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The Unjustly Punished Lady Lawyer

... that before. Would you show me, please?"

She smiled, went over to the clinic door, and locked it, pulling the blind down over the window. I was no longer regarded as much of a security risk but as an embarrassment to them. She quickly removed her nurse's uniform skirt and her panties, then washed herself on the bidet before lying down on the bed next door with her legs open.

"Have a look," she said. Her inner labia and clitoris were missing, with healed-up scar tissue in place. "When I have a baby, they will have to take me to the hospital and make an incision or the scar could split and I might bleed to death." She got up and put her clothes back on quickly.

"Have you had sex?" I asked, "Yes," she replied, "I've had a boyfriend and get sensations, and I think I have orgasms, but I'm sure it's nothing like what it must be for you." I hugged her.

She held my eyes again. "When you go back to your flat, could I come and see you there? I want you to see if you can stimulate me and tell me what you see going on. It's difficult to look at yourself, and I don't have enough privacy at home."

I was a little shocked. I have never had a true lesbian experience. With a flatmate at university, I had joined in a little mutual exploration and anatomical knowledge gathering. We were both curious about what arousal entailed in physiological terms and we did "experiment" a bit on each other.

It hadn't done a lot for me, but it had been quite pleasant. I thought for a moment, ...

... appreciating that we are all sisters under the skin, so I looked at Nabila and said, "Yes, if you would like that, we can do it."

She came over, knelt before me, and quickly gave me an intimate kiss. It was VERY pleasant after all that pain! I put my prison smock back on again, feeling better than I had for weeks, despite my damaged bum!

"Nabila," I said. "I owe so much to you. Stay in touch, please."

I had a business card in my purse, and I gave it to her. "Here's my mobile number on the card. Please try to stay in touch with me. Once I am out of this, I would love to meet up. Nabila found a piece of paper and wrote her mobile number for me."

The ambulance arrived, and they took me most discretely over to the military hospital where they put me in a ward with its sitting room, video, satellite TV, cassettes on demand from a library, etc. I found myself cared for by an expatriate doctor who looked at my injuries and said with a little twinkle in her eye,

"You must have been a bad girl if they did that to you. It's worse than my canings at school."

By the time I arrived at the military hospital, I was already on the mend. They replaced the castor oil with something more palatable but just as effective, and that stopped after a few days as the healing progressed.

The next thing was skincare to reduce the marking. My back responded well, and within three weeks, the marks had all but gone.

There was still a lot of bruising on my poor bottom after the same ...