The Plan

“But don't worry,” Eve assured Stephanie, “although I'll be doing the voice-over and the interviews, you'll still get plenty of camera time. All the strip searches and showers and stuff are on videotape, although my uncle says we'll have to use one of those blue dots to hide your naughty bits when you spread your legs for the frequent cavity searches. The good news for you is that, over the last week, Uncle Henry has paid to replace all the cameras that will cover your prison stay with new high-definition cameras. The ones in the cell block are even low-light cameras able to capture what is going to happen to you in the darkness almost as well as if it were daytime! The viewers will be able to see you just fine and in high definition. My uncle says we'll have to use one of those blue dots to hide your naughty bits when you spread your legs, but he said that I can show your bare fanny on the air, as long as I read one of those parental advisory notices before I do it. So, I asked Dave to sign you up for a disciplinary session tomorrow and Friday."

"Disciplinary session?" Stephanie gasped.

"Yeah, you know, with the razor strop. They do it out in the courtyard. They'll tie you down over the horse, and then warm your fanny with this big old black razor strop that they use to discipline all the girls. Usually, they do it over the girls' panties, but I convinced Dave that, in your case, since you won’t be wearing underwear this week, a bare bottom session would be appropriate. It is sweeps month, you know," Eve giggled. “The haughty Stephie Meeks getting a bare-bottom spanking will get some views.

"And the best part is that the warden says he'll have you strapped down so you'll be straddling the horse," Eve said breathlessly. "That means, when you dance your fanny up and away from the blur, the camera will be able to see up right between your legs! Better still, it will look to the audience like you are deliberately avoiding our attempt to blur out the explicit details. Of course, my uncle says we'll apologize for not covering anything with the blurred-out area and claim that we couldn’t keep up with you.”

"You can't be serious, Eve! I'm a grown woman! You can't give me a bare bottom spanking...on TV! You can't humiliate me that way."

"There's no shame in it, Stephie," Eve said, sympathetically. "The warden says that even the toughest cons break down, and wiggle their little fannies, and promise to be good little girls, once the guards start laying on the stripes. I'll explain in my voice-over how the razor strop can make even a well-educated and sophisticated professional woman like you wag her backside like a naughty teenager taken out to the woodshed. Of course, your wiggling will move your cute little butthole and gaping vagina out of the blurred area and into the clear view of the TV audience, but we will be able to say we tried. It should really drive up the ratings."

"I don't care about the ratings! I just want out of here!"

"But just think of it, Stephie! A week or ten days of newscasts with you getting spanked and strip searched by the guards! A week-long series featuring you in a too short and too tight orange t-shirt dress, sweating in the chain gang and scrubbing out toilets. A week of you submitting to tough prison bitches and agreeing to service them, though we can’t show the film of you being passed around like a good little slut and slaving away at their beavers on the TV version. We’ll save that for the DVD version.

“And there I'll be, the consummate professional in my crisp blue blazer, providing play-by-play each step of the way as the guards and the hardened cons work together to break your spirit and train you to be submissive, fearful, and obedient to everyone, no longer a “danger to society.” We'll be the perfect team, Stephie. With my brains and your cute little half-naked bod, it'll be ratings gold. Must-see TV! With the exposure from this, I'm sure to get a job offer from one of the networks. And I’ll leave the rights to all the sequels to you."

"But what about my exposure!" Stephanie wailed. "After I get paraded around naked on TV, I'll be the laughingstock of the profession. I'll never work again."

"Don't be silly," Eve patronized. "Sure, you’ll never be able to work in regular television again, but those men's magazines are ALWAYS looking for famous women to do pictorials, and don't forget about the adult video industry. Naturally, I'll get all the money from the home video version, since I'm the talent," she explained, pedantically. "But, since the home video won't have any of those silly blue dots and will show every hi-res detail of what happens to you in the cell block, it'll be a huge seller. You’ll already be a famous porn star by the time you leave prison."