Dewhurst Search

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now. * * * * *

Dewhurst Search

By Richard Harling

Summary

A new recruit into a detention centre discovers the welcome event for a new boy. It is not hard to imagine why nobody ever seems to go back into there!

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Fiona Harrison felt incredibly lucky.

It was a very rare event that Dewhurst Detention Centre took on new members of staff. The vast majority of the women who worked there had been there since it opened in 2008. It had a reputation for its’ harsh regime, and very few of the young people who went through its’ doors had cause to return. What happened behind the doors was a mystery for local residents but, whatever it was, it served a purpose.

Dewhurst had space for six girls and twenty boys, all aged eleven to fifteen. The district court was able to send young people there for a spell between one week and one month. The vast majority only spent a week or two there, and never returned. It was deemed much more appropriate to have entirely female staff. The privacy of girls is a much bigger concern than that of boys and the justice system wanted to ensure no abuse took place. Women were regarded as much less likely to abuse their position as men and would simply carry out their duties for the benefit of society as opposed to personal gain.

All of the officers were expected to rotate around the duty roster. That meant they would be in the reception block one week in nine. The governor, Miss Barwick, always assisted in there, except during her annual leave when her deputy would take her place.

Fiona had been selected to replace Officer Smithson who had died, aged just 48, a few months ago. Fiona was only nineteen but impressed the selection panel throughout. She was a very plain girl and had never so much as dated a boy but that was seen as a bonus for the management team. After all, that meant she would be committed to her job and ongoing learning.

It was now Fiona’s sixth week in post and she had seen most of the runnings of the centre by now. She was very much looking forward to reception because that was the only place where the detainees were actually in a state of undress. Well, totally undressed, actually. It was all very above board, though. Boys and girls were put through a very necessary procedure in order to ensure they and others were safe from the point they entered the centre. The by-product of the reception procedure was undoubtedly humiliating for them, but that was certainly not the intention.

Fiona had been given a fair amount of study material last week in preparation for reception. It was the area which required a bit of knowledge to be gained. She had looked over and over the learning pack every evening at home. It covered the essentials of male and female anatomy with diagrams and explained the search procedure for both genders. Linda Barwick had undertaken probably close to six thousand of these searches on boys and girls throughout the age range, so the anatomy of both was no stranger to her. It still fascinated her, though, just how different every child is. Both the governor and her assistant in the room would take it in turns to perform the actual search. The vulva of a girl is like a snowflake- no two are the same. A fair portion of the girls had pubic hair by the age of eleven, and many even trimmed it in various ways by fifteen or sixteen. The genitalia of boys is equally different between them all. The first candidate today is a boy, a thirteen year old who is spending a week at Dewhurst for shoplifting.

“Right, Fiona. Let’s get this done!”

Miss Barwick was always quite chirpy, for she loved her job.

Fiona followed her lead into the search room, closing the door behind her as she stepped in. She had seen the boy, Marc Simpson, just a few minutes ago but reminded herself of his appearance. He was a slim young man, short blond hair and pale skin. He was just in his underwear now, as instructed. He was sitting on a grey plastic chair with his hands covering his crotch area. It all seemed a bit silly because all three of them knew he would soon be entirely bare. Marc had been given a leaflet to read which explained the reception procedure.

Fiona felt herself dampen in her own underwear when she first saw Marc in reception. It was the same sensation she had when she looked through the training materials, knowing she would soon be seeing naked boys for real. She was looking forward to seeing the handsome boy in nothing at all!

The two of them looked up and down the boy quickly. Fiona noticed how neat and petite his feet were, with nicely clipped toenails. Fiona found it all very surreal that she would soon be seeing him naked.

“Right. Stand up!”

Linda Barwick had a confident tone with detainees. She had a job to do and she did it well.

“Hands by your sides!”

The governor and Fiona looked down to the underwear of the boy. A small bulge was present at the front of his light blue briefs; he wasn’t erect but the bulge was a reminder of his gender. He was blushing, knowing his hairless torso and legs were in full view of the two women, and very aware he would soon be losing the privacy of his underwear.

“I am going to start the search now, just as explained in the leaflet. I know it will be embarrassing for you but it is nothing to be scared of. It is Fiona’s first time seeing a search so I do not expect any messing from you. Do you understand?”

Marc nodded, unable to actually speak because he knew his voice would crack. He knew he would be searched in the girls’ block if he did not co-operate.

The leaflet was worded so as to make the search sound clinical; private parts, bottom. In essence, he knew it would be a horrible invasion of his privacy and the secrets of his body would not be secret for much longer!

“Right, turn around to face that chair”. Linda gestured to the identical grey chair behind the boy. He did as he was told. His back was now facing Fiona, who stared at the tight briefs enveloping his bottom. The governor made her way to the chair and sat her plump body in it, waiting for the view she was about to get.

“Hands on your head now and I will take your underwear off”

The boy froze stiff as a board. There was nothing at all he could do though. His cheeks reddened a tad deeper.

Linda Barwick reached forward and slipped the first two fingers of each hand down into the sides of the boys’ briefs, feeling the elastic as they did. Fiona would not be seeing the genitalia of this boy, but would of the next. She still felt very damp at the prospect of seeing his bare bottom in a moment.

With a confident demeanour, the governor started to gently but smoothly pull the briefs down. More and more pale, smooth skin came into view the further down they got. Her chaperone, Fiona, saw the very start of the hairless natal cleft of this boy before her. As the underpants lowered further, she started to see a little more of his narrow buttocks. She saw the hands of the boy leave his head, obviously to cover himself before the front of the underpants revealed his genitalia. Fiona could now see the briefs gathered at the very top of Marc’s thighs, his little round buttocks on full view. She knew Linda would be unable to see anything of the boys’ private parts due to his hand placement.

“Right. Hands back on your head, young man!”

Linda Barwick had been in this situation many times with boys and girls who were delaying the inevitable. Every one of them ended up fully nude in that room, their genitals searched, and this boy was going to be no exception. He looked into her eyes, his own almost filling with tears, hoping she would show some mercy.

“Come on, silly! I need to search you fully.”

With a sob, Marc reluctantly moved his hands and started to lift them up. His genitalia, as bald as the day he was born, now in full view of this woman. She stared at them, like every other set of male sex organs she had seen in the room. Linda had told Fiona that it was not unusual for boys to have an erection. Some had one while their underwear was still on, such were the mixed emotions of being stripped. She even encountered the occasional boy who ejaculated during the search and Fiona giggled at being told one boy actually did so in his underwear before it came down!! Linda explained how it is humiliating but, also, can be unintentionally stimulating for a boy to have his private parts examined, which did occasionally result in such mishaps.

This boy did not have an erection, as was the norm. Linda took in the view of his flaccid tail, about two and a bit inches in length. He was not circumcised, and his foreskin tapered down to the end of it, fully covering his glans. His little ball sac was high and tight, and equally hairless.

“Right. I will have to pull your foreskin back a little bit, now. The leaflet explained why.”

Marc was already humiliated but this felt even worse. Fiona now knew he was uncircumcised and could only imagine his penis and testicles in the full view of Ms Barwick. She watched as she moved her ungloved right hand towards the crotch of the boy, wishing it was her doing that. It was a massive treat for her to be able to see his naked rear but she would have loved to see the rest of him.

Marc shuddered as the thick fingers and thumb of the governor took hold of his penis. He felt her carefully pushing his foreskin back and then felt the warm room air on the tip. He looked down to see what she saw. Linda Barwick examined his pee slit and the entire circumference of his glans before letting go of his penis. She left the foreskin pulled back for the boy to sort out later.

Marc felt violated. The sadness of it was that it was going to get worse in a moment.

“Good boy,” said the lady, looking up at the boys’ sad eyes and flushed face. She always said that on purpose. It was her way of reinforcing to them that she now knew for certain they were boys. She was as pleased with herself as she always was. Pleased with what she had just been lucky enough to see and pleased that she had humiliated this boy. She was pleased every single time!

“Now, turn around for me”

Fiona was very excited. Maybe she would be seeing this boy naked at the front!!

She watched him reluctantly turn around, with his hands firmly cupped over his private parts. Not a gap, not a hint to be seen. She wondered what they looked like but would probably never see this boy fully nude.

Linda could now see what Fiona had been starting at while she was checking the front of the boy. His narrow round rear was delightful, as was that of most boys she inducted into the centre.

“Stay very still. I am going to open your bum cheeks.”

Marc reddened further. Fiona saw his facial expression change to an ever sadder one as the lady behind him placed her hands on his rear. It was obvious his buttocks were now being parted in order for a visual inspection of his anus to be made. Fiona would be doing that on another boy very soon. Removing his privacy.

“All done!” proclaimed the governor. She got up from her chair and made her way to the front of him.

“I wasn’t going to do this but, why not? Step over to Officer Harrison and she will take a second look at your boy parts.”

Marc looked up and pleaded. “No, Miss!!!”

“We could still take you to the girls block and do it…..”

He looked away, defeated. Miss Barwick took his shoulders and guided hi to a position in front of Fiona and smiled at her.

“Just a quick search, Officer Harrison. As the book has shown you.”

Fiona looked the boy in the eye, although she could tell he didn’t want to at all.

This was going to be her first dick at Dewhurst. Unforgettable.

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