Break of A Lifetime - Part Twelve

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Break of a lifetime Part 12
by Goodgulf
#1782
awatcher123Sep 12, 2015

Part 12 - Another Surprise
They were both cut from the crowd by COs. Jane's heart was in her throat, convinced that she would be taken back to the other building, but their trip ended at Kevin Grandy's office.
"Ah, the county girls again," Mr. Grandy said as he wave her in. "Come in. Please, sit, or stand if you are more comfortable that way."
If this had been a breakfast meeting then Jane would have stood, but after a day of sitting in classes she sat beside Trish. She wasn't sure if the pain was mostly gone or if she had simply become used to it, but Jane barely felt any pain when she sat.
"Yes, we keep meeting this way, don't we?" Mr. Grandy said. "Sorry, it is my fault. I should have mentioned this when you arrived. I really should start keeping a checklist for these sorts of things, but how many girls do we get from county? Maybe a couple each month, if that, and if that worth making up a new checklist? Now for our normal arrivals, that lecture is standard, but when inmates arrive at other times, well, there we are."
"We are?" Trish asked.
"Ah, yes, today's meeting," Mr. Grandy said with a smile. "I did say that we would meet today or Wednesday, and just because we met yesterday it doesn't cancel today's meeting. Now are you both ready for the hearing?"
"Our what?" Jane asked.
"Your release hearing," Mr. Grandy told her. "We have them before every release, and always on Thursday.
That's why our release day is Friday; didn't I mention that?"
"No," Jane said.

"But we don't need a hearing," Trish said. "We've already spent extra days here."
"That's right," Jane said quickly. "We have a release date, not an indeterminate sentence."
"Yeah, a date not an indie thing," Trish agreed.
"Of course you have a release date," Mr. Grandy agreed. "Most inmates do. But we can't release a girl until she is ready to be a law abiding citizen, could we? Don't worry, it's a just a simple hearing, then a vote over whether you are to be released."
"But what happens if they say no?" Jane asked. "You've already kept us passed our release date. You can't hold us more than that. It wouldn't be legal."
"Oh, there's no need to worry about that," Mr. Grandy told her. "If they vote no they'll say you caused a disturbance at the hearing and extend your sentence."
"But you already extended it from Monday," Trish wailed.
"That's right, we did," Mr. Grandy nodded. "And we can only extend it once a day."
Jane felt some tension leave her.
"Which means we'll have to extend it again, on Friday morning before we handle releases," Mr. Grandy told them. "We can even backdate the first extension to last week and make it so it ends on Friday. Yes, we'll do that now, just to make sure that everything looks right on your paperwork."
"What? You can't backdate something like that," Jane protested.
"Normally, no, we couldn't, the computer wouldn't let us," Mr. Grandy replied. "But your paperwork is actually on paper. The computer has some time stamp system that logs everything, but ink? Who's to say when a pen was put to paper? Now if there is nothing, you... Jane is it? Jane, your hearing is at 7:15 and, is it Patricia? Trish then. Your hearing is at 7:30. See? I told you they were simple things."
"But... But that's not right!" Jane protested. "We should have been released on Monday and, and, and..."
"Please calm down," Mr. Grandy said. "Otherwise I'll have to have you strapped, and the hearing never goes well when the girl arrives crying with a sore bottom."
"But this isn't fair!" Trish protested.

"Or I could cancel the hearing," Mr. Grandy offered. "I could just extend your sentences now because you are raising your voice to me and you wouldn't have to have a hearing until next week. Do you want that?"
"No," Jane said, with Trish quickly echoing her.
"No what?" Mr. Grandy asked.
Anton's skilIful hands had them moaning in unison last night, but fear synced their voices today. Speaking as one they answered:
"No Sir."
"Then you should begin preparing for your hearing," Mr. Grandy told them.
They were taken to a different building, placed into difference small rooms and left to stew in their juices. Lacking a watch, Jane had no way of guessing how time was passing.
Finally the door to her cubical was opened. Jane was led into a room, and she didn't like what she saw. There was a man in a suit sitting at a desk, but there was a screen behind him. Jane could make out shapes behind the screen, shapes of men sitting there.
Then someone walked between the light and the screen. Someone with a woman's shape. Jane watched the woman dropped to her knees in front of one of the men. Jane couldn't make out details, but from the shadows it looked like the woman had her mouth at one of the men's crotches.
Which couldn't be a good sign.
The man at the desk opened a folder. The paper in the file looked like the one that Anton had produced.
"Hello, my name is Chris, just Chris, and you are Jane, correct? Good, we hate when we make mistakes here. And it's just Chris, no last name, no title, just Chris. We try to keep things informal here."
Jane nodded her understanding, but didn't risk saying anything. She was afraid that, if she spoke, she would mention something about it being so informal someone was getting his dick sucked, and she knew that it was the wrong thing to say.
"I conduct the interview while the voting members remain behind the screen," Chris continued. "We use the screen for two reasons. First, to prevent inappropriate interactions. You would be surprised to know how many inmates tried to flirt with the reviewers before we installed the screen, and that includes the female reviewers. The second reason is retaliation. Members of the review board need to able to vote their conscious without fear that an inmate, or an inmate's family, or an inmate's friends, will seek revenge. Nod if you understand this."
Jane nodded.
"Now, in your own words, please explain why you feel you are ready to be released back into society," Chris ordered.
"Well, my sentence is up," Jane said.
"We know what you were sentenced to," Chris said. "A month, for a first offence. Your first offence and it being so minor, a month seems like a long time, doesn't it?"
"It was up on Monday," Jane said.
Chris shuffled papers.
"Yes, I can see that we've already had to extend your sentence once," Chris noted. "That is likely to count against you."
"But I didn't do anything! They said that they wouldn't release me until Friday."
"That's an administrative delay," Chris countered. "Your file notes a formal extension of your sentence."
"But, it was, no, it was only..."
"Do you have any cogent any remarks to present to the review board?" Chris asked. "If not, you can go now."
Jane wanted to scream at him, but she knew that wouldn't help, so she nodded and left.

Trish was escorted to their room maybe twenty minutes after Jane was taken there. The girl was limping and she had tears on her face.
"They strapped me," Trish sniffed. "They fucking strapped me! Five times! On my skirt! Just because I was trying to make that fucking idiot listen to me."
Jane nodded, relieved that she had held her tongue.


"That fucking bastard tricked me!" Trish said. "He brought up the sentence, calling it long, and so I told him the story about the plea deal, and do you know what that prick said? He said he was glad I had admitted the element of violence and did I feel that a violent offender should be released? I tried to explain how I wasn't violent and he didn't listen and I started screaming and then this CO came in... Jane, I think I blew my hearing."
"My didn't go good either," Jane admitted. "They said that because my sentence was extended it would count against me."
"Oh God. Jane, what are we going to do if they don't let us out?"
"We wait a week," Jane said hopefully. "We wait and next time we know better and we know how to explain things at the next hearing."
"You're right," Trish said. "We keep out cool and talk things out. They can't keep us here if we know what to say, right?"
"Right," Jane agreed, hoping that they weren't being too optimistic.
"And this works out even better," Trish said with a smile. "For me."
"How?" Jane demanded.
"None of my roommates will see me before the August rent is due, so they can't try to get July's rent out of me," Trish said with a smile. "Not when it's August."
Jane couldn't think of anyway to answer that, so turned away.
That night, Trish changed for bed early. Jane couldn't help looking at the red marks that were on Trish's backside. She felt guilty about looking, but that guilt died when Trish lowered her thong before getting under her sheets.
"Sorry Jane, but tonight I'm not waiting for lights' out," Trish said. "That CO spanking me? It was too close to that old fantasy about a strict parent, and I just can't wait."
"Strict parent?" Jane said, trying to think of a way to dissuade her without actually asking her. "You mean them catching you practice kissing behind a locked door?"
Trish froze.
"Who told you, I mean what are you talking, I mean, well just fuck it," Trish said. "You got me into this and you owe me and I need this so I'm doing it. If you watch me then you're the lezzie."
With that Trish retrieved the spoon from its hiding place and started.
Jane watched Trish grinding her backside against the bed, then looked away. She lay on her bed with her back to Trish until after her friend stopped moaning. She stayed there until the lights' out signal went.
Changing for bed, Trish had to wonder how she would put up with Trish for all of August. Getting in bed, Jane wondered if she would let her fingers wander. Somehow it didn't seem right to do it with Trish listening.
"Jane?" Trish asked. "You researched this place, right?"
"Not well enough," Jane sighed.
"Do you know what the other buildings are for?" Trish asked. "We know about the auditorium building and we saw inside that other one tonight, but what about the rest?"
"I don't know," Jane said. "They could be for anything."
"Hmm... Well, it's after lights' out. I should stop talking so you can, you know. I might do it again."
Jane didn't wanted to say that she didn't want to do it with Trish listening, which was stupid. They had been here for weeks and she had been doing it most nights, with Trish in the room.
"Have you tried swats yet?" Trish asked. "If you want, I could come over there and swat you with my spoon a bit?"
"Um, no, that's okay."
"Just be careful you don't hit your love muffin in the dark," Trish warned. "That wasn't a good swat."
"Um, I'll be careful," Jane said.
Then mentally cursed herself. Seconds after the words left her mouth, Jane knew that she should have said that she wasn't going to try swats, but now she had to; Trish would be listening for the sound of wood meeting flesh.
Going about the sheets, Jane hiked up her nightgown but left her thong in place. She put her feet behind her ears and flicked her bottom a few times with the spoon. As she started to moan, Jane couldn't believe that she was faking it for a girl. She'd done it a few times with a guy who didn't know what his dick was for, but Jane never thought she would fake moans just so a girl could hear her.

Fooling a guy was one thing, but fooling a girl? One who had heard Jane making those noises naturally. By breathing hard, the occasional moan and flick of the spoon, Jane hoped that she was convincing Trish.
It wasn't long before there were answering moans from Trish's cot. Jane took it as a sign that Trish was fooled.
Putting the spoon away, Jane regretted that she'd needed to swat herself hard enough to feel it just so that Trish could hear her.