A Prison Fantasy

Hi,after ANOTHER delay in blogging (someone really needs to spank me for that!)I shall make an attempt at spanking erotica.This is my fantasy admission into prison.

I am shown in to an ante-room by a female prison guard.'Strip!' she orders me in a brisk voice. 'Everything?'I ask. 'Yes, take the lot of.' My fingers fumbling, I hurriedly start to remove my clothes and throw it onto a nearby chair. 'Fold them!' I hasten to obey, arranging my clothing into a neat folded pile,shoes underneath.'Time for a cleanup.' A bar of soap is thrust into my hand,and I am dragged by my arm into a nearby shower. She turns it on and a blast of freezing cold water hits me, causing me to cry out.After what feels like an eternity,but is in reality only a couple of minutes I am dragged out by the arms. I am not offered a towel to dry myself,but my arms are grabbed roughly and tightly fastened into cuffs behind my back. 'Admission time.' I suddenly find myself in yet another room.

A man in uniform is seated behind a desk, attending to some paperwork, he looks up as we enter. I stand there,shaking with the cold as his eyes slowly look me up and down.'Prisoner Montford for admission sir'. 'Ah yes,has she been processed?''She hasn't been searched.' 'Well do so.' She moves in front of me, 'Stand still,and spread your legs.' I obey fearfully, as she moves in front of me. She places a mirror between my legs. Then I feel first one, then two fingers slide into my vagina.They move back and forth,her movements caressing my insides.All the while,I see the man,watching.Shamefully,I feel other moisture then that of the water between my legs.'The dirty bitch is wet'. She removes her fingers, and I feel one start to enter me anally. I wince,as a finger probes me anally. After what seems like forever,the finger ceases its burning search and exits. 'All clear sir' she announces, standing up.

'Hmmm I think, I should check.'he says, rising from his desk.The female guard goes behind me, and holds me by the arms in a vice-like grip as he aproaches. His fingers roughly enter me, feel my insides, slide back and forth rapidly several times before he removes them and slowly inspects them,before drawing a handkechief from his pocket and whiping them. 'Hmmm you're right' he says,'the filthy whore is enjoying this.' 'I'm not....' I interject weakly as a finger goes in to my puckered hole, making me press my lips together to stifle a cry of pain. 'Hmmm, she doesn't seem to enjoy this.....' His finger removed,I gasp in relief, before he brings his fingers under my chin, making me meet his face.

'Well Ms Montford, it seems that you have a lot to learn about here.' He drops my chin, and strides across the room to a cupboard, from which he draws a singapore cane.My eyes widen as he approaches me again. 'There are rules here, a concept with which you may not be familiar.Obey them and we shall get along just fine but disobey.....'He smiles meanly,seeing my eyes transfixed by the cane in his hand. .....'And there shall be consequences, severe consequences.From what I've heard about you you have little,if no respect for rules....' I shake my head. 'Please sir....' 'Don't interupt!' he snaps. 'It seems that they are right, so I think you need a taste of how things work around here.''Over the desk now.' I am hustled forward, made to bend over the desk, as the female guard comes in front of me. 'Don't move.' She reaches for my breasts and squeezes my nipples as I feel him behind me. 'A good dozen should do, I think.' I tense, preparing myself as he raises his arm back for the first stroke. I concentrate on my breathing, I won't give him the satisfaction of screaming. It burns, it stings, each blow aimed for a new spot on my bottom, some repeating, all of them hard. Extra painful, due to my stil damp skin. I hold my position, tell myself it will all be over soon.Trying my best to keep still, any movement on my part straining and causing pain to my burning nipples which the female guard keeps a tight hold of between her fingers, squeezing and rubbing them hard. The soreness and pain to my nipples competing with that of my bottom.'You like that, don't you bitch,' she says, 'shes such a pain slut, she's enjoying this.' Finally the blows and fingers stop, and I think that it is all over and that I will soon be alone to warm myself, stroke my sore spots.


He drops the cane on the floor, I hear a different sound, that of a belt being unbuckled, trousers being unfastened. I try to start up, but hands hold me down. He kicks my legs apart, probes agin and I feel his hard cock pressing against me. I try to buck up,away, but am unable to find purchase, bound as I am.'No,please no...don't...please.' He enters me, and fucks me hard, his body weight pressing me against the desk. He grabs me by my hair. 'All you sluts need this' he grunts, slamming into me. His cock seeming to grow in hardness with each thrust, its thickness and length filling me entirely. At times it feels as if hes going to burst through my stomach, so vigorous are his thrusts. Then he pulls out, throws me onto the floor. 'On your knees and suck.' I lie there dazed as he lifts me partly up and slaps my face, once, twice, as his palm strikes me on each side, making my head hurt and my ears ring.I cry out in surprise and shock. The woman comes, and hauls me onto my knees, holding me in position. 'Open your fucking mouth.Or I'll fuck you up the arse and really give you something to cry about. ' He strikes me again.Wordlessly I obey, and he fills my mouth,grabbing my hair, fucking it, as if it's another pussy.I desperately move my tongue, my lips, trying to hurry him along so that this all will end.'I'm ready', he says finally. The womans hands leave my arms and grab me firmly by the hair, forcing my head up as he leaves my mouth.I know what's coming. As he leaves my mouth and stands over me, I screw my eyes tight shut as I feel a seemingly never-ending shower of cum hits my face.Finally spent, he rubs his cock across and into my mouth. 'Looks like you need another shower.' he sneers.