Just Another Day on the Tuttle County Farm

 

Authors note: This is another of my Tuttle stories and while most are stand-a-lones, reading the story below (Tuttle Fruit Farm) will provide some understanding of Mae, the leading character in this story and an inmate at the County Work Farm.  Next, the image above while not perfect, gives a pretty good representation of the position, I envisioned, that inmates must assume while being given their 'reminders'.

Just Another Day on the Tuttle County Farm
by Tiredny

Mae sat uncomfortably on the long bus ride back to the County Farm, shifting in her seat as the minutes dragged on. After the sound strapping from Farmer Brown, Mae wished she could stand for the ride, but that was not allowed. Many before her had asked for permission to stand only to be refused.  According to the COs it had something to do with insurance; so, sit she must, even though the seats were hard, the road was bumpy, and the bus had a very stiff suspension.

Uncomfortable as she was, Mae had much bigger worries. It was standard procedure for anyone punished on the contract farms to get a “reminder to behave” upon returning to prison.  Were these “reminders” guaranteed?  In short, NO!  Like everything else, consistency was never considered a virtue at the County Women's Work Farm. Nevertheless, these “reminders” occurred often enough and were usually triggered by a notice of punishment from the contract farm.

Mae knew that Farmer Brown rarely send this notice; he was far too busy to be bothered with “needless paperwork”. Nonetheless, somehow COs knew you had been disciplined.  It was never clear how this happened, but Mae was convinced there were “snitches” among her fellow inmates.  During the entire ride back, Mae's overriding though was: 'I really, really don't want a paddling.  My behind is sore enough from Farmer Brown's attentions.'

 

~00O00~

 

Paddlings in general were ranked low in terms of severity on the County Farm.  Most inmates had attended Tuttle High where typically students would get anywhere from a half dozen to a dozen paddlings during their four years.  In addition to these, inmates frequently got paddled at the County Farm for minor indiscretions.  

Thus it's true: most of the inmates had built up a pretty good pain tolerance. Unfortunately, the COs were well aware of this and consequently, when they paddled, they swung with more than adequate force. 

For major transgressions, the inmates would find themselves in the Punishment Room, secured over a barrel, and getting the prison strap severely applied to their bare behinds.  

Contrary to these formal punishments, the 'reminder' paddlings were most often fairly tame. Naturally, prison politics could influence the severity of any one 'reminder'. So until they actually began, it was impossible for inmates to know how harsh the upcoming 'reminder' would be.

~00O00~

 

Eventually Mae's bus arrived and began unloading along with three other buses.  First step in unloading is to line up and be checked off by a CO.  Idea is that every inmate sent to a farm must be accounted for upon return. Mae approached the CO and gave her name and inmate number. 

CO's response was, “Oh, yes Mae.  Looks like you've been a naughty girl and are due for a 'reminder'. This is not your first 'reminder'.  You know the procedure so go get in line.”

'Shit! Fuck! Double Shit!' were Mae's first thoughts as she headed to the punishment line.  'If I ever find out who snitched on me, that bitch will be losing some teeth!' came next.

Upon approaching the line, Mae saw there were five already there. Immediately in front of her was her friend, Mary Agnes.  “Maggie, what are you doing here?” asked Mae.

“Hi, Mae!  Well, the weather was so fabulous today; I just thought it would be a good day for a paddling.  What about you?”

“Well, I thought it would be a good day to mouth off to my foreman. Already got a hard strapping for it. My bottom is sore as hell, and I really, really don't need a paddling.”

“What a surprise!  Me too, Mae.  Only I didn't do anything.  Literally... I didn't do anything!  Like I missed my quota by country mile. Nobody has a sense of humor anymore. I mean don't you think, Mae, that in weather this nice it's better to talk and tell jokes... than to pick stupid fruit?”

“Absolutely!  Only I fear, we'd find plenty who disagree with us.”

“Yeah, afraid so.  This line is getting long.  What are we up to... eight?”

“Yep, eight and I see another heading this way.  Looks like nine today for the paddle.  By the way, do you know who is going to paddle us?” queried Mae.

“Yes, I heard the tall, blonde CO, named Frida, has Punishment Detail today.”

“Yeah, I know who you mean.  She's paddled me a number of times already and it really wasn't too bad,” offered Mae.

“Well, it might NOT be so bearable today.  Word is, the Warden gave her an earful about not enforcing discipline strictly enough.”

“Crap!  That doesn't sound encouraging.  My behind is really sore from the strapping I got.  The welts are still throbbing.  A hard paddling on those would be murder.  What do you think, Maggie, about requesting a 'bedtime' punishment?”

“I don't know, Mae. Those pre-lights out spankings are much, much worse than these five swatters.  On the other hand, with an application of salve we might be able to get these welts to reduce, which would make the spanking far more bearable.  You are right about how bad it is getting paddled on top of fresh welts.  Why don't we watch those in front of us and decide based upon how they fare?”

“Good idea, Maggie.  When we get a chance, I want you to look at my welts and let me...”

“Quiet! Get in a straight line and listen up!” shouted the tall, blonde 35-year-old CO. “You are all here because of your failure to behave properly on a contract farm. I don't know what you did, and I don't care.  You know what you did, and you are each getting a five swat 'reminder' to NOT repeat your offense.”

A collective groan arose from the assembled line and several “No's” were heard which infuriated the CO. “Alright, if you can't take a simple five swats with some decorum, let's try seven swats. Now, I want to hear a clear 'thank you ma'am' or it will be ten swats.”

Rather quickly a series of “Thank you, ma'am's” was chorused by the fearful inmates.

“That's better, but it's still seven swats.  With me is CO Barnes, who is new and will be assisting.  Pay attention to the directions I give to the first inmate as time is short, and dinner will be served shortly. Alright, everyone drop your underpants to your ankles.”

Once again groans echoed, but everyone immediately reached up under their calf-length, steel-gray prison dresses to lower their underpants to their ankles.  Given the current mood of this CO, no one dared exhibit even a hint of hesitation in complying. So now there were nine inmates in line with their white underwear clearly visible and resting on their shoes.  Any passing inmates or COs knew exactly what this meant; it was no secret what was in store for those nine inmates.

“We'll proceed in the order you are lined up.  You...” (and the CO in charge pointed to the first inmate, who looked to be in her late teens) “step forward and put your feet on the footprints painted on the floor.”  There were two footprints inside a rectangular box about 2 feet wide by 3 feet long painted in orange on the cement floor.  “Listen up!  Once your feet are in position, you partially bend over, sticking your backsides out.  CO Barnes will lift your dresses up and hand you the ribbons on your shoulders.”  (All prison dresses had a pair of 6-inch ribbons sewn-in on the insides at the back about a foot from the hem. Purpose of these was for inmates to hold their dresses high and out of the way while being punished.) 

“You should grasp these ribbons securely when passed to you. After receiving a swat, should you let go of the ribbons, the swat does not count and will be repeated. This is considered a 'fault' or failure on your part.  Should you step out of the 'batter's box', that is also a 'fault' and the swat will be repeated. Upon three 'faults', you will be sent to the end of the line and repeat your 'reminder'.  Now, you've all been paddled before, so let's not have any nonsense.  Take your swats with a minimum of fuss and keep your language civil. CO Barnes can call 'faults' for any behavior not consistent with accepting your punishment with dignity or correct attitude.”

Nothing new here; they've all heard it before.  What varied from CO to CO was the intensity of the swats and the other eight inmates were watching very closely.  CO Barnes passed the heavy prison paddle to her superior, lifted the dress, and passed the ribbons to the bent over inmate.  Mae and Maggie were expecting to see a bare bottom with numerous welts similar to those decorating their own hind ends. Instead, what they saw was a bottom devoid and any welts; just two well-formed milk-white globes and three small black and blue bruises.

“Mae, she only got three paddle swats on the farm today!” 

“I see,” answered Mae, “Can you imagine? She got three swats and now she's getting a 'reminder' of seven paddle swats?!  Is that crazy or what? I mean, only in Tuttle could this happen.”

As they were chatting quietly, the first swat landed with a  CCRACCKKK!! that echoed loudly in the hallway.

“OWWWW!” yelled the inmate, but in spite of her short time on the County Farm, she held both her position and the ribbons. (Actually, being only a year or two out of Tuttle High, she would have most likely experienced paddlings in the AP's office on multiple occasions.  Some of these, no doubt, would have been on the bare and if lucky... administered by one of the male APs.  Everyone knew that the female APs paddled a lot harder than their male counterparts.)

“Holy shit!” exclaimed Mae. “Maggie, she is paddling full force!  I mean, way, way harder than she ever paddled me.  Not only is she paddling hard, but she has clearly practiced landing the paddle squarely. I mean, look at how she positions her feet and shoulders so that that paddle lands squarely on both cheeks at exactly the same time. Swats that hard and covering both hind cheeks will be murder on any welts.  Maggie, quick take a look. How bad are they?”  As she asked, she turned her back to Maggie and lifted her dress exposing her entire posterior.

Maggie looked at the heavily welted rear end and responded, “You are right, Mae.  Your welts are close to a half inch thick, very red and really sore looking. If Frida continues to paddle that hard, no way will you be able to hold position.  You are also right about her accuracy.  You can see on that inmate's behind where the paddle landed. It looks like a red rash, but in shape of a paddle. Now, check me out.”  At that, Mary Agnes turned and showed Mae her well whipped backside.  “What do you think?”

“Maggie, we are in the same boat.  When that paddle hits your welts, you'll be leaping out of that 'batter's box'. Let's keep watching and hope the CO either eases up after the initial swat or shows mercy on severely whipped behinds.”

There was no 'easing' as the CO continued to slam that paddle into the first inmate with full force on each and every swat. On the third swat, the inmate screeched and begged, “Oh pleaaseee Ma'am, NOT so hard! GAWD IT HURTS!”

“Don't be silly. All of you, listen up!  If I don't whack this paddle into your hind ends with force, you'll completely forget about this 'reminder'. Just keep your bottoms still and accept your well-deserved discipline,” answered CO Frida. 

Waiting inmates watched wide eyed as the 'reminder' was being dispensed and worried about how they could possibly take such hard swats on their sore hindquarters.  This CO was swinging so hard, it was as if she wanted to cause 'faults' and thus, extend the punishment.

On the fifth swat, the inmate shrieked and shrieked again, whipping her head back in total agony.  She took a small step, but remained in the box holding her position with her sore cheeks jutting out awaiting further paddle strokes. Her luck ran out on the seventh swat, as she jumped forward too far and CO Barnes called the fault. 

“Betty Jean, get back in position. That last swat will be repeated!” yelled CO Frida.

“Yes, ma'am,” moaned the crying inmate as she returned to the footprints, took hold of the ribbons, and bent over.  All eyes were on her as they hoped this extra swat would be her last.  The Punishment Officer slammed the paddle down hard on the obediently presented hind cheeks....  CCRACKKKKKKK!!

“YYYYIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! NO MORE!  PLEASE NO MORE!!!” screamed Betty Jean, as her bottom wiggled and twisted in agony, but her feet remained inside the box, and she kept her bottom in position for another stroke.

“Much better, Betty Jean!  Your 'reminder' is complete. I just hope you remember what happens when you misbehave on contract farms. Next up!”

Betty Jean leaped to her feet, frantically grabbing both hind cheeks, which wobbled up and down as she attempted to reduce the intense, smarting pain.  Still crying, she pulled up her underpants and scrambled off to dinner.

Next inmate in line stepped on the footprints and bent over.  As she was handed those ribbons, her bare backside came into view.  Her hind cheeks were severely welted and raw, just as Mae's and Maggie's.

Upon viewing, Mae observed, “She definitely got strapped for her misbehavior and in a manner consistent with County Work Farm procedures.  Her 'reminder' will help us a lot in deciding what to do.  For one, we'll see whether CO Frida shows any mercy to well a whipped hind end and next, we'll see how an inmate with a really sore bottom responds to Frida's paddle.”

Once again, the hallway was reverberating with a loud  CCRRACCKKKK!!!

Mae's hope for mercy on damaged backsides was put to rest with the very first swat.  It almost seemed like the CO swung harder, but that might be an illusion caused by the inmate's ferocious response to her initial stroke.  She screamed and bucked in total agony.  As Mary Agnes predicted, hard paddle swats on those terribly sore welts were simply unbearable.

This inmate retained position on the first and second swats, but failed miserably on the third...  WWHHACKKKKK!!!

She responded with: “GAWD IT HURTS! IT HUUUUUURRRRTTTTSSS SOOOO MUUCH!” At the same time, she dropped her ribbons, grabbed with both hands her throbbing hind cheeks and jumped outside the batter's box.

CO Barnes immediately called out, “That's two faults, ma'am!”

“What??” replied a perplexed CO.

“It's two faults, ma'am.  She moved outside the box, and she let go of the ribbons.”

“Barnes, she has to take the stroke again as she failed to take without a fault.  We don't count multiple faults on a single stroke,” explained a baffled CO Frida.

Knowing she would have to repeat the stroke, the inmate immediately got back into position.  She took her remaining strokes and while she held position, it was not without some serious screaming, begging and wild wigglings of her inflamed hindquarters.

So, with two down, it was time for the third inmate in line to step into the “batter's box” and be punished.  Upon being passed her ribbons, what was revealed was a pair of jutting posterior globes with a prominent overhang. Like the previous inmate, number 3 also had received a standard County Farm strapping.  Welts on her backside were numerous and everywhere. She started out OK, but soon the pain became overwhelming.  On the fourth swat, she bolted out of the box screaming, “OH, OH, OOOHHHH, it HUUURRRTTTTTTS, oh God it's awful. I can't stand this, oh please, I can't, I can't, I can't. IT HURTS, IT HURTS, IT HURTS!”

CO Frida told her to calm down and get back into position.  She did, and immediately faulted again, and that was followed by a third fault.  She was consequently sent back in line for a total repeat.  Crying loudly and begging for mercy, she slowly walked back to the end of the line.

Seeing this, Mary Agnes turned to Mae and said, “I've seen enough!  I'm requesting a bedtime spanking; otherwise, I'll end up just like her.”

Before Mae could respond, the CO called for the next in line. Mary Agnes said, “Ma'am, it's a long line and dinner is now being served.  I respectfully request a pre-lights out punishment.”

“What!?” replied CO Frida, “Mary Agnes, are you certain you understand the significance of your request?” 

“Yes, ma'am.  They are usually quite a bit more severe, but... it's better for both of us.”

“Very well. Go to dinner. Barnes! Mark her down for a 'bedtime'.”

Then Mae was called, and she made the same request with the same result.

 

~00O00~

 

Shortly after dinner Mary Agnes came into Mae's cell/room (cells consisted of two bunk beds and Maggie's room was adjacent to Mae's).  In her hands, Mary Agnes carried a rather large tin of healing salve or “magic salve” as the inmates called it. In truth, there was nothing “magic” about it. It was a prison issued balm which burns terribly upon being applied and only begins soothing after 5 minutes of intense smarting. It does, however, reduce swelling and welts allowing prisoner's bottoms to be punished again after a relatively short time.

Mary Agnes handed the tin to Mae and said, “You do me and then, I'll do you.  After two hours we'll need to repeat. Mae, we simply must shrink the swelling in these welts. Otherwise, we'll be in for a terrible time during our upcoming 'bedtimes'.”

“OK, Maggie.  I sure hope this works as trading that 'reminder' for a 'bedtime' was my idea,” answered Mae.

“Mae, your suggestion was a good one. This salve really works! And no matter what, I saw how bad that 'reminder' would be on fresh, sore welts. There was no way I could have taken it without earning countless penalty swats. We are in this together, Mae.  All we can do is make the best of a bad situation.”

 

~00O00~

 

Thirty minutes later having successfully applied the salve, Mae and Mary Agnes were standing in the common area chatting quietly.  Norma Jean, an experienced and older inmate, approached the duo and said, “WOW!  Do you guys look happy!  What happened your dog died?”

“I wish,” said Mary Agnes.  “We're both scheduled for 'bedtime' spankings.”

“Oh nooo!  That's awful,” replied Norma Jean and she follow-up with:  “Wait a minute! You weren't even here today. How is it possible that you earned a 'bedtime'?”

“Well, we requested one in place of a 'reminder' upon returning from the farms,” offered Mae.

“What!!!? Are you out of your ever lovin' minds?!  Everyone knows that 'bedtimes' are much, much more severe than 'reminders',” exclaimed Norma Jean.

“We know, but you should have seen how the 'reminders' were being dispensed today! Listen, I've heard that on occasion, Norma Jean, you can work something out with the officer on Punishment Duty,” stated Mary Agnes and probing further with: “Is there any chance...”

“It's true that sometimes I can work a deal for a reduction in severity.  Who is on Punishment Duty and dispensed today's 'reminders'?” asked Norma Jean.

“Corrections Officer Frida,” volunteered Mae.

“Oh Crap! Sorry, guys.  She is at the top of the warden's shit list for being too soft on inmates. She won't deal.  Actually, she can't deal. Sorry, guys!” explained Norma Jean, “Listen, I'll get Barbara Ann to requisition some ice packs from the kitchen. They'll help, but... obviously, NOT while you're getting IT. You know, guys, it's not the end of the world. You are both going to get a spanking, a very HARD spanking, but... but you've had worse. I mean, it's not like you're heading to the Punishment Room to be put over those barrels.”

“Yes, of course you are right, Norma Jean.  Thanks for thinking of the ice packs.  I just hope my hind end doesn't set them on fire,” joked Mary Agnes.

“Well, now that would be a first. Before I forget, I'd better locate Barbara Ann and arrange for her to get into the kitchen, so I'll be seeing you later...”

“Thanks ever so much!” chimed in Mae.

 

~00O00~

 

Four hours later and things had gone according to plan.  A second application of that “magic salve” had been applied two hours ago and their swollen welts had receded significantly.  As Norma Jean had promised, several sets of ice packs had been “acquired” and hidden away until they were needed.

All that remained was for the bedtime punishments to be delivered.  To that end, Mae and Mary Agnes were in the supply room which was the last room on their wing. (There was a supply room for each wing that housed 32 inmates.)  Both were dressed in their prison nightgowns with nothing on underneath and bare foot.  Everyone knew, that showing up with shoes or underpants on only irritated the Punishment Officer and resulted in harder spankings. As they awaited the arrival of CO Frida, they stood with their noses to the wall, bare feet on the cold cement floor, and hands on their heads. During their wait, however, they were permitted to talk, as these bedtime punishments were less ridged than the formal prison strappings dispensed in the Punishment Room.

 

~00O00~

 

There were many differences between the 'bedtimes' and those formal strappings.  Clothing for one was quite obvious.  Inmates wore their standard prison uniforms to the Punishment Room. Next huge difference was scope.  During 'bedtimes' one inmate at a time was punished; in the Punishment Room up to five inmates could be punished simultaneously. 

While awaiting the start of punishment, inmates in both stood with their hands on heads and noses to the wall. As mentioned earlier, inmates were not allowed to talk to each other at any time in the Punishment Room.  Further, once punishments began, inmates waiting their turn remained nose to the wall in the Punishment Room, but at 'bedtimes' were permitted, still hands on head, to watch punishments as they were being dispensed.  This was a major difference.  For being denied a view of the actual proceedings, the imaginations of those awaiting inmates ran wild.  They were simply overwhelmed with the screaming, begging, crying and howling of those being punished. Then, since they could not talk and console each other, many inmates began crying long before they received even a single stroke of punishment.

 

~00O00~

 

Fortunately, Mae and Mary Agnes were alone in the supply room.  That is, they were the only ones in their wing scheduled for a bedtime punishment.

Eventually CO Frida showed up and she had with her a clipboard and the famous hairbrush.  (Someone in prison admin got the bright idea that bedtime spankings should be delivered with hairbrushes, just like Tuttle women (daughters, wives, mothers-in-laws, sisters, sisters-in-law etc.) would get at home when they misbehaved. Theory was that 'bedtimes' were NOT awarded for major infractions. Childish behavior triggers them, so it's only logical that a childish punishment was the result.)  

Only problem was the brush in Frida's hands was NOT a hairbrush and looked nothing like a hairbrush.  It was much bigger and much heavier! It looked more like one of those pot scrubbing brushes used in kitchens, only it had never been used to scrub pots.  No, this brush had one purpose and one purpose only; that was to dispense punishment to misbehaving inmates on the County Women's Work Farm.

The CO looked at her clipboard briefly and began, “Let's see... we have Mary Agnes and Mae, the two who wimped out of today's 'reminder'. I don't know why you chickened out, but I'm determined it won't happen again. I will make every effort to persuade you of the lunacy in that decision. OK, get the stool out and get it locked down.”  

This stool resembled a bar stool only it was made totally out of metal and had a thick padded leather top.  Mae and Maggie dragged the stool to the center of the room, positioned each leg over the small hole in the floor, and rotated the handles on each of the four legs, so the stool became firmly bolted to the floor.  (This was a task with which they were all too well familiar.) They returned standing in front of the CO; naturally, with hands on heads and a little nervous due to the CO's ominous language.

“Any volunteers on who goes first?” asked the CO.

“I guess I might as well get this over with,” said Mary Agnes as she positioned herself over the stool and reached down to grab hold of one of the stool's steel trusses.

As she lifted Mary Agnes' nightgown high on her back, the CO asked, “Do you want me to hold your hands, Mary Agnes?”

“Thank you, ma'am, but I prefer to grab hold of the stool.  It provides firm support,” was the response from Mary Agnes.

CO Frida placed her left hand firmly on the small of the inmate's back and tapped the brush against the trim posterior with a generous overhand.  Maggie's welts were still visible, but the swelling had gone down significantly. 

“Remain in this position, Mary Agnes. This has to hurt for you to learn.  You asked for this in place of a simple reminder, and I'm determined to show you what a poor decision that was,” warned CO Frida. With that Frida took the brush back as far as she could and slammed it into the summit of Maggie's right bottom globe. 

CCRAACCKKK!!

The brush landed with such force Maggie's eyes bulged, and her mouth opened in shock, her vocal cords temporarily paralyzed. But she recovered her voice on the second strike, emitting a blood-curdling squeal as the brush bit.

Ignoring the anguished cries, CO Frida spanked the inmate's bare bottom, laying the brush on hard. Maggie's bottom flattened beneath the force of each blow, then sprang back, the formerly creamy white cheeks now mottled red with round bruises from the heavy brush.

Maggie yelled and screamed until she was hoarse. She wiggled her bottom from side to side, then leaned further over the stool upon impact of an upward stroke to her tender overhang, her feet kicking wildly as she blubbered and wailed.

Mae watched all of this with great deal of anxiety over her upcoming spanking. They knew it was going to be bad and... bad it was!

Finally, CO Frida was satisfied that she had taught Mary Agnes a lesson; a lesson she would NOT forget for a very long time.

Once let up, Mary Agnes returned her hands to her head, and it became her turn to watch her friend Mae's punishment.

Like Mary Agnes, Mae quickly assumed her position over the stool and immediately the CO lifted her nightgown high on her back baring her bottom for punishment.  With all the exercise Mae got working on that contract farm, her now naked, round, firm cheeks jutted out and split by a deep divide. Obviously, all that strenuous exercise increased the muscle mass in Mae's hind cheeks. 

CO Frida noticed that the welts on Mae's hind cheeks were significantly more pronounced than those on Maggie. While both had the benefit of that “magic salve”, Mae's were initially far more prominent as a testament to Farmer Brown's strength and work ethic. Frida knew that Mae would feel and react to her spanking even more frantically than Mary Agnes. Thus, she did not ask, but commanded, “Mae, reach back your hands and fold together in the small of your back.”

Once Mae obeyed, Frida grabbed Mae's wrists together with her left hand very tightly. She then smacked the brush as hard as she could into the obediently present bared bottom.

WWHHAACCKKK!!!

This brush flattened her cheek on impact, making it rock and dance.  Any inclination Mae had to take her punishment stoically rapidly evaporated as that heavy brush descend for very first stroke upon her bare cheeks. She howled and screamed with each additional spank. Her hind cheeks wiggled and bucked, but she never left position as CO Frida had her pinned to the stool with her strong left hand which locked Mae's wrists together. Nevertheless, the extraordinary gyrations of her bottom globes indicated just how much those brush strokes truly hurt.

“OH, OH GOD, OH GOD IT HUUUURTS, IT HUURTS, IT HUUUUURTS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BAD. PLE, PLEASE STOP, IT HUURTSSS,” Mae screeched.

Eventually, CO Frida decided that Mae had been punished enough and ceased spanking.  Mae crying and sobbing slowly got up and joined Mary Agnes with her hands on her head facing the CO.

“Well, it's a little unusual, but that was your 'reminder' to behave better on the contract farms. Now, put the stool back in the corner and then, get to bed.  But most importantly, behave yourselves on those farms!” shouted the angry CO as she gathered her clipboard and brush and headed to an adjacent wing's supply room to deliver more 'bedtimes'.

While Maggie and Mae walked, holding a throbbing cheek in each hand, back to their cells, Mae observed, “Well, Maggie, that certainly was dreadful; far, far worse than I expected. Now, my seat is really sore again. That brush, she spanked us with, hurt something awful and relit all the flames from my earlier strapping.”

“You can say that again,” replied Mary Agnes cradling her inflamed orbs in a desperate attempt to alleviate the horrendous, burning pain. “All things considered, Mae, I still think we made the right call. Had we stayed, I can only imagine how many times I'd have been sent to the back of the line to repeat my 'reminder'. It's just our bad luck that CO Frida was punishing so hard today.”

“I agree, Maggie.  Frida certainly wasn't happy with our decision to forgo the 'reminder' and she gave us the worst bedtime spanking that I ever got here. Before I forget, Maggie, do you by any chance have some of the 'magic salve' left? My backside is on FIRE and needs about three tins worth...”

 

~00O00~

 

And there it is - just another day on the Tuttle Women's Work Farm.  Now, we witnessed the punishment of nine inmates, but that was not the totality of punishments dispensed that day.  It did not include any formal punishments scheduled to take place in the Punishment Room, nor did it include any bedtime punishments dispensed in other wings of the prison complex. Next, as Mary Agnes said they had some “bad luck” that CO Frida punished much harder than was her usual. It was, indeed, bad luck for CO Frida was a competent and fair corrections officer.  She got a “chewing out” from a pompous Deputy Warden, who claimed she was not strict enough with the inmates. It wasn't true and was all politically motivated. He sought higher office and this as well as his comments to CO Frida were completely misplaced.  Six months later, this Deputy Warden was fired! He was caught in his office having sex with an inmate.