While Mrs Woods was not involved in the boxing, she did find it entertaining to watch. It even distracted her from her plans, though that was short lived.
Officer A was handing out the teas for mid afternoon and carefully tipped me the wink that she had left Mrs Woods a present in the bottom of her cup. Whilst the screws milled around, Mrs Woods sipped her tea and chatted and laughed with the other inmates. Finally they all disappeared, and Mrs Woods hoped that officer A had managed to distract them all with a fictional meeting. Mrs Woods retrieved what was in the bottom of her cup and, heart pumping now and mind firing on all cylinders she opened her door. Once out of her cell, she sprung the ladies to her left and was just getting to the final cell when officer E came bearing down on her. The other inmates, not as fearless of Mrs Woods did not join forces with her and left her alone to face the consequences. Officer E took her down and pinned her to the floor with the help of the governor and within minutes Mrs Woods had a pair of handcuffs slapped on her wrists, officer E twisting them to forces Mrs woods to drop the keys. Mrs Woods was fearful now, despite her hurling abuse at the screws. she knew she was in for it. She was placed on the punishment bench, hands still cuffed behind her back. Her underwear is roughly pulled down and the governor approaches Mrs woods with the cane. It was 12 for her and he was not holding back. He slashed at her backside, leaving Mrs Woods howling in pain and shaking from the adrenaline and fear. Punishment finally complete, she found herself hauled upright and dumped right back in her cell. She had achieved nothing and was fuming about that fact. this had to be changed. And quickly...
Once the dust had settled and the other ladies had been given some punishment by the evil and bent governor, Mrs Woods came up with her revenge. She asked an officer politely for a mug of water knowing full well they cannot refuse her that. It arrived promptly and she hung about at the front of her cell. The screws seems to catch on to what was going on and Miss Hunter was just about to foil Mrs Woods plan when the governor stood right in front of the woman. She wasted no time and chucked the water right at his face, soaking him. He was furious and the look of shock and anger only fueled Mrs Woods laughter. She knew that despite the inevitable punishment, she could dine out of this for weeks. Even so, she would have to survive said punishment and a furious governor was to give her 24 with the birch. This was no mean feat for Mrs Woods to take and once her panties were removed she braced herself. The strokes came and they came hard, and Mrs Woods was crying out with the pain in her bottom sooner rather than later. Only six strokes had been administered and already Mrs woods thought she could take no more. Allowed very little break between strokes Mrs Woods was really beginning to struggle by stroke 12. Her bottom was burning and the birch was also 'tickling' the tops of her legs. It was pure agony. Finally she got to the end of her punishment and a relieved Mrs Woods was placed back in her cell. She was in real pain and knew she would struggle to cope with any more punishment. She covered her pain with a moment of bravado, complaining that she had chipped a nail.
Finally, it was time to be processed and sent out into the world once more, hopefully as better people. Each inmate, including Mrs Woods was removed from their cell and taken to the punishment room. Bent over a bench the inmates were to receive 18 strokes of the paddle, six from each of the screws including the evil Miss Hunter. Once complete and ensuring that no bottom was left without a taste of punishment the inmates were instructed to change and were shown to the exit.
This, obviously is my ultimate fantasy and I cannot thank those involved in the organisation of such days enough for their effort and time. I loved every minute and so thank you once more folks...you know who you are. Long live Mrs Woods!