JoJo’s Spanking Adventure (Private for Lasher 13)

[LoriAmberstone]

Jolyne sighed. It was another day at Green Dolphin St. Prison. Ermes and FF were on another wing of the prison, leaving Jolyne with inmates she didn’t know very well during today’s role call. She waited patiently as the officer in charge went down the list of names, awaiting hers. Little did she know that this officer in particular was a Stand user.

[MajorMimosa]

Lieutenant Yvonne Donata was a passionate woman.

Having grown up with four younger siblings and in a home often devoid of adult supervision, she was forced to grow up quicker than most in order to support her family. Tutoring, bathing, and feeding her siblings came naturally to the young girl, and it was almost unsettling how little it bothered her that she was forced to take on the role of a motherly figure so early in her life. Despite having to work since she was nine, Yvonne was never without a smile. She always found time to dance and be happy, momentarily unbothered by the cruelty of the world and circumstance. As she and her siblings grew older and apart, Yvonne found a hole in her life. Without the constant need to take care of them, she felt devoid, and her smile faded. That was until she landed a job at Green Dolphin St. Prison, a place she never would have seen herself in the past. But seeing how so many guards mistreated the prisoners during a charity event she attended, she knew something had to be done! Her empathy was mocked and scoffed at by many of her peers, but the ones above were so impressed by her kindness yet firmness towards prisoners and even other guards that she advanced quickly through the ranks.

That was when Yvonne Donata's smile began to fade once more.

She had only put on the rank of Lieutenant a few weeks ago, and around that time something bizarre indeed happened. During the transport of a prisoner back to her cell, one Jolyne Cujo dropped the parcel that she had received. Yvonne stooped down to pick up the strange shard of metal, but the moment her fingers graced the surface her entire hand was sliced open! Yvonne screamed from the white-hot pain that began at her index finger but grew more intense as it surged within her entire body, causing the prison guard to black out. When she awoke, she was seated on the floor of one of the break rooms, being tended to by a nurse and a few guards. The official reasoning she was provided about her fall was dehydration, and none of them seemed to know anything about the strange shard. Yvonne was resigned to leave it at that at first, but she simply could not ignore the happenings of the last few days. On Monday, she heard every word of a conversation two prisoners were having an entire floor beneath her office, on Tuesday she was able to smell the donuts her colleague had brought in before even pulling into the parking lot of the prison, and later that day she almost burst into tears with how immaculate the flavor of a plain glazed donut was. Even earlier today, a subordinate had to inform her that there was a thumbtack in her hand, likely stabbing into her while she swept debris and crumbs off of her desk. She hadn't even noticed it! What was going on?

Yvonne made her way down the halls of her assigned wing of the prison, flanked by two subordinates.

"EVERYONE, OUTSIDE OF YOUR ROOMS-oof!" One guard shouted, cut off by an elbow in the ribs.

"Oi! Not so damn loud, I'm standing right here!" Yvonne cursed, rubbing her temple from the immediate headache caused by the intense sound. Maybe she'd take some sick days for the rest of the week while whatever was wrong with her mellowed out. For now, however, she had a job to do. Marching efficiently down the corridor, the other guards dipped into each prisoner's room to give it a brief inspection as she called out the names of each cell, rapidly approaching Jolyne.

"Bravers! Coraline! Criss! Cummins!" Yvonne checked off name after name, eyes glued to her clipboard as she she stepped forward.

[LoriAmberstone]

Jolyne was feeling very bored. Role call was never her favorite part of the day, and she had been through it so many times that it had become a dreadful routine for her. She stared off into nothingness, waiting for her name to be called as the officer paced down the prisoners, lined up side by aside. Eventually, the officer made her way toward Jolyne and called out her last name, “Cujoh.”

“I’m here.”

Jolyne raised a hand at the mention of her name, unintentionally hitting the officer with her arm as she did so. It wasn’t a hard hit, she may have even described it as a light tap. She lowered her arm again, thinking nothing of the light physical contact. She ignored the officer, expecting her to continue going down the list.

[MajorMimosa]

Yvonne was unaware of the impending impact before what appeared to be a simple brush against her shoulder. However, the officer's shoulder erupted in pain, causing the normally composed prison guard to cry out in shock and pain! She dropped the clipboard, her free hand instantly caressing her bruising shoulder. Yvonne turned to Jolyne with murder in her eyes, their faces not even two inches apart.

"Oi! What's the big idea, Cujoh!? Trying to push me off of the ledge or something, bitch!?" Wincing at the sharp movement, her hand snapped forward and grabbed on to the inmate's collar, pushing her slightly back into her cell. "I've got half a mind to beat the holy hell out of you!"

[LoriAmberstone]

“Agh! Hey, let go of me! What are you doing? I’m sorry for accidentally touching you! Jeez!”

As stated before, Jolyne’s friends weren’t around. And added with the fact that she already disliked morning role call, she was not having it. She gave this officer some attitude. From her point of view, the officer was making a big deal out of nothing, and Jolyne wasn’t happy about that. She grunted as she was picked up by the collar and pushed into her cell. She held on to the officer’s wrist, hoping that she’d let her go.

“What the hell are you doing? I said I was sorry, didn’t I? Stop making a big deal out of this! I said I was sorry, didn’t I? Just leave me alone and we can both carry on with our mornings!”

Jolyne didn’t lose her attitude as she tried to break free of the officer’s grasp. She didn’t know what her deal was, but she definitely didn’t want to deal with it. The sooner she got out of this situation, the sooner she could get the role call over.

[MajorMimosa]

Yvonne snarled at Jolyne, unable to hold back the frustration of the past days' events. Where did this inmate get off, not only striking out at her in such a way but also giving her such attitude! A searing pain surged through her wrist as it was grabbed by the other woman, causing the officer to wince and release her grip. From Yvonne's perspective yet again, Jolyne was trying to break her wrist! Was she always this strong?

"Ow! That's how it's gonna be, Cujoh? Fine!" Shocking the onlooking guards and prisoners alike, Lieutenant Yvonne lunged forward and slapped Jolyne right in the face! If the Joestar was paying attention, she would have seen a vague, maroon aura coming off of the prison officer as she struck. The slap was meant to hurt, obviously, but not nearly as much as it actually did! With her stand beginning to activate, Jolyne's cheek was far more sensitive to the strike, leaving a clear and throbbing handprint in it's wake.

"I've had just about enough of you inmates thinking this prison is your personal playground! And trying to injure an officer is the last straw!" Taking advantage of the stunned woman, Yvonne turned the tables and grabbed on to her wrist, twisting it behind her back and escorting her over to her rather uncomfortable bed.

[LoriAmberstone]

“OWW!! What the hell was that for?! And what are you taking about? I didn’t even attack you! H-hey! What are you doing!”

Jolyne was stunned by the slap, holding a hand up to her burning cheek. This was short lived however, when she had her wrist grabbed and turned around as she was led to a bed. She squirmed trying to break free of Yvonne’s grasp.

“Let me go! I didn’t do anything! Where are you taking me?! What exactly is going on here?!”

Jolyne was contemplating using Stone free to beat Yvonne up, but figured she’d find a way to clear up this misunderstanding without being punished for beating up an officer. So she semi-allowed herself to be taken to the bed.

[MajorMimosa]

"What's going on here, is I'm sick and tired of inmates like you thinking that just because I'm courteous, I won't enforce the rules! You've mistaken my kindness for weakness for the last time, Cujoh!"

The guards (and few inmates that peeked over their shoulders) watched in stunned silence as the Lieutenant sat down on the edge of the bottom bunk, pulling Jolyne down across her lap with her bottom facing the onlookers! It would be hard for the Joestar to see due to her position, but a humanoid shape was slowly starting to form behind Yvonne, granting the lean woman with a strength that contradicted her lithe form. Still holding on to Jolyne's wrist, her left hand was raised high into the air before crashing down with a resounding SLAP! right in the center of Jolyne's bottom.

[LoriAmberstone]

All of Jolyne’s hopes died as she was laid over Yvonne’s lap. She already knew what was coming, and her heart began to race as she watched the guard’s hand go high in the air before it slammed down on her bottom with a resounding smack. The pain was much more than Jolyne would’ve imagined, and it immediately caused her to try and get up and get away from Yvonne as she desperately tried to plead.

“I didn’t do anything! L-let me go! That hurt really bad! I don’t know what you’re going on about, but I never hit you! Please, just let me go!”

[MajorMimosa]

"Typical inmate!" Yvonne chastised, digging her elbow lightly into Jolyne's back to keep her squirming to a minimum. "Breaking the rules! LYING about breaking the rules! It's high time I show you and every other miserable prisoner that I! Mean! Business!"

Appearing in a flash out of the Lieutenant's shoulder was a separate, mechanical looking arm that began to mimic the rise and fall of her stern hand. Suddenly, Jolyne began to feel twice the pain of the original spanking; the hand of what was undoubtedly a stand spanking whatever cheek Yvonne herself wasn't focused on.

"Um, ma'am? This is really against protocol-"

"SHUT UP! DO YOU WANT SOME TOO? I'LL WHOOP EVERY ONE OF YOU!!" Yvonne shouted towards the concerned-looking guards, who instantly stood at attention and went silent in response. They had never seen this side of her and, honestly, neither had she. Yvonne was a gentle, if not firm, woman who took pride in her work and treated everyone with due respect. Had these last few days really been so torturous that she snapped? Was she always like this secretly, and just put on a smiling face? At the moment, these questions weren't important. The more appropriate question was: how hard could this lady hit!?