Matron was the epitome of stern authority. The note of austerity was sharpened by the seamed nylons, stiff brogues and the faint whiff of carbolic soap. Beetle sensed the Matron's eyes upon her, and quickly glanced down into the glow of the gas fire, grateful that Krystal was doing all the talking. Beetle blushed slightly and her nipples peaked firmly as she succumbed to the thought of being disciplined by Matron... When a crime has been committed and it is not appropriate to wait for the process of the law, when a swift and painful execution of justice is required, it is time to send for the Correction Squad.

Krystal is Polish. She is also blonde, beautiful, and mean. Pretty Beetle is her assistant, and together they exercise their talents for dispensing justice. And once they've finished with the trembling thief and the impudent cheat, it's time to hone their skills on each other...