Chapter 9 – Punishment and discipline
Jean and Sergio looked apprehensive as Kristofer departed and Hans wasted no time in attending to them. Sergio was summoned to the machine and bound in a vertical position so that his buttocks might be somewhat more relaxed for his chastisement. Sergio's midriff and wrists were secured but his legs were only loosely fastened to give him room to squirm and wriggle should he need so to do. This was not an uncommon practice for Hans (and I) liked to see the pronounced twin globes jiggle as instrument met flesh and it also served the purpose of lessening the damage caused by having as much flesh covering the sinews as possible.
Hans took up a cane and moved beside the tense prisoner and drew his arm well back in an arc that was almost parallel to the floor and then whipped forward to deliver a resounding 'crack' across both plump nether cheeks. Sergio made not a sound as his flesh absorbed the blow. In a regular cadence, Hans striped the attractive cheeks with full force and by the sixth stroke Sergio was jumping and yelping a little as the nerve ends in his buttocks became more and more agitated.
Hans delivered the full twelve strokes with practiced efficiency and accuracy and Sergio was letting out a slight yelp at each of the final strokes.
The caning finished, Hans allowed Sergio a minute or two to collect himself and then picked up the whip. Sergio's eyes were drawn as if by some magnet to the evil implement and watched over his shoulder as Hans drew it back and slashed it across the already tender buttocks. Sergio bucked forward as if to escape the pain and let out a cry as the pain in his backside was rekindled.
The whip Hans selected was not designed to mark or to cut the flesh but the multiple strands stung terribly with each blow, effectively aggravating already burning nerve ends and seeking out as yet undamaged ones to set alight. Deceptively light, the whip was astonishingly painful. Apart from turning a brighter shade of red, Sergio's backside no damage from the persistent flogging by the whip but his ever-increasing cries was sound testament to the effectiveness of the chastisement. Time and again, Sergio cried out his pain and danced as much as his bonds would allow trying to ease the ever-increasing pain. His red buttocks jiggled in rhythm with his contortions and from my vantage point to the side I could see his genitals describe an obscene dance in response to his exertions. The sight was quite erotic but for Sergio it was an experience in pain that he would never forget.
When Hans had delivered the twentieth lash of the whip he untied the sobbing lad and secured Sergio's hands behind his back so that he could not play with his clearly aroused organ and would have to suffer the frustration of not being able to seek comfort from _s_e_x_ual relief which was not uncommon amongst prisoners generally.
At Hans' request, I escorted Sergio to his room and fastened him with a tether that would allow him to use the bathroom but not be able to indulge himself _s_e_x_ually. He would have to contemplate his punishment throughout the night and hope for release in the morning. I had little sympathy for the lad as I secured him for the night and was quietly pleased that he was both hurting from his punishment and clearly _s_e_x_ually aroused.
By the time I returned to the punishment room, Hans had already commenced Jean's chastisement.
Jean's punishment took a similarly slow and measured pace but Hans appeared to lay the cane and whip on with greater force than with Sergio, in recognition of Jean's greater responsibility within the household. As a consequence, the stripes that arose on Jean's buttocks appeared more raised and the torment from the whip seemed more fearsome and Jean cried out with greater vigour than had Sergio.
By the time Jean's punishment had been completed he was dancing in pain and clearly resented Hans immediate restraining of the young man's hands so that he could not seek any gratification from the arousal he was displaying. Hans took him to his room and secured him in much the same manner as I had secured Sergio.
Klaus and his charges took their leave shortly after the lengthy punishment session and Hans and I went and showered and then joined Kristofer who was waiting in our bed. Sore from his punishment, Kristofer was nonetheless considerably more receptive to our ministrations than he had been on the previous occasion and, all-in-all, we three had an enjoyable and satisfying encounter, one that considerably eased my own discomfort.
The following day, Hans and I released Jean and Sergio with dire warnings of the consequences of a repeat of their teasing of young Kristofer and then left them to go about their work. Hans and I spent a quiet day enjoying our surroundings and each other's company. I slowly started to notice the discomfort from my ill treatment by Klaus ease but my mind kept wandering to the future and the punishment that would be exacted by my superior for my indiscretion.
The working week saw me considerably recovered although increasingly on edge given the prospect of the Summons that had to be answered. As soon as we reached our office, I called our Regional Director and asked at what time I should be called to answer the Summons I had received. He sounded quite pleasant and accommodating and set a time in the afternoon. In the meantime, at Hans' suggestion, I had our Russian prisoner, Boris Chemyenko, brought to the interview room.
When the 22 year old arrived he was not the compliant young man whom I had last seen on his knees servicing Han's erection. Rather, he was defiant and sure of himself. I had him strip and then went through his file. There was not much to say to the man since he knew already that he was going to prison for a considerable time and would receive a very severe sentence involving the cane and the strap. I had little time for preliminaries and had him taken to court at the first opportunity.
In court Chemyenko did not advance his cause at all by presenting a surly attitude to the judge who proceeded to impose the maximum sentence possible. Chemyenko was going to prison for fifteen years and was going to be flogged severely. Although I would be otherwise engaged when the Russian received the first part of his punishment, I fully intended to go to the prison to see future instalments and was relishing the thought.
Hans and I had lunch together and discussed some of the newly-arrived prisoners, both of us trying to avoid the subject of my Summons. By the time I arrived at the Hearing Room my nerves were on edge for internal investigations could have disastrous outcomes.
When I was shown into the Room, I was seated facing three Departmental officers including my Regional Supervisor. Hans was in attendance as my joint case officer.
The questioning was straight forward and centred on whether I had interfered with the disposition of Rupert and Thierry. Apparently, another prisoner who had his eye on Rupert had made the complaint.
Everyone in the room knew precisely what I had done and why, and most certainly had done so themselves in the past. However, complaints were treated most seriously and "justice" had to be seen to be done when such a rare matter as a complaint arose.
I knew better than to deny the incident but did advise the panel that I had taken the action I did in the interests of the young prisoner and had thought that my actions were appropriate in the circumstances. My performance was as professional as I could make it but, as Hans later observed, my squirming on my inflamed and brutalised posterior did nothing but present an image of someone who was being somewhat evasive.
The panel considered the matter and then called Hans into a side room where they were considering my fate. I remained as calm as was possible under the circumstances and was sweating slightly as the panel returned. Hans did not reappear.
When the panel was seated, the presiding officer, our Regional Supervisor looked at me and pronounced the finding.
"Jamie," he said gently, "we know why you did what you did but you know as well as we do that there has to be action when a formal complaint is lodged. This is most unfortunate and this panel has decided upon a course of action that will serve the needs of the situation but will not deprive the Department of your services.
"Accordingly," he continued in a formal manner, "this panel accepts your plea of guilty and acknowledges that there was no intent other than to provide the most satisfactory outcome in the circumstances for the prisoner in question. Nonetheless, the public will require that we publish an appropriate punishment.
"This panel therefore directs that you be taken to the Divisional gymnasium in three days hence and there shall have administered, in front of all available officers in the Division, fifty strokes of the strap. In view of the circumstances, this is being published as two sets of thirty but we do not want the inconvenience caused by two sessions.
"Further, in lieu of a period of three months detention in prison where a Departmental officer is sure to be killed or maimed, you are being assigned to weekend detention with an approved custodian for a period of six months. Your fellow case officer and partner is arranging that as we speak. This matter is concluded and the punishment shall be published accordingly."
I stood as the panel members rose and left the room, somewhat dazed at the severity of the punishment. As I left the room Hans walked up to me and put his arm around my shoulder. "I'm sorry, Jamie," he said lovingly, "but there was little else they could do in the circumstances. They cannot be seen to be protecting one of their own."
"I know," I replied. "I assume my custodian is going to be Klaus?"
Yes," said Hans. "That way we can be together as much as possible and I'll make sure Klaus treats you better than he did last weekend."
"Great," I said with a touch of irony. "Just get him to take about ten centimetres off his _c_o_c_k_ and I'll be just fine."
"Well, it's better than being raped in prison," said Hans "and I'll be there as much as possible to see that Klaus does not get carried away."
I took comfort from Hans' words and was somewhat relieved that evening when Hans set out the ground rules with Klaus who came to our home to formally sign the papers confirming his acceptance of me as a weekend detainee.
"Klaus," said Hans firmly, "you are not to injure Jamie as you did last weekend. You may punish him according to the rules if he disobeys and I guess you can have him for other purposes, but you are not to cause him the sort of damage that you caused last time. Is that quite clear?"
"Of course, Hans," said Klaus as he handed me a small bag. "I am sorry I got carried away last Saturday but the excitement of something I have longed for got the better of me. I am truly sorry and, in future, shall only take Jamie for my pleasure or discipline when you are present. I hope that reassures you."
"Fine," said Hans looking at the bag I had been given. "Now what have you brought Jamie?"
"Oh, just some basic adornments for his role as a detainee," said Hans as I opened the bag and set the contents onto the table.
The bag contained a leather collar with imbedded studs which was clearly designed to illustrate my servitude, a ring for my organ that would undoubtedly keep me aroused and a leather cage that would further constrict my testicles and was designed to snap around the underside of the head of my member. The effect of the latter would be to make erections painful but almost unavoidable.
I sighed as I surveyed the items. The next six months were going to be most uncomfortable!
That night Hans soothed my still tender rear and applied ointments designed to quickly repair the skin which was due to receive the mandated strapping later in the week. I was grateful for his consideration and tenderness.
For the following days I kept myself as busy as possible in order that my impending punishment might not weigh too heavily on me. There were many cases to be reviewed but my consideration of them was largely mechanical.
At night my mind played upon the punishment that awaited me and Hans, frustrated by my tossing and turning, would wake me and take his pleasure in order that my senses might be overwhelmed and he might sleep more soundly. It was a brief and confused period of my life.
In one sense, when the appointed hour for my punishment arrived I was relieved for the waiting period was agony in itself. I arrived at the gymnasium to find it crowded with my fellow officers many of whom were grinning at my predicament and many, no doubt, thinking that it could well be they who were in my position.
Hans was with me and led me to the centre of the room where a chest high vaulting horse stood, its benign leather surface being betrayed as to its purpose by the leather straps at its sides which would be used to hold me in place.
To the delight of my fellow officers I stripped totally and gave all a good view of my body as I climbed into position and was secured by my wrists and ankles. Horizontal, my buttocks were ideally positioned for the strapping that was to come.
To my right hand side I saw one of the guards from the detention centre whom I recognised approach and in his hand was the metre long prison strap that was to be used. Stripped to the waist, his face bore a slight look of anticipation and the bulge down his trousers suggested that he was more than eager to see me.
My Supervisor, who had to attend such occasions, which were rare, announced that I was to receive fifty strokes in five sets of ten with a minute between. The crowd of my peers suddenly became silent as the guard measured his distance and then raised the strap above his shoulder and brought it crashing down onto my backside.
The pain was immediate and intense and my hips bucked in response to the fire that had been lit as someone formally announced "One!". The strap was, I knew, ten centimetres wide and its weight flattened the flesh each time it connected. I could not help reacting to the battering and as the first set of ten strokes was applied I restrained my voice but bucked and twisted as the pain intensified.
After ten strokes I was on the verge of tears and I took in great gasps of air to help calm myself in preparation for the next set. My arse burned but, in reality, no worse than that which experienced when Hans saw fit to punish me.
Tears and more bucking accompanied each of the second set of strokes and, to my consternation, my organ decided to show evidence of arousal so that it flopped all over the top of the vaulting horse as I twisted and turned in my pain.
As I lay waiting for the third set, my buttocks involuntarily clenched and unclenched as waves of pain swept over me. With my organ stiffening, I spent the precious minute provided to try and position it in the centre of my stomach for I did not want the onlookers to see my arousal. Hans apparently knew what was happening to me and came forward and secured a strap across my lower back so that I would have little room for movement. I suspect many thought that this was an act designed to make my pain more severe by not giving me room to move when, in fact, it was an act of kindness.
The third and fourth sets were delivered from opposite sides but were somewhat lighter. I knew that the guard administering the punishment was aware of my arousal and therefore sought to pull my cheeks apart and to occasionally hit the tenderest spot deep within. I swore and panted as he went about the exercise and howled when he twice hit the target with the end of the strap and after the fourth set was completed the pain brought me to the climax that had been building despite the pain.
The final set of strokes was a blur. The post orgasm lethargy that often occurred for me swept me into another world and while the strap pounded my swollen cheeks I was somewhat detached from the pain being inflicted. Soon enough my senses would return and the pain would be intolerable.
Hans waited after my punishment for the room to clear before unstrapping me and then sought out a medical orderly who administered to my bruised and swollen cheeks. We went home immediately thereafter and I had to be helped to our bed.
Being fit and healthy, my recovery from the ordeal was speedy and by the weekend Hans judged that I was sufficiently well recovered to commence my term as Klaus' prisoner. We walked to Klaus house but not before I had donned the items that Klaus had given me which caused immediate pleasure for our own prisoners. Hans immediately brought an end to their jocularity by announcing that further comments would bring them a severe caning.
Thus, looing like a slave rather than a prisoner, I was presented to Klaus.
Klaus inspected me intimately and concurred with Hans that he should treat me very gently given the state of my rear and I spent much of the time serving them with food and drink as they hatched a cunning plan to entrap our neighbourhood pest, young Nathaniel Bergman.
On the first night with Klaus I had feared that he would try to have me but he allowed Wilhelm to apply his mouth to my excited organ, freed of its leather confinement, while Klaus took his pleasure with Robert. Unlike my encounter with Klaus, the man was surprisingly gentle and considerate with his prisoner. There was none of the brutal lust that I had encountered and even though the prisoner was clearly in considerable pain as Klaus penetrated him Klaus clearly sought to minimise the pain and took his time with the young man.
Wilhelm was my reluctant partner that evening and participated under threat of punishment from Klaus. The boy was sweat and supple and I judged from the state of his faintly striped backside seemingly high spirited or rebellious. Being given the alternative of servicing my organ or a caning, the boy went about his task reluctantly but efficiently but squirmed away when I placed my hands upon his cheeks and sought out the hole within. Rather than get the boy into trouble or cause myself grief by taking too great a liberty with the boy, I said nothing of the reaction but made a mental note to seek the boy's more intimate acquaintance at a later stage.