HOME AWAY FROM HOME

BY SHARPERGIRL

Part 2

After being on trains all day and into the night, I was now
sitting in the back of a police van being driven across windswept
moorland to the "Midway". Phipps had handed me over to a burly
copper who did not acknowledge or speak to me the whole time. I
was thankful he did not make me wear the handcuff. The van pulled
up at a gatehouse where a tired looking uniformed screw ushered
me inside and signed all the papers. The van left and I stood
there with the screw eyeing me in the dim light. His gaze
unnerved me, we were completely alone, and he could have done
anything to me without a soul to witness it. It would not have
been the first time a male screw had used my body to dump his
seed, I said a little prayer and hoped I would be taken inside
soon. The gate was wide and had a barrier across. There was a
perimeter fence unlit running off into the darkness outside. I
looked into the compound and could make out some dim lights and
the shapes of some single story building s that looked to be a
long way away. "Miss Hilda will come and get you, stand there
till she comes and keep quiet. She's not going to like you
looking like that so you'd better just keep quiet and do as you
are told. You'd better call her Ma'am as well or you'll get of to
a bad start and that is not what you want with Miss Hilda." I
huddled in my leather jacket and jeans as the night air was cool
and there was a wind blowing. I'd been told to stand by the door
and it was partly open. Eventually I saw the headlights of a car
approaching. The small vehicle pulled up at the gatehouse and a
tall grey haired woman wearing a tweed skirt and jacked got out.
She looked like she was caught in a time warp and would have
looked completely at home if it had been 1950. Her face was pale,
lightly wrinkled. Her mouth was stern with thin lips. She greeted
the screw with a nod and peered over her spectacles at me with
cold grey eyes.

"Hello Susan, welcome to Scotland. I'm Hilda and I will take care
of your induction. What a poor little townie scruff you are to be
sure. You will be going through a lot of changes while you are
here and I will help you to start your journey. Please pick up
your bag and follow me." Her voice was quite soft and despite
what she'd said about me it sounded vaguely caring. I was always
wary of authority figures though, and hoped things might be
better once I got to find my aunt.

I sat in the front of the small car having slung my bag in the
back seat. "Not much to do tonight Susan, we'll get you to your
room and start processing you in the morning. Just a few
formalities to go through before I can let you get to bed." I
looked at her, "Hilda, I have an Aunt who is involved in setting
this place up, do you think I can get to see her?" "Oh, Susan,
I'm sure you'll met her all in good time, she is quite old now
and does not visit us as often as she'd like to. Also you need to
integrate with the other inmates here and I'm sure it would not
go down too well if they knew you were related to one of the
institutions founders, now would they?" I took her point, the
only thing worse than the attacks from the screws in Borstal were
attacks from other inmates who suspected me of informing. Things
would be tricky if I was identified as a relative of the boss!
The car slowed outside a single story pre-fabricated building.
"Here we are this is one of the accommodati on blocks, we have a
room for you in here. I got out and followed her in the cold wind
to the door of the building. Inside the swing doors the lights
were bright and it was warm. There was a passage with security
doors on each side, Hmmm I thought, this probably won't be a
room, more of a cell. Hilda pressed numbers on a combination lock
and opened one of the doors. "Right then Susan, this will be your
room. You are responsible for everything in it. You have uniforms
in the wardrobe. Night-clothes and underwear you will find in the
drawers. You will be issued casual clothes when the need arises.
We are VERY strict on the dress code here and your uniform will
be checked regularly, and, incidentally the underwear is
regulation issue and we do not allow any other items to be worn
with your uniform do you appreciate that Susan?" I was looking
around the room, modern furniture, rugs on the floor, ensuite
bathroom a comfortable bed. It had a long window down one side,
which the cu rtains were drawn across. It was the best room I'd
ever been in, I could not believe this would be my accommodation.
Hilda looked at me in the eye, stern but caring she waited for my
reply. "Yes, I, I er I'm sure I'll get used to it" I hoped it was
what she wanted to hear. "Good, now there's no time like the
present, I take it you would like a shower after your journey, so
I want you to get undressed, and lay your own clothes out here.
Also the entire contents of your hold all needs to be turned out
and neatly on the bed." She went to the ensuite and I heard the
shower go on when she came back I had lifted my hold all onto the
bed and had unzipped it. "I want you to undress first Susan, then
sort your belongings and then you can shower, now do you have a
problem with that?" I stopped looked up and shrugged no, sorry
Ma'am. "You will learn to listen carefully to instructions while
you are here Susan and I think in your case a lot of that
learning process will need to be enfor ced" I felt a little
uneasy.

Dumping my leather jacked on the bed, I slid my sweatshirt over
my head. I kicked off my trainers. "You won't be dressing like a
townie scruff anymore Susan. Girls here are GIRLS and they dress,
act and think like girls." I acknowledged her with a nod and felt
a little ashamed of my rather worn looking pastel mauve lycra
bra. I undid the belt on my 501's knowing that the scuffed knees
and faded material was not what Hilda had expected of a new
intern. I put the denims on the bed neatly with my sweatshirt and
stood in white ankle socks, my bra and the matching mauve lycra
thong. "Well Well Susan, I really do not think that is suitable
underwear, do you? Is that what all the girls in London wear? I'm
afraid we would call someone wearing underwear like that a little
tart, or a lot worse!" She was quite agitated and was trying to
sound calm. I could not believe this was a problem for her and I
started to wonder about how I would stand up to close scrutiny,
especially after the or deal with Phipps in the train toilet.
"I'm sorry Ma'am, I don't mean to offend, these knickers are good
with jeans, I'm afraid all my knickers are this style, they are
very popular with girls my age." "Take them off Susan, quickly
now, and give them here" I did so and stood rather embarrassed
with my bare pussy exposed while she inspected the thong. I went
quite red when she held the tangled garment close to her face and
started to scrutinise the gusset, then I nearly died when she
sniffed all the way along the g-string which seconds ago had been
resting against my arse hole and pussy. She looked up at me.
"Embarrassed Susan? Well you should be. This is a disgusting
item, and wearing it probably interferes with you and takes its
toll on your concentration and composure. Now, take off your bra
and socks and come and stand over here I want to do a quick
inspection of your anus and your vagina." The words echoed round
my head... What? What did she say? "Come on Susan the shower is
running, you must look lively. I did as I was told. "Kneel on the
bed Susan, yes that's right I'm going to visually inspect you
here but matron will give you a thorough examination including
internal tomorrow. You will have to shave off all the hair from
your pubic region; we do not allow you to have pubic hair here
for reasons of cleanliness. Now lay your chest down on the bed in
front of you and trail your arms behind you at your side. Good
now raise your backside right up in the air as high as you can.
Arch your back and spread your knees as wide as you can, good,
good, wider than that, yes good." I did not know what to do so I
just followed her orders. I felt so ashamed that tears came to my
eyes. My arse hole was pointing right up in the air. I could feel
the cool draft on it and my pussy was wide open so she could see
right inside me. "Susan, the position you are in is the Personal
Inspection Position. Any member of staff can ask you to display
yourself like this a t any time. If asked to do so you must stop
what you are doing, remove only your underpants and give them
immediately to the member of staff. Then take up this position
either on the floor or wherever you are told, is that understood
Susan." I was weeping quietly with embarrassment and shame but
managed to respond "yes Ma'am." "Now when I say open wide, I want
you to reach with both hands between your legs, press your finger
tips down on either side of your vulva and spread them apart as
wide as you can, do you think you can do that for me Susan?" "Yes
Ma'am" "Good, and open wide Susan" I did it, I could not believe
or understand what was going on, I just did it, stretching my
pussy wide open for her to look into. "Oh, I think you can go a
little wider than that Susan." And I did; wider and yet wider
still, my shame and dignity ignored.

I felt the heat of her face; she was gazing into me from about
four inches away. Oh, god she was smelling me, I could here the
long drafts of air being drawn up through her nose. "I'm looking
for fresh pink and moist tissue Susan and fresh girlish odours,
I'm getting red tissues flushed with blood and the smell of a
townie slut!" "But Ma'am, I'm not...." "Silence!" She barked,
still close to my private parts, I felt her breath and some spray
from her mouth when she said it. "You don't contradict or answer
back unless questioned directly by name. Do you understand
Susan?" "Yes Ma'am" "Good, you may take a shower now and we'll
sort your things when you are finished. I want you washed with
your pubic region completely shaved and dried with your teeth
cleaned and back here in ten minutes. Everything you need is in
the bathroom." The bathroom was well equipped. There was soap,
shampoo, towels and sponges, washcloth and even toothpaste and a
new toothbrush, there was also a hair br ush and comb. I could
not find any razors for shaving my pussy, but I knew I had some
in my bag and would do it later. I took a quick shower washing
myself very well in my personal areas, and I washed my hair. I
did my teeth and was, all dry and back in the bedroom with a
towel wrapped around me by the time the ten minutes was up. " Put
the towel back in the bathroom Susan, you don't need it if you
are dry." I did as I was told. As I returned she looked me up and
down. "Why have you not shaved as instructed Susan?" "My razors
are in the bag Ma'am and I couldn't find any in there." "Oh, and
did you look?" She did not wait for an answer and disappeared
into the bathroom to emerge minutes later with a plastic wallet.
She opened the press-stud on it and it unfolded revealing a
silver cut-throat razor. "And what do you think this is Susan?"
"A razor Ma'am, but I've never used one like that." " Alright
Susan back into the bathroom and soap yourself all over your
pubic area includi ng your anus please" The tears started to well
again with furious embarrassment. I ran a sink of warm water and
soaped myself all over my small tuft and the fluffy wisps between
my buttocks. I turned round when I saw her behind me in the
mirror with the gleaming blade of the cut-throat unfolded and
ready to use on me. "Rest one knee up on the sink so your thighs
are spread and your pubic mound is pushed towards the basin
Susan." This I did and I shuffled so my lathered pussy was over
the edge of the sink. She came up behind me. "Here Susan take the
blade in your right hand and hold it like this." I did so rather
awkwardly. She gently guided my hand and the blade down to my
soapy tuft, rested it gently but firmly near the upper edge of
the hairline, and drew it up over the skin removing hair and a
blob of lather. I trembled slightly. "Nothing to worry about
Susan, you will need to do this every other day while you are
here so you will soon be good at it, now keep going." I gi ngerly
scraped away my tuft, but I got scared when I got down to where
my groove started. This was complicated even with a lady razor.
"Sit on the toilet seat with your legs spread Susan and scrape
towards the opening." I took her advice and nervously denuded the
skin all around my slit. "Now lift your legs and scrape away from
your anus." Again I carefully pressed the blade down, this time
right next to the wrinkled sphincter and skirted the tender skin
until I was hairless between my legs and on my mound.

I dried myself and again went to the bedroom to start sorting my
things. This time I felt even more naked than before. I was told
my clothes and belongings would be bagged and stored just like in
prison and that I would not need anything personal here. It was
just an exercise in confirming what would be stored and what
would be burned. It sounded very final and it reminded me that I
was going to be here a long time. I did not have many clothes.
Two skirts and a dress were instantly put on the 'to be burned'
pile for being too revealing. My jeans and another pair of
canvass fatigues were also condemned. T-shirts and sweaters were
bagged. Tights and socks also. My leather jacket was to be burned
despite my attempted protests, standing naked with your pussy
shaved in a strange institution is no position in which to open
negotiations. My boots and shoes were saved. I got to my make up
case and was about to chuck it on the bag pile when Hilda said,
"Open it please let's see everyt hing in it." I paused, "NOW" she
barked. "I unzipped it and carefully tipped the contents out onto
the bed. There were all sorts of things, Cotton wool, some
Tampons, moisturiser, deodorant, several lipsticks. There was eye
shadow, hair conditioner, hair mouse, some combs and brushes, and
to my deep embarrassment my two vibrators plus attachments. Hilda
tut tutted. "Oh dear me, you really have no shame do you? It's
going to be hard for you here dear. But you will benefit greatly
from your stay." I was sobbing quietly; my tears now ran freely
over my hot red cheeks and dripped onto my small trembling
breasts. She picked up one of the tools. It was pink, eight
inches long with veins along the outside surface. It had a smooth
pointed head and near the base there was a piece projecting out
and upward with rubber pimples on it that was the clitoral
stimulator. She turned it on, and gripped it as it pulsed and
shook in her hand, the touched the clit stim and felt it's subtle
tingl ing against the end of her finger. She stared at me. I was
weeping and I avoided her gaze. She switched it off and picked up
the other one. This was black, ribbed, very thick and about ten
inches long. It had an articulated section in the middle. When
she turned it on it writhed and squirmed in her hand. She turned
it off. "I assume as these had batteries in then you expected to
be using them here?" I looked up "WELL?" I nodded slowly. "You
must not even think of these things here, if you do you will be
very very sorry young Susan. Girls who do not comply and who are
such extremely depraved characters as this evidence suggests find
things very painful here." The whole lot was burned, as was my
wash bag and an unopened box of tampons. "You don't need tampons
here Susan we have strict procedures for menstruation in this
institution, when are you due to bleed?" I hated the way she
asked that. I told her I would probably come on at the end of
next week. Hilda thought for a while. Then she said everything I
needed to know about the institute would take a few days to learn
and that we could make a fresh start tomorrow. "You won't get any
supper or breakfast because we need you to fast before your
examination. If you are thirsty you can drink the tapwater. Your
door will be locked until 07:30 tomorrow morning when I will come
to collect you. You should be showered, and naked as you are now,
there is an alarm clock over there. Remember Susan, everything in
this room is a privilege, which will be awarded depending on your
behaviour here. You get to have it all on the first night, but
given the things I have learned about your personal habits and
lack of morality I can guarantee you things will be much less
comfortable tomorrow night. You will be given the opportunity to
win back the privileges but I can assure you it will not be easy.
Now, get a nightdress from the wardrobe, go to bed and sleep
well, and a word of advice, do not think lustful thoughts a nd do
not masturbate! If you do things will be very difficult for you
tomorrow, and we already have a busy day set for you." She left
carrying all my belongings in 2 bundles and the door clicked shut
behind her.

I sat on the bed. My head was spinning. I shuffled over to the
wardrobe. There were three crisp white cotton nighties hanging
up. I had not worn one since I was little, I slipped it on and it
felt comfortable and safe. I looked through the clothes that were
there and in the drawers. There were two black pleated skirts, a
very expensive label but they were surprisingly short There were
2 royal blue sweatshirts and one red one. I was amused to find
that what I had assumed to be an overcoat was in fact a dark blue
cape. Who wears capes these days? I opened the drawers and found
underwear. I was pleasantly surprised as I had expected thick
blue serge regulation school knickers and some ancient and
uncomfortable bras. I found modern cotton-lycra high leg briefs
and soft crop tops which suited my small proportions best. There
were three of each garment in plain white. There were also three
pairs of white three-quarter length socks. I found a pair of
black leather shoes in my size, which looked like a pair I had
owned when I was six. I sighed, well it looks like we are all
going to be treated like schoolgirls again, some rehab programme
this would turn out to be. As I lay in the clean comfortable bed
I set the alarm for seven and turned out the light. I had no idea
what I had got myself into, sleep was the priority right now.