by R.G. Chilton
A Visit to the Facility
Mrs. Kimberly Arnards grinned as she pulled into the facility's parking lot. It had taken a bit of planning (and more than a bit of deception) but they had finally dealt with her daughter's worthless rival. Alice Conners had been a popular girl (too popular for her own good) but the girl lacked the breeding and the family connections that Kimberly had so ruthlessly exploited on her daughter's behalf. If someone from one of the better families (or even just a well connected one) had been willing to vouch for Alice then the girl would never have seen the judge, much less been sentenced to this awful place, but the Conners family lacked power and connections. As a result, not only did Alice appear in front of a judge but she received a 'we must deter others' type of sentence. Where one of Kimberly's children would never have appeared in court and the average defendant might get a symbolic slap on the wrist, Alice had been sentenced to a summer of harsh confinement - the harshest possible confinement - which meant the facility. It had no other name, nor did it did need one.
In theory the place was for the worst of the worst, or girls selected to serve as deterrents, but the facility also operated an informal (and unadvertised) 'scared straight' program. With a stroke of a pen, Kimberly (or any of the others in the know) could send one of her children to a place like this. No judicial involvement - just a parental commitment. Not that she would, but Kimberly couldn't help comparing the ease of sending one of her own here with the difficulty of committing that attention-seeking mongrel named Alice, who should have known better than to tangle with one of the Arnards.
"Are you sure she's starting her sentence today?" Elizabeth (never Liz, Lizzie, or Betty) Arnards asked her mother. "She only had her hearing this morning and..."
"And she'll be going straight from the courthouse here," Kimberly said with a sense of satisfaction. "It just so happens that schedules meshed up in a way so she couldn't go home, call anyone, or even have a chance to change into her normal clothing."
"Not that she'll need them here," Elizabeth giggled.
"No, but she'll be the only girl arriving here who's dressed for court. That will make her standout and you don't want to standout here," Kimberly said with a cruel grin, proud that she had been able to deny the girl a last goodbye to her friends.
Not that Kimberly hated Alice, but the girl had no business being rivals with one of the Arnards family.
"There's the bus," Elizabeth said, pointing. "Do you think she's on it?"
"Of course she is," Kimberly assured her daughter.
The bus circled to a stop and a deputy left it. As the deputy talked with some of the stern-faced women in warden's uniforms, Kimberly led her daughter over to where the group was standing.
"Hello," Kimberly announced. "I'm Mrs. Kimberly Arnards. My daughter and I have an appointment to meet with the director."
One of the women turned from the bus. Drawing to attention, she did everything but salute. Her nametag read, 'Warden Turner'.
"Of course, Mrs. Kimberly Arnards. We've been expecting you. As soon as we begin de-bussing these new inmates I'll be happy to guide you to the director."
"That's actually why I came over," Kimberly said, smiling broadly. "I believe my daughter knows one of these new inmates. Would it be possible for her to watch the girl be processed in?"
"Wow, can I, Mom? Can I really?"
"Of course it would," Warden Turner answered, addressing Kimberly while ignoring Elizabeth. "Once unloaded, the girls will be escorted through that door and turned over to the admittance team, and your daughter can definitely follow them there. It is unlikely that, um, it is unlikely that any of them will need 'encouragement' up to that point, so if you want her to see more than them being escorted as prisoners your daughter would have to accompany them further."
"Can I, Mom? Can I watch Alice being processed?" Elizabeth begged.
Kimberly grinned and nodded.
Warden Turner called over to another worker.
"Jean? This woman wants her daughter to be able to witness the girls while they are being admitted. Make a note of it and take her along with the others."
Jean nodded and was reaching for her clipboard when the bus door opened and the first of the inmates was escorted out. The girl was unshackled but sandwiched in by a pair of deputies, and Jean immediately stepped forward to take charge of her.
"I should get going," Kimberly said. "I don't want a confrontation with the girl. Elizabeth can gloat over her fallen rival but if I'm here it might look as if I was being petty, as if I'm rubbing in something that never officially happened."
"Of course," Warden Turner said. "This way then. I'll take you in through the visitor's entrance."
Kimberly followed. Glancing back when they were near the door, Kimberly saw that only one of the inmates was wearing a dress. Whatever else you might say about her general lack of class, Alice had shown up well-dressed for court; Kimberly thought the girl was wearing a slip for the first time in her life. Alice truly stood out among the four other inmates that had been offloaded.
Not that she would for long. Soon she would look like all the rest of the inmates.
A fact that was driven home once Kimberly was through the door. The inmates were all in uniform, with their grey skirts riding higher than any that Elizabeth would ever wear. Kimberly liked the sight of them; if she had her way then any girl without breeding or riches would be dressed that way so they would know when one of their betters walked among them. As for the inmates, when seen from the back some of them sported colour on their thighs, and when one bent suddenly, Kimberly was treated to the sight of a bare and red bottom.
"I thought panties were part of the uniform," Kimberly remarked to her guide, indicating the bending girl.
"They are, usually," Warden Turner answered. "But sometimes when a girl's been seen to she doesn't get them back. It makes it easier to give them another dose later and shows everyone that cares to look who has been a bad girl."
As they walked, Kimberly heard the impact of leather. Turning, she saw that one of the workers had landed a strap on one of the girls' skirts. Kimberly grinned at the worker's own uniform. It was a bit like a business suit but with a place designed for special accessory, a hook to hang a leather strap. Kimberly glanced away as the woman replaced her strap on her belt.
Kimberly was quickly seen into the director's office with Director Bachman standing to meet her.
"Mrs. Arnards. And right on time. Please excuse me for asking, but didn't you say that your daughter would be accompanying you today?"
"She is," Kimberly said. "But the bus was arriving and she happened to know someone that was on it and well..."
"And she wanted to see the girl processed?" Director Bachman said with a discreet chuckle. "I'm glad we were able to accommodate her request. It's always nice when we can be helpful to the right sort of people."
"Yes, it is," Kimberly smiled.
"Ah then, I understand that you wanted a tour? Well there's no time like the present."
"No, there isn't," Kimberly agreed, turning back to the door. "Tell me, do all the inmates wear uniforms?"
"Of course they do. Well, at least most of the time. We often have the girls out or partly out of their uniforms," Director Bachman confided.
Glancing around the outer office, his eyes fell upon an inmate that was at a filing cabinet, helping with the office work. His tone shifted from cordial to commanding.
"You! Nancy! Prepare yourself," Director Bachman barked.
The girl put her paperwork aside. Moving quickly, she practically ran to the secretary's desk. As she bent over it she hauled her short, loose skirt up. Reaching back she then flipped her white panties down to reveal her pale bottom.
The director walked over to her, unlimbered the strap from the belt, while remarking, "An unmarked bottom? We've been too easy on you."
"Yes director," Nancy said meekly.
Then Director Bachman brought the strap down hard on her backside. Kimberly winced at the impact but Nancy barely moved. Two widely spaced and nicely timed smacks followed the first one, each getting only a small jump from the girl.
"Yes, we have been neglecting you," Director Bachman said firmly. "Put yourself down for the next punishment night. It's time you had some welts and bruises on that backside."
"Yes director," Nancy sniffed.
"Under reason, put down 'scheduling issues'," Director Bachman ordered.
"Yes director."
"Scheduling issues?" Kimberly asked with a smile.
"We need a reason for the form," Director Bachman explained. "In case someone actually checks the paperwork we file. We can't leave it blank and we need a better reason than 'just cause'. 'Scheduling issues' can sound like tardiness, lateness, and otherwise not respecting the facility's schedule. Actually, it usually refers to how we try to keep the girls on a discipline schedule but sometimes, as in Nancy's case, we neglect them for too long." Turning back to Nancy his voice took on a commanding tone again. "And what are you waiting for? Get back to work or your name will be on that list twice."
Kimberly watched the girl turn her panties back up and stand, smoothing her skirt back into place. Nancy quickly returned to work, trying to act as though nothing had happened, at least nothing out of the ordinary.
Which made sense, Kimberly thought. That must be ordinary for her.
"Is that the standard treatment?" Kimberly asked.
"Oh, of course. If you'll just come with me I'll continue the tour and explain things," Director Bachman told her.
Leading her from the room, Director Bachman started his spiel.
"The standard, off book punishment, is three with the strap," he explained. "That's also the maximum."
"Off book?" Kimberly asked, glancing at the inmates as they walked down the corridor.
"All punishments of any significance have to be recorded in a punishment log, journal, or book, depending on who is doing what," Director Bachman explained. "Minor things, like three with the strap, don't need to be recorded. Go beyond that and even if it isn't punishment night there has to be a record kept of the incident."
"So it's always the strap that is used?" Kimberly asked.
"No, there are slippers, paddles, and if someone feels the need there's always hand spankings. We try to make sure that the girls usually have at least some colour in their cheeks. The dirty little pieces of baggage don't only deserve such treatment, they need it," Director Bachman assured her. "They leave here better trained, more obedient, ready to be productive members of society. We even insist that they attend classes, as if it was possible to educate rubbish like them. Other than that they do chores and help maintain the place."
"I see. So who decides which inmate requires punishment?" Kimberly asked, glancing at an inmate and wondering how the girl would look like with her bottom being smacked.
"Oh, any staff member who carries a strap can use it," Director Bachman responded. "And that's most of the employees. Certain ones can use paddles, pointers, and other instruments. A handful of us can administer the sort of things that have to be recorded, but of course any of the staff can have an inmate included in the next punishment night."
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