Scotlands Alcatraz

Chapter 9. The punisher punished

"I'm so sorry Jan. I never meant for you to get hurt. I just didn't want to hurt you." Denny's voice was weak as he opened his tear filled eyes and saw Jan lying in the next bed.

"Yeah and I'm sorry too, you pig headed little cunt." Despite the words she used, there was no venom in her voice. She stretched her hand to clasp his. "You've been out of it a long while Denny. Nurse gave you a shot soon after we came in and you haven't woken since. I was worried you weren't going to wake up at all but nurse said you'd be all right now your heart was going again. You were dead for a while, you know."

Last night Pauline had two of the hospital beds pushed side by side so that for once, each had their own bed. She left their bodies uncovered so nothing would touch the sorely whipped flesh. "What time is it Jan?" Denny asked.

Jan winced as she tried to move, "Nearly breakfast time. Don't know what is going on. The girls don't seem to have been by on their way to the dorm and I can hear arguing in our classroom. Seems to be a staff meeting or something. Guess you caused a stir again last night. The bastard head wasn't very pleased when the top guard stopped him hitting me with that fucking big cane."

"What happened Jan? I was out of it." Jan told him. Denny nodded and slipped back into unconsciousness again. Next time he woke, Pauline was gently shaking him and holding the straw in a beaker of orange juice to his lips.

"Drink this, Denny. Breakfast will be an hour late but in any case I don't think either of you will be walking to the dining room."

"What's going on Miss?" It was Debra who spoke. For the first time, Denny noticed her sitting on a couch the other side of Jan. Her tits were bruised and covered with cream. "None of the other girls have come back to the dorm and I'm not allowed any further long the corridor than this."

"Staff meeting," Pauline answered noncommittally, "I need to go as well. Jan, if any of you need me press this pager button and I will come immediately. Debra, you must stay here. Security in the corridor won't let you go further along anyway."

"What if we need to pee? I think I might soon," asked Denny.

"I'll show Debra the urine jars and she can assist you in that."

"Urgh!" Debra grimaced, "Why should I do your job after the way Miss thrashed me the other night?"

"Just do it if it is necessary. I must go."

At the other end of the corridor a guard at the door to the boy's dorm announced, "Boys, you've got the girls for a least another hour. Breakfast is going to be late this morning. Girls, you have to stay in here. Use the boys loos if you need to go." All he would tell them in answer to their questions was, "There's a meeting going on in your classroom and you are to keep away. Settle down again and enjoy yourselves."

Tom Simkins, head of security, stood behind Ros' desk and acted as chairman. He held up his hand for silence. "Ladies and gentlemen, we could argue over this all day but we must make some decisions, decisions I know will not suit everyone. I think most of us are agreed that if we call in the prison inspectors, they could well close this place down and we all, or most of us, would be out of a job. Can we have a show of hands from those who support that view?" Almost everyone raised their hand.

"How many of you support the original concept Derek had for this place? The concept that we educate, discipline and try and get the inmates to bond together as a team and help each other through their difficulties." Various people questioned what was meant by discipline and bonding. They all seemed to view the terms differently. "I asked whether you agreed with the concept. We'll leave the details of the actual terms for the moment. I think you all must have agreed to the idea in the first place otherwise you wouldn't be here." The group was again generally in favour.

"Now we come to the discipline problem. Is there anyone who still believes that Derek was right in thrashing the twins as severely and he did?" Jeff, Ron and one other guard put their hands up. "So," the chief went on, "Most of you agree on the need for discipline, corporal discipline, but not to the extent we saw last night." For another half-hour, Tom led them through a series of arguments, counter arguments and votes until they agreed to limit the punishments to those given by the medium tawse already in use. The cane and penal tawse would be reserved for serious offences and its use supervised by at least two senior members of staff. They decided to leave the Sunday tawsing in place but after next week to use a lighter tawse and reduce the number of strokes to four for an experimental period.

"I think most of you believe that Derek should not be allowed to get away scot-free. He completely lost control and had he not been stopped could have killed those two kids. If that happened, there would certainly have been an inquiry especially as that boy seems to have been put here by the very top brass and they are probably keeping a close eye on him. Most of you have seen the state the twins are in now and it will take them a long while to recover. Right Pauline?" Pauline gave her assessment of their injuries but couldn't hope to say what their mental problems might be. "I suggest we need to make an example of him, just like he does to the youngsters," Tom went on.

The arguments raged for a while before Tom again called a halt. "Enough! Having heard what you have all said, I am going to propose that Derek is brought into the gym after lunch, stripped and given six strokes of the No. 3 cane. This I know is more that some of you wanted, and less than others. It is what he would have given that undersized boy. The punishment to be given in front of all who are not on duty but not in front of the inmates. That is my proposal, will anyone second it?" Sarah did. It was carried by a good majority. "Three o'clock in the gym then. Those who would like to perform the caning leave their names with me. I'll pull one out of the hat at the last minute when Derek is set up. Pete, can you arrange for a vaulting horse or box for our use please." The coach agreed.

"You've got to be joking Tom! I'll be the laughing stock of the whole prison." Derek protested when Tom informed him of the conditions for his stay.

"Derek, that boy would be dead if Pauline hadn't been so prompt and had the right equipment to hand. Then you could have been facing a murder charge. A murder witnessed by many people. It's only the fact that we quite like it here and want to safeguard our jobs that you're not being hauled in front of an inquiry. You'll have a bloody sore arse for a few days but you'll have your job too although your powers will be somewhat curtailed. Maybe you can apologise and say you had a little too much to drink."

"But I didn't drink." Derek again protested.

"You were drunk with power." The discussion went on for half an hour until Tom stood up and left the cell. "You have until three o'clock to come up with an apology and a story."

"I do really need to pee, Deb and I don't want to wet the bed again."

Reluctantly Debra got the urinal jar and placed Denny's cock in it. "I suppose this is all part of our education," she quipped, "Learning to hold a piss pot for a boy. Some education." She smiled ruefully as she grabbed a tissue and wiped his cock. A pang of jealousy went through Jan but she kept quiet. Last night's morphine had worn off and the painkillers the nurse gave her were not as effective but she was told that morphine could become addictive so she wouldn't get any more unless the pain got worse.

"I'd better go too, Deb. You need a complete education in piss collecting," Jan said and was surprised when Debra spent a little more time than necessary in getting the bottle in position and wiping her thoroughly afterwards.

Only ten of the class attended Ros' lesson that morning. She allowed them two at a time to visit the twins and let Debra sit with the front of her shift open so the material didn't rub her inflamed tits and gave her permission to sit as far from Quack as possible. There was speculation amongst the class as to what had happened to the headmaster but none of them knew or could find out from the screws. When he didn't appear for lunch and the atmosphere in the dining hall was extremely quiet, they guessed something was afoot but no one would say anything. "He will be out of circulation for a day or two," was the most they gleaned.

"No gym exercises this afternoon," coach informed them, "Track suits on straightaway, you're going up top." Debra pleaded to be allowed to stay because she didn't wish to put the rough fabric of the top on her breasts.

"They're still very sore," she whined but coach just told her they would be sorer still if she didn't get a move on.

"Patti!" Tom announced opening the paper he'd drawn from the box. All the off-duty staff now assembled in the gym, stood watching as Patti picked up the cane. With some apprehension she stood by the naked headmaster draped over the vaulting horse, his hands and ankles tied securely to the legs. At the moment he was silent but he'd resisted strongly when brought from his cell and forcibly undressed before everyone. The sight of that terrible cane on a nearby table momentarily panicked him and he tried to escape but escape was impossible in this place especially when surrounded by so many officers and staff.

"They're here just to see me humiliated," he told himself and resolved to try and show some dignity. Dignity he didn't feel. At the sight of that cane, the long, thick punishment No. 3 cane, his resolve vanished. Like many others in positions of power, he was very brave when dishing out punishment but quite the coward when receiving it. He knew it would cause extreme pain and now he was going to feel that pain for himself.

Patti swung the cane through the air to get the feel of it. It was heavier than she expected but she was a powerful girl. She'd never used a cane before but had watched as Derek wielded one on Ros' arse. Her mind recalled the sight of Jan's arse when she was caned the first time and the indelible picture of Denny unconscious and in fact more or less dead as she helped carry him to the hospital with his arse bleeding. "For them, I must use it well," she muttered.

Apart from a little whimpering from Derek, the gym was silent. Taking her stance to the left of the headmaster she swung the rattan swiftly and hard. It brought a deafening scream from Derek. To his utter embarrassment he pissed on to the floor. He was no better than little Denny. A few giggles came to his ears. Derek yelled and swore. "You get extra for swearing young man," Patti told him in a voice that tried to mimic his. She brought the cane down again and elicited further howls and screams. "Perhaps at this point we should get someone to rape his arsehole," Patti suggested, "Anyone care to offer?" Although several of the guards were known to be gay, no one stepped forward.

Not wishing to cross the welts, Patti laid the next two a little lower. Now his arse was decorated with three widely spaced stripes and one that almost touched one of the others. Patti's aim was not that of a professional. Derek wished he could pass out like the boy but his pain threshold was much higher and although he felt sick, he was not going to faint. On hearing the swish of the fifth stroke, Derek moved slightly and the tip of the cane did indeed cross one of the other welts and brought a trickle of blood. Pausing, Patti asked Pauline, "Do you wish to wipe that away. I'm trying not to cut him but he moved." Pauline did.

"One more," Patti announced and then again mimicking Derek, "I think we'll have to make that a really hard one."

"No, no more you bitch! Please no more Patti, no more. You've cut me up enough already." Derek was going frantic with the pain. No dignity now, the cane had reduced him to a grovelling wretch.

"One more," Patti repeated, "And then perhaps the staff can decide how many extras you get for all this swearing you've been doing. You would have awarded extras wouldn't you Derek?" she taunted.

"NO!" Derek yelled and moved violently. Patti's last stroke badly crossed an earlier one and opened up a wound some two inches long and blood flowed freely.

"Enough," Pauline said and Patti agreed. The cuts were not deep or as long as Denny's but they would need treating. Tom and Patti supported him on his walk to the hospital. Derek felt the excruciating pain as his buttock muscles moved and he began to realise just what his victims had gone through. Naked he hobbled to the hospital room and lay on a bed. Quickly screens were put round him but not before Jan and Denny had a good look at the stripes on his bum.

Derek winced and groaned as Pauline methodically cleaned and dressed the cuts. "They're not too bad, Derek. Only the skin is broken and the bleeding has stopped. They should heal quickly. You'll be able to sit on them in a couple of days if you're careful," Pauline informed him. She gave him a couple of painkillers and a sleeping pill before ushering the others from the room.

Jan slid across on to Denny's bed and they whispered about what they saw and heard. Pauline came as saw them. Jan, you just be careful," she admonished, "Denny's in no fit state to move and I don't want his cuts to break open again. He'll probably be scarred as it is. Hold each other still if you like but no fucking. Understand?"

Jan nodded. "What happened to the head Miss?" she whispered.

"None of your business Jan but lets just say we evened up the score a little," Pauline whispered back, "And be quiet. Don't want him to wake up too soon."

The class returned from 'up top' wet and cold. A strong wind and summer rain quickly soaked their clothing and seemed to chill them to the bone. Even the guards were soaked and radioed to return as soon as possible. Passing through the gym the group noticed the vaulting horse with the restraining straps still in place and the cleaner arriving with a mop and bucket to clean up the piss. "God, I hope they didn't give Denny and Jan another thrashing," Maureen muttered. The guards quickly herded them into the showers and went in with them. Kathy moved under the same showerhead as John, one of the nicer guards, and rubbed herself against him until he had an erection. "Did they thrash Denny again?" she asked.

"I'll want more than a little rub before I answer that, Kathy."

Taking the hint Kathy knelt, took his cock in her mouth and proceeded to give him a very public blowjob. "How about one of you ladies doing the same for me?" laughed George, the other amenable guard. "What about you tender tits? You didn't get yourself laid last night."

Shelly gave Debra a push, "Go on Deb. You haven't serviced anyone yet. Relax and live a little." The others joined in until Debra, still protesting, found herself kneeling at George's feet with her face level with his groin.

"Go on, suck it. It doesn't bite." George smiled and her and added, "And you had better not either."

"What the hell," thought Debra, "It's clean and bigger than bloody Quack's." It wasn't long before first John and then George shot their loads. Maureen swallowed but Deb spat hers out.

When they'd turned the water off and started to dry each other, John spoke. "Okay boys and girls, this is what was supposed to happen. As you know, we were up top with you so we didn't see it either but I guess we'll watch the CCTV footage later. You already know that Derek, the headmaster, damn near killed Denny and seriously hurt Jan last night. Only the nurse saved Denny because his heart stopped but she was able to get it going again. You all saw the extent of their thrashings this morning so I don't need to tell you about them. The staff decided he went too far and that he should have a dose of his own medicine. That's why you had to go up top this afternoon. I don't know any more than that at the moment but you may also be glad to know that for the Sunday tawsings you will be given a lighter tawse."

"That's not fair," Debra protested, "I wanted to get my own back on that sod Quack." Some of the other girls murmured their agreement.

"They're a sadistic lot aren't they John?" George grinned. He always seemed to smile. "You don't have to worry ladies, the lighter tawse will be issued to the boys when next it is their turn. You'll be able to whack them with the same one as they used on you and do it as hard or as lightly as you please. No doubt Ros will tell you more in class tomorrow."

"George?" Deb spoke quietly, "It's likely that I will be the only one in the girl's dorm tonight and I was a bit scary on my own there last night. Couldn't you arrange to visit me?"

"No tender tits. We're not allowed there either but I'm off duty at the end of this shift till eight in the morning, so I can arrange for you to spend the night in my bunk. You may have to put up with John snoring but that isn't too scary." The answer was greeted with catcalls from the group until John calmed them a little and took them to their dorms. Debra though, just thought of it as a way of humiliating Quack.