Dear Dr Swan,
I would like to thank you for your help on that Friday when I arrived with the pizza delivery. It was, as you said, a despicable thing for someone to have ordered ten cheese and tomato specials for delivery to the Girls Reformatory School. It was also so kind of you to pay for them, even though you hadn’t ordered them. The ten-dollar tip was more than generous under the circumstances. My boss would have been in a foul mood if I’d returned with them.
Who would have thought there were so many corridors that looked the same, as I tried to find my way back to reception, after kindly letting me use the bathroom. The Matron, Miss Tuck, who was also very kind, insisted that I take a shower and the two orderlies, Bart, and Edwin, kindly helped me undress, despite me telling them that I was quite capable.
May I suggest to you, if it’s not so bold, that a different soap might help? The dark green thick liquid did not make good bubbles and smelt unpleasant. In fact, it could be that this batch was faulty, as it made all my body hair fall out, and left me with a rash which kept itching. Good job I didn’t use it to wash the hair on my head.
Miss Tuck was very, very insistent, and thorough as she made sure I was clean and dry. The shiny table with those handy leg stirrups certainly helped her do the job properly. She must also be commended for her hygiene with the rubber gloves. Maybe, Bart and Edwin might wait outside when the matron is helping the girls get dry. Their smirks and comments about how wet I got were not helpful, despite Miss Tuck saying it would help when she went into my rear hole. She was right; it did help, as I hardly felt a thing when she pushed her fingers in and around.
The new clean clothes were very nice, but not practical for delivering pizzas on the moped. The white shirt, which was far too tight, would get covered in stains. The short black pleated skirt would fly around in the wind, as I rode the moped, exposing my naked bare thighs and higher. I did mention this to Miss Tuck as I asked for a pair of underpants. Again, Edwin and Bart were somewhat unhelpful in this matter, as they fell into uncontrollable laughter. At least I was assured that underpants would be issued later.
The Friday night entertainment you put on for the girls and staff is somewhat different from anything I have seen or indeed taken part in. I told Edwin and Bart as they escorted me to the room that I should be going as Mr Lopez, the pizza shop owner, would be wondering why I had taken so long. They said it would be rude to leave after all the nice things that the staff had done for me since I arrived. I did feel guilty at this point and said they were right.
The ‘ride on the horse’ game reminded me of when I was little. I would sit on my rocking chair and ride as hard as I could. My mother took it away suddenly one day when I was home from college after she caught me one bedtime doing it naked before my shower.
The leather seat did smell very funny, in some ways just like the soap from my shower, and another smell that I knew but couldn’t quite recall what it was. The straps that held my legs and arms in place certainly helped me stay in place. I would surely have wriggled off when Miss Tuck began to strap me, as we played ‘giddy up horsey.’
At least, I think that was what I heard someone call out. It was difficult to tell, as the pain in my naked bottom made me focus on that for a moment. Well, I suppose it was longer really as she kept on strapping me on my naked bottom. The repeated whack after whack also brought back my itching, but I was glad of the leather seat in that respect. I soon found that if I gripped my thighs and rubbed when the matron whacked me, I began to relieve it somewhat. Indeed, some five minutes later it had stopped altogether.
Whilst I had my earlier reservations about Edwin and Bart, they were good enough to clean me up whilst Miss Tuck played the same game with another girl on the adjacent horse. I must admit, though, that using their tongues was a very novel way of doing it.
The staff enjoyed the entertainment by all the applause and smiles I saw, but I’m not sure the thirty or so girls did. Perhaps you could introduce some different party games that more of them could be involved in, not just one or two.
My whole weekend was spent in the company of one member of staff or another. They are all so friendly and always seemed so obliging in letting you participate in anything that they wished to do. I made some new friends among the girls, and I can say that they are the prettiest bunch I have ever seen. It appears that they must have forgotten, even though I asked, but I never get issued any underpants. Not that they would have been on very much.
I would once again like to apologise for the inconvenience I caused you and your staff last Monday. There were all the forms you had to fill out and all the release forms to do on the computer so that I could go home. Thank you for letting me use the uniform to go home in, goodness knows where my pizza uniform disappeared to.
There was an incident on the way back to town, though. The moped got reported as stolen by Mr Lopez and the Sheriff and one of his deputies stopped me. The ride back to town in the back of the police car was a lot easier than sitting on the moped with the breeze blowing my skirt everywhere. I wished they had not cuffed my wrists tight behind my back. I asked the sheriff if he could loosen them. He and the deputy laughed and said that dirty, thiefin’, lyin’, reformatory girls are used to be tied up. The laugh was on him, though because I am not any of those things.
Once at the police station, I was soon naked yet again, and they complimented your staff on the marks they had left on my behind. You would never guess, but they have the same soap, I think it must be from the same faulty batch because it left me itchy just like yours did.
Furthermore, they have the same table as you have in the room next to the shower, even down to the same leg stirrups. Sheriff Swan, he has the same name as you and looks like you, perhaps you know him. He had me get up on the table and gave me a thorough check-up. I suppose I should have told him that I had already had one Friday, but he and the six deputies were having such a fun time that I didn’t want to be a party pooper. It was good to see that he was training the deputies, as he had me turn over and get on my knees, so they too could examine my ‘poo hole’ as he called it.
The uniform they gave was not as nice as the one I got on Friday. It was an orange dress, which was way too short, it barely covered my behind. The words D. O. C. written on the back made it seem cheap and tacky even more. As for the leather restraint straps and leg chains to walk twenty yards down the street to the next building, that was a little over the top, I thought.
Once inside it was a beautifully decorated building, I’m guessing it would have been from the last century with all that impressive wood and marble. We stopped, briefly, in this room where an elderly man sitting in a big chair asked me to confirm my name. After I told him, he said some words I didn’t understand, and I was to spend seven days at the prison farm. Then he banged a wooden hammer thing.
We walked back out the way we came, but instead of going back into the police station to remove my restraints, I was escorted inside an old bus. There were many other women on it already. I was soon chained to a seat just like them. Deputy Donovan blew me a kiss and wished he was accompanying me, how sweet, and I hardly got to know him.
The prison was way out of town, and I was tired by the time we got there. I was hopeful that we would get a shower and somewhere to lie down. I was right, as all of us women stripped and washed before we got to lie on the table. Furthermore, I had a déjà vu moment as they had the same soap and table as yours and the sheriffs. I had never met anyone called ‘Swan’ before, and here we are with another man of the same name, he was Warden Swan. He didn’t look like you or the sheriff, so I’m guessing that he isn’t related. Moreover, he wasn’t very kind to the other staff, as he only let them watch whilst he examined all the girls, despite some of them asking if they could have a go. He just said that their turn would come later.
I was assigned a job at the truck stop. The warden said it was because a pizza girl likes to deliver goodies to men. They even got me a uniform. I’m not certain that it was a real pizza girl’s uniform, though, as it had no badge or hat. I am beginning to believe that is a shortage of panties in the state, as I was again not given any, and they laughed when I enquired. At least with this job, I got to have a lie down for some of the time, although I spent as much on my knees.
I never got to see much of the prison, as the truck stop was open for business twenty-four hours a day. I was a bit jealous of some of the other girls who got to work outside in the fields or on the roads. Mind, they did look silly all chained together as they walked past early in the morning and late at night.
The warden was very remiss, though because I had to remind him that I had overstayed my welcome by two days. He obligingly let me go after I had got on my knees and shown him what I had learnt whilst I was incarcerated at the prison. He said I had done well. After I had my compulsory check-up, I was allowed to go. I had to ask if I could have something to wear because they said I couldn’t have the orange uniform I had arrived in, it belonged to the prison or something like that. They kindly gave me an old towel, it was a little frayed and had some holes, but it was just a little better than my birthday suit.
There was no bus to take me back to town, but one of the nice warders, Errol, was doing an errand into town, so he gave me a ride. We stopped a few times along the way, so I could pay my fare. This was the first time I had seen Errol and his ‘yard stick’. The other girls had mentioned him, but I thought they were having fun. I can now confirm it is true. The fare was pretty reasonable considering how far it was. Although he had searched me a few times with his ‘yard stick’ on the trip, he insisted on giving me one more when we parked behind the office of the probation service before we said goodbye.
My probation counsellor is Miss Swan; she could be your sister Dr Swan as she looks uncannily like you. Anyway, she let me have a shower and gave me some clothes. Again there were no panties; I said to her, it was a disgrace that there was such a shortage and that someone should tell the Governor.
Well, I appear to have written a lot more than intended. I only wanted to ask if you had any spare places at the Girls reformatory, as I have lost my job at the pizza place. They also rented my apartment to another student, and my college excluded me for missing so much time. I know you are a kind man, Dr Swan, and I hope that you will find a position for me. That weekend I spent there was fun, and I’m sure I could fit in.
Yours,
Lindsay Power
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Dear Miss Power,
I am sure we can find a place for you here. It is one big happy family and the girls, once they are here, find it hard to leave us. Why don’t you pop into reception at any time, and we can begin the process of your induction.
Yours,
Dr Wilbur Swan
