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to supervise, as well as using them to deliver
over-the-knee punishments whenever they felt one of “ their girls ” wasn't working up to
potential, was displaying a rebellious spirit, or was perceived to be taking a
break.   It was also obvious that the
number of sessions, and the degree of intensity involved, increased in the
presence of the men who watched in silence from the glass rooms above them.
    The
Attendants believed that randomized disciplinary measures kept even the hardest
cases well in line, especially when the punishment was particularly harsh or
shamefully juvenile.   Being
bare-bottomed over an older woman's lap was just too maternal and too childish
for the average young woman to bear without embarrassment.   The complete indignity of the position
heightened their humiliation and made them cry even harder, even if they were
only being spanked with a hardened palm.
    Molly
and April managed to make it through the rest of their shift without incurring
any additional chastisements.   At
the sound of the bell, they blindly followed the others from the workhouse to
the cafeteria for dinner.   Exhausted
and starving, the disappointing fare of a boiled potato, two hard-boiled eggs,
a ladle of succotash, and a piece of stale wheat bread seemed a feast.   Sitting was another matter, however, as
their severely-bruised rumps protested the hard bench beneath them.
    Molly
was exhausted, and even the process of feeding herself took effort.   She had not completed her meal when the
prefect at the table stood.   Dumbly,
she stood with everyone else and followed the lead to line up at the garbage
can.   The prefect, LeClair,
inspected their plates as they passed and clapped her thick hand over Molly's
wrist as she began to scrape away what remained of her food.   Molly looked into the prefect's eyes
with confusion, suddenly self-conscious of the stares from the viewing room
above.   Was this whole thing an
act to impress voyeurs?   Who were
these people?   These questions
never left Molly's lips.
    “ Do
you think you are on a vacation here, Petry?   There are people starving outside these
walls and, here you are, trying to waste all that good food!   If that is not bad enough, you compound
your error by, bold as brass, looking me in the eye.   You think you have a protector here,
don't you?   But even your precious
doctor won't deny the severity of wasting food, or that you dared to forget
yourself and give me such a confrontational look.   Come with me."
    Molly
was dragged over to one of the unoccupied straight-backed chairs that leaned
against the walls of the room and yanked unceremoniously over the husky young
woman's lap.   Her dress was hauled
up to her armpits, leaving her completely bare from the breasts down, and her
protests and struggles were useless against the two girls who were called over
to restrain her.   Molly's wrists
were gathered together and pinned to the floor with her captor leaning all of
her weight on them, while her ankles shared the same treatment.
    Aghast
that she had been bared and held down before an entire cafeteria of girls and a
roomful of unidentified men above them, Molly's face flushed.   She could not physically see what
LeClair was doing, but by the sound of swishing in the air behind her, Molly
suspected that the woman had produced the disciplinary tool used by the prefects.   It was called a Stinger, twelve inches
long and thin, about the size of a conductor's baton, and made from a heavy
plastic.   LeClair set about using
that little implement to the best of her abilities, plying it up and down the
entirety of Molly's behind.   She
concentrated on the area where bottom met thigh, the place where it would hurt
the most the next time she sat down.   Molly delivered quite a racket, so Leclair wadded her dress into her
mouth to stifle her and additional agonizing strokes were added to her
sentence.
    Although
it was small, the Stinger was lethally effective and