A Visit to the Facility

[goodgulf]

Note: The three stories:
A Visit to the Facility at http://www.spanko.net/spanking_forums/v ... f=3&t=2092,
A Tour of the Facility http://www.spanko.net/spanking_forums/v ... f=3&t=2097,
and
Wrongly Admitting Her To The Facility at http://www.spanko.net/spanking_forums/v ... f=3&t=2100

are all set at the same Facility and were written in that order. Not that they have to be read in that order, but there is one element in "A Tour" that places it after "A Visit".

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 appear 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 worse 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 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 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's 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 feel 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 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 stood, smoothing her skirt back into place. Nancy quickly returned to work, trying to act as 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." Director Bachman 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 then 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 told. "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."

"And when are they held?" Kimberly asked, her attention slightly distracted when one of the workers' hands landed on the seat of an inmate's skirt.

"We have them three times a week." Director Bachman informed her. "And all those punishments are such that they have to recorded in the book. As I said we try to space the girls out, even the obedient ones, and we always make sure that all of our inmates are included at least once during their stays. It can be a bit disheartening, to know that even if you are perfectly behaved you will still appear at punishment night, but it teaches the girls that life isn't fair and they shouldn't expected it to be."

"Of course life isn't fair." Kimberly agreed. "These no accounts are fools to think it might be."


After Director Bachman guided her the empty dinning area they stuck their heads into a couple of classrooms. Kimberly didn't see anyone getting spanked in those rooms, but all the girls looked apprehensive when they saw Director Bachman enter.

"And this is one of the bathrooms." Director Bachman said, opening the door and leading Kimberly in.

It was clearly a lady's room (the absence of urinals showed that) but there were no doors on any of the stalls, all of which seemed larger than ones in the average public washroom. Glancing around Kimberly saw something very out of place - a series of thin hoses descending from the ceiling near the sink counter.

"What in the world..."

"Ah, those." Director Bachman said. "It would be easier to show you than to explain."

Director Bachman went back to the door and snagged the first inmate passing by.

"This is, Mindy isn't it? Well Mindy, you're going to demonstrate to Mrs. Arnards what those hoses are for."

"Um, yes director." Mindy said. "Should I show..."

"As little as possible." Director Bachman instructed.

Mindy nodded and went to the counter. She reached under her short skirt and eased her panties to her knees. Then she grabbed one of the hoses, lifting it. As she did, Kimberly saw a nozzle at the end of it and a clamp near the nozzle. Mindy worked the clamp and water flowed, hitting Mindy's leg and wetting her high socks. Then the nozzle disappeared under the girl's skirt.

"They're enema lines?" Kimberly asked incredulously. "But why? Is the menu that clogging?"

"No." Director Bachman chuckled. "But we believe in cleaning out the inmates. All the girls get one at least once a week and having those lines makes it easier."

Mindy reached her hand back for the clamp, only to have Director Bachman intercept it.

"Now, now Mindy. You can take more than." Director Bachman chided.

"Um, but you said it was just a demo..."

"A full demonstration." Director Bachman said, stroking the seat of her skirt. "And you can take much more than that."

"Um, but I feel full and..."

"Nonsense!" Director Bachman declared, then he turned to Kimberly. "What do you think?"

Mindy shot Kimberly a beseeching look.

"I'm sure she can take much more." Kimberly agreed. "And that a girl from her background probably needs more to get her started."

Mindy moaned, but stayed obediently in place until Director Bachman clicked the clamp shut.

"Now I'll leave you to take that out and go back to where you should be." Director Bachman told the girl.

"Director?" Mindy whimpered. "May I please be permitted to..."

"Yes, you may use the bathroom first, but be quick about it."

Mindy went to rise but Director Bachman forced her back down.

"Not in front of our guest." Director Bachman chided. "We are better hosts than that, aren't we? No, you can wait until after we've left."

"Yes director."

Kimberly smiled as she followed Director Bachman from the bathroom, knowing that at least once a week Alice wouldn't even be allowed to control her own bodily functions.

"I hope my offer doesn't cause offence, but if you wish you could escort another inmate into that room and have a better view of how things work." Director Bachman offered. "Or, should you wish, you could go in alone and examine those workings more closely."

The latter part of the offer surprised her.

"Do many visitors take advantage of the last part of that offer?" Kimberly asked slowly.

"Some do, but those who do are often escorted young charges or on the young side themselves." Director Bachman conceded. "It's a simple taste of how life here works, one that can be harmlessly sampled."

"I see." Kimberly said, pursing her lips. "And do the young charges willingly sample other parts of life here?"

"Some do." Director Bachman admitted. "Often they ask about things. Many girls get curious when they see those lines and want to try them out for themselves. Not to the extent that Mindy did." Director Bachman hastily corrected, making his story more plausible to Kimberly's ears. "But a minor squirt. And other girls ask about other things and, with the permission of their escorts, they can experience a gentle whack of the strap on the seat of their dresses. Or a paddle or pointer, cane, or whatever the escort allows."

"Really?" Kimberly asked, her disbelief showing. "What girl of breeding would want that?"

"Many would." Director Bachman answered calmly. "It's the forbidden fruit factor. They know they will never be subject to this in the real world and want to know how their lessors will serve out sentences here. Of course they aren't given real punishments. Just a taste, one or two smacks, just enough to give them a general idea."

"Hmmm, I can see that happen." Kimberly agreed.

"Of course they know that they won't spend any time actually incarcerated here, unless they are signed in as inmates." Director Bachman reminded her. "If a decides to relative signs them in then that's what happens to them, they become inmates."

"A relative, not a parent?" Kimberly asked, surprised by this information.

"A relative." Director Bachman confirmed. "More than one niece being watched for the summer has ended up spending it here."

"Really?"

"Really, and it's up to whomever admitted the girl to explain things to her folks." Director Bachman told her. "We even get some girls who are dropped here for Christmas or Spring Break, just to get them out of the house. Now while you've seen the standard uniform you haven't seen the sleeping attire. If you would come this way."

Kimberly would and did. Director Bachman led her into a room where a pair of girls waited in their sleepwear. It was a cross between an oversized T-shirt and nightgown, the garment barely falling to their thighs.

"Turn around and model your costumes." Director Bachman instructed.

The girls did, each exposing some colour on their thighs. As they stretched and bent Kimberly could see that only one of them had panties under her uniform, the other showing a fair amount of her reddish lower cheeks.

"And that's what the girls sleep in." Director Bachman declared. "Right, you two. You're on report for being out of uniform."

"What?"

"But you..." The girl stopped and took a deep, measured breath. "Director, you told us to change into..."

"Yes, and if you hadn't you would have been on report for blatant disobedience." Director Bachman informed them. "And that would result in a worse punishment night for you. Now chop-chop. No wasting time."

"But..."

"Heather, do you want to be written up for disobedience as well as being out of uniform? Do you really want a double dose?"

"No director. Sorry director. It won't happen again director."

Kimberly grinned at the Catch 22 the girls had found themselves in. If they had said no they would have been on report for disobeying the director but by saying yes they were reported for being out of uniform. She couldn't help picture Alice being trapped by a similar Catch 22. The no win situation would be fitting punishment for Alice's unreasonable ambitions.

"Now we should leave these girls to change and pop down the office to report themselves." Director Bachman said, heading for the door.

"Will they? Will they really report themselves?" Kimberly asked, following them.

"Of course." Director Bachman said confidently. "If for no other reason than they know they don't then they know that I'll sign them up for worse. Now if you'll come this way."

Then Kimberly bit back a gasp. She thought she recognised one of the girls that was walking towards her. It was hard to tell, Kimberly had never seen the girl in anything except designer clothing before, but it did look like one of Elizabeth's friends. A friend that was 'spending the summer in Europe'. As the girl passed, Kimberly paused long enough to flip up the girl's skirt. Whoever she was, she was bare under her skirt. A few bruises mixed with dark red beneath that skirt.

"If you would like to interact with an inmate during this part of the tour, we can arrange that." Director Bachman offered. "And if you should want to take this girl somewhere and give her ten or twenty hand spanks, say over her skirt, panties, or bare, that would be perfectly acceptable."

"Really?" Kimberly asked.

The girl, who was now standing still with her back them, cringed at this offer.

"Really." Director Bachman confirmed. "You aren't staff so you can't use an instrument, but a few smacks with your hand? That's perfectly permissible."

Kimberly paused. Part of her wanted to accept the offer, but if she did that, with this girl, then Kimberly wouldn't be able to pretend that she hadn't recognised her. Not that Kimberly didn't think that the girl didn't deserve to be here, but interacting with her would lead to socially unacceptable situations after the girl was returned to decent society.

If she returned.

"And of course when your daughter arrives you could test things other than your hands." Director Bachman informed her. "That decision would be totally within your bulwark. None would gainsay you."

"I don't think that's likely." Kimberly said with a laugh. Then she gave the girl a firm pat on the seat of the inmate's skirt. "All right, you can go."

The girl didn't run, not quite. She had been brought up too well to run in fright, but she did depart at speed.

"Speaking of my daughter, when we will be meeting up with her?" Kimberly asked. "Surely it can't take that long to process a girl?"

"Ah, but we're admitting five of them today." Director Bachman reminded her. "We can't go making exceptions and rushing one girl through the system."

"And what is that system? How does it work?" Kimberly asked.

"I've had a tea set up on a terrace. Perhaps it would be best to explain it there?" Director Bachman offered. "We can sit, enjoy ourselves, and have a good view of the new inmates as they emerge from processing."

"That sounds lovely."


And it was. There were three places set, including one for Elizabeth when she joined them, and an inmate was there to play waitress for them. Warden Turner stood to one side, waiting to be useful on the off chance that Director Bachman required serves from a member of his staff.

The inmate caught Kimberly's eye and Kimberly had to wonder why. Then something clicked. The inmate's hair went well below her shoulders while the other inmate Kimberly had seen all had short hair.

"So how are the new inmates processed?" Kimberly asked.

"Well, as you know we have an uniform for them but we also have worries other than clothing." Director Bachman told her. "Beyond worries of contraband being smuggled in we also have to worry about things such as lice, fleas, and other objectionable, unwanted guests."

"Lice?" Kimberly asked with a shudder.

"Well we don't get the better class of inmates, do we?" Director Bachman asked snidely. "Excepting of course for those whose families sign them in. And when they are signed in, we guarantee that the girl returns much more obedient, humble, and generally more agreeable than when she arrived."

"I'm sure she is." Kimberly agreed, picturing a few girls that she wished she could enrol here.

"Which all means that as soon as the girls arrive they have to shed their clothing." Director Bachman continued. "All of them and they all strip off together under the watchful eye of the admittance staff. There's usually one girl who objects to that and she becomes an example. In short, she becomes the first one who gets a taste of the strap."

"I didn't see... I mean the women who met the bus." Kimberly said, waving a hand in the general direction of Warden Turner. "They weren't carrying straps."

"No, they weren't." Director Bachman agreed. "The officers meeting the bus never carry straps, but those officers hand them over to the admittance team and the admittance team do carry straps."

"And that is when the strappings start?" Kimberly asked.

"For one of the girls, the one who first who objects to stripping, yes, but for the others there are often hand smacks to keep them moving. It doesn't do to let an inmate think that she has any control over the situation."

"I see. And they're all cowed by one girl getting three smacks?" Kimberly asked.

"Oh heavens no." Director Bachman laughed. "No, that first girl gets a good, sound smacking."

"But you said that anything over three smacks..."

"Oh, that's for inmates." Director Bachman told her. "And none of those girls are actually inmates. Not yet. Not unless they've been processed through admitting. Until then, well, they are in a grey area, aren't they?"

"I would say a red area." Kimberly quipped.

"Indeed." Director Bachman agreed. "Well, after they are all firmly de-clothed there comes the hose down."

"Hose down? Don't you have showers?"

"Of course we do, but this is just to take care of the first layer of grim. Often those low classed girls are filthy when they arrive here."

"Ah, I can see that." Kimberly said, picturing that idiot Alice being stripped and hosed off.

"Then comes the hair cut." Director Bachman continued. "It's too much of a chore to deal with long hair so all the girls get pageboy cuts when they arrive. Of course there's always some girl who objects to having a new hairstyle forced on her, which generally results in a second red bottom. Or a third, depending on if someone took exception to being hosed down."

"Two or three red bottoms by this point?" Kimberly said, thinking about the five girls who had left the bus. "About the hair, does that happen to sign ins as well?"

"Frankly it depends." Director Bachman informed her. "Sometimes they go through processing as if they were an inmate and other times they are permitted to skip parts. Of course it's the person who signs them in that makes that decision."

"Of course." Kimberly nodded, remembering various girls who had spent summers 'away' and returned with noticeably shorten hair. If memory served, most of those girls had been much more polite following their trips 'elsewhere'. Then she thought of something. "What about her? Was she signed in?"

"Her?" Director Bachman laughed. "No, Crystal's just been with us for a while. Years. In some cases, such as Crystal's, we are able to extend sentences somewhat."

"Ah."

"There are guidelines regarding the extension of sentences." Director Bachman said hastily. "One that we are generally supposed to subscribe to. And we do, in most cases. Well, many of them."

"Ah." Kimberly repeated. "After the haircut, what happens then?"

"Then we worry about contraband." Director Bachman informed her. "In theory we could search them by hand, but putting your fingers up there? No, that's just nasty. So we empty them out. We use the same methods we used with Mindy - a quick squirt then they empty out. Of course there's usually a girl who objects so..."

"Another red bottom." Kimberly said, grinning. "That brings us to three or four."

Which virtually assured that Alice would get a good strapping on her arrival. Kimberly smiled at the thought.

"After that they empty out, in view of the staff who have to see if any contraband emerges, they get their real shower. Of course we have staff, mostly female, who wash the inmates down using anti-parasite soaps and shampoos. And if any of the girls objects..."

"Another red bottom example?" Kimberly suggested.

"Exactly." Director Bachman agreed. "Then they are dried, and sometimes girls object to being towelled down."

"Towelled down by mostly female staff members?" Kimberly asked.

"Exactly, and if they object, well there's another example made." Director Bachman confirmed.

Kimberly nodded, the total now reaching as high as six.

"Then they are allowed to dress. Of course the staff has to make sure they have their uniforms on correctly, and that sometimes results in a sore bottom."

"Meaning all the girls are always strapped?"

"Not always strapped, no." Director Bachman admitted. "Sometimes it's hand smacks or the like. It's not as if it's planned or a formal policy or anything of that nature, but in the history of this facility I strongly doubt that any girl has ever made it through admitting without her bottom being properly tended to. And, yes, sometimes the back of their thighs have been seen to as well. Even if they aren't made an example of, there's always those smacks that encourages them to keep moving. Especially after the hosing and shower."

"I see." Kimberly said, then she smiled, catching sight of movement. "And I think I do see. Is that them?"

"Why yes, I believe it is." Director Bachman smiled.

Kimberly looked at the sullen, dishevelled, cowed girls, all limping along as their bottoms were throbbing, and tried to pick Alice out of the crowd. Try as she might, the distance was too great. Kimberly just couldn't tell which of the six girls was Alice.

Then something hit her.

"Director Bachman, I have noticed something." Kimberly said, raw anger entering her rigidly polite voice. "I notice that there are six new inmates limping along while only five girls left the bus. I also notice that my daughter has yet to join us, as planned. Or at least as planned by me. Do we have a problem here?"

"Warden Turner, do you remember meeting the Arnards at the bus?" Director Bachman asked, a hint of force entering his voice.

"Yes sir director sir." Warden Turner barked.

"And what happened there?" Director Bachman demanded.

"After talking to Mrs. Arnards I told staff member Jean Simmons that Mrs. Arnards wanted her daughter to witness the other girl's admittance."

"Are you sure you said witness, not accompany her to admittance?" Director Bachman challenged.

"Yes, yes she did." Kimberly said, speaking before the warden could answer. "I remember her using that word. Why? Is that significant?"

"It's a code word." Director Bachman told her. "Witness means that someone is to watch the girls as they are admittance. Accompany means that the subject hasn't been informed that she has been signed in and won't learn it until she is included in the admittance process."

"And witness was the word used and witness was what I asked for." Kimberly asserted angrily, now trying to spot Elizabeth's frame among the distant inmates. "Is it possible there was a late arrival?"

"We track those things very carefully." Director Bachman assured her. "Five inmates were sentenced here today and five arrived."

"Could it possibly be that another girl was signed in?" Kimberly asked hopefully.

"Hmmm. That's a difficult question to answer." Director Bachman responded in a soft voice. "If someone was scheduled to be signed in then I would know. If someone had arrived while we were talking then I would have been informed. And as you mentioned, your daughter has yet to join us."

"Then truly it seems a simple question to answer." Kimberly said, anger spreading once more through her voice.

"Yes, and no. Clearly, and I speak without hesitation or quibbling, a mistake was made. That either staff member Jean Simmons or someone on the admittance team made critical error. Trust me, I will get to the bottom of this matter. We just can't tolerate something like this. Mistakes of this nature just aren't part of our mission plan. They aren't acceptable in any way. This could result in this situation making into the press. It could result in some very bad things. Worse, if the press gets involved, and I can't see how they wouldn't, your daughter's name will be splashed on every paper. There will countless news reports, all naming her as the victim in this case."

"That can't happen." Kimberly stated firmly. Her family name wasn't going to be soiled that way.

"Alternately, we could return to my implied offer and you could sign in... Elizabeth, was it? You could sign Elizabeth in. That way, officially, there wasn't a mistake. All there was another misinformed girl. Of course the investigation would go forward and the consequences will be extreme, but your daughter's name won't be mentioned in any reports."

Kimberly thought for a moment. On one hand she couldn't believe that her precious daughter had been subjected to processing like she was some common piece of trash, like she was an Alice Conners type piece of trash. Kimberly could barely believe that Elizabeth had been spanked or strapped when Kimberly couldn't remember her daughter ever getting so much as firm pat, not ever in her life. On the other hand, her daughter's sore bottom and mutilated hair were now so much spilled milk and there was the family name to consider.

"Could I sign her in just for the day?" Kimberly asked.

"Alas, no. Oh normally you could." Director Bachman said quickly, correcting himself. "But we don't process day-trippers and the sign in would have to explain her processing through the admittance procedure."

Kimberly looked down at her tea then at the group of sullen girls being escorted into the building.

"Would she be given special treatment and privileges?" Kimberly asked. "To make up for the mistake by your staff?"

"No, that wouldn't be possible." Director Bachman informed her. "In order for ruse to work she would have to be treated as if she was normal inmate, as if her being admitted was something that was planned in advanced without her knowledge. That treatment, I fear, includes at least one appearance at punishment night."

"At least?" Kimberly asked in surprise.

"Policy insists on one appearance while her behaviour will dictate if there will be several." Director Bachman said softly. "There is a book you can review, I was saving it until Elizabeth joined us, but now..."

Warder Turner passed over a book of photos that had sat undisturbed beside the teakettle. Each page had three photos of a mostly nude girl - one before, one during, and one after her punishment. Flipping the pages Kimberly saw that none of the punishments looked gentle and while Kimberly did wish them on Alice Conners she couldn't begin to picture her precious Elizabeth suffering in that way.

"Is there a way to ensure she is subjected to one of the more mild treatments?" Kimberly asked as she flipped pages.

Director Bachman took the book and flipped it to a certain page.

"This is the standard one that every girl gets." Director Bachman informed her. "That is if they don't earn something worse."

Kimberly looked that the bruising on the 'after' photo, then imaged news of the mistake getting out. Once Elizabeth was labelled a victim that label could follow her through life. Worse, people might begin to think that the Arnards couldn't take care of their own. The family lacked strength and character.

"If she's bruised like that, then she'll probably cause a fuss once she's home." Kimberly said, indicating the photo.

Director Bachman heard in her voice that a decision had been made.

"I doubt it." Director Bachman said blandly. "And should she make a fuss when you come to pick her up it will be a simple thing to sign her in for another week. A week in which we can explain to her the meanings of humility and gratitude. Or, should you wish, you could make it a month to start with and we'll start her on one of the standard obedience courses. One version of that course takes a month, one is a set three months, while another includes the entire summer with a brush up at Christmas and Spring Break."

"A month?" Kimberly asked in disbelief. She was barely comprehending the fact that her daughter would have to stay here a week and now the man was talking of a month - or even longer!

"All complimentary." Director Bachman assured it. "We will be taking any fees from the wages and savings of whomever made the mistake."

"But a month!"

"We can talk about it in the office." Director Bachman offered. "As you're signing her in."

Kimberly nodded. She had no intentions of ... But it was complimentary and the Arnards hadn't gotten where they were by wasting money.

"And of course we shall throw in a punishment book as well." Director Bachman offered. "Photos taken as she arrives in the room, as she is informed of her sentence, as she is prepared for her punishment, a few of her receiving her punishment, and photos from afterwards. The book will completely document any and all appearances she makes at any punishment night during her stay, no matter how long her stay is for. We fine they make handsome keepsakes and poignant reminders of a girl's stay here - while hinting at her possible return."

Kimberly nodded again and followed the director to his office.


As for Elizabeth, the fire in her bottom was nothing to the inferno raging in her heart. She couldn't wait to see her mother and inform her of the indignities that she had suffered. She knew her mother and knew that people, many, many people, would be fired for the humiliations that she had suffered today. At that point in her life Elizabeth wasn't capable of believing that her mother's only real decision was how long to assign Elizabeth to the facility's keeping.

Two hours of steady protests later Elizabeth was staring in stunned amazement at her mother's signature on the paperwork required to commit her. Then Director Bachman created a bit more paperwork, entering Elizabeth's name in his private record book and writing more, describing the punishment that was about to befall her. When Director Bachman showed Elizabeth the words that he had written she could barely comprehend them but soon their meaning was all too real for her.

As for Director Bachman, the investigation was far from over, but that mattered not. For the totality of her assigned stay Elizabeth was merely another inmate and he would treat her as such, granting her as little mercy as he would any piece of trash that the court sent him.

Goodgulf

[subrachel]

my god. this is just evil

[goodgulf]

I'm glad you enjoyed it.

It's similar to an idea that I used a previous story - Arizona Vacation at: http://www.spanko.net/spanking_forums/v ... 672&p=1507. Note: I've been told that Arizona Vacation is a bit on the long side for a story.

Goodgulf

[arielpantiesdnspanked]

Wow, this story is filled with pitflals and filling enemas to be farted out sitting on my, I mean they're red bottom.
a little Freudian slip there. Oh those sounds the bottom is bound to make would be so embarassing for Elizabeth with no privacy or doors on the toilets.

Then there is the photo punishment bookk to remind the inmate she does not want to behave in a way to make a return trip to the facility.

"We'll start her on one of the standard obedience courses. One version of that course takes a month, one is a set three months, while another includes the entire summer with a brush up at Christmas and Spring Break."
can you imagine if the facility pucked up the young ;adies at there house whole moom is still steaming guaranteeing that soom the teen girl's bottom would be steaming as well.

Ariel, here with hot feelings of dread and curiosity whether I could try this !

[goodgulf]

I'm glad you enjoyed the story. It's always nice to hear from someone who enjoys what I've written.

If you enjoyed this one, then you might enjoy:
Arizona Vacation
A couple goes to a "private institute" in Arizona to watch punishment night. While inspired by mock Victorian novels, there's no effort to disguise the pleasure the onlookers get.
http://www.spanko.net/spanking_forums/v ... ?f=3&t=672

Christmas Across the County line (which is slightly long) - in a future world, some areas have different laws. In some places you can buy any drug you and in other places you can't buy booze. In some places spanking isn't that common, but just across the county it's everywhere.
http://www.spanko.net/spanking_forums/v ... ?f=3&t=130

The Magistrate (part I only) - pseudo Victorian Fiction about a magistrate who frequently orders canings and his niece who unexpectedly drops by to visit him at work. Yes, she does get involved in a bit of a mix up.
http://www.spanko.net/Spanking_Forums_A ... 2&m=253675

The Magistrate (part II) Now that the fire has been lit, the magistrate's niece wants to explore the joys of corporal punishment - hopefully on other girls' bottoms. Alas, she's not always successful with that.
http://www.spanko.net/Spanking_Forums_A ... 2&m=258447

Sneaking Home - a college girl tries to travel home on a child's ticket
http://www.spanko.net/Spanking_Forums_A ... 5&m=313126

Returning To - written during the height of the financial crisis, this story looks at adult child returning home, with the returnees being encouraged to sign contracts that involve them being "raised again" so they can learn responsibility. Why yes, it does include corporal punishment...
http://www.spanko.net/Spanking_Forums_A ... 2&m=308962

Returning to snippets...
http://www.spanko.net/profile_blogs/Goo ... iew&id=509
http://www.spanko.net/profile_blogs/Goo ... iew&id=516
http://www.spanko.net/profile_blogs/Goo ... iew&id=523

Incubus (?/f, sorority; a bit edgy?) - some college girls accidentally summon a sex demon.
http://www.spanko.net/Spanking_Forums_A ... 5&m=256039

Jennifer's Halloween (F/x, some age play) - a girl dress as child for Halloween, and is treated as one.
http://www.spanko.net/Spanking_Forums_A ... =5&m=18124

At the Cottage
A college girl goes up to the family cottage to open it for the season. As the only outsider there she is at the mercy of the locals - but only if one of them doesn't mind risking a criminal record.
http://www.spanko.net/spanking_forums/v ... p?f=3&t=62

Making it home for Christmas (F/f video)
Having mismanaged her budget, Linda lacks the funds to return from college for Christmas. A girl she vaguely knows tells her how she can earn some quick cash on the internet - without actually having sex on screen.
http://www.spanko.net/spanking_forums/v ... ?f=3&t=133

The Model Prison (judicial)
In a dystopian future the political landscape is radically different. The two big parties are gone and in their place is a wide array of smaller parties - most of whom look for coalition partners. Amanda Davis is an influential supporter of one such party and after it wins a county election she visits the Jefferson County Correctional Institute for Women to see the party's plan in action - and hopes to see some of the inmates strapped.
http://www.spanko.net/Spanking_Forums_A ... 5&m=316631
and it's follow up is The Excursion (x/FFFFFF)
http://www.spanko.net/spanking_forums/v ... p?f=3&t=76

The Reporter:
In a world where magic exist, a woman reporter has her body transformed into a teenage girl's so she can go undercover at an exclusive private school. She is sure that no one will suspect her but soon realises that she should have read the student handbook - at least the parts about corporal punishment.
http://www.spanko.net/Spanking_Forums_A ... 5&m=315636

Other than those stories, you might enjoy some snippets that exist on my blog:
Caught in the system - she isn't an inmate, but the system moves on.
http://www.spanko.net/profile_blogs/Goo ... iew&id=566

A Decision - she agreed to be a temporary slave but is forced to make a decision about her future
http://www.spanko.net/profile_blogs/Goo ... iew&id=555

The Substitute - when a starlet faces time inside she hires someone to take her place.
http://www.spanko.net/profile_blogs/Goo ... iew&id=539

Bubbles is sent away - while eating breakfast a girl hears that her party partner has been 'sent away' to a private institute that will tame her.
http://www.spanko.net/profile_blogs/Goo ... iew&id=533

April the 1st - a niece reads a note and forgets that it's April 1st
http://www.spanko.net/profile_blogs/Goo ... iew&id=531

Visiting a School - after her freshman year, a girl goes to stay with her aunt who teaches at a private school where they still cane. After a discussion about the cruelty of caning the niece is shown a school uniform that could help her understand the realities of caning.
http://www.spanko.net/profile_blogs/Goo ... iew&id=456

The Collage Discipline Display - thoughts of girl participating in the collage's discipline display.
http://www.spanko.net/profile_blogs/Goo ... iew&id=455

Problem at the Beach - when her beach bag is stolen a college girl is left with only her bikini and a police officer who insists on treating her like a juvenile offender
http://www.spanko.net/profile_blogs/Goo ... iew&id=380

Note: this is only a partial index of my work - featuring stories that are similar to the Facility ones.

Goodgulf

[johncook]

Kimberly should have been locked in there too.

[goodgulf]

Um, perhaps... But when I build these world I try to build rules into them. The mother can only be committed if she agrees to it.

Goodgulf

[lispank]

another great story!

[goodgulf]

I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Goodgulf