– “Morning, love, let’s get ready for the count.” Madison stretched on the bed after kissing Diana softly on her plump lips.
Both Madison and Lizzie got out of bed and went to the small sink in the cell. Lizzie slapped Madison’s ass playfully and they both splashed some cold water on their faces. They invited Diana to the sink as well, and she followed them, almost instantly waking up when the cold water hit her soft skin.
– “Come on, rise and shine, bitch, and go make your bed.” Said Lizzie smiling devilishly at Diana while starting to make her own bed. Diana started to make the bed in which she slept with Madison promptly while Madison started stretching and pacing inside the cell. After a few minutes, the cell doors opened.
– “Come babe, let’s get ready for the count.” said Madison as she grabbed Diana’s hand and guided her in front of the cell.
A guard entered the hallway holding a clipboard and stopped in front of every cell checking out the inmates and looking at the clipboard. At some cells she stopped a bit longer, and then instructed one or more inmates to follow her, forming a line behind her.
– “What’s she doing, where is she taking those inmates?” Diana whispered.
– “No ideas, love, never happened before, who knows?” answered Madison.
The guard arrived in front of Diana’s cell and scanned Madison and Lizzie. She then looked Diana straight in the eyes and then looked down on the clipboard.
– “You must be Rose, right?”
– “Yes…yes ma’am”
– “Okay inmate, move to the back of the line and follow me!”
– “Wait, where…where are we going?”
– “Back of the line, inmate, move it!”
Diana moved to the back of the line looking lost at Madison, who she could see she was looking concerned and scared at Diana. She followed the guard as she proceeded with the count, periodically looking back at Madison. She tapped the inmate in front of her gently on the shoulder and asked.
– “Heya, sorry, uhm, do you know where she is taking us?”
– “Bitch, shut the fuck up, I don’t know, we’ll see, and if you get me in trouble for speaking, I’ll kill your sorry ass, okay?” the inmate answered angered.
– “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to anger you.” Diana replied scared.
When the guards finished the count, she went to the end of the hallway, followed by the line of six inmates. The hallway door opened and they arrived at a large staircase and they went downstairs to what seemed like a cold and moist basement. Diana could feel the cold covering her skin, almost making her forget about the itchiness caused by the rough fabric of the jumpsuit. They walked down a hallway, and arrived in front of a row of metal doors. The guard opened the first door, grabbing the first inmate in the line and guiding her inside, closing and locking the door afterwards. When she arrived at Diana, she grabbed her arm, and pushed Diana inside.
In the room, a guard was standing at a small table smoking a cigarette. She had perfectly plucked thick eyebrows and full lips, long golden earrings and a small tattoo on her neck. Her brown hair went down to her waist and her skin was like chocolate. She had a long tattoo sleeve on her right arm and her makeup was on point. She looked at Diana for almost a minute while she was finishing her cigarette as Diana was standing there looking down, and looking around the room from time to time clueless of what’s happening to her. The guard put out her cigarette and tapped her long white nails on the table.
– “On your knees, inmate!” the guard ordered.
– “S…Sorry?” Diana asked baffled.
– “I said, ON YOUR KNEES, INMATE!” the guard yelled as Diana’s pupils dilated.
Diana got on her knees slowly, looking up at the guard sitting at the table. The guard then grabbed a file and opened it. She looked a bit through the file and then looked down at Diana.
– “Rose Diana, welcome to prison, you little junkie. As you know, or if you don’t know you’ll find out now, for drug-related offenses, you will also receive corporal punishment.”
– “Corporal punishment? What is this? What do you mean? This can’t be right!” Diana said terrified.
– “Shut up, junkie, did I ask your opinion?!” said the guard looking angry at Diana.
Diana stood there, almost crying thinking about what will happen next. The guard stood up and walked in front of Diana. She grabbed her face and lifted it up, looking Diana straight in the eyes.
– “It’s up to the executioner, me, Officer Christine, to decide each and every weekly punishment.” Said Christine with a sadistic and devilish look in her eyes. “Now, let’s see what should we do with you?”
– “Please, officer, please, don’t punish me, please, please.” said Diana struggling to speak, her face being clenched by Christine almost breaking down and crying.
– “Twenty. Lashes. Of the whip. On your bare back! Now get undressed, junkie!” Christine pronounced clearly every single word as she let go of Diana’s face.
– “No, no, no, nononono, please, no, please, please, no, no.” Diana muttered burying her face in her hands and then placing her hands on the floor almost laying down on the cold concrete floor.
Christine grabbed Diana’s jumpsuit, lifting her up and then pushing her so hard she stumbled and fell back on the floor on her side, while still muttering.
– “Get undressed now, Rose, or I’ll rip that jumpsuit myself!” yelled Christine.
– “Yes, yes ma’am!” said Diana getting up and unzipping her jumpsuit slowly. She then took it off, ashamed, looking straight down at the floor while covering her chest with both arms and crossing her thighs.
Christine looked at her and giggled, seeing her almost shaking while standing there naked in front of her. She got up on the table and spread her legs while tapping with her right hand between them.
– “Now, of course, we might be able to reduce the number of lashes to ten, Rose.”
– “I…I don’t really know what you mean, ma’am.”
– “God, what a stupid junkie! It means that if you eat me out properly, you’ll get less lashes, bitch!”
– “Yes…yes miss!” said Diana awkwardly. On one hand, she was absolutely terrified of Christine, and she never did anything quite like this before. On the other hand, she could reduce her punishment in half, so she decided that the humiliation of eating Christine out should definitely be less painful then the lashes.
– “Good, so, what are you waiting for? Move it inmate, on your knees!”
Diana walked up to Christine, and got down on her knees slowly, placing her head near Christine’s knees, quite far from between her legs. She looked up at Christine not knowing what to do next. Christine instructed her to take off her jeans and she unzipped then gently. She slid the pair of jeans over Christine’s hips, revealing her firm thighs and the white pair of panties she was wearing. She smelled so clean, just like you would after taking a long hot shower. She grabbed each side of Christines’ panties and slid them down slowly over her hips and thighs.