Frisked and Cuffed

This page is devoted to my interest in jails, prisons and uniforms (especially police and corrections) with some spanking thrown in.

[friskedandcuffed]

Franklin County Historical Jail - First Timer’s POV, Pt 1 - The Arrest

This is the first of five posts documenting my experience as an inmate for 3 days at the Franklin County Historical Jail in Hampton, Iowa in July of 2021. This was my first experience doing any kind of role play experience with jails or prisons. Click the links at the bottom of the page to go to other posts in this thread.

Let me start by saying that I had a fantastic time. The experience met and exceeded my expectations. The guards were beyond fantastic and provided a realistic but also customized experience. I am only going to cover the common experiences we all have such as the arrest, booking, work details, meals, etc. I don’t want to give away all of the secrets because you all need to experience it for yourself!

When my ride arrived in Hampton, my heart started beating fast. I was talking to the driver, but my mind was distracted by what would happen when we got there. As we drove on the main street of the town, I looked at google maps and realized the jail was right on this main street! The driver turned into the parking lot between the jail and the auto parts store and parked. Almost immediately, the side door of the jail opened, and Officer Bind emerged and walked quickly towards the vehicle. He ordered me out and immediately pushed me against the side.

Officer Bind frisked me, cuffed me and led me around the front of the building to the main entrance of the jail. This means I was perp-walked around 3 sides of the jail with traffic driving down the main road.

Officer Bind led me into the jail, through the booking room, and ordered me to walk to the far end of the holding cell. Once I was in place, he locked the cage door, and my freedom was gone. With my hands still cuffed behind my back, I sat down on the bottom bunk and wondered what I had gotten myself into.

Part 1: The Arrest   https://friskedandcuffed.tumblr.com/post/670063313000038400/franklin-county-historical-jail-first-timers

Part 2: Intake and Court   https://friskedandcuffed.tumblr.com/post/670325717026914304/franklin-county-historical-jail-first-timers

Part 3: The Yard https://friskedandcuffed.tumblr.com/post/670765759801294848/franklin-county-historical-jail-first-timers

Part 4: The Routine https://friskedandcuffed.tumblr.com/post/671654807466049536/franklin-county-historical-jail-first-timers

Part 5: Out-of-Routine https://friskedandcuffed.tumblr.com/post/673388278783885312/franklin-county-historical-jail-first-timers

[friskedandcuffed]

Hi there

Id love to talk with you about the Franklin experience if that's cool.

I'm thinking of going

Can talk here or maybe on Discord or something

Thanks

Tom

Hi Tom, best to reach out to me via DM on Twitter/X if you are on there. I very rarely get on here any more but leaving it up b/c many like the Franklin rundown. I am @Hunter_Chase_23 there. Let me know your handle, and I will DM you.

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Here’s special smile on a cop’s face when arresting somebody who he knows will be going away for a long time.

[friskedandcuffed]

Have anything to confess?

[theicuff]

[124-456]

Cop in the middle: Your deodorant isn’t working!

Arrestee:  What are you talking about, I don’t use deodorant!

Cop on the right:  Wow, does he reek!

[inmate-hero]

James Tench

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[frankbeckerleather]

More than ok

[bondagefreak1990]

PRISONER RESTRAINT SYSTEM REBLOG & FOLLOW!

[blusterb8]

Love it. They should have taken off his fancy, expensive shoes and socks first and tie him up barefoot

[drvanspanking]

stingpictures

[124-456]

Thia kid was caught with drugs.  He can either have his parents called and have a criminal record, or he can agree to be spanked “off the record.”

[theicuff]

[124-456]

This arrestee doesn’t wear deodorant.  This cop got a nosefull!  P.U.!

[theicuff]

[inmate-hero]

[confinementforlife]

Forlorn Hope, Part Five: Things Fall Apart

The date is Tuesday, August 9, 1967.

I am sitting in a solitary confinement cell in the Franklin County Jail, Hampton, Iowa - a condemned convict with three days to live before I hang. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

You see, it turns out the “town museum with the bars on the windows” I was wondering about, was actually the county jail. Built in 1880, or so they told me. And I, a fugitive from justice, was dumb enough to park in the jail driveway.

Shortly after drifting off to sleep on Monday morning, I was rudely awakened by a burly man in a “Correctional Officer” ballcap rapping on my car window. I tried to shake him off, but the message was clear - open up or else. The man, whose name I would soon learn as “Pitbull,” was not amused by my hasty explanations, and demanded that I get out of the car. As soon as he saw the handcuffs - the goddamned bailiff’s handcuffs - the game was up, and I was up against the side of my car, face planted into glass. An unseen second officer undid my belt and dropped my ranger gear to the ground. Another set of cuffs went on - this time, behind my back on both wrists. I didn’t even have time to process that my fugitive flight was over - it just was.

I was frog-marched over to the lawn, unceremoniously pitched over on my face, and a set of leg irons applied. Fuck, I thought, they mean business. As I was hauled up a ramp and into the jail booking room, I caught a glimpse of a “Wanted by the FBI” poster on the bulletin board - with my face on it staring back at me. I could just make out “Interstate Flight - Infamous Crime Against Nature - Aggravated Battery of a Peace Officer - Escape” before they shoved me through a heavy grilled door into a holding cell. Two steel bunks, a small desk, and a toilet and sink - that was it.

“Back of the cell - hands on the wall - feet spread apart. NOW.”

What choice did I have? I complied, but evidently not fast enough.

“Move it, you little shit.”

Methodically, Pitbull stripped me down - as I unbuttoned my shirt, it occurred to me that this might be the last time I ever wear a ranger’s uniform, as opposed to an inmate’s uniform. I didn’t yet understand how right I would be.

All of a sudden, I was naked as the day I was born, and my clothes were on the other side of a steel gate. Evidently, mere nudity wasn’t enough, as he ordered me to show him every part of my body to prove I wasn’t smuggling anything into his jail. Smuggle something into the jail? I thought, as I coughed on the third squat and showed the guard my shaved asshole - I didn’t fucking think I was going to jail.

Satisfied that I was clean, Pitbull grumbled something about not waking the other inmates, before shoving an orange jumpsuit, cheap boxers, and a thin blanket through the trapdoor. I pulled it on, then knelt on the chair at his command - the leg irons went right back on. Then the door slammed, the lights went out, and I was left alone in a cold, dark jail cell for the first time in my life. Walking, stiffly, to the barred window at the back of the cell, I stared out at the dimly-lit alley for a few moments before curling up on the plastic mattress and trying to fitfully sleep. Had I taken my last breath as a free man?

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[inm851]

frisky pat down…

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First catch of the day