Frank remembered all too well his last
year in highschool some months back before he joined the gang of
unemployed youths. He remembered those sudden and most embarresing
stiffenings in his pants just looking at Janita Barnes, this 18-year
old beauty who unfortunally was sitting well back in the classroom
preventing him from enjoying himself by watching her during the
classes. But this fact had never prevented him from daydreaming about
Janita. Frank Wilson was not the only one who had noticed this girl.
Most of the young men in the class could not take their eyes away when
Janita Barnes entered the classroom usually dressed in her tight
fitting jeans and fashionable, teasingly revealing top that could be
called a blouse. Janita was quite a tall, firmly made girl, her
lightbrown hair worn straight and lank to the level of her collar and
cut in a level fringe on her forehead.
Now, three months later, Janita had let her hair fall softly down over
her shoulders, which made her outer appearance more mature but
nevertheless less sexy. Frank could remember her strong, fair-skinned
features and blue-green eyes of lazy malevolence. Firm young breasts
and a straight back. Her belly was quite flat, her pubic mound showing
that gentle swell beneath that tight fitting denim. Her thighs were
taut and lightly muscled from her weekly aerobic and fitness
excercises. Her bottom was certainly quite big-cheeked but without any
surplus fat, not to mention that teasingly overdone swaying of her hips
when she walked.
All these schooday memories was running through Frank's mind while he
wiped off some drops of sweat from his forehead. The street-gang he had
joined did finance their existence by robberies, armed assaults and
numerous other unlegal, criminal activities, spreading fear and
disguist among the citizens of the city. As a new member of the gang
Frank had to prove himself worthy of their trust by performing a
robbery singlehanded. His initial effort to rob a grocery store had
turned out to be the biggest mistake he had ever done in his young
life. First, the owner of the store had tried to prevent his doings by
reaching for his gun - which went off during the struggle, injuring the
owner in his right thigh. Secondly, the nearby police patrol heard the
shot of the gun and Frank found himself suddenly facing two automatic
guns of two policemen.
The cell was quite small and the summer heat zipped in through the
small, barred window near the ceiling. Frank became more and more
restless as the time passed - from the sun he could only determine that
it was late afternoon - they had even taken his watch away when he
arrived. This was his second day as a prisoner of the Correctional
Prison for Young Males, and later tonight, precicely at six o'clock to
be exact, Frank was to experience his first corporal punishment: 30
lashes with the whip - the standard initiation punishment for every new
inmate. This initial punishment was intended to discourage any attempt
of revolt or breaking the strict rules of the correctional
establishment. Even if Frank had never been whipped and feared the
forth-coming painful experience, it was not the the punishment itself
that made him feel uneasy, it was the way it was to be done. The fact
that a young, rather beautiful woman guard was in charge of this youth
section of the Correctional Prison had been quite a humiliating
surprise for him, but what really had given Frank butterflies in his
stomach – and even below his stomach - happened some hours ago, when
the iron door to his cell was unlatched by the security male guard and
the wardress, Miss Beringer, entered the cell followed by the girl he
knew all too well, Janita Barnes! It was such a total surprise and
everything happened so quickly that Frank did not utter a word, he just
stood up and faced the guards and Janita with a foolish expression on
his face.
"Frank Wilson, your initial whipping, 30 lashes, will be given to you
tonight at six o'clock. And for your information, Miss Barnes here, who
is one of our new wardress trainees, will also attend your punishment
for educational reasons. I, however, will give you the lashes", Miss
Beringer said.
"..I know this boy,... he was in my class at highschool!" Janita said,
and cold shivers run through Frank's spine just hearing her voice.
".. Well, you have naturally the option to choose not to be present
during the punishment, Miss Barnes, that is, if you have some personal
or other logical reason to skip this part, it is up to you. You have a
choice, Frank Wilson here has naturally none", the wardess said with a
sarcastic smile on her lips.
"No, of course I will be present..", Janita said.
"Very well then", the wardess said and turned to leave the cell. On her
way out Frank could hear her say to Janita: "You know, during the
initial whipping he will be restrained totally nude and forced to show
you everyhing he's got..."
Then the iron door closed and Frank was left standing there whilst his
pale face slowly turned pink and then to a shade of crimson.
* * * * *
The rapidly growing crime rate in the big cities, mainly caused by
unemployment and lack of dicipline among the young generation, had made
the officials and politicians reconsider the nessessity of stronger
measures dealing with the problem. Thus it had been easy to pass new,
local laws reintroducing corporal punishments into those special
correctional institutions established for the purpose of dealing with
these young convicts. The fact that many of the Juvenile youth prisons
were run by female governesses who also employed and trained young
female guards for the raising future needs was not considered to be a
major problem. However, strong debates were held regarding the law also
allowing younger male guards into similar institutions for young women.
Some of the reported incidents had been quite disturbing, but because
all present or former inmates and prisoners released from these
correctional institutions were denied their rights to official, legal
protests, the matters and incidents were never considered too harmful
and were not given any further attension. Thus, the prisoners in the
youth wing of the Correctional Prison for young Males were totally left
to the mercy of the Prison Governess and the whims of the guards.
Frank Wilson had never before given any thought about the actual
conditions in a correctional youth prison. He had always thought that
all guards were naturally males. Now when he suddenly faced the
reality, to his thoughts was in a turmoil state of mind and he felt
most surprised. This was totally beyond his comprehension.
Ever since his early puberty age he had been quite a shy boy when it
came to girls in general, and despite the false front he was putting up
among his fellows to be some kind of a carefree playboy, he had never
had the courage to take a girlfriend as far as to the bedroom. His
practical sexual experiences at his present age of 19 was limited to
some harmless kissing only and to some boyish and inmature efforts of
fondling his girlsfriends charms. Despite his shyness Frank had those
strong, youthful and natural sexual urges that he controlled mainly by
masturbating frequently in various places imagening having different
sex-fantasy partners. During the past two years of his life his
favorite fantasy partner had almost exclusively been the young beauty
from his class, the sexy and appetiting Janita Barnes, ...and countless
were those times he had smeared the sheets of his bed imaging her there
with her sparkling, green-blue eyes, her full, red lips, her even white
teeth and her graciously rounded body in front of his eyes...
Franks heart was beating fast and his face kept on blushing as he over
and over again realised his present position...trapped like an animal
in this small cell and awaiting a destiny that to his mind was
humiliating and degrading beyond belief. And there was no chance to
escape. Once again he wondered what the time was as the sun started to
set, and once again his thoughts returned to Janita with the same
effect as always, the feeling of his stiffening penis in his pants.
Frank did not dare to masturbate the way he had usually done becase his
doings could be detected from the small peep hole in the iron door. And
he remembered all too well the rules set before him upon his arrival to
the prison: No masturbation.
The time seemed to be dragging on and Frank's restlessness kept on
growing minute by minute. All his sences and nerves had never been so
alert. He reacted immidiately to every single sound that could be heard
through the iron door. When the door finally was unlatched and opened
he paniced.
"Oh no, young man, you are not going anywhere!" said one of the sturdy
male guards that had came to fetch him, holding him firmly in a brutal
iron grip while the second guard cuffed his wrists as well as his
ankles into steel manacles. Then they litterally dragged him out of the
cell and along the corridor while Frank tried to jump between them to
ease the biting pain of the manacles. At the and of the long corridor
there was several iron doors, each marked with a number. Frank stared
in despair as the door number three was opened and he was dragged
inside.
The square room had no furniture, just a chair and a sturdy wooden base
with an upright stock holding two horizontal planks, one just above the
base and the second knee high - a kind of a curious, wooden
contriviance clearly used to restrain a deliquent. A rack for the whips
and paddles was bolted to one of the chalk whited wall. Frank was
dragged towards the stool by the guards.
"Now, Wilson, we are taking off the irons if you agree to strip
yourself. The stool is for your clothes. How about it?"
Frank stared in desperation at the two strongly built men, realising
that whatever he decided he would be stripped of his clothes.
"..I do it myself..", he said mumbling, having some ,difficulty having
the words out.
"Allright then..."
Franks fingers were shaking when he removed his clothes and placed them
on the chair as ordered. He hesitated for a moment as he finally stood
there in the chilly room covered only by his underpants, but the stern
expressions in the faces of the two guards was enough to make him
remove that last garment until he stood nude in front of them, covering
his young male organ with his hands. Frank felt completely defeated and
most shamed having to stand there naked.
"You will be restrained for the whipping... this is your initial
whipping if I am correctly informed, so come over here! Now!" said one
of the guards who was standing beside the wooden platform in the middle
of the room.
With his heart jumping in his chest Frank had no other option than to
obey. He was placed with his legs pressing against the horizontal
planks whilst his wrists were tied in front of him with a rope hanging
from an iron ring in the ceiling just above the wooden base. After his
arms were raised to the level of his face by the pull of the rope there
was no chance for him to cover himself any more, and the boyish shame
and degradation he felt made him blush once more.
"Spread your legs wide open!"
Frank swalloved as he tried to obey.
"I said spread'em! All the way to the hollowed semicircles at the end
of the upper plank, you idiot! Not against it...the plank is to be
fitted in between your legs! That will hold your thighs well parted at
all times.. NOW.. obey!!
Frank had to lower his body in order to open his legs and knees parted
into that widely straddling, grotesk position which forced him to
display his young cock and balls in a most crude and shameless manner.
Standing like that, the guards tied his ankles to the lower plank.
"Well then, we'll better report that Wilson is ready", the guard said.
They left the room immidiately and left Frank standing there stark
naked, well spread and most shamefully exposed, his mind in a state of
chock.
* * * * *
When Frank had recovered from the first immidiate shock the guards had
caused him by their harsh actions without any consideration of his
young modesty and intimacy, he had been trying to free himself from the
ropes that held his wrists tied to the ring in the ceiling. The only
result from this was that his wrists now felt sore by the harsh rope
that was cutting into his skin. Even if he was quite strongly built for
a boy of 19 and had a muscular, well fit body, he soon realised that
his efforts were useless. He had also tried to writhe his lower body
away from the wooden piece that forced his muscular thighs well apart,
revealing so fully and shamelessly his young but wellsized penis and
balls dangling freely down between his legs. But all his efforts were
futile. Finally he tried to resume a more comfortable position while he
with resignation looked down at the emty floor in front of him.
Janita!..Once again the thoughts struck his mind, and he could feel the
immidiate respond in his penis as it started to raise upwards and grow,
realizing that there was no way he could hide or cover his violent and
most degrading erection in his restrained position, and a new strange
feeling of pure humiliation mixed with a sensational but unexplainable
sexual feeling made his ears burn and his face turn reddish once more.
The sound of the door opening made his heart jump and his young,
muscular body strain against the ropes at the sound of female high
heels approaching.
"Well, I see that Frank Wilson is ready for a good one across his ass!"
he heard Miss Beringer say, and from a corner of his eye he also saw
Janita Barnes enter the room, walking right towards of him with that
same graceful movements that were branded deep into his brain from the
days in school. Their eyes met for a split second and Frank could see
an almost invisible smile on her beautiful, young face which now
reflected a sign superiority and power. As he looked up again he could
see Janitas green-blue eyes wandering downwards along his naked body
and focus on his erecting penis, the effect was totally beyond Frank's
control. His freely hanging and well exposed young male organ started
to react with violent jerking movements, continuing to swell into its
full hardness until it almost pointed upwards towards the ceiling, the
foreskin drawn well back, the knob shining pink and vulnerbly exposed
right in front of Janitas eyes.
With cold shivers running up and down along his spine, Frank tried to
hide his shame and crimson face between his raised arms as he tried to
avoid direct eye contact with Janita who was standing there with a
gradually widening smile in her face.
”Shame on you, Frank,...making such an exhibit of yourself!" Janita
said, still eyeing his erecting penis and the muscles straining along
his inner thighs as he once more in a frenzy desperation tried to close
his widely straddling legs and at least set a partial stop to this
terrible humiliation. But the only thing he accomplished was some
additional jerkings of his stiffened organ and a further widening of
the smile on Janitas lips.
"I told you he will show you everything, Janita, and he really seems to
be exhibiting himself rather well, don't you think?" Miss Beringer said
as she was selecting the instrument of punishment from the rack on the
wall, a three-thonged leather whip that was a really stinger and well
suited to set the ass on fire of any young man. And Frank's bared ass
was truly well presented for the forthcoming initial punishment. O
"Yes..I.. never thought I would see Frank Wilson naked.. He was such a
goodlooking boy already in school but I think he was a little shy... at
least that was the opinion amongst us girls.. nice, muscular thighs
too..." Janita said, clearly exited aboutthe situation.
"You can touch him if you like.." Miss Beringer said, standing beside
the wall with an amused smile on her face. Frank swallowed as he from a
corner of his eye could see Janita walk slowly around the platform
where he stood so helplessly and vunerably displayed in the whipping
stocks, trembling with all his sences alert and his penis stiffened
almost to the bursting point.
"Nice ass too..." Janita said, now standing behind him as he tried to
keep his white, bared buttocks firmly closed by some violent clenching
his muscles. With a smile mixed with a slight blushing raising also on
her face, Janita was reflectively biting her lower lip in a manner she
ususally did when she got sexually exited. Then, after a short
hesitation and a second look towards Miss Beringer, she stepped up on
the platform behind Frank and placed her hand against the warm, bare
skin of his left buttock. A curious trembling chock run throughout his
entire body and raising goose-skin all over his white flesh.
"Hhhhh..!" Frank panted in a state of uncontrollable frenzy, feeling
Janitas fingers moving along his intimate, bared flesh. When her
fondling fingers moved downwards and arond him to the front, he could
feel her red nails teasingly run across the trembling inner side of his
upper thigh, a half hysterical laughter escaped his lips whilst his
penis once again started to react in jerking movements striving upwards
and stiffen to the ultimate size he had never experienced before.
Frank was breathing heavily and knew that within seconds he would
explode and shoot his manly seed towards the ceiling if Janita did not
stop what she was doing, even if she did not touch his stiffened organ.
As his thighs started to tremble and his panting turned into some
short, hysterical laughs, Miss Beringer could see the signs.
"Janita, I think that is enough, for now..", she said, because she
found it much more amusing and visually rewarding to whip a naked,
young man in his state of degrading erection with his member stiffened
and swaying around during the flogging.
Janita looked back and nodded, whereafter she resumed her position
standing in front of the boy. She could see that he was crimson in his
face and then she suddenly realised that her ears were burning too.
Then she realised that the moisture between her legs was rapidly
increasing, but she did not mind that too much because it felt rather
good to be true.
"Frank Wilson, you will now receive your initial whipping, 30 lashes
across your ass!" Miss Beringer said when she took her position at the
left side of the platform and running the thongs of the whip once more
through her fingers whilst focusing her eyes on the trembling flesh of
Frank's naked buttocks.
..ZZZAPPPP!!..., the whipped cracked down across the white flesh and
raised immidiately visible pink welts that started to swell.
A chock run through Franks body and when the pain reached his brain he
started to shake, straining his body against the ropes that held him.
"HHHHhhhhhh....!" he moaned. Until now his mind had been so completely
over-dwelt with the shame and sexual humiliation he had gone through,
that he had not had a chance to reflect about the fact that he was
about to be whipped. And Frank had never been whipped before.
The pain was far more severe that he had ever imagined and the stinging
bite of the thongs, well placed across his white ass, made him panic.
Loosing all his sences regarding time and space when the pain waves
rolled through his brain, he throwed his youthful, strong body in all
directions possible as a reflection for trying to escape the next,
stinging lash.
Miss Beringer had been right regarding the visual effects a young man
can provide when he is restrained naked in a straddling position and
whipped. And Janita had never realised what a show she had been allowed
to witness, and with her heart pulsating fast she did not realise that
she was biting her lower lip real hard. She had never seen a boy
swaying his erecting penis around in the air the way Frank did after
the first lash - in fact, Janita Barnes had never before seen a naked
young man standing in front of her and even less seen a boy beeing
whipped.
...ZZZAPPP!"...
..HHHHHH..HHH....oohhhhh.!!"
Franks movements became even more violent after this second lash as one
of the thongs had curved around the sensitive area of his inner thigh.
"Wilson! How do you expect me to do a proper job when you dance around
like that!!? Janita, please hold him!" MissBeringer said.
Janita looked at the wardress with questionmarks in her 1eyes, not
knowing exactly what was expected of her.
"I need his ass to be held in position so that I can aim properly, so
you take a firm grip of him in front and don't let go of him even if he
tries to writhe away during the flogging.."
" In front..?"
" Yes, Janita, you hold him firmly by his penis"...
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