Fox and Hounds Pt 2
The jet swooped into a cove, a wide valley scooped out of the rugged Blue Ridge
mountains. Simply known as "the Carolina Resort", this Fantasies Unlimited
property had its own airfield. The topography of the cove featured all types of
terrain. There were a few open fields, but most of the property was wooded,
laced with forest, streams and creeks. Here and there a small round top hill
rose. Wooded ravines could be seen at the conflux of several hills.
Cindy and Julia were met on the airstrip by resort staff members in smart khaki
shorts and white neatly pressed uniform shirts. A young girl named Suzy,
according to her name tag, was assigned to Julia and fluttered around her
nervously. A slender lad named Keith showed Cindy to her quarters in an
outbuilding guest house that looked brand new. Julia was housed in the main
hotel which resembled a large 5 story manor home. Cindy's room was spacious and
comfortable and looked out onto a garden behind the main hotel. There was an
open gazebo-like structure in the garden surrounded by tables and chairs. Odd,
thought Cindy, the gazebo itself had a raised dias upon which sat a sturdy
looking straightbacked chair. A chill emanated from the base of her spine and
her face flushed as she realized the probable function of the chair and the
reason for the placement of the tables and chairs facing the gazebo.
Like a bellboy at any conventional hotel, Keith helped her with her luggage,
then informed her that she was expected at dinner with a cocktail hour
beginnning at 7:00. Unlike a conventional hotel bellboy, he also gave her a pin
which she was required to wear. It was a brooch in the shape of a small red fox.
"The guests want to get to know you," he said, grinning. "Tommorrow it gets very
personal. Wear something pretty, now."
Cindy chose a black sheath dress that displayed her sexy figure to perfection.
The neckline revealed a generous amount of cleavage and the lower part of the
dress clung to her hips emphasizing the swell of her pertly rounded buttocks
that swayed deliciously with every step.
Drinks were being served in the garden. Cindy noted that heads turned to view
her entry. "Ah, another vivacious fox," said a youngish good looking man in a
black dinner jacket. "Please allow me to introduce you around, my name is Mark
Hudson."
"Thank you, Mr Hudson, I guess I feel as though I'm on display," said Cindy.
"Well, the hounds are most interested in their quarry, and, please, call me
Mark," laughed Hudson with a warm smile.
The crowd was interesting, thought Cindy, very hip, very trendy, bordering on
S&M chic. She had seen this kind of stuff in the Village, back in NY. There were
micro-mini skirts with thigh-high boots, dresses that looked more like lingerie,
body hugging jump suits and several designer original dresses with plunging
necklines, revealing cut-outs, and side slits up to the waist. The men wore
relaxed but very fashionable clothing. Not a tie was in sight. This was no
stuffy country club set. These people were the new rich, CEO's of internet based
companies, software moguls, entertainment types and others riding the crest of
the wave that was American prosperity in the new millenium. Many of these people
had probably become overnight millionaires when their companies had gone public.
So here they were, rich and ready for a new thrill. And Fantasies Unlimited was
there to provide them with it, cost being no object. They were attractive to
boot. Cindy did not see a single dowdy or plain looker in attendance. The women
could have been models or actresses, the men, pro atheletes, politicians, or TV
anchors.
Cindy was warming up rapidly to Mark Hudson, her escort of the moment. He was
intelligent, friendly, and humorous and took pains to make her feel comfortable.
She wondered if there was a Mrs. Hudson. There did not appear to be one, and he
had no ring. Cindy was introduced to the other "foxes". There was a gorgeous red
haired woman named Kathleen with wild red hair that cascaded down her shoulders.
She was in a long green dress that hugged her slim but decidedly curvy figure .
She met a voluptuous dark haired beauty named Margo. There was a tall willowy
blonde named Sarah, a petite brunette named Becky, and a junoesque solidly built
blonde named Paula.
The foxes were the stars of the show. Everyone wanted to get to know them. As
the drinks flowed, the talk became more explicitly focused on the next day. How
did they feel about the possibility of the forfeits? Were they frightened? Cindy
overheard Kathleen teasing her questioners, vowing that it would be they, not
she who should fear the mistress' whip. She even remarked to a broadly grinning
athletic looking gentleman that she looked forward to seeing him dance a merry
jig as his cute buns were lashed. He merely laughed and shook his finger at her,
then pointed to the chair on the dias.
"The only dance this crowd will see is the lap dance you do over my knee, young
lady, while your cute fanny turns the color of your hair and you pay for that
last remark." Kathleen just stuck out her tongue and said, "Well, you'll have to
catch me first."
While Kathleen was being the brat, Margo was being cool and self assured.
"Some of you may try to catch me, but I'm pretty elusive, you'll have to work
hard...and be smart."
"O, it will be worth it", said a lovely brunette in a sexy spandex one piece
jumpsuit.
"To the victor, the spoils," chimed in Jerry, a young 20ish curly haired youth
sporting an earring. "You are a lovely woman, Margo, but unfortunately our aim
is to see you soundly whipped tommorrow night. I, for one am looking forward to
see you naked and at the whipping post."
"Oh, will there really be a whipping post?" said the brunette, with a shiver,
"How positively medieval!"
"You should worry more about your own backside exposed at that post," cooed
Margo. "Besides, what if it is I who catches you, tommorrow, instead of the
other way around? There might be a nasty surprise in store."
"Ooh, is that a threat or a promise?" laughed Jerry. "Seriously, Margo, you are
outnumbered and outmatched."
"We'll see who's outmatched," replied Margo, coolly. Arrogant bastard, she
thought. Just wait.
Cindy overheard a good bit of this type of repartee while being entertained by
Mark, who was not only good-looking but was devastatingly charming as well.
Cindy finally worked up the courage to ask him how he felt about the game.
"It's definitely a thrill, the whole weekend. The adrenaline gets pumping with
the chase of you lovely foxes. And the idea of these forfeits...well, I have to
admit, the prospect of this spectacle arouses certain, er, emotions. Don't get
me wrong, I do not get off on seeing women being tortured for fun, but the idea
of a beautiful naked woman, bound for the whip like some captured slave girl
excites me in a way I don't even understand myself. It must be some primordial
thing. And anyway, they say the actual whipping is more like a college
initiation stunt, it's not that bad. I hear they have some specialist do
it--some one who knows what he's doing."
"She--who knows what she's doing," corrected Cindy.
"Well," said Mark, "That does make it more interesting. I could be the one to be
whipped if you get away. I've often wondered what that would be like."
"You mean you don't know?" queried Cindy, "From the looks of this crowd, they
are very familiar with such things."
"I know you are right, many of these people look to be very sophisticated in
their sexual tastes," said Mark, "but honest, I'm just a curious newbie...but I
do have fantasies."
"Oh, really. Like what?"
"Well, for one since you walked in I've fantasized about putting you over my
knee on that chair up there and spanking that cute little derriere of yours, if
I may be so bold."
"Oh...you cruel brute...you would do that to me?"
"Yes-- but after that I'd promise to kiss it and make it all better."
Cindy shivered deliciously at the thought, remembering the episode with Steve.
"I may hold you to that promise," she said looking into his eyes.
The dinner was interrupted by the smiling Mr Arcado who spoke from a podium at
the front of the room.
"Now that dessert has been served, I will take this opportunity to explain the
rules of tommorrow's hunt. After breakfast, the hunters will assemble in the
garden. The foxes, your quarry, will have been transported to sites of their
choosing on the property and will have been released an hour earlier. Each fox
will be wearing a transmitter locked about her waist. She cannot remove it. A
fox is "caught" when a switch on the transmitter is flipped. Obviously you must
subdue her enough to flip the switch, but once this happens she is the prisoner
of the person who accomplishes that task. We will receive the transmission here
and through our GPS tracking system, we will locate you and bring you in. There
will be no unecessary roughness, please.
"At 4:00pm the all clear siren will sound, signalling an end to the game. At
this point all foxes still in the field will turn on their transmitters and we
will come pick you up. Another way for a fox to evade capture is to make it back
to the hotel grounds without being caught. Once on the grounds, you foxes may
toggle your transmitter, and the GPS system will verify that you are safely in.
"So you see, hunters, you have your work cut out for you. As you are aware, you
have all agreed and have executed signed waivers concerning the forfeits
incident to this game. For every fox that evades capture, two hunters will be
chosen by lot, or they may volunteer, to accept the forfeit of the escaped fox.
To further explain our forfeits and penalties, I now turn the program over to Ms
Julia Marsden."
At that point Julia strode into the room. She was clad in tight jodpurs with
gleaming black boots and a white blouse cinched like a halter revealing a bare
midriff. Her hair was styled in a bun, giving her a severe but decidedly sexy
look. Cindy wondered if some of the men (and perhaps the women as well) wouldn't
especially mind being disciplined by such an imposing and sexy woman.
"Thank you Alex. I'm Julia Marsden, "Ms Julia", to you from now on, ladies and
gentlemen, because I will be in charge of administering the forfeits and
penalties that result from the hunt tommorrow. As Alex reminded you, you have
all signed waivers, permitting yourselves to be restained and corporally
punished, should you lose the contest or violate the rules. You should know that
I am trained in the use and administration of corporal punishment and that I am
an expert in the use of all the implements and apparatus that you will see
tonight. First of all be assured that no punishment that I give will break the
skin or leave any permanent marks or injury. You have asked for forfeits that
attempt to replicate punishments that may have been typically given to petty
criminals in the late middle ages, prior to the Age of Enlightenment. We here at
Fantasies Unlimited have attempted to do that.
" As you also may know, we have a tradition that the person credited with the
capture of a fox may administer to that fox an old fashioned over-the-knee bare
bottom spanking out in the garden. This "victory spanking" takes place at the
end of the hunt, when you all have returned. This is not to be a hard
punishment, ladies and gentlemen, but a little warm-up to prepare your captured
fox for the evening's festivities. Now, if you will follow me to the gallery, I
will show you what we have prepared for your entertainment."
Julia strode from the dining room with the assembled diners following in her
wake. At the gallery, a long well-lit room with hardwood floors and high
windows, she opened the french double doors and ushered them inside, amid
excited ooh's and ah's. A number of pieces of cruel and sinister apparatus
greeted the gaze of the expectant guests. In the center of the room was an
upright post fashioned on some sort of raised platform. The post had rings hear
the top and buckling straps hung from various places on it. To the left of the
post was an old fashioned pillory with a hinged yoke having holes for neck and
hands. To its right was a tilted A-frame, having two inclined rails that angled
toward each other from the floor with a padded crosspiece between them at
waist-high level. There was also a simple t-bar with a padded top and handles
below. The height of the bar was adjustable. A hook on the side supported a long
strap with a wooden handle.
Cindy noted that on each apparatus was hung the implements Julia had described
to her on the jet. The coiled single thong whip hung from a peg on a stand next
to the post. The "birch switches" stood in a bucket next to the pillory and the
"cat" hung on a peg on the frame.
Along one wall were three rows of padded bleachers, like a jury box.
"Well as you can see, ladies and gentlemen this is a chamber where punishments
will be meted out in front of witnesses. There is ample seating in the jury box
there so no one will miss a thing. What we have here are 3 types of typical
period restraining devices for naughty culprits who might have been sentenced to
a public whipping for petty offences.
For example, in the Americas circa 1650 or in England, an offender might have
been sentenced to the birch and placed in the pillory for her thrashing. That
thrashing is given with this, a birch rod," said Julia, picking up the green
synthetic birch. This rod is not the real thing, but it is a reasonable
substitute. It has 9 1/8" tapered switches made of a synthetic material. It will
feel like a real birch rod. Perhaps I should demonstrate. Do I have any
volunteers?"
Everyone laughed nervously.
"I thought not. Well, never fear, I came prepared. The staff here at the resort
have drawn lots to see who will assist me tommorrow night, and the management
has determined who will participate in tonight's demonstration. Suzy, please
step forward."
Suzy the pretty staffer who had met Julia at the plane, stepped forward. Cindy
now understood why she had seemed so nervous around Julia earlier.
"Suzy is not really here by choice. Like business everywhere, employees are
evaluated and critiqued on a regular basis. It seems that Suzy's performance
evaluations have been less than stellar since we did the last weekend hunt, so
she has been designated as my 'special assistant', and she knows what that
means, right Suzy?"
"Er...yes ma'am, Ms Julia," quavered Suzy, blushing.
"My two other assistants are Keith and Sally. Now, Suzy, first we need to
demonstrate to everyone how the 'victory' spanking should be given. So now
please fetch me a chair."
Suzy complied and brought over a straightbacked chair to Julia who took it, spun
it around and seated herself. Sally and Keith were grinning broadly at the
apparant discomfort of their fellow staffer.
"Suzy, come here and stand to my right and let down your shorts."
Suzy nervously, with mincing steps, walked up to Julia seated imperiously on the
chair and began to fumble with the buttons on her khaki shorts which were
stretched tight across her cute bottom. Suzy looked at Julia who merely nodded
and, taking a deep breath, pulled her shorts down to her knees. Julia patted her
lap and Suzy eased herself across the waiting thighs. Julia adjusted her
position until Suzy's bottom was pointed lewdly at the ceiling, the bulging
cheeks barely contained by the pink nylon panties she wore.
"Now, Suzy, one more adjustment..." And Julia pulled the flimsy panties to
mid-thigh as a sharp intake of breath could be heard from Suzy.
"I'm going to spank Suzy 60 times with the flat of my hand," said Julia patting
the chubby rounds offered up over her lap. "This is the maximum number of times
you will be permitted to swat the fanny of your captured fox. Ok Suzy here we
go."
And with that Julia began to pepper Suzy's ripe bottom with crisp smacks that
resounded off of the gallery walls. Suzy at once began to wriggle and gasp as
the brisk flurry lit a fire in her tender seat. Julia wasn't spanking very hard,
nevertheless the assembly was treated to Suzy's wobbling rear cheeks which were
quickly turning red under Julia's no-nonsense brisk smacking. As the spanking
neared its conclusion Suzy's hissing intake of breath became more audible and
she did a squirming lap dance across the knee of her chastiser. The last 10
spanks were slower, more solidly applied smacks, alternating from cheek to
cheek, and Suzy threw back her head and arched her back in a vain attempt to
relieve the sting as each one stuck.
Julia, having finished, stood Suzy back on her feet. Suzy, whose mouth hung open
in a wide "O", started to rub her inflamed behind but Julia stopped her.
"Turn around Suzy and let them see," she said turning Suzy's backside to the
audience. "Note that Suzy's bottom is red from the crowns of her cheeks to the
fold where the buttocks meet the thighs."
Indeed there were two round red "spank spots" attesting to Julia's prowess.
"This is how hard you may spank, should you be so fortunate. This actually
serves a purpose. It conditions the flesh and attunes the senses for receiving
the more formal whipping which will come later. It is less traumatic to receive
a whipping on a bottom that has been warmed beforehand, believe it or not."
"We will now test that theory. Suzy, remove the rest of your clothing. Now,
young lady!" said Julia at Suzy's apparant hesitation to comply with her order.
Blushing ten shades of red, Suzy stripped out of her shorts, blouse and bra to
reveal a flat tummy, narrow waist and firm full breasts to compliment her
sumptuous bottom. When she was naked, Julia ordered her to the pillory.
Suzy walked toward the pillory while Sally and Keith raised the yoke.
She obediently bent over and allowed Keith and Sally to lock her in the
pillory. When all was in readiness, Julia picked up the birch and swished it.
Suzy's bottom cheeks involuntarily clenched at the sound.
"Now, Suzy I am going to give you 12 strokes, then we will let you up. Are you
ready?"
"Yes, Ms Julia."
Julia tapped the waiting bottom then delivered the first stroke. The second
followed a second or two later. The guests could hear Suzy hissing in pain
through clenched teeth as each stroke fell. Her bottom clenched and relaxed
each time the switches hit. SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! Julia's birch descended on
Suzy's wiggling bottom, which changed color rapidly, adding thin red lines to
the already crimson surfaces. Suzy's mouth opened and she gave a little yip as
the last stroke was administered.
At a nod from Julia, Keith and Sally unlocked the yoke and Suzy rose, her hands
immediatly clutching her burning seat and rubbing.
"Well, Suzy, how was that?"
"Yeow...it burns, Ms Julia, quite a stinging sensation...ooh!"
"Suzy received only 12, ladies and gentlemen. The forfeit is 3 dozen. You will
be dancing and rubbing a bit more vigorously than Suzy if you are here tommorrow
night."
Julia moved to the frame.
"In certain areas of Europe, a whipping frame like the one you see before you
might have been used in jails or in a public square to mete out justice. The
implement of that justice is the multi-thonged whip. This whip is a cross
between the French martinet, an implement of domestic correction, and the often
brutal cat-o-nine-tails of British naval lore. Keith and Sally will now secure
Suzy to the frame."
As the two assistants fastened Suzy to the whipping frame, Julia continued,
"Suzy will receive 9 lashes with this whip and then we will hear her reaction.
Note how the padded crosspiece pushes Suzy's buttocks out so that they are
presented for the whip."
Julia picked up the lash and swished it through the air. At the sound, Suzy
clenched her buttocks.
"Now you all saw what Suzy did when I whooshed the whip like that--she clenched
her bottom cheeks. If you find yourself here tommorrow night, a word of
advice--don't do that. It actually hurts less if you relax.
"All right Suzy, here we go--9 lashes, well laid on. Are you ready?"
"Yes, ma'am," said Suzy in a tremulous voice.
Julia proceeded to lash Suzy 9 times across her wriggling buns, allowing for a
full 10 to 15 seconds to elapse between each lash. The strands of the whip
splayed out across her fanny at each impact. Suzy was more vocal this time,
uttering a little cry each time the whip fell. When she finished, she motioned
to the two assistants to release Suzy. Suzy stood on unsteady legs and massaged
her rear end, grimacing, eyes full of tears that were about to flow.
"Tell everyone what that felt like, Suzy."
"Ow...yes ma'am. It stung like anything, like a hive of bees. It wasn't a burn
like the other one, it was a sharper stinging sensation. Wow was it ever!"
"Very good Suzy. Now you know we have one more, don't you?"
"Yes, Ms Julia, but please not too hard, my poor hiney burns like blazes!"
"Suzy, pleading will not help you. You know why you are here and that is to be
punished. I will whip you as hard as you deserve, which is hard enough to
demonstrate to these people why they should wish to avoid your fate.
Now march yourself over to the whipping post. Keith and Sally, secure her
tightly."
"Julia continued, "The whipping post is the most famous of our devices and the
most well-known. Its use is found in one form or another in just about every
culture. It was actually in use here in the United States as late as the 1950's
in Delaware. We have modified our whipping post because unlike the traditional
device in which the offender was whipped across his back, we will lash the
derriere and upper thighs. As you notice, the post has restraints at the lower
back and at the knees. This is causing Suzy to push her buttocks outwardly,
presenting them for the whip. The whip is a single-thong snakeskin. Suzy will
receive six lashes."
As she spoke, Suzy was tied to the post by the buckling straps Julia had
described along with wrist cuffs dangling from a ring at the top and ankle cuffs
at the bottom. Thus secured, Suzy looked nervously over her shoulder at Julia
who removed the whip from its peg and proceded to crack it several times. Suzy
flinched involuntarily each time the whip cracked.
"Eyes to the front, Suzy!" barked Julia.
Suzy shivered and steeled herself. Julia drew back the whip, then brought it
forward in a long arc. The tip of the whip cracked across the crowns of Suzy's
bottom cheeks. "Ow...ow...ow!" yelled Suzy.
A few seconds passed while Julia paused, flicking the whip, then she drew back
her arm again and placed another stripe across Suzy's quivering fanny just below
the first. "Ahhh...ow" bleated Suzy.
Crack! Seconds later Julia laid the third hot lash across Suzy's well reddened
seat, provoking another anguished yelp. The three lines of darker red were
clearly visible to all. Julia applied 3 more stripes to the jiggling seat which
clenched involuntarily as each one fell. Suzy howled at each one.
Then the straps were unbuckled and Suzy was released. She was crying and
sniffling as she bent over cutely, her hands rubbing her behind trying to soothe
the flaming heat in her buns.
"What did that feel like, Suzy? Turn around and tell everyone."
"Yeow...it was like a hot wire, every lick. It really st...stung. It was like
each one was concentrated, not spead out like with that cat thing."
" Thank you, Suzy, you may now dress." A grateful Suzy grabbed her clothes and
put them back on.
"Tommorrow night the exact nature of the forfeit, the birch, the cat, the
dogwhip, will be determined by chance. There will be an equal number of each and
the number of stokes alotted to each is fixed. The penalty with the birch is 3
dozen, the cat merits 20 and the whip 13."
The crowd was quiet now as hunters and prey alike nervously pondered the
promised forfeits for losing the contest.
"Are there any questions?"
"Are you going to hit us as hard as you did with Suzy?" said a cute brunette in
a black miniskirt.
"Dear, the answer is yes. You have all signed on for this game and the penalty
phase of it would be unconvincing if the whippings were to be faked. Make no
mistake about it, if you find yourself bound to one of these devices tommorrow
know that you are in for a good solid licking. Anyone else?"
"Yeah," said Margo, "I want to know if the foxes who win get to dish out a
spanking in the garden too. I mean the hunters get to do it if they capture a
fox, so how about the other way around?"
"The rule is this. When all have assembled in the garden and we see who has won,
each free fox will draw two names. Those are her stand-ins for the forfeits. At
that time she may elect to spank either or both of them or she may designate me
to do it."
"Ooh I can't wait," said Margo gleefully rubbing her hands together, amid boos
and catcalls from the others.
"Now there is one final item of business," said Julia. "Every contest has rules
and so do we. A rule sheet may be picked up on your way out. What I want to talk
about are rules violations. We will have marshalls patrolling the grounds who
will note any rule-breaking. Just as in football there are penalties, and these
penalties are the focus of our last piece of apparatus."
Julia indicated the t-shaped trestle and its padded cylinder. Picking up a 24"
supple black strap, she said, "Violate a rule, especially one involving
unnecessary roughness, and you will find yourself over a barrel, as they say,
and having a dialog with this strap. I can assure you it smarts and you will
know you have been taken to the woodshed if you get it!" And with that she
slapped the leather down on the padded roll top with a loud whack that left no
doubt in anyone's mind that she meant business.
At this point Mr Arcado reappeared.
"Thank you Ms Julia, for such an enlightening demonstration. Well, there you
have it, ladies and gentlemen, the fate that awaits you or an arousing
spectacle. The rest of the evening is yours--but I would suggest that you retire
early. We will rise at 7. The foxes will return to quarters now."
Attendants in the standard Fantasies Unlimited uniform entered the room and
sought out each of their assigned foxes. Cindy turned to Mark as she was being
escorted out.
"Thank you for being so kind to me tonight. I hope it's not me up there
tommorrow night, but if it is, remember your promise."
"I will Cindy," said Mark with a smile. "Sleep tight now." Mark's eyes followed
the seductive sway of Cindy's rear as she walked away. In truth, Mark like the
rest of the men and women present were now in a state of high arousal as a
result of witnessing Suzy's chastisement. And despite Arcado's admonition, many
of those assembled would pair off that evening. In fact over the next few hours
muffled cracks, squeals, and groans of pleasure could be heard from behind
closed doors. As for Mark he had chosen his quarry and he fully intended to make
good on his promise--but not before he had had the pleasure of spanking Cindy's
beautiful buns to a rosy red hue.
END OF PT 2
