The Excursion (x/FFFFFF)

[goodgulf]

Note: This story is set in the same world as http://www.spanko.net/Spanking_Forums_A ... 5&m=316631 and makes more sense if you read that one first. To summarise: sometime in the future the two party system breaks down into countless small parties. One these parties, the Walden Emerson Party, gained power in a county and as part of building their coalition agreed to change how the woman's correctional institute was run. They introduce an expedited trial system (where most times all you need is an accusation) and corporal punishment at the correctional institute.

That's a very brief, and poor, description of that world, so go off and read the older story first. Then go through the comments where there are three or four little scenes set in that world. Trust me, it will make this story make more sense.

The Excursion

Lisa Howard shivered with anticipation.

"Are you sure this is allowed?" Lisa asked, speaking to the group at large.

The others sneered at her caution.

"Of course it is." Joan Copeland said, her voice dripping with condescension.

"We won't be here if we weren't allowed." Priscilla Gillette pointed out with contempt.

"The room is here for a reason." David Pendleton said quietly, indicating the seats. "So relax and get in the grove."

Lisa had to admit that he had point. Who would build a room with a two-way mirror if they didn't intend for people to watch? Admittedly it wasn't much of a room; there were no chairs, bare walls, and the whole place smelled like bleach, but it was clear that the room was built for observers.

"Now we can't get too close." Leon Janney said, indicating the mirror that gave a view into the next room. "And we can't turn on a light either or we might cast a shadow or something."

"How close?" Priscilla asked, licking her lips.

"We have to stay two to three feet back." David told her.

"Oh my god they're actually set up!" Joan exclaimed.

"Shush!" Lewis Strandler cautioned. "Remember they can't know we're here."

"But you said they knew." Lisa pointed out.

"Not the 'they' who run the place, the 'they' being disciplined." Lewis explained. "Stop worrying."

"Yeah, don't be a worrywart." Priscilla scolded.

"Shush, look! They're set up." Joan repeated.

All eyes were drawn to the two-way mirror. To the room on the other side.

It was the punishment chamber at the Jefferson County Correctional Institute for Women. Ever since the Walden Emerson Party came to power in Jefferson County there had been rumours about what was happening at the Jefferson County Correctional Institute for Women. Those rumours were soon replaced with bland news stories telling what was happening in clinical details. The broadcasts used neutral terms like corporal punishment and judicial discipline, but it didn't take a genius to know that they were talking about spankings. Grown women being spanked as part of their sentences. More spankings being given if the women broke the institute's rules. Arbitrary rules that the prison officials set and could change at their whims.

The very thought of that sent shivers through Lisa's bones. And the more details she heard, that the convicts were strapped down to benches for their punishments, the more that Lisa wanted to know. Then the other stories started, about how it became easier for a woman to be sent to the correctional institute. Something about how it could be done with a hearing instead of a real trial. How the burden of proof was lower and the evidence normally wasn't challenged. That if it was a minor offence then you could almost phone your evidence in.

Then another story started among a very select group. There was guy, someone on the staff at the correctional institute, a guy who could arrange a private a tour. It couldn't happen every day, only when Warden Batesman was away from the institute. When he wasn't there, when he went home early or had a night out, then this person could arrange for you to tour the institute. To see the punishment chamber when it was in use. To see the inmates get their strappings.

The rumours said that the tours weren't cheap, but the group had money and after a night of drinking (and drug use) they had agreed to arrange a visit. Then, when they sobered up a bit, someone (Lisa wasn't sure who but thought it might have been Priscilla) pointed out that watching strangers was one thing, but what if...

That 'what if' electrified the group. It got all of them talking at once. It was like they had all done a line of coke at the same exact moment. They had talked about it for hours until they actually had a planned. A real plan, one that they had put together. No family lawyers were involved, no parents were consulted, it was just them and their plan.

Lisa hadn't agreed with it; she wanted to see the strappings but not the other bit. She had spoken against it, for a while, but let the others bully her into silence. It wasn't the first time that had happened, but Lisa had grown used to them ignoring her positions. They rarely listened to her, and sometimes Lisa thought that the others just let her hang around with them because she always contributed to the party funds. Some of the others would come up short when it was their turn to pay for drinks (or when the man came with the good time stuff) and the rest, but when that happened Lisa was always there with extra cash to help cover the bill.

Maggie Task was one of their crowd, almost. She didn't have the money that the rest of them had (or even a trust fund to fall back on) and hung with them mainly because of her looks. Her tits were perky enough but Maggie's best asset was her marvellous rear. It was nicely padded (while not too fatty) and most of the guys (and a few of the girls) said it was a wonderful ride.

And it was so simple. All it took was a phone call about a missing bracelet (one given to Maggie as a gift) and it was recorded as theft under a hundred dollars. A few forms were filled out and that was all it took; the next thing Lisa knew the police had hauled Maggie off to jail. Then word came down that Maggie was being sent to the Jefferson County Correctional Institute for Women, scheduled to arrive on a night that Warden Batesman wouldn't be there.

The crowd had arrived together, with Lewis paying someone named Bernie Grant a large wad of cash for them to be escorted in. Lisa had contributed more than her share to that wad but she didn't think twice about it.


Now they were in the room, crowding around the two-way mirror, staring at the six girls that were already strapped over the benches. Strapped there practically naked, at least from the waist down. Looking at them there with their bottoms in the air and everything they had basically on display, the group searched for Maggie.

"She's the second from the right." Priscilla decided. "If you look just right you can see head and that she's blonde on the top but her roots are showing below. Just like Maggie; she never dyes it all the way down there."

"You needed to see that to know which bum is her?" David said with a laugh. "I'd know her tail anywhere."

"No so loud." Lewis cautioned. "We have to keep it quiet."

"So what happened now?" Lisa asked.

The answer seemed to be that 'now' she was elbowed from her spot and found her way to the far edge of the mirror, positioned away from Maggie with her beautiful behind. Her beautiful, soon to be strapped, bottom.

Then Bernie Grant came into the room, flanked by a pair of CO's.

"Well ladies, it's time to welcome you to the Jefferson County Correctional Institute for Women. Now some of you might have thought that the showers and delousing and putting on the prison uniform were your welcome but that's what happens at every prison. Here at the Jefferson County Correctional Institute for Women we have our own special welcome. That's right, every single inmate receives five from the strap on her first day here."

This announcement brought strange mewling sounds from the women strapped over the benches. Bernie Grant smiled at those sounds.

"Now the first few times we did this, well you should have heard it. The protests, the swearing, the screaming - it was all just too much to tolerate. After those first times we took preventative measures. Those leather straps in your mouths makes sure that you don't say anything that we don't want to hear."

"Now let's work down the line."


There were nervous giggles and sharp inhalations as Bernie Grant brought the strap down hard on the first girl's bottom. The girl's mewlings took on a new urgency and the witnesses' excitement grew.

"Just wait until it's Maggie's turn." Joan gloated.

From the outside of group, Lisa saw more than just the strapping. She saw the touching. Some of the girls were touching themselves, their breasts or thighs, and before the fourth blow landed some of the boys were joining in. Most of t he boys had one hand below their waists while the other were on one of the other girls. There were five boys and five girls in the group, then there was Lisa watching the groping without having anyone to grope her.

"Now it's Maggie's turn." Leon said, his voice full of awe after the fifth stroke landed on the first girl.

It was Maggie's turn. Maggie, who they had set up, just to see her strapped this way. She only had a month long sentence but even if she had been a good inmate she had to be strapped just for being sentenced here. Maggie whose lovely rear Lisa had seen countless times, but never like this. Never with an angry red stripe after a hard blow from a strap. Lisa had heard Maggie making countless sounds (including many sounds of passions) but nothing like the awful mewling she was making now. Maggie was screaming into the gag and there was nothing that Lisa could do. Lisa didn't know if she wanted to help Maggie or to have the girl strapped harder and longer, but either way there was nothing she could do. In a way she was almost as powerless as Maggie.

The observing room really heated up after Maggie's strapping ended. The group wasn't all that interested in seeing a random girl's bottom getting strapped. Oh, they watched, but their hands and mouths were hard at work.

Feeling lonely and left out (yet again) Lisa allowed her eyes to wander. Wander from the girl being strapped and to the other bums in line. Lisa's gasp was drowned out by the noise that the others were making.

The fifth bench held a redhead, a natural one (at least her collar and cuff matched), who had a tattoo high on her right hip. It wasn't a rose or any other common design but something that looked like a logo. A logo that Lisa had seen before, in the changing room at her gym. It wasn't a common tattoo. As far as Lisa knew there was only one tattoo like that in the world.

The girl at the gym was a redhead named Victoria Larkin. She could have been one of Lisa's group. Her family had the money but Victoria was too busy doing things to hang out with the party crowd. The last that Lisa had heard, Victoria was even volunteering at some law clinic.

Now, apparently, she was an inmate in the Jefferson County Correctional Institute for Women.

Victoria wasn't like Maggie. Victoria's family had money. They had standing. They were members of Lisa's parents' club. They were her sort of people. Victoria was her type of people. Victoria was like Lisa. If that really was Victoria strapped over that bench then maybe, just maybe, someday Lisa might find herself in that position.

That mental image filled Lisa. It consumed her focus. The room faded away. The sounds the others were making faded away. Everything faded away except the sight of Victoria's well secured backside. Then Lisa jumped as the strap fell on it.

She hadn't been following the action and when that first lick landed... The weird cry sounded like something that Lisa could imagine Victoria making. Part of Lisa wanted to say something, to tell the others that it was Victoria on the bench. That Victoria was now an inmate here.

But she couldn't find her voice. She wasn't even sure that she wanted them to know. They had shared Maggie's strapping together but Victoria's strapping was something that Lisa had for herself. Later, when the group was talking about seeing Maggie being strapped, Lisa knew that she could smile a private smile and know that only she had been paying attention when Victoria was punished.

Then the fifth stroke landed and Bernie Grant was moving on to the next one.


Lisa's eyes lingered on Victoria as the sixth girl received her strapping. Then her eyes were torn to the first girl.

The strappings were over and the inmates were beginning to be released, beginning with that first girl. Lisa watched as the woman's legs were released from the bench by a female CO.

"Now you be careful." The CO cautioned. "You do anything that even looks like a kick and you're in for another 20, minimum."

Lisa's heart skipped a beat. Part of her was hoping that one, maybe more than one, of the girls would kick. Kick and earn herself a hard strapping. A real prison punishment that would leave that girl sobbing with a bruised bottom.

The CO then produced an ugly pair of panties and slid them up that woman's legs. With the other witnesses distracted by the pleasures of the flesh, Lisa was the only one who saw the CO pull the panties tight, then put her fingers in the waistband and tugging them painfully higher. Parts of the garment disappeared into the girl's crack and some of her cheeks were exposed. The inmate grunted something, but the woman still had that leather strap in her mouth, muting her protest.

Of course inmate shifted her legs as the wedgie was delivered, but to Lisa's disappoint she didn't kick.

Then it was Maggie's turn, and the girl controlled herself enough not to kick. When it was the third woman's turn, Lisa wasn't sure if the CO tugged harder or the inmate just had less self control, but a leg came up.

And her panties were jerked down hard.

"That's it!" The CO declared. "You need to know that criminal scum like you don't have a right to kick. You're in for it now."

The woman struggled weakly as her legs were once more secured to the bench.

"Your kick earned yourself a real punishment." The CO declared. "Thirty with the strap. Anyone else want that? No? Then don't kick."

The inmate made pitiful noises, but no one paid any attention to her.

The CO kept moving down the line, a line of girls that now didn't want to move their legs at all. Then Victoria's legs were released (or at least the inmate that Lisa was practically sure was Victoria) and of course she barely moved as the wedgie was applied.

Five bottoms were covered with the ugly prison panties when Bernie Grant stepped to the bare one.

"There's always one girl who pushes her luck." Bernie Grant declared, bringing his arm back.

The sound of the strap landing reverberated through the punishment chamber, echoing in the viewing room.

"What was that?" Vanessa Buckley gasped, partly in surprise and partly in pleasure.

"One of the girls tried to kick." Lisa informed the group, her eyes still locked on the two-way mirror. "So she got sentenced to a real strapping."

"Was it Maggie?" Kathleen Bracken asked, turning her head towards the mirror as the strap landed again.

"No, some other girl." Lisa answered.

"It's a nice sound." Carolyn Groves moaned. "Let's see if we can finish while it's happening."

"It's only 20 licks." Lisa pointed out.

"That might be ahh enough time." David moaned.

"It better not be." Priscilla warned.

The steady rhythm of licks leant a surreal element to the festivities. The oddest part (at least in Lisa's mind) how the COs were ignoring the strapping, slowly releasing the inmates as the strapping went on.

Once the first girl was released from the bench her hands flew to her backside and started rubbing, removing the wedgie as she did. Lisa watched as the CO slapped the inmate's hands away and guided her into a prison skirt, as if the inmate couldn't be trusted to dress herself. Then Maggie was released and was too slow to undo her wedgie before her hands were slapped away and she was wearing her uniform's skirt. Lisa could see that Maggie didn't dare reach under it, didn't dare draw attention to herself.

Which, Lisa decided, must have been the lesson that the system was designed to teach. To accept what the prison officials did without protest.

When the girl that Lisa thought was Victoria stood; Lisa saw that she was one of the inmates who able release her wedgie before she was dressed. But the inmate still had that leather strap in her mouth, and her face was red, and Lisa couldn't really say whether it was Victoria or not. It looked like her, but Lisa had never seen Victoria's face that colour. She had never seen Victoria's hair like that, all fly away and out of control. Even seeing her face, Lisa couldn't really be one hundred percent sure that it was Victoria. But who else could look so much like Victoria and have a tattoo like Victoria's?

The inmate being strapped was making as much of a racket as she could, but the others stood meekly as the leather was removed from their mouths. Even without the leather obscuring the inmate's face Lisa couldn't be sure, not really completely sure, that it was Victoria. Surely Victoria, someone of Lisa's own class and background, could never look like that. Surely Lisa was mistaken.

Five inmates were led out of the room; any eyes looking through the two-way mirror were fixed on Maggie, ignoring the inmate who might be Victoria. On Maggie or on the bum of the inmate getting strapped. Not on Victoria, or the inmate who might be Victoria.

When Bernie Grant finished with the inmate who had kicked (or just shifted enough to look like an attempt to kick) the sobbing inmate was treated like the others. Her legs lay limply when they were freed, she barely moved as her panties were tugged up securely and then pulled too tightly. She had to be helped from the bench and was sobbing openly as the leather strap was removed.

The unfortunate inmate limped out of the room and the moans in the room were distractingly loud. A few of them came from Lisa.


Later, after clothing was rearranged and bodily fluids cleaned up, the group was moving through a corridor. Everyone was talking in hushed tones about what they saw, about how Maggie had acted, about how Maggie had sounded, and how Maggie wasn't any different from those other low class girls that were strapped. Only Lisa knew that not all of those girls were low class ones, that one of the inmates were from their own set.

Lost in her own thoughts, Lisa almost didn't notice when the group came to stop. When she looked around she saw that Leon was talking in hushed whispers with Bernie Grant. When the conversation ended Leon turned to the others.

"There's been a slight snag." Leon said in a hushed voice. "An unexpected one."

"It shouldn't be." Bernie Grant said dryly. "I was very clear. There is an entrance fee and an exit fee. A cut of the entrance fee goes to the COs on the door when you enter and a cut of the exit fee goes to the COs on duty when you leave. I told you that it wouldn't be the same COs on duty both times."

"Why do they need to be paid?" Priscilla asked. "Doesn't the county already pay them?"

"The county doesn't pay them to let gawkers in." Bernie Grant informed her. "They need something more to do that. I told you this. I made it perfectly clear."

"I must have mixed it up." Leon admitted. "Lewis, weren't you paying attention when we talked to him?"

"I thought you were handling that." Lewis responded.

"I don't care whose job it was." Bernie Grant said bluntly. "All I care about is the cash. Three hundred dollars a head. That's the price. You shouldn't have come if you weren't prepared to pay it."

The girls in the group (including Lisa) exchanged glances, then Joan spoke for them.

"My purse is in my car. All of our purses are in the cars."

The boys were reaching for their wallets, opening them showing how near empty they were. Lisa had seen this before, usually when someone was holding a bill that needed to be paid. The "who" changed. Sometimes it was a waiter, sometimes it was the man with the party supplies, but the bill was a constant.

Lisa had never been a math wiz, but the numbers weren't that big. Eleven of them at three hundred each meant $3300. Lisa always had reserve cash but never that much. At least not when she didn't have her purse handy. She only had a grand on her. Not in one place; bitter experience had taught her never to produce all of her cash at once. As the usual source of spare cash, eyes were already turning expectantly to her.

Lisa's mind raced. She didn't know what would happen if they couldn't pay, but she didn't think it would be a good thing. A thousand dollars could free three of them, but who? How could she pick which of the crowd to rescue? And the ones left behind, would they ever forgive her?

"I've only got four hundred." Lisa said quietly.

"Well that's enough for me." Priscilla noted.

"Sorry, but that's enough for me." Joan countered.

"Actually it's enough for me." Lisa asserted.

The group looked at her.

"It's my emergency money." Lisa asserted. "My parents insisted on it. They always say that if it's between me getting bailed out or a friend I need to bail myself first. They say that if I don't bail myself out first that they'll cut off my trust fund."

"This isn't bail." Joan pointed out. "It's an exit fee."

"It's money spent to get out a jail, right?" Lisa said, directing her attention to Bernie Grant.

Bernie Grant who nodded.

"Technically it's an institute, not a jail." Bernie Grant pointed.

"It's a place with bars on the windows and an inmates, right? That's close enough to a jail for me. Well if I don't bail myself out this time then I'll never have money to help again." Lisa declared. "I'll leave the other hundred for you to use for yourselves."

"Give it to me and I can go to a cash machine get the rest." Priscilla declared.

"That's not going work." Bernie Grant said bluntly. "The cash machines around here don't give more than $50 a day. That's in case of a breakout. You're have to drive twenty, twenty-five minutes to get more than that, and the shift changes in thirty minutes. We won't be able to do anything after the shift changes."

"Well what happens after that then?" David asked.

"After that, after the shift changes?" Bernie Grant asked, speaking as if he never given the question a moment's thought. "Well, then I suppose you'd have to stay the night. There's someone on the morning shift who can get you out. Don't worry. We have visitor's quarters. Well, not large ones. You'll have to double up."

"You mean we'll have to share rooms?" Donald asked in dismay.

"No, I mean you'll have to share beds." Bernie Grant informed him. "There's only four beds there."

"The ten of us in those four beds?" Joan asked in dismay.

"No, sorry, I should have been clear. We can't have non-married people sharing rooms. That's not what the party believes in." Bernie Grant told them. "No, the males will have to be the guest quarters. We have more rooms for females who are temporarily staying over."

"Will we all get our own beds?" Joan asked.

"Of course." Bernie Grant assured them.

Lisa didn't like the tone of Bernie Grant's voice. It wasn't hostile. There was something else in it. Lisa couldn't put her finger on it but it sounded almost like anticipation. Her mind raced, wondering what sorts of quarters Bernie Grant was referring to. It couldn't be the visitor's quarters, because he said the visitor's quarters only had four beds, so it had to be something else.

Then it all snapped into place.

Temporary quarters, for women, at the Jefferson County Correctional Institute for Women, had to be rooms for temporarily inmates. Where all inmates were forced to the showers and then a delousing. They would certainly have to change into prison uniforms. Then they would... then they would...

Shower. Delouse. Prison Uniform. Then came the next part of an inmate's welcome to the Jefferson County Correctional Institute for Women. Being secured on the bench and strapped. Strapped on the bare ass in the punishment chamber, just like Maggie had been.

Just like Victoria had been.

Just like Lisa would be if she gave her money to one of the other girls.

Before she could change her mind, Lisa counted out three hundred dollars and handed it to Bernie Grant. She thrust the other hundred towards Lewis.

"You should be able to raise another two hundred between you. Two hundred at least. Maybe even five hundred. And my parents would never forgive me if I spent the night here."

Lewis accepted the money.

"Um, I've only got a twenty." Lewis said.

Surprisingly his statement was echoed by the others. Lisa couldn't believe it. All of them only had $20? That was unheard of. They never all had the same amount of money. One usually had a couple of hundreds while another might have a five and another fifty - they never all had the same amount.

Unless they had arranged things in advanced.

Unless they planned this all.

The boys had been told about the exit fee. The boys didn't have more than a hundred between them. Would the boys be returning to that viewing room? Was that the plan? Was that the plan all along? Was Maggie's arrest just a small part of the plan?

There had been two other girls who had wanted to come. Both of them were from more powerful families, and both had been excluded. At the time Lisa had thought that it was just because Priscilla and Joan didn't want any more leaders in the group, but now Lisa saw things more clearly. There were exactly six benches in the room called the punishment chamber. Exactly six girls had been permitted to come on this trip.

The pieces were snapping into place.


Lisa didn't look back, not once. Not as she walked away from the group. Not as she was led out of the prison. Not as she drove away.


Once home Lisa rushed to her room. It took a bit of searching but she was able to find something on Victoria Larkin's arrest. Something about a complain arising out of a political protest. Because of her activities at the legal clinic Victoria had taken a stand against the party in power and had her hearing today.

"So it was her." Lisa said breathlessly. "I thought it was. I knew it was."

After reading the report Lisa scrolled down to the comments sections. She was appalled to see how many people agreed with Victoria's arrest. Not so much about her 'crime' but one of the 'quality' people were being sent to the Jefferson County Correctional Institute for Women. That Victoria was getting what she deserved. Something about it proving that the upper classes were just as subject to the law as everyone else.

Lisa closed her eyes. The image of the strap impacting Victoria's bare bottom filled her mind. Lisa had seen Victoria's backside countless times, but never being punished by a strap. Never being punished in anyway. With her eyes still closed Lisa's mind began playing tricks. Victoria's bum shifted into Maggie's as it was strapped, then it took the shapes her friends. Lisa was picturing the punishment chamber occupied by the five girls who hadn't left the prison. About that empty bench, the one that she had been scheduled to occupy. The one that maybe she should be occupying.

'But they had to know that I carry money with me.' Lisa thought to herself. 'They had to know I could save myself. Maybe they were giving me the choice. Maybe they thought I'd save one of the others. Maybe they thought I wouldn't leave without the others, that I'd stay and be strapped with the others.'

Those thoughts were stilling running through her mind as she slowly drifted off to sleep.

Her dreams were haunted by visions of what she had seen in the punishment chamber.


When she woke there was one question running through her mind: had she made the right choice?

Goodgulf
(Edited to fix a formatting error)

[moridin]

Excelent story, well written as usual. Is there any chance we will see Lisa's friends in the morning when they learn that its a lot harder to leave that get in to the Institution? They probably deserve a short detention seeing as they set up their 'friend' Maggie.

[goodgulf]

I've thought a bit about a sequel, and maybe giving Lisa a chance to make that decision over again, but right now it's on the back burner.

Goodgulf