Intensive Correction

An eBook By Alex Waldegger.

All the while Officer French looked straight into Helen's face, as if drinking in her discomfiture. Her gaze roamed over Helen's face, scouting for every twitch of a muscle to discern how she felt. Helen could not bear the beating glare of Officer French's eyes as she drew her fingertips over the captive's body, across the flat plain at the top of her chest to her neck.

'Will she be a good girl?' asked Officer French. Her fingers moved up over Helen's throat, which was silent with dread, to her chin and cheeks. 'Will she do what the officers tell her?' Officer French extended one finger and ran the pad at its end sideways above Helen's chin, just below her lower lip. 'Will she be good?' She ran the same finger back the other way, the flesh pad on Helen's lower lip, the fingernail just brushing her upper lip. 'Oh look at that mouth!' taunted Officer French. Helen's mouth was a taut line, its edges clamped firmly down. 'I can see, she wants to fight me! She wants to be the rebel! Well, prisoner, we have ways to break rebels here! After a few days you will wish you never fought.'

Officer French's hands moved down again, slowly down Helen's neck, down onto her chest again. The soft fingers moved down and sideways, skirting the outside of the curves of Helen's breasts, around and under the globes, then coming up to cup them. 'These are nice,' said Officer French. Her hands moved up and around, all four fingers on each hand sliding up the side of a breast while her thumbs remained on the undersides. The first finger of each hand slid down and the thumbs rose, until they came together on Helen's nipples. Her fingers and thumbs toyed with them sensuously, making Helen clamp her lips and jaws together even more tightly, while slight rasping noises escape her throat.

'Does she like that?' said Officer French. 'Oh yes, I think she likes that a lot.' Suddenly her hands released Helen's nipples and moved down again, while she stepped to move around to Helen's side.

One moved down and rested on Helen's belly while the other moved to the small of her back and then slid down, down over the ripe curves of her bottom, fingertips caressing the cleft between them.

'I like this,' said Officer French, lewdly stroking Helen's rump. 'Nice curves down here. They will take the strap well, I think.' Helen made a slight mewling sound of fear in her throat, then she went silent again, vocal chords locking together, as the Frenchwoman's other hand slid down over her belly, probing lower. Her fingertips toyed with Helen's intimate hairs for a while, then moved lower again. One finger traced down the slit of Helen's sex, two more brushing the convoluted skin on either side of it.

Helen had been beyond words, but at the feeling of that finger fondling her most intimate parts her throat gave way and started to make sounds. At first she produced only a miserable strangling noise, but then words came.

'No, please no!' she croaked. 'Don't ... not-'

'Bitch!' shouted Officer French, leaning close to Helen's face. She pressed her middle finger in between Helen's pink lips, entering her vulva. 'You don't tell me what to do! I told you, say "Officer" when you speak to me!' She probed around rudely inside, eliciting pathetic sobbing sounds and little squeals from Helen's throat. Helen's voice rose in a high pitched yelp as the finger and thumb of the hand on her bottom came together to seize a piece of her curving rear and pinch it tightly between hard fingernails. Helen's lower body jerked itself instinctively forward away from the pain, driving her privates onto Officer French's firm unyielding fingers.

'Oh, she likes that even better, doesn't she?' Officer French pinched her again and again, drawing more squeals from Helen, while she roughly pressed her other hand into the delicate folds of her womanhood. 'Say you like it bitch! Say you like it, or the punishment will be hard! You are going to get a good sound strapping anyway, but if you do not obey now it will be worse! Much worse!' Helen had no words, only incoherent and uncomprehending cries. Why was she being treated like this? How could a maniac like this woman be allowed to abuse people like this in a democratic country with laws? It was an outrage, but Helen could not escape - she was helpless under the whims of this dreadful monster.

'So, you will not be good?' said Officer French after plying Helen's bottom with more pinches. 'Well then, I must punish you hard. This is for your own good.' She took her hands off Helen and bent her knees to lower her body and pick up the fallen strap. She swished it through the air in front of Helen's face, then walked around to her side.

'Please! Not that! Don't do that!' Helen's mind seemed to find the power of speech again after being mute or so long.

'You fucking slut!' roared Officer French lustily. 'You will learn to call me "Officer"! I will teach you!' She swung the leather tail back slowly, and then swiped her arm forward. Helen, head turned to see, watched the leather swing toward her own rear end. It seemed to move in slow motion to her fear-gripped mind - then the impact came. There was a feeling of pressure on the buttock closer to Officer French, accompanied by a sharp clapping sound, then a moment later flames welled up under her skin. The grinning Officer French pulled her hand back to deliver another.

'No, no, Officer, please, Officer, not again, please-' The words spilled from Helen's mouth.

'You learned to call me "Officer!"' said the Frenchwoman loudly, cutting off Helen's babbling. 'Good! You learned one thing at least! Now you have to learn you don't say "no" to me! Every time you say "no" you will suffer worse! Now I will teach you!' She swung the strap again and Helen wailed as she saw it coming. Officer French extended her arm further this time and the leather curled around both her cheeks, almost reaching around to her belly...

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