The Prison Whipping by Alex Birch The most sexually exciting and, I have to say, the most shameful experience I have ever witnessed was the bare bottom whipping of a young English woman at the women's reformatory in Georgetown, Queensland in 1948. I was just twenty five then and employed as a security guard along with seven other guys. There were only 120 women prisoners in the reformatory and most of the routine minding was done by the twenty or so female warders. The eight men were employed primarily in case of fights between prisoners and to subdue any of the women who became violent, neither of which happened often. On this particular day, I happened to be on duty and there was a lot of excitement among the prisoners because it was known that one of the women was to receive corporal punishment, a pretty rare experience so tension was heightened all round. I have to say there was not much sympathy among the prisoners for the unfortunate young woman, primarily it must be said, because she was English and there was not much sympathy in Queensland in those days for the immigrant Poms. I hadn't worked there long and didn't know the woman concerned but as I knew I'd have to take her to the punishment room, I made it my business to find out her background. Her name was Anne Curtis and she was a thirty two year old mother of a twelve year old boy. She and her husband had come to Australia after the war in 1946 in search of a new life and times had been hard for them, her husband finding it difficult to hold down a job. This was a common story with regard to the Poms and why we all had so much contempt for them because they all seemed to expect a living without working hard for it. Anyway, Anne's husband had gone off with some barmaid after 6 months and Anne was left with the child to bring up on her own. Apparently, in desperation, she had begun to steal food and clothing from shops, was eventually caught and sentenced to 12 months in the Georgetown reformatory. On hearing all this I must admit I'd begun to feel sorry for poor Anne, her feckless husband being the bastard who'd caused her plight. Being a Pom she had not been well treated by some of the other prisoners and hadn't got much sympathy from the Governor, Mrs Welby, when she'd reported her troubles, the Governor saying she only had herself to blame. The fact that she was a frequent complainant put Anne Curtis in bad odour with the Governor and I believe that good lady was only waiting for an opportunity to really make an example of her. It was presented when Anne found herself alone in the dorm with one of her fellow prisoners who was a raving dyke. The woman began to make aggressive lesbian advances to her and, apparently, more in fright than anything Anne had grabbed the empty slop bucket, hitting the woman in the face with it and causing quite a severe facial gash. Anne was sent to the Governor and despite her desperate pleas of self defence, she was found guilty of unprovoked violence towards a fellow prisoner and sentenced to five days in solitary confinement to be completed, after her last night in solitary, with thirty strokes of the sturdy prison strap applied to her bare bottom. Apparently she fainted on hearing the sentence and had to be revived with smelling salts. Flogging sentences were always carried out on a Friday morning at 9am and it was the duty of two male guards to take the prisoner to the punishment room and remain while the sentence was carried out. There had been a minor furore over this in the newspapers but the authorities maintained that in all cases, women sentenced to corporal punishment by the Governor had shown evidence of violent conduct both in deserving the punishment and, sometimes, violent resistance as they were being prepared for punishment, thus prime concern was for the safety of the female officers. There were reasons for the selection of a set day too, primarily the availability of someone to do the flogging. The Governor was quite happy to hand down corporal punishment sentences but certainly was not prepared to get involved in the unsavoury business of carrying them out. It was originally suggested that a female warder should apply the strap but the warders refused to take the distasteful responsibility. Eventually it was agreed that on one set day a week, when necessary, the police service would supply an expert, a woman who had previous experience of applying corporal punishment in the tough Australian prison system and who was extremely happy to perform the duty. Thus Georgetown got Sergeant Beatrice Kruger, a feisty little Queenslander of Afrikaans descent who prosecuted her duty with an almost religious zeal. Although the previous flogging had been over a year before and thus Sergeant Kruger had not been required for a long time, her reputation was legendary. I was told that, in the past, women had emerged completely naked and squealing hysterically from a punishment session with Kruger in such agony that they were quite unable to replace any clothing. We were told that Sergeant Kruger passionately hated Poms too so the outlook for poor Anne Curtis was not bright. The time for the punishment arrived and I, together with an older colleague named Jimmy Nash, duly walked down to the solitary wing of the reformatory at 8.50 am where Jimmy unlocked the door of Anne's cell. She had obviously been waiting for us in dread for as the door opened we heard a small girlish sob and then the clearing of a throat. Anne Curtis sat hunched up on the bench by the cell window, her small hands clenched white in her lap and her big wide eyes filled with fear. I had seen her before, taking exercise, but now up close I was conscious of how attractive she was, hardly the stereotype of a violent, hardened criminal. She had a rich head of dark hair which formed natural ringlets around her forehead and a natural English rosy complexion set off by those stunning blue eyes. She wore the standard grey reformatory smock which, other than knickers and plimsoles, was the only item the prisoners were allowed to wear, all brassieres of course having been confiscated on entry as a potential source of self harm. As she raised her body to rise on our arrival, a pair of firm full breasts were delineated against the material of the thin smock. I could feel my penis begin to harden as my colleague said sharply "Come on, Curtis, time for your arse warming. Hold out your hands for the cuffs" The tears began to roll down Anne Curtis's face as she took in the horror of his words, then she meekly held out her hands for the handcuffs, got up from her seat and walked between us down the corridor. She sobbed quietly all the way, stopping only to clear her throat and ask quietly "W..will it hurt very much?" I felt so sorry for her and she was so appealing that I almost muttered some comforting words but I caught Jimmy's warning expression just in time. He stopped for a moment and stared deeply and not unkindly into her eyes. "Yes, Curtis, it will hurt very much ..." he said quietly " ... and you will be in so much pain after six strokes of Sergeant Kruger's strap that you will be screaming for mercy but there will be none. You must just try and breathe deeply and control the urge to shit ...because thats how it gets them. Then you must try and relax your bottom for the rest of the punishment but your arse will be on fire, you will be sweating buckets and that strap just keeps on coming. It gets better on the last ten cos' your bum's probably too numb to feel any more pain. You'll survive, kiddo, but only if you resign yourself to how bad its gonna be and deal with it!" Anne Curtis looked wide eyed in terror but managed a dignified, though sobbing "thank you" as we continued the walk to the punishment room, arriving at one minute to nine. I was tense as Jimmy knocked peremptorily before opening the door for I had never been inside this room before, though nowhere near as tense as Anne Curtis who had begun to tremble from head to foot. As we walked through the door I got my first sight of both the whipping bench and Sergeant Beatrice Kruger. Both were a fearsome sight and I heard Anne Curtis give a sob and another ripple of fear ran through her body as she stared in horror at the tough muscly uniformed policewoman who was already swinging the heavy three tailed strap against her toughened palm with a sharp crack. She smiled grimly. "I see you've brought the Pommie bitch bang on time ..." she began "...well done boys. Well, Curtis, are you looking forward to your date with my strap? By Christ, you're going to get an arse roasting you'll remember all your life! Go and stand at the end of the bench!" Anne Curtis, trembling violently and sobbing quietly, stood to attention at the end of the bench as, on instruction from Kruger, I removed her handcuffs. The whipping bench was a bit like a gym vaulting horse with adjustable legs to suit a prisoner's height but with a curved and hinged leather leather cushion at one end where the prisoner stood ready to bend over. The bench then sloped downwards so that the woman's outstretched arms and upper body could be bent right forward and down then secured to straps at the far end. Her bottom was then tight over the leather cushion pushing the buttocks apart whatever the height of the prisoner, her legs then spread slightly so that her ankles were secured to each of the two near legs of the bench. It was not a device designed to protect a woman's modesty! I stepped back to join my colleague as Kruger walked over to the trembling prisoner and looked her up and down, still testing the vicious strap across her palm. "Alright Curtis ..." she snarled "...get that smock right off!" Jimmy flashed a knowing grin at me as we heard the terrified woman gasp. "P..please, Maam, what ..what about the men? Surely they don't ..." but Kruger interrupted her with a grim laugh. "Oh yes they do Curtis, they stay for the entire proceedings so I hope you're going to give 'em a worthwhile show. After all, you are a violent criminal and you might attack me if we were alone. Now then, looks to me like a good figure under that smock but we'll soon see, won't we!" Anne Curtis stood in white faced shock for a few seconds then with a wail of submission undid the buttons down the front, hoisted the smock over her head and let it fall to the floor. Her skin was completely white unlike most of the Australian women in the prison and I gazed at her with ever growing lust and a severe discomfort in my pants. She was half turned away from me but as she stood to attention, pale and trembling in just her prison issue grey cotton knickers, I could hardly resist a whistle of approval for she had a pair of the most beautiful breasts I'd ever seen. She was almost beyond terror now and little mewing noises came from her mouth as she stood still, her breasts heaving in her distress, the nipples fully erect and blood red with shame and fear. "Very nice, Curtis ..." the Sergeant said with a smirk "...perhaps I'll take you back to solitary myself for a session after we've finished here!" and she roared with laughter, obviously aware of her prisoner's accusation of Lesbian assault. Anne Curtis began to weep openly, her shoulders shaking with distress for already this was beyond her worst nightmare. I was struggling to keep my penis from bursting through my trousers as I watched the theatre unfold. "Alright let's get on with the proceedings, Curtis! You know what comes next. Get your knickers off!" I knew this command was coming but I gasped anyway and tried to hide the bulge in my trousers. Anne Curtis began to shake and tremble once more, her hand on the elastic of her pants, reluctant to take them down in front of us. Kruger snorted her contempt. "Oh we have a shy little Pommie bitch, do we! Whats the matter, Curtis? Afraid to show your nice big bare arse to the boys are you ...or is it bending over and showing your cute little pussy hole that you're so shy about ? Then again, perhaps it ain't so little! You've been married haven't you, Curtis? Got a kid? So at least one bloke's been up it let alone seen it and a few more too I'll be bound! Well these lads are only young but they're men of the world, Curtis. You can bet they've cocked an eye at a few juicy cunts in their time, so yours will be nothing new! Now get your knickers off before I add five strokes to your sentence for disobedience!" Anne Curtis swung round, her face red with anger, shame and indignation and she was about to reply when she saw the expectant, challenging look on Kruger's face. Suddenly her slim shoulders sank down in defeat and a violent fit of sobbing coursed through her body as she turned slowly back to face the bench, raised her trembling hands to her waist and pushed her knickers down to her feet before stepping out of them. She stood there naked and crying, her shapely bare white bottom now exposed fully to view and I began to have trouble breathing. I was ashamed to admit that the sight of Anne Curtis completely naked, her head bowed with shame and crying with embarrassment, was an enormous turn on, my penis really tensing against my trousers. "At last we've got you down to the buff Curtis ..." Kruger grinned "...and very nice too! OK, boys, get her strapped down!" I felt my breathing tighten as Jimmy and I moved forward to our prearranged positions, Jimmy behind the weeping prisoner and me in front. Anne Curtis began to tremble anew as Jimmy pushed her a step nearer to the bench and then adjusted the bench legs so that the hinged cushion was at Anne's hip height. Then, telling her to get her feet apart, he secured her ankles to each leg of the bench before telling her to bend right forward with her arms outstretched. Red faced she bent forwards over the cushion as ordered and I took over, pulling her forwards until her breasts and stomach were flat along the leather covering of the slightly downward sloping bench and I could secure her wrists to the straps at the far end. The task completed, Jimmy and I moved back into position behind the secured prisoner as Beatrice Kruger smiled grimly and smacked the strap across her palm once more before moving into position to the side of the anguished woman's unprotected bottom. From where I stood the view was stunning and as humiliating as it is possible to display a naked woman, my legs trembling and my penis straining for release as I absorbed the sight. Anne Curtis was bent over at about a 75 -80 degree angle, her legs about a foot apart, her naked bottom thrust right up and out, the shapely white cheeks pulled slightly open to reveal the dark bud of her anus and, beneath the thin perineum, the fully displayed fleshy pink labia and the thin seam of her cunt, thick dark hairs sprouting from around the area and back betwen her parted thighs. As Anne wriggled her bottom slightly in fearful anticipation, so the cunt seam opened slightly and then closed again. The strap was incredibly heavy and I wondered what Kruger's technique would be as her capacity to deliver maximum pain was legendary. I hadn't long to wait for it seemed that Kruger's humiliating banter was over, temporarily at least, for with pursed lips she said to Anne Curtis "Prepare yourself, girl" and I heard a muffled sob and saw the buttocks involuntarily tighten. Beatrice Kruger, her feet slightly apart, held the strap in her right hand with the business end trailing across her left palm. Suddenly with a sense of timing which would have graced a professional golfer, she simultaneously swivelled on her hip, released her left palm and brought back her right arm with a muscular flick of the wrist which brought the heavy strap right up behind her like a golf club, then as it reached its optimum arc, her body swivelled back with remarkable grace and speed as her arm and wrist propelled the strap on its downward journey. It met the naked bottom with a massive thwaaack and I watched in astonishment as the two buttocks indented like craters on a landscape before resuming their shape as the strap left the target area. I gazed at the incredible bright crimson band that first stroke left in its wake, the blush beginning to spread across the surface of the bottom. At first all that could be heard from Anne Curtis was a sucking in of breath like a choking asthmatic which slowly turned into a disbelieving wail and finally a loud and continuous scream of anguish as the pain began to rack her nervous system. With hardly a pause, Kruger raised the strap again swivelled and delivered a second mighty blow very accurately indeed a millimetre below the first so that not a patch of white skin could be seen between the two crimson bars and prompting a second almost inhuman scream from the tormented victim. After six strokes, Anne Curtis's bottom was just a scarlet map of pain and she simply screamed in non stop anguish. Three more strokes and she was trying to thresh in her bonds, her bottom, so limited for movement, trying to rise in agony, the bottom cheeks opening and closing in her anguish, the puckered anus moving restlessly - a reminder of Jimmy's warning to Anne before the punishment started. After six more strokes, Anne's screams were hideous and I began to wonder how anybody, let alone a young woman, could take thirty strokes of this strap yet they obviously did. Her bottom was now a mixture of scarlet and blue where deep bruising below the skin had begun to form, the fearsome blood heat having spread to her vulva where the once pink lips were swollen and red. At this point, to our surprise, Kruger paused in her punishment. "I'm going to pause for ten minutes, Curtis ..." she said softly as the woman's screams began to die down to an anguished wailing "...and I'm going to do something that butch Lezzy you hit would love to have done. I'm going to massage your arse for you. Don't think I'm doing you any favours ..." she grinned as she began to rub the hideously bruised buttocks, hearing Anne Curtis cry out in pain "...I'm just making sure you feel the next fifteen just as much as you felt the last ones! And by Christ, you felt the last ones, didn't you, Curtis! I'm sure you won't be back for another dose of this, will you girl?" and the anguished woman shook her head in frantic affirmation, too exhausted and agonised to speak. After she had massaged the bottom for five minutes and Anne's wails had died to choking sobs, Kruger bent over her and grinned. "If I'd have had my way, Curtis, do you know what I'd have done this morning? I'd have got your little twelve year old off school and I'd have brought him up here. Just in case he's got any ideas about following in your criminal footsteps, I'd have let him watch his mother lying over the bench bare arse naked showing the lot then getting the tanning of her life and screaming the place down. I think that might have stopped any bright ideas, don't you Curtis?" but the stricken woman just lowered her head and cried in shame. Eventually the massage stopped and Kruger repeated the order "Prepare yourself!" but this time, instead of the choking sob it was met with an anguished half turn of the head and a cry of "Oh mercy, dear God, please no more!" for now Anne Curtis did not need to imagine the pain. Kruger's answer was to swivel on her hip and deliver an almighty blow to the throbbing bruised backside which had Anne Curtis howling again in anguish. The punishment continued with no let up, the heavy strap brought down hard across the entire surface of the woman's already bruised and tortured bottom until the final stroke of the strap whipped across the junction of Anne's bottom and thighs, provoking a scream which nearly took the roof off. The job completed, Kruger wasted no further time but put down the strap, shook our hands and with only a peremptory glance at the anguished piece of throbbing bruised meat she had left lying across the bench, she left the room in order to report to the Governor after a brief piece of advice to leave Anne where she was for five minutes to let her heart rate and pulse come back to normal before releasing her. Eventually we released Anne Curtis and she could hardly stand let alone put her clothes on, so like so many before her she was carried stark naked back to her dormitory and put face down on her bed as the other girls gathered round and cried out in horror at the state of her bottom. In a perverse way, I believe Anne's life improved for the rest of her stay, the previous enmity from the other girls apparently evaporating in a wave of sympathy for the torment she'd been through. I was still shaking with shame and sexual arousal after witnessing such a punishment when Jimmy and I left the dormitory to resume our normal duties. As we reached the main reception, we bumped into Beatrice Kruger who was about to leave the building and return to her police duties. She was all smiles and nudged my arm knowingly. "Got you going, didn't it young Billy boy, seeing Curtis getting her nice big arse warmed. I could see it standing up for fine weather. Well nothing wrong with that for a healthy lad ..." as I blushed in confusion and Jimmy smiled "...and she's a nice looking bit of stuff alright. She'll do you well in bed ...though you might have to wait a few hours ..." and she laughed aloud as my face burned and slapped me on the shoulder "...but I reckon she's a juicy bit of cunt from what I could see! I tell you something for nothing and I've been strapping girls and women here for twelve years. You've heard the old red sky at night shepherd's crap right? Well here's something even more reliable for 95% of 'em! Red hot arse in the morning, red hot cunt at night. Takes 'em eight hours or so to get over the worst of the strap and then their pussies are itching for it. You mark my words, if you don't get in there tonight son, those lezzies will have a field day! There won't be much resistance, she''ll want it filling tonight, you can bet!" and with a grin she departed leaving me in helpless confusion and Jimmy laughing his socks off. Whether or not she was right, I never found out for I was off duty that night and I never had the courage to attempt a liaison after that, but I still remember that morning as one of the most sexually exciting of my life. END