THE PRISON FARM Samantha Boline stood at the back of the crowded court room. She smiled as the judge sentenced Marge Beckton, and her husband, Mayor Phillip Beckton. Convicted of multiple counts of public funds misuse, savings and loan mismanagement, and bribery, the $300,000.00 fine would be hard, even for them. But the 18 months at the minimum security County Work Farm, that was something else. Samantha remembered the scene of almost 11 years ago when she worked as a clerk in the giant retail store that helped support the town. Marge Beckton had complained about her poor service so vehemently to her supervisor, that she got her fired. There was a lot of people in the town that disliked Marge Beckton and her holier than thou, haughty manner. But now, now she would pay. Samantha had worked hard the past 11 years, and was now captain of the guard at the work farm! She would be waiting. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Samantha reviewed the case file of Marge and another three new female prisoners that would be arriving that afternoon. She stamped them all "MAX", meaning that each one would be accompanied by a male and female guard. It was reserved for the more violent offenders. From her private office, she looked through the one way glass into the Processing Room. On a white line, stood the four women......the new "fish". Marge had on an elegant two piece suit. Perfectly tailored to her 45 year old frame. Marge thought of herself as another Jane Fonda, and kept her self in remarkably good shape. She eyed the rest. A cute young blonde shop lifter. A dark complected thin 24 year old, in for selling grass. And another woman, short and stout, about 40, and part of an auto theft ring. The four female and four male guards stood at the back and sides of the room. Samantha entered the room. "Good afternoon, ladies," she addressed them in her well worn welcoming speech. Your life here can be easy or hard. It's up to you. Keep your nose clean, do your work, no back talk, and you earn good time......that's early release. If you don't, there's bad time. We use a demerit system coupled with corporal punishment. As she spoke, she walked up and down the line, stopping at each prisoner and eyeing them up and down. She stood just inches from Marge, looking directly into her eyes and smiling. Samantha stood in front of the group. "Marge Beckton, Number 45631, step forward and stand in the white circle," she directed. Marge took the four steps forward and stood in the center of the four foot circle. "Take off all your clothes." Samantha smiled. Normally, she would not have the male guards present and have all the women disrobe at once, then go in for their physicals, and get the processing procedures over as quickly as possible. But not this time. She wanted Marge to squirm. To embarrass and humiliate her the way she did to her those many years ago. "OH! Please, Sam, not.....not in front of......" Marge started to beg, but was interrupted by a hard swat from a female guards night stick across her bottom! "AAEEIII!" Marge screamed and turned around. "You will address Miss Boline as Captain! Understand, No. 45631!!" the guard shouted. Now do as your told! That will cost you five demerits!" Marge bit her lower lip as she looked at Sam, and the guards. The males were starting to chuckle. Sam backed up, and with a little jump, sat on her desk. Her legs swung back and forth as she smiled at Marge. Marge removed her jacket and handed it to the female guard standing just to her right. Then stepped out of her shoes and unzipped her skirt. She removed it and her slip and struggled with her panty hose. She could here more chuckles. As she stood in her bra and panties, she looked at Sam, hoping for some type of last minute reprieve. There was none. "Now come on Margie, don't be shy," Sam chided her. We are just all dying to see those big tits and ass of yours," she smiled. With considerable embarrassment, Marge reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Her size 38D's wiggled free. She placed an arm over them and looked at Sam again. "Hurry up now. Pull your little panties down." Sam almost sang the words. Marge could feel her cheeks throbbing with blush. Her temples pounded and her stomach churned. She looked at the smiling men. She put her fingers into the waist band of her panties and pulled them down! She stumbled a little, and her tits jiggled and she bent to step out of her panties. There were more chuckles. She stood up and placed an arm over her breasts and one over her crotch. "You stand at attention when you are in my, or any other trustee's presence!" Sam shouted, and smiled as Marge lowered her hands to her sides. "Well, I guess with all that money, you sure know how to eat!" Sam mused, as the guards laughed in reference to the little paunch of Marge's lower belly. "We'll work that off you, won't we boys?" she smiled again as she glanced at the guards. Marge closed her eyes and breathed hard. "Turn around," Sam directed. With all the courage she could muster, Marge turned around. Now she was facing the other prisoners and most of the guards. She could feel their eyes on her breasts and burrowing through the thick triangle of her pubic hair. "We'll work a couple of pounds off that big ass of yours too!" Sam spoke. Marge's ass was really quite a nice one, Sam thought to herself. Marge was mortified standing naked and having words spoken out loud about her body. "This is what we use for discipline." Sam spoke, as she jumped down from her desk, and again walked up and down the line, with a long wooden paddle in her hand. "This is what you can expect if you step out of line." "Turn around, Margie, bend over and grab your ankles," Sam turned and addressed the woman, tapping the paddle on the palm of her own hand. Marge looked at her with pleading eyes, then turned and assumed the lewd position. She had to spread her legs in order to grab her ankles, and knew her privates were well exposed from behind. "This is just an example," Sam again directed the group. "Now, Margie, you are going to get five swats. I want you to count aloud so we all can hear. If you release the hold on your ankles, we will start over. Is that clear, Dearie?" Sam asked while tapping the paddle on the bare bottom. "HMMMMM?" she added when the answered "yes" was whispered. "Yes. I understand," Marge answered, breathing heavily. Sam took a few steps back. "Oh, Margie! We can see EVERYTHING from back here!" Sam chided. "You know, conjugal visits are not allowed. You sure you can go 18 months without a cock?" Sam mused. Your pussy looks wanting already! she added. "Maybe we can find something to substitute later on." she smiled. The words cut through Marge like a razor! She screwed her eyes shut, knowing of how open she was to all the eyes in the room. "Hold tight now. You are about to get your first of many prison spankings!" Sam spat, her lips curling in cruelty. Sam stood back and adjusted her range, then raised the paddle high. With a splat that echoed against the hard painted walls, the paddle cracked into the bare bottom. "OHHHHHHNE!" Marge gasped, as the horrible sting registered. Jesus! it hurt. She could almost feel it ringing like the echo. Sam smiled. SPLAT! again in the same place, across both cheeks at the very center. "TWOOOOOOOoooo!" Marge managed to stammer out, as the itchy sting made her knuckles white as she tightly held her ankles. Sam walked up and down the line of women, watching the looks of terrified horror on their faces. She turned again to Marge. SPLAT! lower down at the tender under curve. "AAAIIIEEE! THREEEEE!" Marge rhymed and lunged forward some what. Sam tapped Marge on the ass with her bare hand, kneading one cheek at the center. "The next one's going right here," she pinched the place on the right cheek. Marge cringed with anticipation. She felt like she was going to throw up. SPLAT! the paddle hit the mark with deadly accuracy and force. Being so concentrated, the sting felt much worse. "And the next, right here," as Sam pinched the left cheek. SPLAT! again, the paddle hit its mark and sent a searing message to her brain. "Margie, you just stay like that now," Sam tapped her bottom again, "And the rest of you get undressed!" The other women did not need to be told twice and quickly started shedding their clothes. Marge desperately wanted to rub her throbbing bottom. It itched and throbbed horribly! The bent over position was beginning to become uncomfortable. Sam again walked up and down the line of women, now standing totally naked on the white line. The blonde was a real blonde! she smiled to herself. The tall thin one was as flat chested as one could imagine, a dramatic contrast standing next to the short stout big breasted 40 year old. The women cast nervous glances around the room, especially at the male guards. Yes, she and her guards would have some fun with this group, but they seemed smart and obedient. But for Marge, it was just the beginning! She had one of the guards send a message to the Warden. Sam felt sure he would like to "interview" her before her physical. They had so much in common. She smiled.