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Angrily, I complied -- perhaps a little too forcefully. And then came something I absolutely did not expect. She told me I looked clean enough I had scrubbed with extra diligence that morning before reporting to jail and that, for me, she would skip the shower and delousing procedure reserved for more odious prisoners.

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After I raised each of my feet and spread my toes, I was told to stand and turn around. While I was dressing in this convict attire, Officer Martin was examining my street clothes and began making idle conversation. Just her presence made me feel modest again and I tried to cover up as she beckoned me to the bars. Anyway, the strip search continued and, as I was lifting each of my breasts, I joked "they're pretty small; hard to hide anything under them.

Now, I've arranged for your release Prison spanking stories afternoon, but I owe it to the force to be sure you really are punished -- so this will hurt, but I expect you to take it and thank me when I'm done. This was a "for real" spanking and I was in for it!

Author : Some years ago, a girlfriend of mine did time in the county jail and, after her release, told me she had been spanked by a female guard while incarcerated! Picking up her walkie-talky, she pressed a key and said simply, "okay, you can come in now. And later that day that Karen Officer Martin's first name returned to check me out of the segregation area. A lady guard escorted me in, removed my handcuffs and told me to take off all my clothes and put them on the table.

Although I would later to see the experience as erotic, at the time, it was sheer blinding, unbearable pain. The shower was in a corner of the pen area they only turned the water on twice a day for an hour and I imagine most men would love to have been a fly on the wall in that jail.

Then she went back to work blistering my bare bottom. And, anyway, this was Karen, so it was starting to feel more like disrobing for someone who might appreciate my slender body than stripping for a jail guard.

It might seem hard to believe that I would openly expose my pussy this way, but, with all dignity gone, I was left with the insane notion that if the women guards here were lesbians, they might as well enjoy seeing my nude body. They will testify that this never happened. But she held me tight and continued raining punishment across my rump. I sat on my bare mattress without a stitch of clothing on and wondered how much more humiliating jail could be for a female.

The guards were kept busy badgering inmates to cover themselves -- especially when maintenance men were on the floor. The relentless smacking of my unprotected bottom continued and was not lessened in the least by my begging and pleading for it to stop.

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And they'll see for themselves that you are not getting off easy. At the end of the day, I'm a police officer, and when you try to harm one of us, you try to harm all of us. As she checked over my hair, ears and mouth, it occurred to me she might be a lesbian and could possibly be enjoying this close proximity to my naked body. Each cell was for two women sharing one toilet -- but on weekends there were at least three of us in each cell -- one sleeping on a mat on the floor. Since I was completely naked in her presence, however, I was too nervous and confused to hope she might have like actually like me.

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Using her bare hand, she began delivering painful spanks across both buttocks cheeks in rapid succession -- and she was really putting muscle into the job! I knew or at least hoped! I must have twisted out of position because Officer Martin paused, gripped my pussy with her spanking hand and raised me back into position -- butt up and legs spread.

But I think I can make this work to your advantage Do you know anyone who could do that? There was nothing to do but lie on my bunk with my legs open.

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I had never been with a lesbian, but a faintly erotic feeling started to well up "down there" and I wanted to believe she might protect me while I was locked up. Still wearing only a thin gown, Karen escorted me to a supply room filled with towels and inmate apparel.

The story begins after Lauren has reported to the jail to begin serving a 30 day sentence for civil disobedience I was taken into a small supply room used to strip search incoming females. Within a very short time I no longer cared if the other women were watching or Prison spanking stories my lady parts were openly on display -- I was sobbing uncontrollably from the sheer pain of the spanking I was getting. My bottom was quickly lit on fire and I cried out in pain while trying to wiggle out from under her hot hand.

I have it to this day still turns me on!

Speaking in a low voice she said chided "you ARE a bad girl! On several occasions we joked about my needing a spanking. I was naked for an entire restless night, but when morning came, Prison spanking stories Martin was there. So thinking about Officer Martin's offhand remark about my needing a spanking got me a bit "squishy" at night lying in my cell bunk. Although I've been "recreationally" spanked since, I would never want to undergo pain at that level again. I was being whipped like a little girl in front of these grim looking jail matrons. We were then escorted to solitary cells to be "cooled off.

It felt like betrayal. You saw women of all shapes and sizes, behind bars, in varying states of undress, using the toilets, often wearing only underwear and sometimes completely naked as they waited to take a shower. I was also given the plastic baggie I had been instructed to bring with my toothbrush, etc.

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Jail was horrible -- hot it was summerovercrowded and all hard surfaces. Officer Martin told me she liked that fact I maintained my appearance and several times complimented my looks. You could never get comfortable and we were continuously locked up in the "pen" area to which our cells opened. Right after that things got better as one of the guards brought me a hospital-style gown and rubber sandals. Next I was issued jail issue clothing -- three pairs of ugly white panties and bras, three pairs of white socks, flip flops and two grey jail shifts, size small, with "INMATE" on the back. I didn't do anything!

I took it as a I had gone completely mad. This was a tremendous turn on for me and, eventually, I persuaded her to put it in writing.

Apparently being stark naked in a cell was part of the cooling off process. When a large "butch" inmate started shoving me around one afternoon, guards rushed in and pushed us both to the floor where we were handcuffed. Most of the women had been in jail before and had long since dropped any pretense of modesty.

Wiping the smile off my face I Prison spanking stories "thank you ma'am," and assumed the classic position with my naked butt facing the door. Officer Martin didn't miss a thing! She was all business in her regulation guard uniform, but seemed understanding. Officer Martin looked at me grinning and said "you don't really need to be locked up, you just need a good spanking. That spanking was probably against camp policy she had yanked my pants and panties down out in the woods and given me a few swats with her hand on my bare bottom but I never told anyone about it because, frankly, it left me with strange, erotic feelings.

It seemed like the spanking would never end! After about a week of this budding friendship, however, I began to catch some sharp comments from the other inmates who seemed to think I was becoming her pet -- and even the other guards were harder on me. Always a bit of a "preppie," I tried to keep a neat appearance in my jail shift, even Prison spanking stories it was ill fitting and uncomfortable.

It just had to be viewed as part of the whole "jail-punishment" thing. With one final flourish, however -- the hardest smacks yet received and which left me screaming in agony -- the punishment was finally over. The idea of being in jail was scary and having Officer Martin like me enough to protect me was somewhere among my confused and jumbled thoughts. I began to suspect she had a little crush on me, so I was quick to smile and flirt when in her presence. A really stupid mistake. The guards ased to the segregation cells kept a constant watch, making even masturbation impossible.

It's really humiliating to have to spread your buttocks open and let a stranger shine a flashlight up and down your bottom and genital openings -- but being asked to separate your labia is really the pits.

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As I slid down this last vestige of my pride, I noticed that the matron -- an attractive officer named "Martin" - was sneaking looks at me. I've masturbated remembering the incident many times. She couldn't know that I had harbored fantasies about being spanked ever since, some years back, I provoked a summer camp counselor into punishing me.