Stewart spent a restless night in the cell, but other than being given a plate of food and mug of water he was left much to himself by the various policewomen as they changed shifts. At nine o'clock in the morning, his ordeal commenced.

One of the day shift policewomen unlocked his cell door and called him out. He was told to follow her "And march smartly boy!" As he marched three feet behind her he saw the whole layout of the correctional centre for the first time. They marched briskly past signs that pointed to "Prisoners Dormitories", "Parade Ground" and "Running Track". As they passed the swimming pool he could see a group of female prisoners swimming enthusiastically up and down the pool. They seemed, from a distance, to be enjoying themselves. Stewart was unable to see the thin semi-transparent one-piece swimming costumes and the straps carried by one of the guards to ensure that "enthusiasm" was maintained and slacking rewarded. Had he been closer he would have seen the white taught flesh of the females bodies and heard the chattering teeth caused by the specially chilled water that was scarcely above freezing.

As the march continued he took stock of his escort. She was of average height and build with fair hair at shoulder level. She was dressed in the Wardress uniform of grey jacket and skirt with white shirt and black tie. A grey bowler type hat with a dipped brim at the front and with a large gold badge on the front sat on her head. On the shoulders of the jacket were two small gold stars. Her black knee boots completed the uniform and the metal studs in the boots clipped along the pathways adding to the impression of total authority.

Unlike the policewomen that he had met there was no heavy equipment belt carrying handcuffs and a baton visible. Instead, the end of a leather strap and a thin black rod with silver rings around the tip hung down below her lower jacket edge. As they passed another wardess and the two exchanged greetings, Stewart was even more puzzled about this piece of equipment. On the other wardress, who was not wearing a jacket, he could see that it hooked to her belt and was connected to a small square pouch by what looked like a coiled telephone cord.

Following a sign to "Medical Examination and Treatment Centre" they walked into what looked and smelt like any other medical facility. But no other hospital that Stewart had visited had ever had all the people in the waiting room dressed in identical uniforms. He was told to take a seat amongst the females and await a call.

There were eight females waiting. Their uniforms were similar to the one the girl had worn last night prior to her beating. All sat nervously playing with their hands awaiting the call. The lady opposite Stewart must have been around forty. Slightly plump, she looked totally out of place in the schoolgirl blouse and skirt. Next to her sat an exceedingly attractive blonde of around 24 years of age. She was tall with a full figure thrusting out of the blouse.

The ceiling speaker clicked on "532 stand up". The plump older woman sprang to her feet. "Weekly weight check for overweight prisoners. Room 8" the woman marched out of the waiting area and could be heard knocking on a door and entering a room.

"378 stand up". The gorgeous longhaired blonde sprang to her feet. "Pre-punishment medical examination. Room 4". With a look of total terror she marched away.

Then suddenly a muffled "no number yet. Stewart stand up. Admission medical examination Room 3". Thankful that he would be experiencing some privacy, Stewart marched to the door marked 3. He knocked. The door was opened by a young nurse scarcely older than a schoolgirl. Her young innocent face wore little make up and her long dark hair hung down to her shoulders. She was slim with small breasts and wore a light blue uniform indicating that she was a student nurse. Young as she was however, she still carried the obvious authority that her position in the Centre accorded her.

"Damn it.we have drawn the short straw. We have to give one of the males his examination," She said over her shoulder. Another older nurse joined her in the doorway in her late twenties dressed in the dark blue uniform of a fully qualified nurse. She was around 5'10 tall with fair hair tied in a severe bun at the back of her head. Attractive, but cold and unsmiling, she was a little overweight with her noticeably large breasts thrusting at the front of the uniform dress held tight at the waist by a broad black cotton belt.

"I see what you mean, I hate examining these pervs with their filthy bodies.still someone has to do it I suppose.get in here boy".

Stewart entered what seemed to be a large cubicle with curtains making the far wall. The main feature was the gynaecological bench with stirrups but he also took in the bright lights, the trays of steel instruments and the stainless steel bucket on the floor.

"Strip completely and put your clothes in the plastic bag" ordered the senior nurse. Reluctantly Stewart removed the clothes he had travelled and slept in and put them in the open bag. He thought hard about trying to keep his pants on but the look on the nurse's face caused an immediate change of mind.

He stood apprehensively in front of the two females who were eyeing him casually up and down. "Hands at you side " snapped the junior nurse as he tried to cover his crotch from their gaze.

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