Stewart glanced apprehensively at the two new arrivals. The wardress was in her early twenties with her short plump body amply filling her uniform. Her dark hair was short in the extreme with the lower half almost shaved to the scalp. The Nurse was another of the trainees with a well-scrubbed face and hair in a bun behind her head. She could scarcely be twenty years of age but she had the superior stance and expression of a much older woman. In her hand was a long shiny chain connected to a thick leather collar that clinked every time her hand moved. He looked behind the group for an accompanying dog but saw nothing. The wardress gave an icy smile of welcome to Miss Waterson.

" I do hope that you have finished with this male for the time being. Nurse Penrite and I have been told to carry out a surprise check of one of the dormitories and we have an idea that he could be useful. You know how we usually detect the ones that have been masturbating by their odour? Well, we thought that we could train this male in the same way as they train sniffer dogs. That way we don't have to do the revolting job ourselves and, as a bonus, the prisoners will feel really mortified at being assessed by a male. I took the precaution of borrowing this alsatian's dog lead so that we can keep Stewart under control. Looking at his erection, the sooner we have him collared the better!"

Miss Waterson joined in the girlish giggles as the nurse carefully fastened the thick leather collar around Stewart's neck, giving it a sharp tug that pulled him sideways. She mentioned that she was free for the rest of the night so was invited to join the inspection team. Between them they decided that Stewart should remain naked and collect his clothes later. Donning their heavy uniform topcoats, hats and gloves they left the guardroom and marched briskly along the pathways towards the accommodation blocks.

None of them gave a thought for Stewart. It was a bitterly cold night with a steady drizzle and a chilling wind. The dog lead ensured that he kept position on Miss Waterson who gave frequent tugs so that he followed closely. The smooth pathway was soon replaced by a gravel track with the a noisy crunch from the uniformed boots of the staff . Any of Stewart's attempts to slow down to ease the pain of the sharp gravel on his naked feet was rewarded with more impatient tugs to his neck collar.

The brisk pace continued with the staff chatting idly amongst themselves as they marched across a large grass area. Miss Waterson commented that she felt it was almost unfair to punish females for doing what came naturally. She volunteered the fact that she couldn't manage without some sexual relief and she was only too pleased that the rule about self-abuse didn't include the staff. The wardress replied that she felt the same way but, as far as the prisoners were concerned, they were there to learn obedience and the more difficult it was to follow orders, the better it was for their training. She went on to confide that the reason she had selected this particular dormitory was to "sort out" one of the females. It seemed that she had given the wardress a look of contempt earlier in the day when an order was given to another prisoner. Rather than simply lay on three strokes of the strap she had decided to set up the "stuck up bitch" so that she could really punish her.

The Nurse joked that with Stewart on the lead and not a real dog, at least they didn't have to stop at every tree. Miss Waterson said that she would see about that and led him over to an isolated lamp post, ordering him to get down on all fours.

" This could be your last opportunity to relieve yourself for a while boy so lets see you cock your leg and do the business." She ordered.

Stewart slowly and obediently raised his right knee until it nearly touched the post. He wanted to get inside as soon as possible so concentrated hard on overcoming his embarrassment and starting the flow. Fortunately his bladder was reasonably full and within seconds a trickle became a steady stream which, because of his partially deflated member, mainly ran down the inside of his left thigh.

A sudden force seemed to grip the very end of his penis and throw his body to the wet grass. He was aware of the loud female laughter and realised that while he was concentrating, the wardress had quietly unclipped her electric prodder and placed the tip in his stream of urine where it contacted his thigh. She had then pressed the discharge button.

"There you are Stewart," Miss Waterson said between outbreaks of uncontrolled laughter, "Now you know how dogs feel when they pee against lamposts!"

The staff waited whilst Stewart resumed his flow and until he had finished, leaving a steaming puddle on the grass. He was ordered shivering to his feet and the march continued. They soon reached one of the long accommodation blocks and, urging each other to silence, went inside. They tip-toed along the almost blackened corridors and found themselves outside the dormitory. Softly and quietly they moved inside with the Nurse finding the main light switch where she stood awaiting her orders.

Simultaneously the bright overhead lights crashed on and the wardress's loud voice shouted them all awake and at attention by the foot of their beds, six either side of the room. Twelve confused and sleepy females sprang to their positions and stood with tousled hair blinking in the light. They all wore the regulation short thin smock with thin shoulder straps, the length scarcely covering the regulation white panties. Other than that they were bare and the lack of breast support was noticeable as the larger females jumped out of their beds. They stood rigidly at attention, heels together, toes apart, hands at sides, shoulders well back and eyes straight ahead. A familiar scent of sleeping femininity reached Stewart's nostrils as he waited behind the uniformed staff. He noticed Miss Waterson slipping out of the room and wondered what she was up to.

The young plump wardess stood in front of them slipping off her coat:

"My name is Miss Seaton and tonight I am in your dormitory to carry out a surprise inspection. I will be particularly concerned with ensuring that none of you have offended against rule 59(a). Just to remind you, Nurse Penrite will now read that out.

The young nurse stood in front of the females and opening the Correction Centre Rules at the appropriate page, commenced to read in a girlish voice:

"Rule 59(a). It is expressly forbidden to carry out any form of sexual activity without a direct order from a member of the staff. This includes the prisoner touching or stimulating either herself or another prisoner in any way that could be considered sexual in nature. Care must be taken when carrying out personal hygiene tasks to ensure that no sexual or pleasurable element is present.

Should any member of staff consider that this rule has been infringed in the slightest the offence is to be reported for the Squad Wardress to investigate and punish. In the event the staff member is of the opinion that masturbation has occurred or is about to occur a summary punishment of six to nine strokes of the cane may be immediately awarded across the naked buttocks without any reference to the normal judicial procedures. The normal punishment limitations to junior ranks do not apply.

Prisoners are warned that on the spot inspections may be carried out at any time to check for infractions and that there is no appeal against a guilty decision or punishment."

"Any questions?" demanded Miss Seaton. "If you have been obeying the Centre rules, you have nothing to fear, if on the other hand, you have been touching yourselves you will be in for a very unpleasant experience."

At this point Miss Waterson returned having collected three of the canes from the punishment room, she handed them to Miss Seaton who, walking slowly between the two ranks, flexed each in turn and then carried out a few practice swishes through the air. A visible shudder went through the frames of several of the prisoners. She stopped in front of a tall well-built woman of about 35 years and casually lifted her chin up with the tip of one of the canes.

"Well, well, little Miss Rogers, fancy meeting you here tonight," she said in a soft sarcastic tone. "I do so hope that you have been a good girl, otherwise." and she smiled broadly at the now terrified woman. She then addressed the whole group:

"In case you are wondering what this male prisoner is doing here take note of his dog collar. We will be using Stewart to sniff out those who have been exciting themselves and those who we think may have been exciting themselves. You will be told to take up a position and our tame hound here will stick his muzzle around your rears. But first he will check your fingers. You will stand with your arms out front, parallel to the floor hands one foot apart and fingers spread. MOVE!"

The by now wide-awake prisoners leapt to the position. The Nurse seized the dog chain and pulled Stewart after her until he was standing in front of the first female.

He avoided looking into her face, thankful that this was a group he had only seen at a distance before. He carefully sniffed each of the extended fingers but detected no scents. The same applied to the next girl but as he approached Rogers Miss Seaton whispered in his ear.

"It's your decision Stewart, but unless you want this cane across your balls, you will find this one guilty".

What choice did he have, he thought to himself. This one was in for a thrashing whatever he thought and there would be no point in having his testicles hit again that evening in a futile gesture of defiance. He looked at her face. She was attractive and stared back hoping for mercy from him and yet with the look of resignation that so many prisoners displayed when the inevitable could not be avoided. He carefully smelt round her finger-tips, detected no scents at all but turned to Miss Seaton and muttered that he thought this one might have been "at it".

The woman was ordered to stand on the far side of the room and the inspection continued. With the next girl there was no doubt. Stewart could smell the tell-tail scents of aroused femininity when his nose was still inches from the shaking fingers. This time he only had to glance at Miss Seaton for the girl to be sent to the door area. Stewart, only too aware of the chain connecting him to the nurse was determined to make this event a low risk occasion for himself and was in no hurry to finish the job. No one gave an order to lower the hands after each inspection and so when Stewart was ten minutes into the inspection, all the female prisoners were suffering from arm cramps with their outstretched arms trembling in protest. The only ones who were not sent to join the offenders' group were those who had no possible scent to their fingers. One had probably only collected the slightest trace of urine during a toilet visit, another, had possibly scratched an itch in some personal area. Both were sent to join the group which, at the end of the search when the order to lower the arms had been given, had grown to five in number.

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