Lola's (Slow) Rehabilitation. (For RussianBunny)

[KathyKane]

Tatyana Petrov sighed as she turned off the shower, causing the torrent of hot liquid to subside, and the steam in the walk-shower to dissipate somewhat. She stepped out of the spacious shower and into her personal bedroom, drying herself with a simple hand towel before pulling on her uniform. Once dressed, she brushed the steam from the full length mirror with her palm and admired the reflection.

Her steely blonde hair was light it was almost white, and was pulled up in a fancy braid she could almost completely cover with her militaristic cap. Her uniform had been made to resemble a trendy take on a Russian Officer's uniform but the Swiss Tailors had fashioned something that had more in common with Hollywood renditions of Nazi officer's uniforms. It was slate grey and clung to her curvy form in suggestive ways, the tight skirt came to an abrupt stop midway down her thighs, a personal request of hers, since she chose to wear dark thigh-high stockings that disappeared smartly into light leather boots that straddled the line between militaristic and fetishistic.

She smirked at her reflection, a pale, perfect visage if not for the one scar that ran down from her left eye, donned her cap, and strode out of her quarters, through a short white hallway which granted one a breathtaking view of the Swiss Alps by way of immense glass panes, and into her office.

She sat down behind the immense, immaculately kept desk, it was rounded and carved fully from one great tree, and was adorned only by a red folder and intercom box. She flipped the red folder open and perused it without much interest until she came to the halfway point and a hastily scrawled name. That name was Lola Algar. Tatyanna chuckled as she settled into role as Warden. "On the list again so soon my little pet? What did you do this time...?" She smirked and reached for the intercom box, the day had officially begun.

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The Petrov Rehabilitation Center for Wayward Women had been constructed in the Swiss Alps in the 30s, under slightly more dire conditions than afforded the modern Center. In the past used to hold various prisoners and militants, the modern center played host to wealthy or high-profile female criminals who'd rather live in a semi-private and comfortable "institution" rather than a proper prison. There were many creature comforts afforded the prisoners, private dinners in their semi-private dorm rooms, and a fairly militaristic work-out plan, but those who agreed to serve their sentences at Petrov Rehab also submitted to very public and divisive forms of corporal punishment.

A prisoner spent the day under guard of disciplinarians who carried switches and paddles in their utility belts along with all manners of suppositories, punishment tools, and a demerit-based system that led the trouble makers to be punished by The Warden, Miss Tatyanna Petrov herself. The shame and pain were still better than what other might suffer in a proper prison and sentences were usually shorter. As such the prison was considered a "Rehabilitative Center" and used year round.

A in-mates typical day began with being roused by the clanging of the morning alarm, a greeting over the intercom by The Warden, and then a early-morning jog down to the showers, breakfast followed a shower, and then a busy period of cleaning before lunch, after which afternoon punishments and exercises for those who stayed in line and who would then be led back to their dorms for a hot dinner and massage before lights out.

Lunch symbolized a different fate for those who'd made it into the "red" though. Troublemakers and lazy or ungrateful inmates were sent straight from lunch to Judicial Correction at the hands of one of the five senior disciplinarians, or Petrov herself. A fate inmate Lola Algar was not entirely unfamiliar with...

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Lola Algar, indeed was not shaken with any sort of discipline used in the facility. After being caught selling drugs to college students ("horse tranquilizers", she had stated in court), deapite being a recent graduate herself, she had been given two options: 15 years in a normal prison, or 6 1/2 to 8 in Rehab.

She wasn't a total idiot. She knew what the better choice was. And after almost two years, she knew her way through the routine well enough.

As the hush-hush "Warden's Favorite" (though none of the guards would admit it aloud), it was rare for Lola to be disciplined by the guards. They would much rather the Warden handle it herself, unless it was obscenely important for them to show their dominance over the inmates.

Thankfully, the guards were good people. The prisoners, truly, were as well. Most of them had relatively "minor" charges: theft, drug possession or selling... Only one woman had ever come in with something huge - murder - and they'd proven she had done it to kill her husband because he had been molesting their daughter. She'd been so well behaved that, even with her massive sentence, she had gotten out in a fourth of the time.

Lola was certain she would stay for her whole sentence, though. While not a total mischief maker, she enjoyed poking the Warden's buttons (especially since the Warden would do the same in return, wink wink nudge nudge). She was also determined - with the new pink-dipped hair tips she'd done to herself in the bathroom toilet - that she would wind up in the Warden's office by lunch. Goodie.

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Jenny and Cammie (two of the regular daily guards, both pretty blonde girls with light tans) simply shook their heads and made do with a simple paddling for Lola over her prison uniform shorts. (these were little more than tiny orange jogging shorts so punishment could be felt quite clearly though them) They wrote up another note. "Tsk Tsk, that's another strike on your record you can't afford Lola, I just want to see that ass of yours when the Warden's done with it."

They jogged Lola down to the showers which were community, the inmates made to strip and be cleaned by ways of warm, fairly stingy water hose jets, and afterward a thorough soaping by the disciplinarians, but the morning routine was interrupted by a cool announcement over the PA. Both Jenny and Cammie smirked at Lola as Tatyana's voice filled the air. "Good morning ladies. I have a important announcement, today, afternoon exercises will be optional, and all but the most egregious of scheduled corrections well be postponed until tomorrow, our disciplinarians deserve a break, and they will be rewarded at the spas while the rest of you behave yourselves in the common room or in your cells.

As it happens I have a important bit of business to attend to today, and it will take up the entirety of my schedule, those of you scheduled for my particular style of correction should count yourselves lucky, but note I shall pay you back and then some tomorrow."

A somewhat hesitant cheer rose from the in-mates and was reinforced by the disciplinary staff, Warden Tatyana always knew how to keep the days entertaining. Her throaty, luscious voice sounded again from the PA and everyone was sure to listen. "The exception will be Miss Lola Algar who has set a little record for herself this week, and I am informed has earned at least two more write ups this morning. Lola dear, YOU are the business that will be keeping me busy the entire morning and afternoon, I'd appreciate it if you reported to my office post haste. That is all for this announcement, have a lovely day ladies."

The PA cut off with professional curtness, and Cammie tapped Lola on the shoulder with the riding crop that hung from her belt. "You know the way dear, let's no keep Tatyana waiting eh?" With obvious satisfaction, the pair led Lola upstairs toward her fate.

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Of course, the morning paddljng was barely five swats - just enough to pinken the skin - because they knew the Warden would eventually want to get her hands on Lola. Lola had no qualms about that, and she offered no resistance as she headed to the showers and started to get ready.

However, the sound of the PA system caught everyone off guard. Well, the inmates rather. Lola wasn't even remotely surprised when she was called out, and by some of the smirks that the guards and fellow inmates were giving her, neither were they.

"Take me to your leader," Lola joked once she has quickly dried herself and got back into her clothes. The small jaunt to Tatyana's office was short, and she knocked on the door when the guards made no move to do so.

[KathyKane]

Tatyana smiled at her little muse. Whenever the strain of the day, or the toil of predictable inmate behavior lowered her spirits, there was Lola, fearsome, cocksure, devil-may-care Lola to disrupt the mundane, and inspire Tatyana to new fantasies and creative punishments. She waved the disciplinarians away with a curt command. "Jenny, Cammie, report to the senior Disciplinarian offices, you'll find some duties await you there." Both of the blonde girls had been smirking at Lola during this time, but at the order their faces fell and with crisp salutes they retreated from the office, closing the great oak door behind them.

Tatyana stood, and indicated the chair in front of her desk. It was a single armless chair with a high back boasting an elegant design. It was bolted to the ground and could be used as a convenient stand for any number of punishments. Tatyana indicated the red folder that bore Lola's name, removing four separate forms from it, spreading them out on the desk. "You were already due a couple of hours here, and now I have not two, bur FOUR new violations to punish you on top of that, your really starting to let yourself go my pet."

She smirked as Lola crossed to the desk, her delectable body on display in the prison uniform that consisted only of simple orange running shorts, a brief tank-top, ankle high socks and sensible indoor running shoes. Lola was beautiful, Tatyana had to remind herself correction and reprimands would naturally come with the pleasure she intended to partake of.

"At this rate, your are never going to make Parole by spring m'dear, your Rehabilitation is going very slowly..."

Unmentioned but nearly impossible to miss, a impressive set of punishment implements had been lined up along the desk. A pair of paddles with wind-resistance stopping holes drilled into them, a smart belt with the buckle removed, a large wooden brush, and whippy plastic cane.

Tatyana licked her lips imagining the regiment she'd planned for her favorite victim. "So today we are going to try something different, today, we will be testing your limits...and perhaps, even rewarding your honesty with a bit of pleasure. How does that sound?"

[Bye_bye_birdie45]

Lola had to keep from grinning herself at the two guards' absense. It merely meant thr fun could start, onve they were gone. However, when Lola got closer to the desk, she took notice of the implements. Things which, of course, ahe had felt on her bottom previously. Some together, but not all four at once.

She didn't fear for her immediate safety. Tatyana had promised, shortly after being dubbed "pet", that she would never draw blood from the spankings and there would be no permanent bruising. That didn't mean it wouldn't hurt or sting, though.

She also knrw that Tatyana wasn't truly mad. If she was, the strapping would've already began and Lola would be yelling herself raw. And Lola knew damn well what those red sheets were for. One for the pink hair. One for being awake outside of hours. And two - two! - for masturbating. Or, rather, for getting caught masturbating. It would've been one, but the guard had been tired and offered two write-ups instead of one in exchange for no spanking. Lola had been fine with that.

"I wouldn't have made it anyway, ma'am," Lola teased, grinning widely. "I got another year and a half, minimum. But your idea sounds lovely, Mistress..."

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Tatyana shook her her head, her smirk fading into a authoritarian frown. She stood up, crossing over to where Lola stood quietly, each step, her heels making an authoritative *Clack* on the tiled floor with each step. "Not even ashamed of it are you my pest. Tsk Tsk. You've just earned extra time to go with your punishments, I'll be extending your sentence so your hear a full two more years. However, starting today, we will be actively pursuing improvement." As she scolded, Tatyanna's Russian accent became more prevalent, making her sound both more authoritative and exotic. She had a melodious, throaty voice and even as her voice hardened it remained sexy. She settled herself in the high backed chair usually reserved for the victim, and brandishing the hair brush in one gloved hand, she made a little turning motion with the index finger of her other hand. "Turn around my pet, bend over the desk, you know the rules, I want your shorts and panties down, and I want you to raise that plump ass of yours in the air for what it's got coming."

Punishment at Tatyanna's hands was never an impersonal experience. Her victims were forced to participate in the punishment, displaying themselves properly, legs spread a little, raising their bottoms up as high as they could, offering themselves to the punishment they had coming. Slouching meant extra punishment. As did infractions like not counting, not thanking her for their correction, or incorrect underwear.

As Tatyana waited for Lola to display herself, eager to get an eyeful of her prize, her free hand went to a small satchel that sat on the floor next to the punishment chair. In it, over a dozen anal plugs, plastic dildos, and a multitude of vibrators awaited lubrication and use. Tatyana believed in the making a naughty child smoke the whole pack form of punishment. The perfect punishment for masturbation? More masturbation than the naughty girl had bargained for. But first, pain and correction, and healthy does of teasing.

Tatyana frowned when Lola smiled mischievously. "I'm adding another implement naughty girl, hurry up and bend over."

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Of course I'm not ashamed. I get to spend my time with you, Lola thought to herself, and as romanticly sadistic as that thought was, it was definitely inappropriate for the present moment. Instead, she merely said, "Yes, Mistress," rather than ma'am, and started to lower her shorts and panties.

Lola also took the extra step to plainly step out of these garments - knowing Tatyana would eventually demand it of her - before bending over the desk, her bottom in the ultimate prime position for a spanking. She could see Tatyana had place their special toy bag near her chair - once whose contents Lola knew quite well - and she couldn't help but smile rather wickedly as she bent over the desk. She didn't point out her warden's lie - there would be no point of it - and instead she played along.

"I am sorry for dying my hair, Mistress," Lola said, in as repentant of a tone as she could make, before she tacked on cheekily, "It would've been more proper to do it in a sink, rather than the toilet, so that sucked, and I'm sorry it had to be that way."

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Tatyanna leaned forward in the seat, Lola's luscious, slightly parted buttocks perfectly on eye level for her to admire. sweet creamy thighs upheld a perfectly glorious bottom, bubbly, wide, and pale, with just a couple of adorable freckles to enhance the view. She was properly shaved, a inherent rule of the facility, and not one the Warden had ever had to punish Lola for breaking, her charms beneath her bottom would perhaps already be damp, if not they soon would be.

Tatyanna shook her head and ran the back of her gloved fingers up one thigh, slowly, cresting that gorgeous curve of a rump, and then running it down the other buttock slowly, she loved to tease her prey, and proceeded to pat, and pinch at Lola's bottoms until it caused her to shiver. "Cheeky, cheeky, cheeky. You must want it bad today..."
She stood and slapped the brush's wooden side firmly, but not severely down on Lola's right cheek, it made a satisfying *POP* and Lola even remained in position. She repeated the strike on the right side, and then the left in quick succession, awaiting the breathless count with each strike. Once these strikes reached fifty, and Lola's backside was a warm pink-ish shade Tatyanna was really read to begin. The warm-up was delicious, but also very necessary, without it her subject wouldn't be able to take the beating her Warden had in mind.

After the fiftieth stingy strike from the brush Tatyanna flipped the brush over and began scrubbing Lola's backside with the bristles. They were quite irritating and Tayanna spent a long time brushing Lola's crease, her buttocks, even her thighs. She paused long enough to pull those lovely cheeks apart and deposit a bit of her saliva onto the wrinkled starfish that lay between them.

Then she started the punishment again, harder this time, and slapping the brush down on the bristled end.

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Lola could practically feel Tatyana's eyes on her bottom. Not that she was embarrassed; not at all. Lola knew she had an amazing bottom - bouncy and utterly spankable - and it was absolutely one of her best physical attributes (in Lola's own opinion). That didn't stop her from squirming a little at Tatyana's teasing fingers as they groped her bottom prior to the spanking. She was used to teasing from the warden, and it was always lovely, but oh! It made her squirm so!

The first spank wasn't hard - a slightly more forceful love tap, if she were honest - and Lola began to count immediately. With her occasional memory problems (meaning her moments of getting so intensely aroused with the spanking and punishment, that she genuinely forgot what numbet came next), it was a good way to keep her focused with the initial part of the spanking.

It didn't stop Lola from letting out a whiney litle noise when Tatyana started to toy with her, with the bristly end of the brush. It hurt! It actually sting, rather than the pleasant stinginess of getting a spanked bottom. No fair! But any sort of complaint she had, flooded out the window when Tatyana played with her bottom hole.

Ahhh, Lola's major weakness. She was a huge "buttslut", as she'd been teased in college. She loved the nickname, and it was true, so...

"Fifty-one!" Lola cried out, then stomped her foot. "Oooowwwww! Fifty-two! This isn't fun anymore!" She pouted, shaking her bottom a little in hopes of enticing the Warden into doing something else.