Tale of Temasek【M/F、英文】（投稿作品）

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Serious Operations and Action Response

The SOAR unit of the Singapore Prison Services, comprising highly trained elite personnel with a strength of just over 30, specialises in high-risk prison operations. Equipped with non-lethal weapons and bulletproof vests, they are capable of handling tactical riot control, hostage situations, and the transportation of violent inmates. Their daily duties include sentry duty, attending training abroad, teaching new prison officers, and administering punishment such as caning to inmates.

 

However, becoming a SOAR officer is no easy task. The officer must first be referred by his or her superior. Second, he or she must be medically fit and free of any genetic predisposition. Third, the candidate must finish the training course. The latter, on the other hand, is extremely difficult because its curriculum, in addition to its core functions, is designed to be on par with the commando's. It is of its own kind since the candidates must overcome a slew of strenuous physical and mental challenges over the course of thirty weeks while under immense pressure. Annual results show that, on average, only three out of every twenty candidates who enrol complete the course.

 

Following completion, successful candidates will be given the opportunity to advance their skills by becoming a certified caning officer. It requires an additional four weeks of training, but passing the elective will result in a higher remuneration package and a more lucrative job enlargement. For obvious reasons, none of the SOAR female officers have chosen to pursue it, leaving only a handful of males on the punishment squad.

 

Ryan Ong 24, Singaporean Chinese

Ryan stands about 1.78 metres tall, is tanned and athletic, and has a strong body with broad shoulders and well-defined muscles. He has been a tennis enthusiast since he was a child. He is already a SOAR prison staff sergeant and an accredited caning officer at the age of 22. To stay fit, he performs aerobic exercises, runs at least 4 kilometres, and trains himself with a variety of strength training exercises in the gym every morning. He has consistently achieved near-perfect scores on his annual physical aptitude tests, as well as excellent ratings for his performance. Despite only possessing a diploma, he is a driven young man with a promising future.

 

His unit's female chief warden was particularly impressed with Ryan's skills, noting his impeccable force and accuracy when administering caning punishment. She also admired his stoic personality, calm demeanour, and can-do attitude when completing tasks.

 

It was 7:35 AM on December 27, 2016. He received a call from his superior requesting his immediate appearance at Yishun Reformatory Centre.

 

Doesn't she realise I'm on leave today? He was annoyed but nonetheless acquiesced in view of his coming promotion the following year.

 

Is there a riot going on? Unlikely. Only youths with a strong capacity for rehabilitation are serving their sentences there; the majority of them served no more than five years and were not expected to be violent. The amenities, living conditions, and treatments are far superior to those of Changi Prison Complex.

 

Indeed, what was the urgency?

 

The Criminal Procedure Code (Amendment) Act of 2011

Parliament was recently inundated with calls for greater gender equality, including the extension of corporal punishment to females. Historically, the caning of females was prohibited in Singapore due to concerns over its potential impact on women's reproductive systems. However, recent research has shown that the physical effects of caning are minimal.

 

In addition to addressing gender equality, there was also a focus on reducing national expenditure by re-evaluating the country's judicial system with a focus on rehabilitation rather than retribution. The argument was that instead of spending their lives in prison, offenders should be reformed in order to re-join society as law-abiding citizens and positively contribute to the economy. This shift towards rehabilitation should not be interpreted as a more lenient approach, as offenders will still have to complete rehabilitation programs, vocational training, and morality classes. Their sentences may be reduced, but they will receive more canings instead.

 

On June 9, 2011, after the second reading was held, the Parliament approved the following Act, and on June 23, 2011, the President gave his assent:

 

1. The Criminal Procedure Code (Amendment) Act of 2011 enters into force on the date stated by the Minister in the Gazette.

 

2. Section 325 of the Criminal Procedure Code is revised by striking off the exemption clause under subsection (a) "women" and substituting "persons" for "men" in both subsections (b) and (c).

 

Publication date: 01 July 2011

 

Prison Operations Office, Yishun Remand Centre

27 December 2016, 7:53 AM

 

“I have arrived, ma’am. What’s matter?” He greeted Jean as he hurriedly approached her designated hot-desking area in his house clothes and sandals.

 

"I apologise for interrupting your day off, Ryan. I'll give you another day off to compensate." She continued, "Superintendent Gary sent me an email late last night requesting an offender to be caned today, but I only saw it this morning, and also, because you live nearby as compared to others, recalling you back would be most appropriate instead.”

 

Ryan nodded and inquired further, "When and where will the session be held?"

 

“It will be at half past ten, so get yourself prepared. This is the detail file on her. It will take place at Block C - Level 3 Room Farquhar. Oh, and by the way, please wear shoes next time when you are entering to any prison vicinity.” She scuffled off, making a beeline for the medical centre.

 

Her? Ryan was surprised, being entirely ignorant of the last remark. As a highly skilled caning officer, he was mostly responsible for administering corporal punishment to the most severe and violent male offenders in the prison. As females have a lower offending rate than males, it was uncommon for them to be sentenced to caning; thus, he rarely had the opportunity to chastise females. As a result, he mainly punished male criminals while his other squad mates handled the caning of females, if any.

 

Many male convicts who were caned by him wailed helplessly as his cane ripped their bottoms to shreds, drawing blood and inflicting serious wounds with just the first three to five strokes. He simply cannot see doing the same to a female.

 

Let me spin an excuse, he murmured.

 

Block C - Level 3 Room Farquhar C3-4, Yishun Remand Centre

27 December 2016, 9:12 AM

 

Ryan washed up and changed into the session-specific clothing, which included a blue navy singlet, high-cut running trunk, a pair of high friction running shoes, and a black cotton face mask – to protect the identity and safety of the caning officer. The loose clothing enables the caner to move freely and with full range of motion; as a result, he may swing his arm more fluidly and effectively without feeling constrained.

 

The room was well-lit, though the soundproofing on its four white walls made it unnaturally quiet. The centre of the room had the metal A-frame trestle. It resembled two Hs merged at the top and extended to about 90 centimetres at the base; with a small sensor radar gadget at the top, which enables the velocity of the cane stroke to be measured. To make the offender more comfortable, the middle section of the trestle features a rectangular piece of tungsten that is securely fastened horizontally, and the metal is covered in numerous layers of full grain leather. The four-legged device, anchored to the cold concrete floor, is made to withstand the tenacious struggles of inmates trying to escape from their gruesome ordeals. A bucket of rattans rested beside the trestle, with the front third of the canes submerged in a colourless brine. They are soaked overnight to ensure that the canes remain in pristine condition and to kill potential HIV after administering them to inmates. The diameter of the cane was almost the same thickness as Ryan’s thumb, and it is around 1.2 metre long. It is heavy but extremely flexible. A dozen 26-by-26-cm white euro pillows, stuffed with lightweight virgin polyester, were also laid against one of the room’s walls. A small number of tables and chairs were also present, along with an emergency medical kit in case the offender needed it. Interestingly, a variable-zoom video camera was placed far behind the trestle and had its camera lens pointed towards it.

 

Each punishment must be documented in high quality and archived for audit purposes as part of the prison regulations. These video clips are also used as part of the training materials to guide new caning officers.

 

There was also another door labelled "Medical Room", which is where the offender is medically examined and prepared before being taken to the punishment room.

 

Ryan arrived early. He still felt uncomfortable caning a female. Should I just tell Jean or the medical officer that I'm not feeling well today? He pondered, sitting in one of the chairs, and began reading the detail file that had been handed to him earlier.

 

Tiffany Tay Jia Min v Public Prosecutor [2016]

Tiffany's case was presided over by Justice Firdaus Bin Mohammad Andika of the High Court in Singapore.

 

“Miss Tay, you have filed an appeal with the High Court against a District Court judgment for charging you with one count of unauthorised traffic in control drugs under Section 5(1) of the Misuse of Drugs Act 1973. If you want us to reverse the judgment, you must help yourself by showing us new evidence demonstrating that you were unaware of the drugs in a black-wrapped plastic bag in your luggage." The justice of High Court exclaimed.

 

“I truly don’t know, Your Honour. When I visited my boyfriend in Kuala Lumpur on the last day, he told me that he had slipped a tiny plastic bag in my luggage to transport it back to Singapore on his behalf. I didn't verify the content because I was rushing to the airport, and I didn't expect it to be a drug.” Tiffany responded tearfully.

 

“Please, Miss Tay, as a 19-year-old, you ought to be reasonably sceptical and careful, especially since you are a distinguished law student! I have had enough of this hearing. How does ‘slipping a tiny plastic bag’ not raise any alarms for you? Were you of an unsound mind? Did you cheat on your examinations? Sorry, I digress, but don’t you have anything more to add in your defence?” Justice was visibly angry and continued. “Listen, you were convicted of possessing 120 grams of the class A drug ketamine with no intent to sell. You should be grateful that the District Court sentenced you to merely eight months in a reformatory centre and three cane strokes, as opposed to the statutory minimum of five years and five cane strokes. Unfortunately, we cannot let this slide because we are resolved to set a firmer precedent. As a result, we dismiss the appellant's appeal and decided to increase the appellant's sentence from eight to ten months in a reformatory centre, as well as from three to four strokes of the cane." He slammed the gravel.

 

She was astounded to learn that her sentence had been increased instead. Her boyfriend, Ethan, had not picked up her calls since she had been arrested. Tiffany was fully cognizant of the fact that she had been framed, but she was unaware that losing an appeal could result in a harsher sentence; a deterrence to potential appellants from squandering the court's time. Time spent in any of the reformatory centres does not result in a criminal record, unlike being sentenced to Changi Prison Complex. This implies that she does not need to disclose such facts to potential employers, which could affect her employability.

 

She still wanted Ethan to testify to her innocence, but will he?

 

Block C - Level 3 Medical Room C3-5, Yishun Remand Centre

27 December 2016, 9:32 AM

 

Tiffany, dressed in a reformatory-issued white tee, blue shorts, and slippers, sat nervously across the desk with dried tears on her face. She had clearly been crying when she was notified about her caning session early this morning by the superintendent.

 

Kushal Deshmukh, a doctor in his late forties, was looking through the records that detailed her medical records across the desk from her. He stood up and placed a stethoscope against her chest. There was no evidence of an abnormal heartbeat. He motioned the girl to place her lean right arm inside a blood pressure monitor. The monitor displayed an elevated blood pressure, but there was no need for concern, most likely due to anxiety.

 

"Tiffany, you are fit to be caned," he said, ordering her to "strip, and on the basket, you will find an apron, wear it and carefully store your clothing and slippers in it."

 

Her last hope was dashed. She realized there was nothing much she could do now. The instruction by the doctor made her feel extremely open and vulnerable because only her parents and boyfriend have ever seen her naked.

 

The doctor's breath smelled like tobacco and alcohol, which made her feel sick. On top of that, the doctor was staring at her strangely. Is he even a doctor? She has more important things to worry about.

 

Her hands shook as she removed her clothes and put on the apron. The apron is designed to conceal and modestly cover her front breasts and groin while leaving her back completely exposed. There are, however, two strings knotted behind her neck and waist to hold the apron in place as she steadily tied them.

 

Tiffany is slender and petite, standing at 154 cm, the usual height for a Singaporean female, with a pale and light skin tone. She has a young, feministic appearance with an adorable face and delicate cheeks. Her natural black breast-level hair and doe eyes look incredibly lovely together. Though she has small breasts, they are perky and have appealing pale pink areolas. She is also blessed with a pear-shaped body, small defined A-shaped buttocks, a lean waist, and a pair of slim legs.

 

“It’s done, sir.” She spoke in a quiet and gentle voice.

 

“Come here, bend over the desk, put your hands on the edge, and spread your legs widely.” As she finished tying up, Kushal gave her another command.

 

She did as per request, except for the last.

 

Feign ignorant, eh? Kushal pried open both her silky and soft globes rudely from behind, revealing the exquisite valley between her parted buttocks. Tiffany was startled by this invasive act and felt a rush of blood through her brain as she tensed her muscles and gripped the other end of the table tightly. Her breathing quickened instinctively, and her back slightly raised, but a hand quickly pushed down her bare waist, presenting both her Venusian dimples and feminine secrets even more conspicuously. Her face was flushed with embarrassment, and she had tears in her eyes.

 

To minimize bacterial infection, the check was essential to ensure that the girl had cleanly removed any pubic hairs surrounding her anus and vaginal lips. She was warned early in the morning that if she did not shave them thoroughly, the doctor would, and thankfully she did so.

 

Kushal took about a long twelve seconds to inspect her inner nether regions while widely spreading her buttocks with two of his bare hands. As his face was positioned on close proximity, Tiffany could feel his breaths caressing lightly on her deep gluteal cleft, causing her cute dark brownish anus to repeatedly blink at him involuntarily. She pursed her lips inward and bit them, trying not to make any awkward sounds. It was obvious that the sight was far too alluring, but Kushal briefly snapped out of his trance and continued further south.

 

Tangy and musky aroma indicate a healthy vagina. He gently spread the tight pussy very lightly apart with his two rough thumbs, exposing her bladder and vulva openings to ensure everything was fine. The lips were so soft and silky to the touch, he thought. He let go of his hands as he concluded the satisficing check, and the lips slowly retracted back to their original mound, resealing her modesty. The two white globes were equally imprinted with fading pink finger marks.

 

Tiffany quickly stood up and covered her backside, her reddened face pointing downwards on the wooden parquet floor.

 

“Alright, all is well. Please use the toilet before the session begins in the next room. You will not be able to squat comfortably for the next two to three weeks without stretching the open wounds.” Before returning to his seat, Kushal gestured to the squatting pan, and continued. “Oh, my memory, you will also find an empty vial beside it, and I will need you to collect a small sample of your urine for a drug test. If you are found to have taken any painkillers, we will be awarding you another four strokes of the cane at a later date. Better to own up now if you have taken them.”

 

Block C - Level 3 Room Farquhar C3-4, Yishun Remand Centre

27 December 2016, 10:09 AM

 

The door from the medical room has opened. The first thing Tiffany noticed was the huge, menacing apparatus. She tried to flee, but Kushal grabbed her left arm and led her to the A-Frame. Ryan was now inspecting the rattan conditions. When the pair exchanged glances, both of their eyes widened intensely.

 

Tiffany was petrified and thought to herself, is he the one?! His chest looks so beefy, and his biceps are enormous. There is no way I will survive if he whips me!

 

Though she could not see his face because it was hidden behind a mask, she could tell from his iris that he was interested in her. It was a relief to deduce that he might go easy.

 

Ryan, on the other hand, was fuming with rage and fury. She appeared to be familiar; who is she?

 

About five months ago, Nvidia released its latest GeForce GTX 1080 graphic card series, and markets across the globe were scrambling to get their hands on the newest hardware. Karousell, Singapore's own consumer-to-consumer marketplace platform, was flooded with newly released graphics cards. Like many other young male adults, Ryan was trying to obtain a copy. He combed through numerous listings before discovering a seller who was offering it at a slightly lower price with free shipping. The seller’s profile picture was, however, none other than Tiffany herself. He thought she was stunning and saved a picture of her on his desktop.

 

The following two weeks have passed. The parcel had arrived, and Ryan unpacked it with great alacrity. To his horror, it was just a brick! Enraged and perplexed, Ryan rushed to contact the seller, only to discover that the seller’s account had been deleted. He then filed a police report about the incident, but it was fruitless. Ryan had been scammed, and it had costed him a quarter of his monthly salary and many sleepless nights.

 

The Tiger, The Fawn and The BBC Earth

Ryan never imagined that karma would come back to bite her so soon. He wanted to clarify about the scam episode, but he was aware that he was not permitted to communicate with the offender directly. Kushal noticed the oddity in both their expanded eyes, and understood exactly what was going on. He snapped them out quickly.

 

“Are you guys, okay?” Kushal chuckled sarcastically and boldly assumed. “Do you guys know each other? Love at first sight?”

 

Tiffany blushed and sheepishly averted his eye contact. Her eyes’ blinking rate increased, but she appeared guilty from Ryan's view.

 

“I am feeling well, and of course not, sir.” Ryan responded coldly and without hesitation, since he was now determined to deliver the cane strokes himself to her naked bottom. He believed that he was the only and rightful person for the job of bringing true justice for what she had allegedly done to him.

 

To prove it, Ryan picked up a white euro pillow and fastened it to the core padded section of the trestle. That was undoubtedly attached to mimic a human’s buttocks. He approached the left side of the trestle after drawing a fresh rattan from the bucket with his right hand. Tiffany was watching him with interest as he took a few swings.

 

Thump! He hurled himself down the rattan with all his might, a thunderous gunshot sound echoing throughout the room. This startled Tiffany.

 

The reading display on top of the apparatus showed a velocity of 164 kilometres per hour. This impact caused a 1 cm-long line of opening where the pillow was slightly torn and moist; the dense white filling inside was faintly visible to the eyes from its narrow aperture. Her jaw dropped. Still clutching the feathers firmly, she felt as though it was about to crack open.

 

Thump! He struck down forcefully once more, but this time with the cane cutting just slightly below the initial blow.

 

The reading has now changed to 166 km/h. Almost instantly, the pillow ripped open, with cotton flew and gushed out.

 

Upon witnessing the horror, she was speechless and about to go down on her knees. Kushal quickly held her up and reassured her that she will not die.

 

The Prelude

Three more personnels entered the room, and they were superintendent Gary, chief Jean, and sergeant Brandon.

 

The quorum is now sufficient. Those allowed to be present are limited to inmate, prison officers, medical officers, and sometimes important officials.

 

After the mess and the torn pillow were thrown away, Jean moved to the back of the room to operate the video camera. Gary stood in front of Tiffany and declared without further delay:

 

“Tiffany Tay Jia Min, S9781022F, you have been sentenced to four rotan strokes of the cane for violating one count of Section 5(1) of the Misuse of Drugs Act 1973. Throughout the entire process, the doctor will monitor your blood pressure to ensure your safety, and there will be an interval of thirty seconds between each stroke. The session will now commence. Do you have anything else you wish to ask or say?”

 

“No sir.” Tiffany replied, feeling despair, and began to sob.

 

The last response was a declaration of commencement. Immediately, Brandon and Kushal forcibly spread her slender legs widely apart before pushing her bareback over the trestle. As her front body was falling forward, her hands intuitively grabbed each of the front vertical legs of the frame as her front body began to sink forward. Fortunately, she was wearing a modest apron over her breasts, but we all can assume that the twins were now hanging like water droplets. The pair grabbed her bony ankles and fastened them tightly with leather straps to each side of the frame’s rear. Two manila ropes were also used to keep her upper knees apart in case her ankles broke free from the restraint. It is also used to relax the butt cheeks and prevent them from clenching at any given time. Next, a canvas rubber-lined padding was tightly secured across her back, just above the fleshy parts of her buttocks. The doctor is charged with ensuring the cushioning to guard against a possible mis-stroke in the kidney area is adequate. Then, Brandon further secured her back waist with a leather strap, making her waist arc slightly and her rounded flesh protruded forth even more invitingly. Finally, they neatly placed her hair on the left side of her face and tightly cinched her wrists to the frame's support with another set of leather straps.

 

With her pelvic region fully resting against the cushioned crossbar, the 90-degree angle bent position has caused her to expose her separated nether regions, pussy and anus shamelessly. When Tiffany was incapable of any body movement, with the exception of her face, toes, fingers, and anus, her bare buttocks were presented perfectly still so that the blows of the cane could be administered with the absolute maximum of force.

 

In order to prevent her from twisting her neck while being caned, Kushal grabbed a chair and sat in front of her. With his outstretched hands, he held her neck firmly. Brandon and Gary stood alongside Jean while she manned the camera recording. Tiffany had not anticipated that the punishment would force her legs to spread that much, because she originally planned to pinch her cheeks to reduce the hitting surface and visibility of her sex from the audience. She could not help but imagine Ryan's manhood thrusting into her deep within in such an exposed and ashamed posture, though it quickly came to an abrupt halt when she remembered how powerful he could strike her buttocks.

 

The fact that Ryan's trunk had a little bulge made it obvious that he felt the same way as Tiffany did, but he also wanted to cane her so severely that she would think of him every time she sits for the rest of her life. Tiffany's small buttocks were milky smooth, well-defined, and hairless, which were few differences he observed when comparing her rear posterior with males’. The A-shaped hip gave her upper thighs and lower cheeks a fleshier, wider, and more resilient appearance. Therefore, these would be the areas that any skilled caners would target, not the top section of the buttocks.

 

It is a pity that she was merely sentenced to four strokes, he thought.

 

It was now exactly 10:30AM.

 

The First Rotan

“Stroke one!” Gary yelled.

 

Standing about 1.5 metres away to the left of the trestle, Ryan took a wide stance, bent his legs slightly, and raised the cane in the air above his head with both his hands, flexing it slightly. As he measured the cane over the midway point of Tiffany's buttocks, his gaze was attracted to her fluttering dark anus. He drew back the cane quickly, twisting his upper body torso towards his right even more as he wound his muscles like a huge serpent about to attack. Suddenly, he took a deep breath and swung the cane forward using his entire body weight with terrifying force and speed towards her unprotected rear.

 

“Whoosh… Piaaaaak!” The cane slashed through the air, followed by a piercing low-frequency gunshot. The velocity reading showed 161 km/h.

 

The other officers’ eyes twitched briefly as the rattan forcefully sliced through the centre of her elevated pale ass. The blow to the bottom was so intense that the impact sank deeply, almost touching her anus for a split second. As he slid the tip of the cane along her buttocks, the skin tore, leaving a one-centimetre width of grey silverish thick line exposing the first layer of her raw inner flesh before re-bouncing to its original shape.

 

After a while, Tiffany stiffened her entire body, grasping for breath, and shrieked like a banshee as she registered the excruciating pain. She felt as though someone had scissored her bare behind. Poor Kushal had to bear her screams while he restrained her neck with force.

 

“Ahhh! Oh gosh! This is too painful! Please, not so hard!”

 

The wounded stripe’s environs momentarily turned into livid red welts, with small specks of blood slowly emerging. Jean noticed the damage was akin to railroad track with a split in the middle valley.

 

Despite her trembling body, her bottom remained perfectly still and ready for the next one, but her pussy lips had now parted slightly and were dancing erotically.

 

After thirty seconds had elapsed, the doctor signalled to the superintendent, indicating the next stroke as he deemed fit.

 

Ryan resumed his stance after wiping the cane clean with an anti-septic cloth.

 

The Second Rotan

“Stroke two!” Gary shouted.

 

Ryan again gazed at her distressing bare behind, trying to figure out where he should lay the next stroke. Without any delay, he mustered all his body strength again and swiftly drove the weapon at blazing speed towards the target. This time it was hit just below where he landed his first stroke.

 

“Whooshh… Piaaaaaak!” Another piercing rifle shot deafened the entire room. The velocity reading displayed 163 km/h.

 

The second blow to her quivering buttocks was just as devastating as the first, and the skin broke because he dragged the cane tip upon impact. Tiffany screamed even louder, lunging her body slightly forward with all her might. Her face had turned scarlet, and her swollen veins had become more noticeable. She desperately desired to cross her legs and touch her bottom, but the bindings around her limbs were simply too strong to break free.

 

“Ahhhhh! I can’t take this anymore. Doctor, please, tell them to stop now!”

 

Her bruised buttocks now have two parallel grey silverish lines carved with intense red vividness on the whipped contours, creating stripes dented on the surface of her creamy butt cheeks. Jean could clearly see the first incision now has become pinkish, and the blood particles encircling it are becoming more prominent.

 

Kushal kept an eye on her blood pressure as she appeared to pant excessively, suspecting that she had reached her limit. However, after validating it, he disregarded the suspicion and signalled for the next one.

 

The Third Rotan

“Stroke three!” Gary shouted again.

 

Making each and every stroke count. It is natural to be exhausted after a few executions because these elite officers were trained to expend all of their energy on each strike. While a thirty-second interval provides a brief respite for both the offender and the caner, the intention is for the former to fully enjoy the experience. It does not, however, provide adequate recovery time for the caning officers, thus for sessions with more than five strokes, at least two of them must be present so that they can rotate between themselves after dishing every three strokes.

 

Bad luck for Tiffany, Ryan was no ordinary caning officer, and the velocity of the cane appeared to be ticking upwards. As he committed himself to the highest standard by religiously honing his potency every day. It was as if all these herculean efforts throughout the years were for this very special moment – for her.

 

After regaining his newfound strength, another deadly strike landed across her lower pair of silky cheeks with a velocity of 167 km/h right above her trembling pussy lips. He aimed right, partially beneath the prior stroke, resulting in some hit spots to overlap with the second. Oh, and did I also mention earlier at the start that Ryan was a tennis enthusiast? By incorporating the tennis forehand wrist motion into his swing, he can easily create a whipping topspin effect. He snapped his wrist inward as soon as the cane made contact with her buttocks, and with the tip of the cane tilted, it dug and dragged across her smooth naked skin, causing a minor laceration. The tilting effect also allowed the tip to hit her elusive inner nether region as it was reaching the mid-point of her backside. The inner valley of her left cheek was bruised with a dark, reddish raised welt.

 

The girl stiffened and wailed again, but this time her scream was muffled due to a lack of strength. The blow was so strong that some areas of the skin, which were hit twice, were visibly cut, causing more blood spots to form at the topmost portion of the third stroke. The raw flesh had been undeniably exposed, as dark reddish liquid was starting to congregate. In a while, blood started to ooze out from her right butt cheek, where the impact was the greatest.

 

The rattan was now slightly stained with her blood.

 

Jean caught his act on video and wondered if he did it on purpose. Normally, he saved the terrifying 'inner' whip for the final stroke of the ordeal to drive home the final message. Also, why did he partially overlap the third and second strokes? It is generally unacceptable to hit the same spot if other parts of the flesh are unmarked, but she could not hold it against him because he did not hit on the same precise spot.

 

Ryan reasoned that this was for brushing up against the law because he wanted the next one to be more personal, but it was at this point that he regretted his action – he reckoned that she would no longer be fit for the next one. True, Tiffany's face and lips were definitely becoming paler. Her eyes were about to close, and her breathing was becoming laboured. Kushal could feel her neck getting cold as well. The blood pressure monitor indicated a significant decline in heart rate.

 

“Hang on girl, just one more.” Kushal reaffirmed.

 

Ryan was surprised by Kushal’s judgment, under the ostensible influence of alcohol from yesterday’s Christmas. Despite this, he prepared his stance and prepared for the final blow. It was not his purview in the first place anyway, and he was so desperate to cane her that he did not care.

 

The Fourth Rotan

“Stroke four, final!” Gary yelled upon Kushal’s signal for the final one.

 

This last stroke is for scamming my hard-earned money, Ryan thought to himself before unleashing the final lightning-fast stroke across her twin bare cheeks. This time, he carefully aimed for the lowest but most sensitive part of her lovely spread buttocks, just above the upper thighs.

 

Because the whippy rattan curved so sharply towards the interior valley upon contact, it inevitably kissed her pussy's topmost pinkish lips at 169 km/h, leaving a small but cute iron-branded red stripe. He quickly snapped his wrist again and dragged the cane along. The tip of which continued to sever her damaged skin and crush her soft and delicate upper pussy lips, causing them to tear slightly. Her left inner cheek did not escape the cut as well.

 

The final stroke also partially overlapped with the third, exacerbating her battered posterior to weep with blood. Several trails of blood began to trickle down her thighs and slender legs. Her right cheek was unquestionably more severely damaged than her left, as there was more profuse bleeding.

 

The surface of the rattan was now tainted with her blood.

 

Tiffany jerked forward again with her jaw open. She was seen screaming, but no sound could be heard. Suddenly, she released her grips on the vertical support of the trestle and fainted, just as Ryan had predicted.

 

The four parallel devastating blows had thoroughly damaged all of her snowy and fleshy mounds between her anus and the nadir point of her wide and petite bottom, which was now decorated with dark scarlet stripes, cuts, and bleedings.

 

Ryan felt proud of his handy work after cleaning the cane with antiseptic and putting it back in the bucket. As Jean stopped the recording, Kushal remarked that Tiffany would necessitate medical attention urgently. Fortunately, her breathing was still intact. When they had freed her from the bindings, Kushal carried her to the medical room for resuscitation.

 

Block C - Level 4 Cell Room 28 C4-28, Yishun Remand Centre

21 January 2017, 2:16 PM

 

Tiffany was finally able to sit on the floor today without causing the wounds to stretch and split, but it was not comfortable. She recalled being unable to sleep or walk properly for the first two weeks after being caned. Every day, Kushal consistently ignored her requests for painkillers, instead giving her a few bottles of methyl violet 10B, also known as crystal violet, and cotton dressings to use on her battered bottom, with the help of her cellmates, of course. Though it helped to disinfect and prevent infection, it also seemed to seep through the wounds, leaving indelible, purplish lines across her bum.

 

What would Ethan think about my scars? Tiffany was emotionally depressed and concerned, but as time went on, she became increasingly aware of his betrayal towards her. Throughout her time in the reformatory, she was determined to start over and decided not to ever contact her boyfriend upon her release.

 

Epilogue

It was the day Tiffany was discharged. Warden Ryan stood a distance away from the observatory tower, watching her departure from the centre.

 

He was pleased, but the next big question still gnawed at him: how am I supposed to ask her for a refund?