Although I could not move, I was very comfortable.the smooth wood and leather was much more comfortable then the coarse straw! I was more helpless than I could ever remember! My face was strapped into the leather facemask, and I could see nothing. I strained to touch the floor with my feet. I waved my hands wildly, and found nothing but empty air and the hard, smooth oak of the bench I was strapped to. I was strapped so that I could move nothing at all, except for my hands and feet, which hung free in the air. Just as Ms Mindy had promised, the waist and thigh straps prevented me from moving my ass, not even an inch. I experimentally strained at the wide leather straps. I heard more footsteps and the sounds of more wood on concrete.'we'll need one more chair…there are five Ladies coming' I heard one say.Īt last I heard the Ladies' steps recede amongst their laughter, and the cell door closed and bolted. I could not have been more exposed, more helpless. My chain dangled loosely from my collar down to my ringbolt. My head was strapped down facing the end wall of the cell. I was now strapped tightly across the trestle, my ass raised high, my arms and legs spread and strapped. Then a strap went around my neck, and my head was pulled hard down to the trestle. The mask had holes for my mouth and nose, but none for my eyes. She took her strap from my mouth, then pushed my face into a leather mask, and fastened straps around my head. She's very particular about accurate placement of strokes" she said kindly “Its for your own good really”. She insists on straps at the waist and the thighs. Ms Grange likes her prisoners' asses tightly strapped down. The straps will ensure you can't move your ass when you feel the cane. Ms Mindy saw me tightening my buttock muscles. I could tighten my ass muscles, but not move at all. I could not move my ass at all, I realized. My buttocks were stretched over the bench, held securely by the waist and thigh straps. Then, she tightened both my thigh straps another notch. 'Breath out, boy!' She pulled the waist strap fully tight, and buckled it securely. Ms Mindy passed a wide, heavy strap around my waist. “Hold that! Don’t you dare drop it! And if I see any teethmarks on it, when I take it out, you’ll be very, very sorry!” Then straps were tightened around my lower thighs, then around my wrists, then my upper arms. I felt straps being cinched tight around each ankle. I felt my ankles lifted off the floor, and spread apart. 'Relax your legs.let me move your ankles, prisoner' I let myself slowly down, and felt a leather-padded wooden beam under my stomach. 'Let yourself down, slowly.down on to the trestle, prisoner' I felt a wooden trestle slid under my upraised stomach. I obediently got off my knees and straightened my legs, so my ass raised up as high as I could go. ‘Now.lift up your ass, prisoner, Get it right up, as high as you can’ Ms Mindy ordered. 'No, Ms Grange likes to hear them yell, when they feel the cane. As long as I was on my chain, obedience was my only possible defense against the strap! If only I could get off this chain!!! ‘Please don't give me the strap again !!!! I had done nothing to deserve it! The sadistic bitches!!!!’īut I was at their mercy. "His ass is looks so sore already.the cane is going to make him yell, for sure! Is he going to be gagged?" 'Yes, very well trained' said one the unknown voice. 'Do you need more of the strap, prisoner?' called Ms Mindy. You have him well trained, Mindy' I heard a female voice say cheerfully. 'That ass looks very sore! And he's keeping position well. My ass was still red hot from the strapping I had got thirty minutes before. The last thing I wanted was another strapping. It sounded like they were dragging a heavy wooden object, I heard the scraping of wood on concrete. With my nose pressed to the wall, I heard Ms Mindy's steps and two other sets of footsteps enter my cell. Shortly after my feeding time, my cell door opened. And if I made no error, she still strapped me! She kept my ass red and sore, all week. She strapped me hard for the slightest error. Ms Mindy was extremely strict with me all that week. Any resistance would have just got me another strapping or caning. Ms Susan was ready to help Ms Mindy, if it became necessary. Ms Susan stood back, just behind the yellow line, with her strap at the ready, whilst Ms Mindy attended to me. So Ms Grange assigned two guards for the final few weeks before a caning. Prisoners awaiting caning were especially desperate and frantic to escape, and would sometimes try to scratch or kick their guards, especially as the punishment day drew near. I was assigned two Lady Guards all that week, both Ms Mindy and Ms Susan. I had spent the week quietly in my cell, being as obedient as I possibly could.
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