Lady In The House Ch. 11

"My customers always come first," he laughed at his own pun, "and when my girls don't treat their customers right, I won't treat them right!" he finished and with lightening speed he flicked up my skirt and slapped his open hand down on my pantied buttocks.

The sound of the slap echoed through E Block and a scalding pain erupted on my bottom as I screamed in shock. I heard the other girls gasp and as I looked through my tear filled eyes I could see that they were wincing while Steve started to paddle my arse.

The pain of the spanking was tolerable but as Steve continued to rain down a steady stream of slaps on my arse cheeks, the flimsy material of my panties did nothing to soften the sting of the blows. I wriggled and scissor-kicked my legs as I tried to break free, but it was no use, Steve kept me pinned on his lap with his free hand.

"See this you bitches," he screamed at the congregation of whores and punters who were staring in fascination at what was happing to me, "This is what happens when you fuck with 'Iron Bar' Steve!"

Steve's spanking continued and my rear throbbed as the pain settled into a stinging burn in my buttocks. I had stopped squirming and was lying like a rag doll in Steve's lap, sobbing with pain and mortification. I turned my head again and looked up at the small crowd watching my humiliation. Brendan was watching me intently and he actually looked a little sympathetic to my plight. Some of the girls winced in sympathy each time Steve's hand smacked my arse; but some of the girls and most of the punters eyes wore the gaze of predators watching a struggling prey.

Prison predators, by their nature, take pleasure in the degradation, humiliation and pain of other inmates. When that other inmate is an attractive, heavily made-up, transvestite as she lying across the lap of her captor, with her skirt rucked up around her waist and her stockinged legs and high-heeled feet kicking and struggling, then it is indeed a pleasing sight.

The punter standing next to Charlotte was staring intently at me; and each time Steve's hand smacked down on my panty-clad arse he thrust his hips forward to intensify the pleasure his cock was receiving from Charlotte's preoccupied stroking.