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“Yes, ma’am, no, ma’am, three bags full, ma’am!” laughed Prison Officer Eleanor Simons as she searched the male prisoner’s pockets for various illicit substances while he stood facing the wall where she had placed him by his shoulders, after tightly cuffing his hands together behind his back. “Perhaps if you had been a bit more respectful to women on the outside, perhaps you wouldn’t have to be putting up with this indignity now, eh, David?”
The prisoner glowered silently at the red bricks and white pointing of the wall, his thoughts full of hatred and self pity. ‘I hate you, you, b***h!” he mouthed to himself.
“What’s that, David?” enquired Eleanor sharply. “Got something to say?”
“No, ma’am,” mumbled the man submissively.
“No, ma’am.” repeated the blonde woman mockingly, her handsome face breaking into a superior grin once again. “I should think not.”
She took him then by his bound wrists, jerking her captive round by his handcuffs to face her. “Back to the cell, you creepy little misogynist.” she told him quietly. Then raising her voice so all the other prisoners being searched by the HMP guards could hear, she said loudly to David: “Walkies!” and propelled the humiliated man forward.

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“Yes, ma’am, no, ma’am, three bags full, ma’am!” laughed Prison Officer Eleanor Simons as she searched the male prisoner’s pockets for various illicit substances while he stood facing the wall where she had placed him by his shoulders, after tightly cuffing his hands together behind his back. “Perhaps if you had been a bit more respectful to women on the outside, perhaps you wouldn’t have to be putting up with this indignity now, eh, David?”
The prisoner glowered silently at the red bricks and white pointing of the wall, his thoughts full of hatred and self pity. ‘I hate you, you, b***h!” he mouthed to himself.
“What’s that, David?” enquired Eleanor sharply. “Got something to say?”
“No, ma’am,” mumbled the man submissively.
“No, ma’am.” repeated the blonde woman mockingly, her handsome face breaking into a superior grin once again. “I should think not.”
She took him then by his bound wrists, jerking her captive round by his handcuffs to face her. “Back to the cell, you creepy little misogynist.” she told him quietly. Then raising her voice so all the other prisoners being searched by the HMP guards could hear, she said loudly to David: “Walkies!” and propelled the humiliated man forward.

Pic provided by Mr X - which thanks.