In-Correction Exerpt

Chapter 5

“What are you doing?” I asked, now worried that she was going to beat me where I stood.

But the guard started unbuttoning her shirt and explained, “Having lunch.” and unbuckled her utility belt, “My way.” and tossed it out of the cell.

Hopefully, she wasn’t planning on eating me alive but I lost all caring when I saw her black bra appear. Next, patent leather shoes flew out into the hallway and I swear, the sound of her zipper echoed off the stone walls. Shrugging her shirt off, she flipped it into the hallway using her baton.

“Ok, this is going to be epic.” I declared and received a sharp sting from the baton on my thigh for the remark.

“Don’t talk, just obey.” she reprimanded, and emptied the contents of her pants onto the top bunk. Stepping back, she wiggled out of the pants.

Matching thong panties and knee-high stockings were left for me to lust over as the pants flew out to meet the apparel in the hall. I had never personally seen a girl with a six-pack before, and the hourglass shape of such a fit body seemed almost God-like. With no control over myself, my free hand raised to touch the breasts before me. But the stern look stopped me, and I swallowed the lump in my throat as I lowered my hand.

I thought she had taken me up on the offer since the warden didn’t seem interested in it, but I didn’t have the courage to ask without permission to speak. That thought dissipated as she cupped a globe and tucked the bra under it.

“Lick it.” she commanded, pointing it at me.

Mesmerized by the nipple, no longer restrained and as it beaded up before me, I anxiously went after it with my mouth. The handcuffs stopped me shy of the target and I gave it a tug to get more length out of it. She leaned closer towards my gaping mouth and wagging tongue, stopping just shy of letting it touch.

Torture, that’s what it was. She was just teasing me with it. Aggravation sat in and I yanked on the cuffs trying to pull the bed away from the wall. Unyielding, I gave up and tried again to get to my target, wagging my tongue at the tip.

She moved closer and my tongue hit the mark and then it entered my mouth. I sucked it in, feeling its hardness as I raked my tongue over it. But she struck me on my ass causing me to lose my suction and rub the sudden pain away.

“I said lick.” she scolded, watching my frustration peak.

I huffed and puffed, clenched my teeth, fighting the urge to vent. But she cupped the other breast and tucked the bra under it. I didn’t want to give her the pleasure of seeing me pant for it, but I had to when I watched the nub tighten up.

Again, she offered it to me and yet again, it was just out of reach. Slowly, she leaned forward and approached my mouth. Catching myself, I stopped my slobbering and just licked the bud.

“Good boy.” she cooed, taking the nipple away. She glanced at my sex and said, “Get it up.” poking it with her rod.

I looked down at my half-erect stance, realizing that her teasing had turned me on but, the swatting turned me off just as much. Not knowing what she wanted me to do about it, I just stood there looking at it.

“Come on, work on it;” she urged, tapping on my shaft with her weapon, “I want it hard.”

Reluctantly, I lowered my hand and grabbed myself. I looked her in the eyes as I started to stroke it. Her officer cap sporting the correctional institute’s logo cast a shadow over her face leaving her red lips in the light. Looking for motivation, I lowered my eyes to her breasts, crushed together by the bra, sporting the two hard nipples pointing at me.

She took her eyes off of my work and followed my gaze to her chest. “Like what you see?” she asked and followed her words with a strike at my thigh.

That jolted me out of my fixation on her nipples, and I stopped my masturbation.

“Just have to have something to get off on?” she asked and watched me nod in agreement.

Her free hand dove into her panties and I watched her work it in a circle. Pulling her hand out, she brought it up to my face with the middle finger extended. Her opposite hand brought the rod up and she pressed it under my chin, keeping my mouth closed. I could smell her scent as the glistening, wet, finger approached.

Slowly, she wiped it under my nose and then over my lips. Tilting her head to the side, as if daring me to make a move, she said, “Now, stick out your tongue.” emphasizing the word “stick”.

My tongue protruded out of my mouth and she stopped me where it was. Not trusting me, she wiped her finger over it. I couldn’t resist. Whether it was ego or spitefulness, or that I wasn’t going to be treated like a puppet, I plunged her finger into my mouth and sucked.

Her reaction was immediate. First, her finger was jerked out of my mouth. The same hand slapped my face. The rod left my chin and struck my manhood with one swipe, causing it to whip back up and slap my belly. The hand that slapped me clutched my balls and she applied pressure, causing me to bend over.

The thought, ‘Careful what you wish for.’ crossed my mind as shooting pain forced me to plead, “I’m sorry!” repeatedly. The fantasy I had of Jones beating my ass wasn’t as exciting as I’d anticipated feeling the pressure applied to my testicles.

She let go of my sack and I turned my back to her, cupping my balls and taking a knee. But the punishment wasn’t over as the rod laid a stripe across my ass. Instinct made me take my hand off of my achy balls and cover my backside.

“Move you hand!” she demanded, pressing a stocking-clad foot against my back.

I was forced to bend over the bottom bunk and I moved my hand to adjust myself on the musty-smelling mattress.