Fox and Hounds Chapter 4- The Hunt
Dawn had barely come when Cindy was rudely awakened by a persistent clanging.
She lifted her head slowly and tried to reorient herself. She was at the
resort--for the hunt, the fox and hounds game--today! Before she had time to
even get out of bed her door burst open and a pair of khaki clad staff, one with
a clipboard, entered her room. She felt like she was being rousted like some
private in the army the way they hustled her along to get dressed. Satisfied
that she was up, they left. Cindy dressed as though for a run, in jogging togs
with a tank top and running shoes. She didn't know what else to wear and assumed
that fleetness of foot would be the thing that would best enable her to avoid
the sting of Julia's whip.
The foxes were being served breakfast in a communal mess. They were encouraged
to stoke up, as it was to be a long day. Not everyone was dressed for a run. A
couple were in jeans with rugged hiking shoes. Becky, the cute brunette, wore a
bare midriff t-shirt and jean cutoffs that emphasized the curves of her rear.
Not the thing you want to flash at the hounds, thought Cindy. Kathleen the
redhead with the long curly hair was in black spandex and a sports bra that
seemed more suitable for picking up guys at the gym than escape and evasion. The
full length stretch leggings left nothing to the imagination and put Kathleen's
slender but luscious body on full display. Margo seemed to have the best idea
with camo gear and boots.
At breakfast they were briefed on the terrain and asked to pick their drop off
locations. Cindy favored a wooded copse of trees near a meadow. Margo picked a
ridge above a steep ravine. The others made their choices. There was not much
banter. They had all seen Suzy whipped to tears the previous night and agreed
that the forfeits were not the light-hearted hazing ceremony that they had
expected. If they were caught they would be stripped and whipped with all the
strength and skill in Ms Julia's sturdy right arm. It would hurt, they all
agreed, and they were highly motivated to elude their hunters.
They were given a light day pack with water and energy bars. Next the
transmitters were locked around their arms. They were loaded into jeeps and
driven on dirt fire roads and jeep trails to the remote locations they had
selected. When the jeeps drove off, each of them took off to find a good hiding
place. Cindy opted for a copse of trees on the edge of a meadow. She could hide
in the trees, but if she were spotted, could sprint across the meadow to a small
round top hill. From the base of the hill she might be able to work her way
along a creek and back to the hotel. Nothing to do now but wait, she thought.
Looking at her watch she noted that it was 8:00am. The hounds had been loosed!
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With her field glasses Margo could see them coming up the ravine. There were 5
of them, 3 men and two women. Margo had packed a few extra goodies for this hunt
and she hoped to use them. The hunters were about to become the hunted. She
especially wanted to catch that smug bastard who had teased her at the party.
You have no idea who you are fooling with, she thought to herself. She had a
length of thin but strong nylon line, a Leatherman tool, and a ball gag--just
the thing to turn the tables on this bunch. She hoped that they would split up
so she could isolate one. She had solved the problem of the transmitter by
picking the lock with her tool. It just wouldn't do to have the the thing trip
inadvertently, so she stuffed it in her pack.
Near the top of the defile they split up, a man and woman heading over one side
of the ridge and another couple taking the other side. That left a solitary male
still heading up toward her. In a few moments the others would be out of sight
and out of earshot. Like a lioness stalking her prey, Margo moved down the
ravine to intercept the lone man. Anticipating his route, she rigged a trip line
between two trees along the game trail that he was sure to use. Then she waited
in a thicket, the other end of the line in her hand.
As he came around a bend in the trail, she recognized him. Jerry something or
other, an arrogant bastard. They were all rich assholes, she thought. This was
going to be fun.
Huffing and out of shape, Jerry blundered right into the trap. Margo pulled on
the trip line and Jerry went down face first. Margo was on him in an instant,
tying his forearms together behind him with the stout cord before his mind could
even register what was happening. When he opened his mouth to yell, Margo
stuffed it with the ball gag and tied it behind his head. Sitting on his back,
Margo took another length of the cord and tied his ankles together.
Raising herself and dusting off her camo pants she said,
"Well, well, Jerry, you've got yourself in a fine kettle of fish. Look what I've
got here. You're all trussed up and your friends are off over the ridge. They
won't be back for awhile, so let's have some fun."
Jerry's muffled protests could be heard through the gag as Margo hauled Jerry to
his feet. He could not move to prevent Margo from throwing a line over a low
tree limb and tying it to his fettered hands. She tugged on the line pulling
Jerry's arms up behind him causing him to bend over slightly. When she had what
she thought was the right posture, she tied the line around the trunk of the
tree.
"You know Jerry, how the other night everybody watched poor Suzy getting her
butt whipped? Well, it excited me too, and I know it excited you. I saw you. I
saw that bulge in your pants. And I was thinking, would it be as exciting to see
a man getting it?"
Jerry stopped struggling and stared wild eyed, some fear creeping in now.
"What do you think? And then I got to thinking. I might not get to find out. I
mean what if all us foxes get caught? Or if the people who get chosen by lot are
all women, what then? I'll never know. So I decided on a little experiment."
As she was speaking, Margo took her pocket tool started to cut a thin branch.
She skinned the leaves and the buds off, carefully stripping the slender wand
into a smooth 3 foot long very whippy switch.
"My mom used to make me cut these when I was due for a good whippin'. I can tell
you they sting like the devil. She never had a set number either, she just used
to whip me 'till I howled and she thought I'd had enough."
Jerry's eyes grew wide with fright at the sight of the instrument of his
impending punishment.
"You ever have a good hard switchin' Jerry?"
Jerry shook his head dumbly. He couldn't believe this was happening.
"Well, baby, you're gonna get one now. Let's get these pants down."
With Jerry trying to scream through the gag, Margo unfastened Jerry's pants and
yanked them down to his ankles. Then, kneeling before him, Margo slowly slid his
briefs down baring him from waist to knees. Surprisingly, his penis gave a
little twitch and began to rise.
"My, my, what have we here?" she cooed. Margo decided she would now tease Jerry.
"I may need to have a bit more freedom of movement, if you know what I mean,"
she said, stripping off her top to reveal her beautifully sculpted breasts
practically overflowing her tight black bra. Jerry could not take his eyes off
of her heaving breasts. His penis began to harden.
Margo just grinned in satisfaction at his perdicament and swished the switch to
get a feel for its flexibility.
Margo moved behind him, swishing the switch. The whining sound produced a cold
knot of fear in Jerry's gut. Margo put the switch under her arm and pulled
Jerry's shirt up and out of the way. He was now completely exposed, bending
forward slightly, bare ass sticking out obscenely. Giving his buns a little pat
she stood to his right and tapped his butt a few times. He jerked even at these
light taps and strained to look over his shoulder.
"I think I'll start out with 6, no, 12 of the best, Jerry then we'll see. How
does that sound? OK?"
Jerry just moaned in frustration and fear.
Margo drew back her arm and swiped the switch down across Jerry's bottom with a
satisfying SWICK! A red weal appeared.
"Mmmf...mmmf!" Jerry's muffled scream was frantic. The switch had stung like
blazes.
SWICK! SWICK! SWICK! SWICK! Margo whipped the limber switch across Jerry's nude
bottom. The sound of each hissing lick was followed by muffled cries from Jerry,
straining to escape the gag. His body jerked like a puppet being tugged on a
string with every livid red stripe raised across his ass. He could not believe
the intensity of the pain from the slender switch. Each stroke felt like a red
hot wire was being laid across the cheeks of his behind.
As for Margo, the feeling of such power was intoxicating. She revelled in the
whine and crack of the switch against Jerry's reddening bottom.
She loved the sight of Jerry stamping and hopping in a vain attempt to avoid the
licks she delivered. SWICK! SWICK! SWICK! She kept it up, well past the promised
12.
"What you're getting, Jerry, is a good 'ol country whippin', just like Ma used
to give." And after a final 5 or 6 full-armed swipes that raised Jerry up on his
toes, she threw the switch down. Jerry's rear was a livid mass of red lines.
None had broken the skin, but from his reaction Margo bet that he felt like he'd
been skinned. Jerry was soaked in sweat and was mewling pitiously through the
gag. Margo rubbed his bottom and at the same time stroked his penis which had
become limp under the intense pain of the whipping.
"Aw, did we lose this fine specimen 'cause of mama's whippin'? Well, then mama
will make it all better," whispered Margo seductively as she coaxed the
thickening member back to hardness. Margo herself had become aroused to the
point of giddiness and decided to make good use of what she had created.
Jerry gasped with mixed horror and pleasure as she stroked him faster and
faster. When he was fully hard, Margo stopped and untied the cord from the tree
trunk. She pushed Jerry up against the tree and ran the cord around his waist,
tying him with his back to the tree. She next produced a condom from a pocket
and fitted it over Jerry's twitching hardness. Jerry could not believe his eyes
as Margo shimmied her pants and panties down to her knees. She turned around
and, bending over slightly, backed up against Jerry mashing her soft voluptuous
buttocks into his pelvis. Reaching back and taking the turgid member in hand,
she inserted it between the slippery lips of her quim and pushed back, impaling
herself. She rocked on her heels, forcing the hard penis to slide in and out as
her buttocks flattened themselves against his abdomen in time with her sinuous
movements. A wave of pleasure began to build as she thrust herself back and
forth on the hard shaft. As she felt her climax coming, her movements became
faster until at last she humped herself against him furiuosly. She felt Jerry's
body stiffen as she came, signalling that he too had erupted in climax.
When her breath returned, she disengaged herself with a soft plop, and
rearranged her clothing. Jerry slumped over with exhaustion. Margo pulled up his
pants and refastened his belt. "There," she said, "Good as new, right? Somehow I
don't think you'll tell anyone about this little episode. You'd have to submit
some pretty embarassing 'evidence' to prove what happenned. In fact I'm going to
untie your hands. You can do the rest."
Margo loosed the cord tying Jerry's arms and jogged off down the ravine.
Having cut through the group of pursuers, she made it all the way in easily and
was home free by mid afternoon.
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Cindy was trapped. She knew they would spot her soon, it was only a matter of
time. She was hugging the treeline on the edge of a meadow, but a group of six
was spread out over the meadow and coming her way. She could hear the rustle of
brush in the woods behind her, so that way was no good either. Could she dash
between them and flee across the meadow? Maybe, but she was unsure of what lay
on the other side. More hunters perhaps. The footfalls behind her got closer.
She would have to make a move. She darted out of the brush, hoping to scoot past
the approaching hunters before they could react. And it worked! They shouted and
gave chase. One of them was Mark! She could see the determination on his face as
he stretched out his stride to catch her. He was gaining, she could see. He must
be in good shape, she thought with dismay. She was about to make the opposite
tree line. She and Mark had outdistanced all the rest. Now it was just the two
of them. She flew into the trees but it was too thick and she had to slow down
to stumble through the brush. She suddenly felt herself rushing headlong
downhill. She heard Mark frantically calling to her. "Wait!" He yelled. "Not
that way!"
But Cindy did not heed the warning. She pushed through some brush to find
herself on the edge of a cliff. Her momentum had caused her to teeter
precariously. She was about to lose balance when her waist was encircled by
Mark's strong arm which pulled her to safety.
"You little idiot! You almost went over the cliff," exclaimed Mark.
When he relaxed his grip Cindy tried to bolt.
"Oh no you don't," he said and deftly reached behind her and toggled her
transmitter. "Now it does you no good to run. You are mine, now. Officially, in
fact. Now lets' get you away from the side of this cliff."
Cindy allowed Mark to pull her to safety. "I guess I should thank you for
grabbing me when you did. Thank you," she said breathlessly.
"You're welcome. You were about to throw yourself into that ravine. Didn't you
hear me?"
"I just wanted to get away," said Cindy in a small voice.
"I'd rather you didn't kill yourself in the process, young lady."
Cindy shivered at Mark's stern tone of voice, but his concern for her was
obvious.
"Well, you caught me," said Cindy, her eyes downcast. Dammit! She had wanted to
escape. "I guess that means when we get back you're going to....you know," she
said, her voice trailing off.
"Yes. I know what this means, and yes, I am going to spank your little butt good
and proper. You could have killed yourself, but I'm glad you are safe. I have
plans for you, but first I guess you'll have to pay the piper."
Cindy grimaced. Oh no! A public spanking....not to mention what was to transpire
later. "Please, please go easy on me Mark. I know I was reckless but..."
But Mark just shook his head. "I want to make this memorable, Cindy, and
besides, the other members of my party who slogged all over the place chasing
you will expect me to do the job justice-- so you'll just have to grin and bear
it."
Cindy gave a groan and slumped to the ground. In the distance she could hear a
vehicle approaching. This was it. She was a captive now and they were coming to
take her back. There was no help for it. She had an appointment, not only with
Mark, but with Ms Julia and her whips.
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When the jeep arrived she had been put in handcuffs. "For her own protection"
they said. It wouldn't do to have captured foxes trying to escape into the woods
with night coming, they might hurt themselves. Right, she thought ruefully, they
just don't want anyone trying to get out of the humiliating forfeits to be paid.
Mark was her official "capturer" so they gave him a little leash that hooked to
the cuffs. She was his prize. She was powerless to prevent him leading her to
that raised dias and that sturdy looking chair and putting her over his knee
like a little girl who has been naughty. Still, a part of her felt a little
erotic thrill. She only hoped it would not hurt too much. She heard the distant
siren sounding the end of the hunt. Too late for me, she thought, and wondered
if any had escaped.
The jeep pulled in and Mark helped her out.
"If you will take her to the garden, sir, the others are arriving," said a
uniformed staffer.
"Let's go, Cindy, time to pay up," said Mark with a smile. "Just remember, a hot
bottom is a lot less painful than a broken leg... or worse."
The crowd was gathering in front of the raised gazebo. Cindy saw Becky, the
petite brunette with the tight cutoffs, in handcuffs, her eyes wide with
apprehension. She was being led by a tall sinewy woman with auburn hair.
Kathleen, the gorgeous slender redhead, had apparantly been caught by a tall
athletic looking man who sported a bruise on his cheek and scratches on his
face. He had a determined look on his face that did not bode well for Kathleen.
Sarah, the tall blonde, had been captured by an older, distinguished looking
gentleman who just smiled at his captive while he accepted congratulations from
his colleagues. Sarah was trying to hold her head high and appear courageous,
but she was visibly shaken and nervously eyed the raised dias and that chair.
Margo and Paula were not in handcuffs. They were smiling and accepting comments
and congratulations from the others, who must have been wondering with a bit of
nervousness who would be chosen to take their places.
They were standing around laughing and talking while drinks were being served by
waiters in uniform. It might have been an ordinary garden party for all anyone
could tell except for the four girls in handcuffs and on leashes. Still, there
was an undercurrent of expectation and nervous excitement.
The crowd eyed the capturers and their prey enviously, and there was a glint in
the eye of every hunter present that proclaimed how anxious they were for things
to get started. These little foxes had led them up ravines, through thick brush,
and down steep slopes. There were scratches and sore joints and bruises from
falling down and hacking their way through some heavy underbrush. Yes, they were
all ready to see these little madames taken to task.
Ms Julia arrived. She was dressed for a hunt, in the tight jodpurs and boots of
the previous night. She carried a clipboard and was accompanied by Alex Arcado.
His eyes met Cindy's for a moment. He gave her a grin that said gee, tough luck,
kid.
"May we have your attention, please, everyone," began Arcado. "My
congratulations to the hunters who bagged a fox, and, my condolences to the poor
foxes who were caught. But the rules of the game were agreed to by all of you,
and it is now time to collect the forfeits for today's hunt. I again turn the
proceedings over to Ms Julia."
As Julia strode to the podium on the gazebo, the crowd continued to chatter.
The woman holding Becky regarded her with a broad smile, and Becky blushed as
she talked about exacting her revenge.
"Sweetheart, I just can't wait to get that cute little fanny of yours up over my
knee. I'm gonna spank you good, you hear. Imagine, leading us through that creek
all day. Why my boots are wet!"
The man holding Kathleen was talking to his fellow hunters about the bruise and
the scratches. "Yeah, she hit me with a rock, can you believe it? Then she tried
to scratch my eyes out when I was going for her transmitter. This little she cat
is due for hot time over my knee, I guarantee it. By the time I get finished,
her lily white ass will be the color of her hair!" Kathleen sniffed indignantly
and tossed her head at this news.
"Looks like you got your work cut out for you, Mike," said one. "Don't worry,"
said Mike, "She's going to get a right good tanning, right on that gorgeous
spank spot of hers. She'll be eating supper standing up tonight."
Meanwhile, Julia began to speak, "Thank you Alex, your staff has done a
wonderful job. Everyone is back and safe, and except for a few scratches and
bruises, nobody is any the worse for wear. Well, now, let us
continue. There are penalties to be paid for capture, are there not, ladies and
gentlemen? Yes, there are, and by tradition the capturing hunter is permitted to
give his fox a good old fashioned spanking as a penalty. We certainly think this
is more humane than just shooting them.
So ladies and gentlemen, hunters and prey, the gazebo and its sturdy chair await
you. I have Becky, Cindy, Kathleen and Sarah down as lawfully captured, so
girls, I hope you will submit gracefully. Chin up, now. Let's see, how about
ladies first? Miss Anna Granville caught Becky, so Anna, you may proceed."
With a wicked grin Anna tugged little Becky's leash and led her toward the dias.
Becky dug her heels in at first, but was admonished by Anna.
"None of that now, you come along, you hear." And she strode up to the platform
and sat down. Pulling Becky to face her, with Becky's back to the assembly, she
unbuckled the tight shorts and snugged them down revealing Becky's cute bottom
clad in white nylon panties. Everyone hooted and applauded as she turned little
Becky over her knee and rubbed her palm over the protruding resilient surfaces
of her tush. Then Julia spoke.
"She may be bare if you wish, Anna."
"Oh, yeah," said Anna, smiling, and to the appreciation of everyone slipped
Becky's panties down to her knees amid whistles and cheers.
"Here we go, Becky, this is for giving us such a hard time catching you."
Anna raised her hand and brought it down with a sharp smack! Then smack! And
smack! And smack! Anna spanked Becky with sharp wristy smacks, right left,
right, left, center, center. Smack! Smack! Smack! Becky gasped at the sudden
sting, then tried to wriggle and twist, but Anna was bigger and easily held the
petite Becky in spanking position. "Ouch...ow...ow...oh....yeow!" squealed Becky
at the stinging onslaught. Anna spanked in flurries, six sharp spanks that would
make Becky squeal, then she would stop and rub. Then six more. More rubbing.
Then six more.
At each set of six, Becky squirmed and bobbed over the lap of her tormentress,
lewdly wiggling her cute bare fanny, much to the delight of the crowd. With a
final smack! smack! smack! smack! smack! smack! and a frantic series of "Ouch!
Ouch! ouch!...Yeowwww!" from Becky she was done. She set Becky on her feet and
reached around to rub her hiney which was a bright crimson. "There, there, now,
that wasn't so bad, was it?" cooed Anna. Shouts of "Way to go Anna!" and "Good
job, Anna!" could be heard as Anna replaced Becky's panties and shorts.
"Let's give Anna a hand," said Julia, as Anna descended the dias, Becky in tow.
They unlocked Becky's cuffs and her hands flew to her injured buns. Next up is
Mike Standel with his captured prize, Kathleen.
"Alright, let's go honey buns, time for your licking," whispered Mike as he
tugged her along. Kathleen pulled back on the leash attempting to jerk free.
"Oh, no you don't," said Mike, grabbing her wrists and pulling her along.
Seating himself in the chair he unceremoniously tipped the flailing Kathleen
over his lap and pressed his hand in the small of her back. With his right hand
he inserted his fingers into the waistband of the tight spandex and began
working it down over Kathleens hips. With a few tugs Kathleen's wonderfully
rounded white fanny popped into view, eliciting hoots and cheers and whistles.
The plump and pertly protruding cheeks were contrasted starkly with the black
spandex. Mike flattened his hand and raised it to shoulder level, a determined
look on his face. Kathleen had twisted her neck to look, alarmed at what was to
come.
Splat! Mike's hand smacked down momentarily flattening Kathleen's right
bottomcheek. "Yeoww!" She shrieked.
Splat! "Owwww!" Splat! "Owwww" Splat! "Stop!"
Mike started spanking in a slow steady rhythm, not at all like Anna. He took a
few seconds between each ringing spank, slowly raising his palm, flattened like
a paddle, and brought it down hard against Kathleen's jiggling bottom. Kathleen
bawled and squirmed over Mike's sturdy thighs but she could not escape the slow
but relentless spanking of her tender derriere. With each spank her back arched
and her head flew back. The white buns changed color quickly. With the first few
licks, red handprints were clearly visible, but then soon merged into a reddish
mass. Kathleen tried to kick but her legs were hobbled by the spandex tights.
All she could do was yelp, and absorb smack after smack from Mike's capable
palm. Mike was grimly determined to exact revenge for the rock throwing, and
made each spank count. She had a beautiful butt, he thought. A classic teardrop
shape. Each spank caused it to flatten then spring back into shape, bobbing
slightly. By the sixtieth spank, she was hoarse from yelling and his hand hurt.
Satisfied with his handiwork, he patted the bright red spank spot, then stood
her on her feet amid cheers and applause for the apparant soundness of the
punishment. Kathleen's face was as flushed as her rear. But although her bottom
was burning, she had felt the stirrings of arousal during her spanking, and her
sex felt slippery. She hoped no one noticed.
Jake Reeves, a tall 40ish gentleman was next. Sarah, her head held high walked
defiantly behind him as he led her to the gazebo. She seemed determined not to
let it get to her that she was about to be smacked like a schoolgirl, but she
could not control the blushing in response to the catcalls and whistles. Sarah
was tall and lanky but had a nicely rounded behind. She was clad in running
shorts that set off the lines of her lean runner's legs. Jake didn't stand on
ceremony. He put her across his knee, rucked down her pants and spanked her
soundly, 60 resounding smacks that left her writhing breathlessly across his
lap, delivered in less than two minutes. When he let her up, her mouth had
formed a wide O in surprise at the intensity of pain from the fiery sting of his
hand.
Oh, God, its my turn now, thought Cindy.
