by James Nash
The next morning she felt much better and ate her breakfast, unappetising though it was, with some relish and at 7 a.m. almost skipped down the stairs to the exercise yard. As she walked, she looked casually across at the cell in which the young nun had been first seen praying but it was empty. As the young nun never took exercise with the rest of the women, Jane assumed she must be at work in the hospital. Happily she walked out into the exercise yard, glad to breathe the cool fresh air and glad to be feeling something like her old self. She and Su-Kir began to walk briskly around the yard, glad that today there was no jogging or running and Jane began to feel imbued with spirit, confident that she could survive these arduous months of false imprisonment.
As they completed the third circuit of the courtyard and were about to pass the doorway to the staff area, Jane’s throat went dry and her heart skipped a beat. Standing in the doorway, her arms folded, was the Senior Officer flanked by two grim faced male warders. Her eyes bored directly into Jane’s face and slowly, so slowly, her finger beckoned the frightened girl. The woman smirked as she saw Jane clutch Su-Kir’s hand in fear, then slowly, haltingly, obey the command.
As Jane stood trembling in front of her, the woman looked her up and down.
“So fragile, so tender, my little English flower, aren’t you?” she said coldly and Jane gulped in panic. “I hear you have been ill ...” the officer continued quietly, like a snake coiled to strike “... well, well, it seems our humble diet does not agree with you. I am so sorry we cannot replicate the Hilton for your tender palate!” Jane cleared her throat nervously, her knees beginning to tremble.
The woman smirked again. “You are a precious little creature ...” she said acidly “... it seems your poor stomach is as delicate as your tender little bottom!” and she laughed as Jane’s face reddened, frightened and ashamed.
“Tell me ...” the woman continued slyly “... did you have good treatment? Was the medical attention all you could wish?”
“Oh yes ...!” Jane answered quickly, anxious to please “ ... I ...I’m much better. I was well looked after, thank you!” and she stopped wide eyed, her mouth dry again.
“Oh don’t thank me ...!” the woman continued, dryly “... I’m sure the treatment of Dr. Minh was first class, particularly as interpreted by Sister Nipan!”
“Oh yes indeed ...” said Jane gratefully, glad to be able to say a good word for the young nun “... she was wonderful to me, I’ll never forget her!”
The woman smiled slowly, turning to glance at her two male companions who smiled too, a thin, frightening smirk.
“Indeed you won’t forget her, indeed you won’t ... and nor will she forget you!” the woman replied. “In fact that is why I summoned you. You have been too well treated for the last two days and it is about time you were reminded that this is a prison! Follow me!”
Jane felt suddenly sick, wondering what she had done, but dared not question and obediently she walked, sandwiched between the two warders, behind the woman and down the long corridor, her terror mounting with every step until they reached a large door at the end of the corridor. Realising that this was not the woman’s office, Jane trembled but stood obediently to attention as the two men were dismissed.
The Senior Officer paused at the door and stood facing Jane.
“It is time some people learned how to behave in my prison ...” she said curtly “... for when women are placed in my charge and then betray my trust, they are severely punished! You are about to see that proved at first hand, little English flower, and you will not readily forget it!”
Jane began to weep, tears pouring down her cheeks as the woman stared at her in contempt. What had she done? Why had she been brought here? The woman opened the door and ushered Jane into the room, and as she entered and looked straight ahead, she froze to the spot, a silent scream filling her throat. Standing in front of her was the familiar terrifying figure of the huge policeman who had given Jane more pain and humiliation than she had ever experienced in her life! He stood grinning, dressed in his police trousers and with his shirtsleeves rolled up for action, the long bamboo cane tapping against his palm as he eyed Jane up and down as she entered.
Oh God, no not again! Jane thought wildly, her hands to her white face as she remembered the pain of her caning, the humiliation, the exposure! Oh God no! What had she done? She remembered with terror that first crack of bamboo on her bare buttocks and she began to tremble again as the tears dripped down her cheeks.
The woman watched the girl’s face and she began to chuckle as she turned up the lights in the dimly lit room and Jane could see the policeman staring, smiling, menacingly tapping the cane against his palm and she began to perspire and she thought she might faint. Then, before she could speak or think what came next, her eyes took in a heap of clothing lying on the floor and she gave a choking gasp as she recognised the black habit and white wimple. Scattered around them were a pair of modest black shoes and crumpled black stockings. Jane’s mouth opened in shock as she spied, in a third pile, the demure white cotton vest and thick cotton knickers. As Jane began to absorb the shocking meaning of all this, she heard the sounds of gentle crying, mingled with what sounded like incantations, coming from the area immediately behind the policeman. The big man, smiling broadly, stepped smartly to the side and raised the cane over his head.
Jane cried out in shock and horror as she looked where the policeman had been standing, at the young nun who was strapped face down over a small table. She was completely naked, her upper body bent over the table, her breasts pressed into the surface and her wrists tied to the far legs, while her feet were just touching the floor, her legs spread apart and her ankles tied to the near legs of the table. Jane could not speak or utter a cry as she looked in dumb amazement at the girl’s shapely bottom cheeks, tightening with the fear of what was in store for her and, between her parted legs, the young nun was completely shaven, the tight lips of her vagina displayed obscenely as she awaited punishment.
The woman looked at the startled, trembling Jane and grinned.
“Thought the cane was for you, didn’t you ...?” she said grimly. “Well, maybe later ... but you can watch this as a warning! She was told to carefully ration the medicine but she disobeyed. She may think God rules her soul but she will painfully discover that I rule this prison! She is going to find out just how mortal she is! Already she is very ashamed for it is the first time any man has seen her naked! This is the main course for Sister Nipan! ... you will notice that the brown skin of her tender bottom is already nicely reddened. She was given a sound hand spanking before we sent for you ... and that was only to warm her up for the feast! Now she will indeed know never to disobey me ... commence!”
As Jane stood with her mouth wide agape in complete shock, the big policeman brought back his mighty arm and lashed the bamboo cane down with a thunderous craaaack! against the young nun’s plump bare bottom and she jerked and screamed, her bottom writhing as much as was possible in her bonds. She began to pray loudly as the policeman swung his arm again, delivering the second stroke with a loud report against the lower part of her bottom ovals and the girl screamed again with the pain. The cane continued its remorseless tattoo on the girl’s bottom, criss cross stripes now appearing as she writhed and screamed, her praying now abandoned, her vaginal lips gaping as she tried to move her bottom from the insistent strokes of the bamboo. Then he began to cane her thighs, frequently whipping inside as close to her vagina as possible as the girl screamed in pain and terror. Eventually he returned to her bottom and, after six more strokes across the writhing naked globes he put down the cane.
The shrieking girl had received thirty strokes and she lay screaming and shaking, her bright red bottom twisting and writhing in shock, sweat pouring in rivulets down her back.
Jane, her mouth dry, her heart racing, continued to stare wide eyed at the young nun, the girl’s naked b
ottom writhing up and down in her agony, the cheeks tightening with the pain, the pink lips of her unprotected vagina gaping as she sought some relief. Sister Nipan lay crying pitifully, her tears punctuated by shrieks as the burning pain came in waves, shocking her nervous system as the agony ebbed and flowed.
Throughout the girl’s caning, Jane had stood speechless and trembling, her mind racing in so many directions, ashamed of some of her thoughts. Her heart had beat faster as she watched the degrading ritual but was shocked to realise that this was not entirely due to fear or horror. Certainly there had been an element of self-preservation, ashamed though Jane was to admit it. Better someone else than me! - a sense of profound relief ... but it was more than that. She had watched the man’s strong arm raised, the bamboo cane at the top of its arc and her mind had flashed back to her own punishment at his hands. She had wondered what excitement it must give a man like him to cane a naked girl in this humiliating way ... then she had shocked herself as she realised suddenly that she did understand it! Her mind had gone back to the beautiful, chaste figure, so pure and so kind, who had ministered to her in the hospital bed and Jane felt ashamed, for she knew she should feel nothing but outrage and compassion for the agonies to which these people were subjecting the pretty nun ... but there were other, more shameful, thoughts too.
Jane realised that she was blushing with excitement as she thought of the chaste, virginal girl being shamefully stripped of her habit and her knickers, and her heart began to pound again. She recalled how she had stared, open mouthed, at the shapely buttocks as the cane had cracked down hard, reddening the skin and how she had watched the performance of the girl’s vagina which had seemed to open and close like a flower with each stroke of the cane. Jane could not deny the truth ... she had begun to feel aroused! She was ashamed, dreadfully ashamed, because she had not cried out for them to stop. She had been too desperate for her own self-preservation. She was only vaguely aware, as she stared at the shameful punishment performed before her eyes, that the woman had begun to hold her tightly around the waist.
Jane had swallowed deeply for, as she had watched hypnotised, the cane swishing down on the naked bottom, her breast began to be softly stroked through her tunic by the woman’s experienced fingers. The woman’s firm hands had begun to rub Jane’s nipples gently and got the signal she expected. She had stooped lower and Jane had gasped as the woman’s coarse face was pressed against her cheek.
“Excited, aren’t you, my little English flower ...?” she had said, chuckling quietly “... I knew I’d guessed right from the moment I inspected you after thrashing your bottom. You are resistant, but Sister Nipan is providing us both with a little sexual stimulation, I think!”
Jane had bowed her head, too frightened and ashamed to answer but the woman had continued to stroke her breasts as the nun’s caning continued. The woman’s hand, despite Jane’s wishes, her upbringing, her sense of decency, was beginning to make her feel very aroused, strange feelings welling up in the pit of her stomach as she began to relish the ministration to her breasts. Ashamed again of her thoughts, Jane wondered if, despite the pain and the humiliation, there was just one facet of the experience which the young nun was enduring. Dare Jane even think it was giving the chaste young girl some pleasure from exposing herself so obscenely, for Jane remembered her own mixed feelings as she lay across the bench.
As Jane stared again at the young nun’s bottom and genitals, heard her cry and moan as she writhed across the table, she wondered shamefully if, after all the girl’s vows of purity and chastity and the celibate existence she had lived, there was not some sense of liberation, however forced the circumstances, at being ordered to remove her knickers in front of a man and to display her cunt so wantonly. Jane was aghast that the word ‘cunt’ had flashed into her mind ... and stayed there. Again she thought back to her own experience and tried to draw a parallel, blushing at the memory.
She was brought down to earth, aware that the officer was gripping her waist with one hand and she could feel the woman’s firm muscled body quivering with excitement at what they had both witnessed. The caning was complete and the policeman stood tall and powerful, perspiration on his forehead as he grinned wolfishly at the woman and then back at the quivering red buttocks of the young nun who lay squealing and crying, her head jerking up and down, her bottom dilating with the aftershock of her punishment.
Jane continued to stare at the young girl who lay writhing across the table and was suddenly excited as she noticed the tell-tale signs of moisture around the vagina and the blood red swelling of her labia. She felt her heart racing and felt strangely relieved ... so even nuns were not impervious to the sexual effects of the cane! The woman stepped to the side of the table and held up the young nun’s head.
“You speak English, Sister Nipan...” she said as the young nun sobbed “... so we will do so in order that your young friend here will know what is happening. Yes, your caning was witnessed ... and she was very impressed by our disciplinary approach, weren’t you, my little English flower?”
Jane hung her head while the pretty young nun began to weep loudly, humiliated and ashamed. The woman seized a hank of her hair and lifted her head up from the table with some force, causing the degraded girl to cry out, but the woman simply stared at her icily
“Now you know what it means to disobey me ... “ she said “... and to betray my trust. You thought, in your arrogance, that your cloth would protect you, allowing you the privilege of serving your sentence here by following the rules of your God rather than my rules. So you decided that your work in the prison hospital allowed you to do as you thought fit. We spared you the embarrassment of the public medical examination, allowed you to keep your own clothes, despite being sent here for crimes against the state, and that is how you repay me! Have you anything to say?” but the nun continued to choke and sob in her distress.
“Our little English friend ...” the officer continued “... is partly responsible for your downfall. You felt sorry for her and gave her additional medication. What a pity for you that you were observed by Dr. Minh and he began to count his stocks! So... “ the officer continued relentlessly, still holding up the girl’s head “... I decided to teach you both a lesson! She has had one painful lesson already, so I felt it would be a timely reminder if she witnessed yours!”
The officer smiled grimly, again pulling Jane towards her and holding her tightly around the waist as the nun continued to weep.
“Unfortunately ...” the grim faced woman continued “... our little friend missed the opening acts of our little drama, didn’t she ...?” and the sobbing Sister Nipan cried out in anguish “... so for her benefit we will reconstruct the morning’s events ... some of us with more pleasure than others, because ... “and she hugged Jane to her again “... this little English flower who, like you, Nipan, is a virgin too, was very excited by watching your bottom writhe under the kiss of the cane, I can tell you! I do believe she is ashamed of herself by how aroused she has become!” and Jane lowered her head, tears filling her eyes, as the young nun began afresh to weep in anguish.
“For, Sister Nipan, when you were ordered to my office for questioning ...” the woman continued, a thin smile now on her lips “... you arrived in your full religious apparel, more than your calling demands, prayer book under your arm. You hoped to intimidate me by your appearance, did you not, Sister? To save your skin by your religious aura? The way you people have misled the working classes for centuries! This is why our country is intent on dealing with all these religious groups who oppress the poor rather than help them! You had no respect for my authority, Sister Nipan! Rather you thought I should respect yours, ordained by your God, and be overawed ... in my own prison! I soon disabused you of those ideas, did I not? I challenged Sister Nipan with total disregard for my instructions and wanton disregard for the rationing of medicines in the prison hospital. You were soon reduced to a confession
, were you not, Sister?” The young nun continued to weep.
The woman grinned and hugged the frightened Jane even more tightly.
“So when I ordered you to take off your habit ...” the Officer continued, smiling now “... I wish our young friend had been here to see the look on your face! You even had the impudence to refuse until I threatened to call my male warders in to cut off the lot with scissors!”
Sister Nipan was sobbing loudly in her shame and pain as the woman grinned and continued.
“Then you began to look frightened for the first time as you acceded to my demands. You so slowly undid all your buttons and removed the habit, then took off that ridiculous head-dress. After all, It was the lesser of two evils, wasn’t it, Sister? I am a woman ...and I was in the office alone ... but you were so modest, so coy! Our little friend would have enjoyed seeing your expression as you stood before me trembling in your underclothes. Those large drawers are so ridiculous!”
The woman laughed out loud as Sister Nipan’s wailing sobs filled the room.
“Then, my English flower, I ordered her to remove her shoes and stockings and then you should have seen her face ... for our modest young nun shook like a leaf, fearful of what was in store! Then our young Sister was ordered to bend over the table ... and she pleaded with me, didn’t you? Oh how you softly pleaded to be spared such indignity! Little one, you should have seen her shaking and trembling as she slowly bent over the table and awaited her punishment.