For the first time, Loki got to feel Callie’s strong thighs up close and personal. They were like padded iron beneath her tummy, reminding Loki that the older woman worked out every day. One strong arm against her lower back pinned her very effectively, while the other rested casually across her hips. Loki struggled to break free, but she might as well have been a dinosaur in a tar pit.
“Settle down,” Callie said firmly. “You’re going to be here awhile.”
“Don’t do this, Callie,” Loki said desperately. “Okay, you can punish me, but do it privately.”
The older woman snorted. “I don’t need your permission to punish you, brat. Your punishment is guaranteed. And as for privacy – funny how you didn’t mind the limelight when you were telling those stories about me! From what I understand, you were the life of the party, weren’t you?”
Loki was miserably silent.
“Exactly. What you sow, you reap, little girl. And by the way, be sure to thank your boyfriend for the fancy lingerie he sends, won’t you?” She began loosening the drawstring on Loki’s trousers.
“Noooo!” Loki began fighting like a wildcat…to no avail. Her trousers were peeled off slowly but surely. The crowd that had now gathered weren’t shy about their enjoyment of the spectacle.
“Ooo, nice! Is that Victoria’s Secret?”
“Day-yamn, somebody better tell Vicky there ain’t nothing secret about them drawers!” Laughter erupted.
“Poor fish,” Velda was heard to murmur.”Not much protection in a scrap of silk and lace.”
Loki didn’t have much time to be embarrassed about her exposure, as Callie’s callused palm started striking her barely-covered buttocks.
*SWAT* *SWAT* “You *SWAT* wanted my attention? *SWAT* You’re about to get *SWAT* all the attention *SWAT* you deserve.” *SWAT* *SWAT* *SWAT* She continued the lecture in between firm slaps all over Loki’s bottom and upper thighs.
To Loki’s surprise, Callie wasn’t hitting her as hard as she had feared. It wasn’t as hard as that time she snooped in her notebook, and she had a lot more clothing on then. This fact, combined with the humiliation of being spanked before an audience, turned Loki’s initial fear into anger. And so she lashed out with her most potent weapon – her tongue.
“Talk, slap, talk, slap! What’s with the sound effects?! Do you know how ridiculous and amateurish that is?? If I wrote like that I’d never get anything published!”
Loki had the brief pleasure of seeing the shocked faces of the women watching, and felt Callie’s jerk of surprise as she halted mid-swat. She held her breath.
Callie was torn between anger and amusement. She had had brats cross her before, but Loki’s outrageousness was particularly infuriating. Part of her actually wanted to cheer on the kid’s spirit, but such open defiance could not be tolerated. If she was perceived as showing weakness, things wouldn’t be safe for either of them.
“You’re right, little fish,” Callie said into the silence that had fallen. “No more talking. I’m getting down to business…starting now.” She hooked her thumb into the waistband of Loki’s knickers and pulled them down without any ceremony, ignoring the screech and stream of profanities that erupted.
Then her hand began rising and falling, cracking against the pinkened flesh repeatedly. Still, she was far from using her full strength, and this was quite purposeful. For one thing, it wasn’t necessary. She lifted weights regularly and had always scorned the leather half-gloves other women used to protect their hands. As a consequence, her palms could land with the force of a wooden paddle. But the other reason Callie was holding back was because she intended the spanking to continue for a good long time. Her aim wasn’t to impart a vicious beating. Her aim was to teach the young delinquent a lesson. And for that to happen, Loki needed to feel most unquestionably punished before it was over.
In her life, Callie had spanked a few women. Most of the wallopings were for pleasure, rather than punishment. But in either case, Callie was unsparing in her attention to detail. Many people who have received that kind of attention are familiar with the term “subspace.” What is less talked about is the state a dominant can enter when imparting discipline. Unlike subspace, which is a zoning inward, “top space” is a hyper-alertness of all one’s senses and a focus on the subject at hand.
Callie was enjoying the way the muscles in her arm were moving as smoothly as a windmill, sweeping up from below so that each spank caused Loki’s cheeks to bounce with the impact, only to meet the next stinging whack on the upswing. She observed how red the brat’s bottom was becoming, and took pains to make sure the whole surface, as well as her upper thighs, were evenly colored. Her ears were keenly attuned to how the taunting and swearing had turned into cries and pleading. She exulted in the stinging that was developing in her palm, knowing the repeated forceful smacks were having a much greater painful impact on Loki’s tender flesh.
Callie wasn’t sadistic…she took no pleasure in causing suffering. But she did feel a good deal of grim satisfaction in making sure a naughty girl got her just deserts. So yes, there was a small smile on her face as she watched the wiggling fish over her lap, confident in the knowledge that she was delivering a very thorough thrashing to one who thoroughly deserved it.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” the red-faced girl was now wailing, her legs kicking futilely with each punishing slap.
And Loki was feeling extremely sorry for herself, all right. Since she had reached adulthood, no one had ever laid a hand on her. To find herself bare-bottomed over someone’s lap was galling. Especially since that someone was now spanking her in public, and none of her outrage, apologies or squirming seemed to make any difference. The spanking had gone on and on, and each time Loki had dared to hope it was over turned out to be just a pause for Callie to re-secure her or position her bottom even higher. Each iron-hard slap had built on the ones before till there were exploding red stars behind her eyelids every time that merciless palm landed. She had started out wanting to tell Callie where to go, but the terrible agony in her rear end had reduced her to a repentant little girl, crying out for reprieve.
Callie could tell from Loki’s still-tensed muscles that the fight hadn’t left her completely, but she was clearly near her limit, and since the top had no interest in “breaking” anyone, she decided this was a good time to wind down the spanking.
“I accept your apology,” she said, pausing with her hand resting against Loki’s burning right cheek. “And no more stories about me, you got that?”
Before Loki could reply, Elevator Mary spoke up. “She told a great one about you and a pair of handcuffs,” she put in with relish, obviously loathe for the entertainment to end.
Loki couldn’t believe it. She’d given her roll to this woman! Rage overrode the horrible pain she was in. “You fucking crazy bitch, I’m going to kill you!” she shouted at the top of her lungs. The women gathered around stepped back at the unexpectedness of that.
“Hush!” Callie punctuated that with a sharp spank. “No one will be killing anyone. Mary,” she lasered a look at the woman, “no one likes a snitch. Loki’s been punished for running her mouth, and that’s the end of it.” She raised her head and addressed her audience. “Everyone got that? She’s my bitch, and I took care of it. She’s gonna be nothing but respectful from now on. Right, fish?” Silence fell as they waited for her response.
Loki had a sudden mental picture of the entire scene. She could see herself, dangling over Callie’s lap, white skin and reddened ass on display. She could imagine the looks of amusement on the faces of the other inmates, the lecherous gazes of the guards beyond the fence. How had she ended up this way? So she’d tried to cash a few checks on accounts that weren’t hers, so what? For that she’d ended up in this hellhole? For a few measly bucks she’d traded in her freedom for the miserable confinement of the Bucket? It had been Chuck’s stupid idea to begin with, and now her boyfriend was probably bonking their bouncy, jailbait neighbor while she was stuck here for two years!
Her life was a farce, her future was shit, and her ass was throbbing so bad even the air hurt. And now this bitch wanted to hear how she was going to show her respect from now on??? Below her was the dusty asphalt of the prison yard, and at the edge of her vision, she could see Callie’s scuffed black sneakers planted on the bench as she sat with Loki balanced over her lap. All of Loki’s frustration and resentment focused on the footwear of the woman who had just spanked her so soundly. She took a deep breath.
And spit.
Right onto Callie’s shoe.
There was an audible gasp from the circle around her. Loki regretted her impetuous act immediately and started babbling her remorse. Surprisingly, Callie didn’t react violently. Instead, she gave a long sigh. Somehow that was the scariest sign yet.
“Moniz, Evans,” Callie addressed the two cons who had carried Loki, “take ‘em off.” Loki felt her trousers and underwear, which in her struggles had pooled at her ankles, being worked over her own sneakers and removed completely. Suddenly Callie was shifting her over onto one knee, but instead of being bent over it, she was straddling it. She lay along the length of Callie’s left thigh, her mons pressed against Callie’s knee, her legs dangling in air. She was tucked under Callie’s left arm as it wrapped around her waist, holding her snugly. Her head and shoulders were now behind Callie’s back, and she rested her elbows against the wooden tabletop, trying to make sense of this new position. Raising her head, she saw Velda’s widened eyes, heard her quiet “Ohhhhh shiiiiit.”
She craned her neck to see what Velda was looking at and could barely make out a long shape that seemed vaguely familiar. As she watched, Callie lifted it into the air and lowered it slowly. There was a tickling sensation against her smarting cheeks, and then the top repeated her action twice more. Realization came to her with a sudden drop in her tummy: Callie was measuring her swing. And then Loki knew an even more sickening sensation as she figured out what Callie was holding – it was the end of her weight-belt. It was the long, thick tongue of leather that fit into the buckle, which Callie had somehow cut off and was now about to use as a strap. On her ass.
“Oh god, wait, I’m sor—” Her attempted apology ended in a cry of pain as the strap landed vertically on her right cheek. The leather tongue laid a fiery kiss over the entire curve of her buttock, and the evil end of it had curled under to land right where she sat, at the junction of cheek and thigh. A scarlet welt formed immediately.
“Wait, Callie, please….” Callie ignored her completely. Again Loki broke off with a cry as the strap lashed her left cheek. Again the stinging end of it welted the very undercurve of her bottom. The distressed wriggling of Loki’s hips brought to mind her fish nickname, but Callie’s strong arm held her fast.
Then, to Loki’s horror, Callie’s right leg hooked her left one and spread her wide, as the top carefully measured again for her final stroke…right down the center.
Callie’s jaw clenched as she concentrated. This was the harshest punishment she had ever doled out, and one she didn’t want to have to repeat. She wanted to make certain she avoided any delicate bits, but the sensitive inner ass cheeks were fair game. Any brat who dared to spit on her was by damn going to feel leather there, and if the tip of the strap ended up branding her pucker too – well, that was no more than she deserved. Callie raised the belt…and swung.
The shriek that emerged could’ve been heard over to the governor’s mansion, so Callie knew the guards would no longer ignore what was going on. She nodded to Moniz and Evans, who got busy restoring clothing to the now sobbing Loki. She handed the strap to another inmate, where it got passed along till it was shoved down someone’s waistband. By the time Correctional Officer Henderson had walked over to their group, it looked like a normal day in the yard. If one ignored the crying newbie on Callie’s knee, that is.
“Is there a problem here, ladies?” Henderson stood with calm authority, hands hooked over her belt and eyes hidden behind a pair of ubiquitous mirrored Ray-ban sunglasses. She addressed Callie directly. “Lee? Something wrong?”
“No problem, officer. Just a bitch who needed some disciplining, but as you can see that’s been taken care of.”
“How come they send you?” came a question from the crowd. “The other badges have trouble walking with a woody?” Snickers and high-fives all around.
Henderson ignored the remark, though her mouth tightened as if suppressing a grin. It was true, after all. She inclined her head at the limp form over Callie’s knee. “She gonna need the dispensary?”
Callie shook her head. “No, she’ll be fine. I’ll see to her. I might be by for some cold cream later, though.”
C.O. Henderson nodded. “Okay, take her back. The rest of you ladies – go get some exercise.”
~~~~~
Loki was barely aware of Callie half-carrying her back to their cell. She only knew everything hurt. Most of all, her insides hurt. By the end of her punishment Callie had seemed so merciless, it was scary. Deep down inside Loki was aware Callie could’ve been a lot meaner. She probably could’ve even hit her harder, though Loki’s imagination shrank from contemplating what that might be like. But she was so silent. No talking, just punishment. Loki didn’t know why the idea of Callie coldly punishing her was the worst thing about the whole experience, but it was.
Callie lay Loki down carefully on her bed. Loki curled into a ball, still sniffling softly. She paid no attention when Callie began to remove her shoes and socks, but when she moved to the drawstring of her pants, she struggled away with a whimper.
“Easy, easy, I’m just going to make you more comfortable. I’ll cover you with this blanket, okay?” Callie didn’t look mad anymore as she stood there patiently holding up the blanket.
“Make me more comfortable? That’s a laugh.” Loki’s tearful voice was bitter. “You’ve done enough damage…just leave me alone!”
Callie snorted. The brat was too much. “I’ve done enough damage? And what are you, the innocent party?”
“Well, one of us can breathe without hurting, and the other can’t. I’ll let you decide which one of us is the injured party.”
Callie sat down on the edge of Loki’s bed, ignoring the way the other woman scooted back to get as far away as the narrow bunk would allow. “I didn’t say ‘injured,’ I said ‘innocent.’ But since we’re talking about that, what about the way my reputation was injured by your stories?”
Loki closed her eyes and tried to ignore the anguish she was in. It felt like someone had rubbed nettles all over the skin of her butt. “Don’t worry, you’re still the top dog around here…probably even more so after the beating you just administered.”
Callie shook her head. “That wasn’t a beating. That was a spanking. A hard spanking, maybe, but still a spanking.”
“Fine. Whatever. Whipping someone with a belt is just a spanking. You win, okay? Now leave me alone.” She grabbed the blanket from Callie’s hand and covered herself with it, rolling over to face the wall.
Callie sighed. This fish was the most exasperating person she had ever met. It was amazing she still had any bottom left at all. As she pondered how to address the situation, C.O. Henderson walked up to the cell door. Callie stood up to meet her. The guard nodded at the lump on the bed.
“She gonna be okay?”
“Yeah. If I can keep from strangling her before her release date, she’ll be fine.”
Henderson chuckled. “You were a bit harsh on her today.” Her voice was lowered so that only Callie could hear. If it had been any other C.O., Callie would’ve told them to fuck off. But Henderson was different – she treated them like human beings. She cared.
“Only what she needed. Someone had to put a check on the fish, before she got herself hurt. Better she learn from me.” Callie spoke in a lowered tone too.
“You really take care of her, don’t you?” She wasn’t wearing her Ray-bans now, and Officer Henderson’s expression was approving.
Callie glanced over at the bed and shrugged. “She’s my bitch.” Louder, she asked, “What you got there?”
“Some arnica gel. It’s cool and will help with the bruises.”
“I didn’t know the dispensary had shit like that.” Callie was surprised. “I was gonna ask for some cold cream.”
“It’s not from the dispensary,” Henderson’s tone was lowered again. “It’s mine. I keep it in the fridge, so it should feel good on those welts.”
Well, well. C.O. Henderson had some unexpected depths to her. Callie looked into her brown eyes and detected the merest twinkle. Then the guard straightened up and prepared to head back to her station. “Go take care of your fish.”
Callie turned back to her cellmate. “Okay, little girl, inspection time. Drop ‘em and get over my lap.”
Loki lay beneath her blanket and pretended to be asleep, instead of straining to hear the conversation as she had been for the last five minutes. But Callie wasn’t fooled. She swatted Loki’s behind gently.
“Owww! Cut it out!” Loki rolled back over and emerged to glare at her. “I am never placing myself over your lap again, so you might as well beat me up now, because it’s not going to happen!”
Callie regarded her without speaking. Oh yes, it will, little girl, she thought to herself with amusement. You’ll learn to behave one way or another. But that’s probably too much to ask for after a day like today. Aloud she said, “I just want to spread some of this gel on you, sweetie. It will help you feel a lot better.” Her tone was purposely reassuring, and she saw Loki’s eyes widen in surprise at the endearment.
“I can do it myself,” she said. But her tone was much less obstreperous.
“You can’t treat your own ass properly the way another person can,” Callie said logically. “Trust me, I know from experience.” She grinned at Loki’s suspicious look. “It’s true.”
“How do you know? What kind of experience?”
“What – you mean you don’t have a story about that?” Callie pretended shock. She sat down on the edge of Loki’s bed, and such was the brat’s sudden curiosity over Callie’s statement, that she didn’t protest as Callie removed her pants and drew her gently over her lap.
“You know those stories are just made up. But…did that really happen? I mean…did someone actually spank you once?”
“Mm?” Callie inspected her bottom and was satisfied to note that, though painfully rosy and swollen, no skin was broken, and the bruising would probably be bearable. She began to rub the cooling gel over the reddened skin and smiled to herself at Loki’s involuntary sigh of pleasure. “Well, of course someone actually spanked me once. You don’t think I was born this well-mannered, do you?”
Loki’s snort was a fair imitation of her cellmate. “Well-mannered for a convict, maybe.” She held her breath as Callie carefully spread her cheeks to reach all areas with the gel. But the top’s fingers were both gentle and nonintrusive. She finished her ministrations and pulled up Loki’s panties, before easing her back onto the bed and covering her with the blanket. She capped the arnica and stood up.
“Wait,” Loki said, not wanting Callie to leave, even though she was feeling strangely sleepy all of a sudden. “Aren’t you going to tell me the story?”
“You’re the one who tells stories, fish,” was Callie’s reply. She grinned as the younger woman’s pout turned into a jaw-cracking yawn. “Maybe another time. Right now you’re headed for a nap. And remember, I get your tapioca after dinner.”
“Okay, okay,” Loki grumbled sleepily. “But you really should be cutting back on the calories at your age.”
Callie stifled the growl rising in her throat. Typical for the brat to insist on having the last word. After administering the mother of all spankings, Callie’s palm was actually itching again. Lord help her. She’d have to remember to put in a good word for Loki at any evidentiary hearings. Maybe she could help her get released early. Because there was no way Callie was going to survive another two years. Although…chocolate pudding and bedtime stories? Prison could be a lot worse.