Some honest, some not so honest, some totally nude ( these were suspect? why? because how many had been there before and what had they left or deposit...d !)My army mate shared many of these letters, others were given to unit members.Mine came from a young lady who seemed to be really ok and when on leave we met and had a good time.On my second meeting after many months of writing ( no I wasn't in prison - but on Army duties) proved that what I had thought about this lady was right.We discussed. Still, megan made no attempt to speak, and a second pin went in. A small trickle of blood flowed down, as her ass increasingly became a pincushion. She could tell that Megan's resistance had fallen since the tit press had done it's magic on her willpower. She could always put it back but pins were more fun.Megan felt the pain in her ass multiply, adding to the myriad pains already asserting themselves thanks to her odd position and previous trials of endurance. Her body could scarcely take more. " Debbie was now scared. She could not endure the punishment that was given to Marion."Mistress Beth, since the violations occurred against you, do you wish that the Extenuating Circumstances provision of the prisoner's punishment be applied?" Sara asked of Beth."No, Madam Justice, I do not. In addition, I petition this court to show leniency in its punishment decision, for former Mistress Debbie was simply caught up in the throes of passion and could not control herself." Beth replied.Sara. " That's very thoughtful Sarn't Major," I agreed, "get me hung by the Politically Correct types but she does look quite comely so, yes why not?" I stood up, "We'll fix the blast screens stop unwanted spectators." I suggested, "Unless you would like to tell us something?"She just said "No." I bitterly regretted wearing chequered boxer shorts under my uniform, but well duty was duty, someone has to do it, and I pulled a pack of three Durex from my Tunic's breast pocket and slid one on my now.