Lady In The House Ch. 13

"Which brings me to my why I'm here," he went on.

"You have caused me and my brother a considerable amount of trouble haven't you?" he said.

"I'm so sorry Governor, I......."

"Shut the fuck up you dumb cunt; the question was rhetorical!" he cut me off.

"My brother's inside prison and I'm been appointed here to Chelmsford because of the evidence you gave to certain authorities hoping to get your sentence shortened to easy time in a minimum security facility."

"Well I've put a fucking end to that; haven't I?" he snarled.

I knew better than to try to answer him and stood there with my head bowed.

"But turning you over to Steve and his sleazy deviate cohorts is only part of your punishment. Sure your enduring humiliation and pain, being forced to become a transvestite prison prostitute gives me great satisfaction; but this is personal, so I need some personal revenge you understand?" he went on.

I bowed my head lower looking down at my pumps.

"I expect you to answer me this time," he growled.

"I'm so sorry Warden, I didn't mean for all this to happen. I was just trying to.............."

"Oh shut the fuck up! I don't know why I bothered to let you talk," he barked.

"Don't talk anymore unless I command it; understand?"

I nodded compliance.

"And fucking look at me; at least have the guts to face the man who is about to punish you for your transgressions!" he said.

I looked up, took a step forward and stood compliantly in the middle of the cell with my arms by my sides.

The Warden's eyes slid over my body starting with my heavily made-up face then sliding over my tight jacketed body, over my pencil skirt, lingering on my sleek black nyloned legs and finally down to my shiny high-heeled pumps.

He reached out and placed a hand on my face and then gently stroked the fringe out of my eyes.

"Pretty," he mumbled, and his hand continued down the front of my body finally resting on my waist distractedly playing with the material of my pencil skirt.