Lisa let out a shriek, her head falling back as she felt something popping in her shoulders. Her skin seemed to be pulling apart as her spine stretched, sending flashes of agony rushing through her back and into her shoulders. The girl let out another shriek, her legs trembling as her knees seemed to be separating from their sockets. The girl could feel the tendons stretching, the muscles tearing as the leather bonds chewed mercilessly into her ankles.

Just when the teen thought she would faint, Anna stopped, lowering the beam a little more, then stopping it. Lisa felt her body stretching taut like a pulled rubber band. Shaking the hot tears from her eyes, she looked down at the floor, half expecting to see her ankles bleeding from the cutting leather bonds.

"Now then, that's the first thing we teach the girls here – just what could happen to you should you break any of our rules."

"But-but I don't know any of the rules!"

"You'll learn them soon enough. You'll be pleased to know that our success rate in rehabilitation is incredible. The governor has lauded our program, although he doesn't know a thing about it. That's fine for us."

"But I'm not a criminal!" Lisa cried, her fingers growing icy and numb as the leather straps cut info her wrists. It hurt being stretched like this, her tits flattening against her chest while her ankles throbbed with agony.

Lisa watched as the matron turned and walked to the far wall, studying the various instruments hanging on wooden spikes driven into the cinderblocks. Anna tapped one long forefinger against her chin thoughtfully, then selected a multi-thonged riding crop for her weapon. Lisa cringed as much as she could, writhing in her bonds as her eyes widened with horror. No one had ever spanked her. She had been a spoiled child, a loved child. No one had done anything so mean to her. Sweat rolled down the sides of her tits and over her chest as she stared at the awful thing coming at her.