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Chelseas Unexpected Spanking

Chelsea lay flat on her stomach on the simple metal bed. She knew exactly what she had done wrong. She wasn’t thinking about the disaster of a bank robbery with her ex boyfriend that secured her next few years behind these cold steel bars. No, she thought about the fight with her cell mate Amber and the awaiting punishment. Amber didn’t share anything and especially not her clothes. She was the type of girl one should never, not under any circumstances tease, criticise or provoke.

The inmates at Orange County Prison for women were to wear their uniform overalls every working day of the week. Only on holidays and weekends were the women allowed to dress in their few private clothes. On one cloudy Wednesday noon when Chelsea had finished her shift at the prison’s laundry she brought back the overalls for Amber and herself. When Amber checked the number of overalls, she quickly found that one of them wasn’t her size. It was a size 12 instead of her usual 8 and one overall was missing. Instantly she was furious and grabbed Chelsea by her ponytail, „You gonna pay for that later, bitch!“ she whispered bittersweetly into her ear and then let go of her shiny blonde hair. Chelsea wasn’t in the mood to get spanked tonight by her firm cell mate. So she had to come up with a plan.

She went to the sink and splashed some cold water onto her hot face. She was already afraid of the night and had a hard time concentrating. She took the bar of soap and washed her hands. Suddenly, she remembered something from her childhood. If she ate a bit of the soap, she surely would get a fever and that was her chance to spend the night at the prison’s medical ward. She and her brother did that from time to time when they were kids to spend a day off from school on the big living room couch so they could watch cartoons the entire day. Since their mom never left the room, while their temperature was being taken they couldn’t cheat by holding the good old mercury thermometer into their tea or under the lamp. They had to be one step ahead. The boy next door who was two years older than her big brother had told them about this simple trick. Chelsea split the almost used up soap bar in half and then into smaller pieces. Slowly she put them between her perfect cherry lips and swallowed all the tiny bits at once and flushed them down with two glasses of water. Instantly she felt sick to her stomach from that disitinctive taste. Bravely she fought the nauseating feeling in her throat and concentrated on her breathing. In and out – nice, long, deep breaths.

The deafening ringing of the bell distracted her and it was time for lunch. Amber and Chelsea waited for the automatic cell door to be opened. They stepped out of the cell, lined up in a row and slowly marched down the long green corridor. At the dining hall Chelsea only asked for a little soup and some bread. As she set down at her usual table with the other inmates, she almost couldn’t stand the smell of all the food around her. The humidity from the kitchen created an unpleseant surrounding for her to be in. It was impossible for her to even try the soup, so she only took tiny bites from the white bread and hoped it would help her to keep the soap down.

Ronda, one of the guards, watched Amber closely since she was always up to something and caused all kinds of trouble on a regulary basis. Sitting across from her pretty Chelsea looked different today. Her face was pale and she was mildly sweating. She hadn’t touched her soup yet as she was staring blankly into the white ceramic bowl. „Hey Chelsea girl, you don’t look too good. Are you alright, dear?“ asked the warm hearted prison guard. She had always liked Chelsea and favored her over the others for many reasons. One of them was her perfect round juicy behind that even in those ugly orange overalls looked damn good. Unable to speak because of her nausea, Chelsea shook her head and her high ponytail slowly swung from side to side. „Come on, get up! I’ll take you the medical ward and have nurse Tanya do a check-up“ Ronda announced. Amber, getting the feeling she would miss out on a satisfying night of spanking her cell mate glared at Chelsea and gave her the finger.

Since it had been a very slow week so far, nurse Tanya was checking the expiration date of the drugs in the medicine cabinet to keep herself busy. The brunette RN was dressed in a white uniform that hugged her huge breasts and heart-shaped butt. It had an appropriate length and ended above her knee. She had put up her long hair into a chignon. On top of her head she wore an old fashioned but cute nurse’s cap. Tanya adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her nose just as somebody knocked gently on the door to the medical ward. Ronda walked in with an inmate at her side. „This is Chelsea and she’s not feeling well. I thought that you should take a look at her. I need to go back to the dining hall, but I’m sure you can handle Chelsea. She’s a good girl“ the guard summed up everything the nurse needed to know and left.

„Let’s take a look at you.“ Tanya said while she locked the medicine cabinet. „What’s the matter with you?“ she asked impatiently when Chelsea didn’t say anything. „I don’t know. I feel sick and I have a headache“ shyly said the young woman. The nurse felt Chelsea’s forehead and then her pulse on her wrist. Without further explanation Tanya took a glass thermometer out of one of the cabinets. Chelsea was about to open her mouth when the nurse explained: “this is a thermometer for rectal reading only. That’s the most accurate way. So I need you to undress except for your underwear“ the RN commanded. The patient did what was asked of her even though she wasn’t happy about a thermometer soon being shoved up her ass. However, she cooperated with the medical staff. She sincerely hoped that the soap would have raised her temperature at least to a mild fever by now. The pretty prisoner stripped down her overalls and stood still in her plain white bra and brasil panties. Tanya motioned her to the examination table. Chelsea lay down on her back and without asking the nurse pulled down her patient’s panties. She shook the glass thermometer and lubricated the tip with some vaseline. Then she asked the girl to bend her knees and put up her legs. Chelsea obeyed without hesitation. The RN parted the woman’s perfect cheeks and pressed her slightly too long finger nails into her flawless skin. Then she forced the cold glass tip deep into her patient’s ass. As Chelsea felt the instrument being roughly pushed inside her, an uneasy feeling spread through her entire body. The position she had to take pressed against her stomach and made her nausea worse. Like her mother, nurse Tanya didn’t leave the room while the good old mercury thermometer stuck out of Chelsea’s butt. She firmly held it in place and from time to time played a little bit with it. After five minutes she withdrew the instrument in one quick motion. The girl was relieved that this uncomfortable procedure was over. Tanya read the temperature and told Chelsea that she had a mild fever of a 100.6°F. Suddenly, as the patient tried to sit up, she couldn’t hold it any longer and threw up. Even though the nurse quickly reached for a plastic kidney bowl it was too late. Chelsea had vomitted all over herself, the examination table and the lime green linoleum floor.

„You poor thing! Let’s get you ALL cleaned up.“ Tanya said with an evil undertone in her voice. The tiny bits of soap hadn’t gone unnoticed by the experienced nurse. She roughly grabbed Chelsea by her arm and moved her down a corridor to the shower room. But this was no ordinary shower room, not even for a prison. A pair of metal handcuffs were dangling from the ceiling. No shower head or faucet in sight. Chelsea sensed that she had no clue what would happen to her next and wished she had stayed with Amber. Chelsea was told to face the wall. The nurse closed the door. When the inmate lightly turned her WP_20160515_13_46_16_Prohead to the right, a white garden hose became visible to her. From behind the nurse pulled down Chelsea’s panties and removed her bra as well. The underwear dropped to the cold, tiled floor. Chelsea stood there completely naked, shivering and and unsure what to expect. Then her soft hands were forced into the metal cuffs and pulled up above her head. Until now, Tanya hadn’t said another word. „You dirty little bitch! You sneaky whore! You think you can play with me and waste my time?“ she asked angrily. When Chelsea didn’t provide an answer right away, the RN turned on the cold water and directed the forceful stream of water against the small of Chelsea’s back. A shrieky scream escaped from deep within the prison girl’s body. She tried to move away, but Tanya kept the icy stream of water pointed to the young woman’s back. Tears streamed down Chelsea’s beautiful face as the cold water made her shiver even more. She was twisting and turning but the handcuffs made it impossible for her to get away from the line of fire. Suddenly, the water was turned off. Time for Chelsea to catch her breath and calm herself. But she couldn’t calm down. She cried even harder. „Lean forward and press your head against the wall“ Tanya commanded. Out of nowhere she produced a pair of latex gloves and a jar of vaseline. She put on the yellow gloves and made a snapping sound as she pulled them over her wrists. Then she put a little bit of vaseline on the tip of her left index and middle finger. „Relax your butt, or things will get worse for you“ Tanya demanded. Chelsea, afraid to the core, didn’t dare to object. Without parting her cheeks first Tanya inserted her two fingers into the girl’s butt and and started examining her rectum. „When was your last BM“ the nurse wanted to know. „I’m not sure, maybe two days ago“ answered Chelsea immediately in an attempt to please the nurse. „I’ll give you an enema to clean you ALL out and to lower your self-induced fever.“ Tanya explained, although she didn’t expect her patient’s consent to do that. She removed her fingers from Chelsea’s anus and forced the unusual soft tip of the garden hose into its place. She slowly turned on the water and let it flow deep into Chelsea’s bowels. The prison girl felt her knees slackening from the pressure in her lower intestines and dropped to the floor. Only held by the handcuffs Chelsea was down on her knees but was longing to just lie down. She wished for her tormented body to find some rest since this wasn’t to be over any time soon.

 Continue with Part II of Chelsea’s Unexpected Spanking

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