Fox And Hounds Pt 5 In The Garden
Cindy was next. There was no escaping it. All eyes turned her way as Mark, her
handsome capturer, pulled gently on the leash clipped to her bound hands. She
blushed, knowing the fate that awaited her at the top of the steps, and
reluctantly followed Mark as he led her through the throng of the 100 hunters
who would soon witness her humiliating forfeit.
She had been caught, and under the rules of the game, the man who caught her
was entitled to spank her, right here, bottoms up, pants down, in front of all
these people. Not since she was a teenager and had had to report to the
assistant principal for a paddling had she felt the dread in the pit of her
stomach that was prelude to a sound bottom warming. She felt it now, even
though it was Mark, who she liked, who would be administering the warming. But
she had just met Mark and didn't know him at all. He obviously liked her,
though. He had been so concerned for her safety on the hunt. And to top it off
he was a bit put out with her for not heeding his warning. He was going to use
this opportunity to teach her a lesson, and a part of her thought she deserved
it.
They ascended the dias as the watchers cheered with approval. Shouts of " Give
her a good one!" and "Warm her little buns up for us!" accompanied them to the
chair. A simple chair had never looked so ominous, thought Cindy.
Mark sat down and looked up at Cindy. She stood to his right, trembling, her
head bowed. He said, "Come here, Cindy."
She obeyed and he slid his fingers into the elastic of her shorts. She blushed
furiously as he slid the shorts down to her ankles, leaving her displayed in
pink nylon panties. "Over my knee," was the next command and she leaned forward.
Mark guided her across his lap until her feet left the floor and her buttocks
were positioned prominently over his right knee. She felt so vulnerable. Her
bottom was propped up and on display. "This is a panties down spanking, Cindy,
so lift up a little." She groaned with embarassment, but obeyed again and felt a
cool breeze as the little panties glided down to her ankles. Her breath caught
in her throat as she felt his big palm resting on the crowns of her bottom
cheeks.
Then she felt his palm lift. For a moment, nothing, then... Smack! "Yeoww!" Wow,
it stung! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Yeowww.....ouch!" God, that really stung,
she thought. He rained hard steady smacks down on her naked seat. She tried to
wriggle but he held her tight. Her buns jiggled as palm met fanny which wobbled
deliciuosly, smack after smack.
"Ahhhh...noooo!" The heat. Her buns were burning after a sound dozen cracks
from Mark's sturdy hand. This really smarts, she thought, as the stinging heat
built relentlessly. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Mark contiued to deliver smack
after smack to her tender seat. He was really lighting a fire, and she bucked
and writhed across his lap. The fiery sting took her breath away. He was
spanking her hard.
"Ow....Mark....please....ow, ow, ow.." she pleaded as the steady rain of spanks
continued. Her bottom must be bright red, she thought. Indeed it was. The red
handprints that had appeared when Mark started had now merged into a crimson
mass. Smack! Smack! "Oww....Yeouch!" How many more? She wondered.
And then a new sensation. Her sex. She felt herself getting wet. The stinging
heat had spread to her pussy lips. Just like that time with Steve. Mark was
still spanking her, but somehow the hot sting had merged with an onrush of
pleasure. She even started unconsciously to raise her bottom in time to meet his
descending hand. She still cried out at each smack.
"Ow....Mark...please...ouch!" She kicked and drummed her feet on the dias.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Mark's hand came down with sharp ringing smacks. Then she
felt a final smack! smack! smack! and someone said "That's sixty".
As abruptly as it began, it was over. Oh...she thought. I'm hot ---and wet! I
hope nobody sees. Her ass was as red as a ripe tomato, two bright red spank
spots contrasted with the whiteness of her legs, and it felt like an inferno.
While still over his knee she felt Mark's hand caressing her throbbing buns. The
same hand that had spanked her so soundly was now comforting her. She was aware
of applause and whistles. He pulled her pants back up over her bottom, and she
was grateful for the small way in which he had tried to spare her modesty. He
lifted her and kissed her. She kissed him back, much to the delight of the
crowd. Then he took her by the arm and led her down the steps. An attendant
unlocked the cuffs and her hands flew to her bottom.
"Oh, Mark, you can really spank! I'll feel that for a week! You meanie." She
pouted.
"I just believe that any job that must be done should be done well," said Mark
grinning, "Besides in an hour you won't feel anything but a pleasant warmth back
there."
"That's easy for you to say," she countered, "But I'm glad it was you. Now just
hold me."
And he slid his arms around her and gently massaged her fanny.
Julia strode to the dias and addressed the guests:
" We now have our final items before tonight's festivities, ladies and
gentlemen. As you know, two foxes avoided capture. That means four of you will
submit to the forfeits that would have been theirs."
As she spoke Keith appeared bearing a large bowl with pieces of paper inside. He
set it on the chair.
"In this bowl are 96 names. Exempt are those who made the captures of the foxes
who just received their spankings. The rest of you are eligible, I'm afraid. The
escaped foxes, Margo and Paula, will each draw 2 names. If your name is drawn,
please come to the front. Let's be civilized about this. It was part of the
agreement for this contest, so please no hysterics or running or fighting.
Accept your fate with a little dignity. Believe it or not, submission is good
for the soul. Now Paula if you please, draw two slips."
The junoesque Paula reached in, drew two slips, and handed them to Julia.
" The first name is: Kenneth Powell."
"Arghhh...no!!" Groaned a slender framed, athletic young man in his late 20's.
All eyes turned his way. "I can't believe this!"
Julia ignored him and read: "Dottie Nelson."
"Me? Me?" wailed an attractive platinum blonde with a voluptuous body. "Oh, no,
it can't be! I don't want a whipping! Nooo! Eddie, tell them no, they can't do
this."
She looked imploringly at the man who apparantly was "Eddie", her escort.
Indeed, Eddie Jensen, a self made multimillionaire, had brought the gorgeous
Dottie, whom he had met in Las Vegas. But Eddie shrugged and said, "Sorry
Dottie, but you knew the deal as well as I did. I can't help you now." In truth
Eddie was looking forward to seeing Dottie get a good licking. Not only was she
built like Marilyn Monroe, but she had gushed excitedly all weekend over the
prospect of the punishments. Other people's, that is. She was luscious, he
mused, dressed in tight little shorts, a khaki shirt, and even a bush hat, she
looked like an ad for the "sexpot" line from Banana Republic.
"All right folks, settle down. Kenneth and Dottie, I'm sorry but you agreed to
play. Those are the breaks, kids."
Kenneth and Dottie continued to look crestfallen as Julia motioned to Margo.
"Draw two slips, please."
Margo handed two slips to Julia, who read:
"Debby Fielding and Howard Lawson"
"Oh, my, that's me!" said an attractive 30ish brunette with a trim figure. Debby
Fielding had come alone. The CEO of her own very sucessful e-commerce concern
selling upscale kitchenware, she had thought the weekend would be some delicious
naughty fun. But now she began to sweat nervously as the reality of what was in
store for her hit home. She had often fantasized about being bound and lashed,
and she had masturbated while reading "The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty" too. But
this was real.
Howard Lawson, meanwhile, had simply walked forward. Lawson, a short, buff, and
attractive man in his mid 30s was drawn to the two women like a moth to a flame.
He had long fantasized about something like this and now it was about to happen.
His mouth felt dry and he nervously licked his lips as he said, "I'm Howard
Lawson."
Howard was torn between arousal and fear and mortification. He had had
fantasies, it seemed, about being taken in hand by a "stern mommy" and spanked
bare over her knee. He had come to this weekend because of the prospect of
watching others get it and living their experiences vicariously, but now it
seemed he was to acquire the experience first hand. To Howard, Julia and Margo
were goddess figures, at the same time objects of desire and punishing angels.
Julia motioned and several staff came forward bearing the wrist restraints worn
by the others. As each one was cuffed, Julia noted their names on the clipboard.
They were then brought up to the front, escorted by the khaki clad Fantasies
Unlimited staffers.
"Paula and Margo, we have 4 very unlucky 'hounds' here. You are entitled to give
each one a sound spanking, 60 smacks, on the bare. You can each do your 2, or I
will assist if you wish. It is up to you."
Paula and Margo huddled for a moment, then turned to Julia.
"We would each like to take one of our two and at the same time have you 'do'
the other one," giggled Paula, "Like sort of a spanking duet."
There was enthusiastic response. Everyone seemed to like this idea.
"Ok, girls, let's see if we can't get them yelping in two part harmony. Who goes
first?"
"I'll go", said Paula, "I always wanted to be on the other end of a spanking. I
know I got plenty as a kid."
Julia motioned for someone to get another chair for the dias, then turned to the
four apprehensive guests. "Dottie and Ken, come with me, please."
"No, look, please...," pleaded Ken.
"No...don't...", wailed Dottie.
They were pulled forward helplessly while the chairs were positioned side by
side. Julia, having had long years of experience, grasped Dottie by her earlobe
and she yelled in protest as she tugged her toward the stage. Once on stage the
two disciplinarians sat down and started undoing various buttons, belts and
zippers, amid shrill protests from Dottie and pleading from Ken. It took some
doing by Julia, but she managed to peel down Dottie's skin tight shorts to
reveal a full rounded bottom clad in tiny bikini panties. She yanked the
startled Dottie across her sturdy lap and tugged down the little panties to the
accompaniment of clapping and cheering--and not a few whistles of appreciation.
Ken, in the meantime had been deposited over Paula's knee, his jeans at
half-mast. With a flourish of Paula's wrist, his white briefs followed.
Ummm...thought Paula, what cute buns, I'm going to enjoy this. Paula liked guys
with athletic builds and cute tushes. Ken's obvious embarassment at his
perdicament made him even more appealing. "Get ready for a hot one, little boy,"
she whispered under her breath. She knew Ken heard her because he stiffened in
anticipation. And then she felt something else--Ken's penis, sliding over her
thigh--it was getting hard. She whispered again, "Ooh, you naughty boy, now
you're really going to get it."
At a nod from Julia they started to spank. Their palms splatted down on the bare
heinies over their laps causing yelps of distress from Ken and Dottie. Dottie's
prominently rounded posterior bounced and jiggled over Julia's lap as she
smacked the quivering mounds in a slow steady rhythm. Dottie screamed bloody
murder as her luscious fanny was tanned to a red glow.
Paula spanked Ken with flurries of hard smacks, with pauses in between. With
each sharp series of smacks he arched his back and wailed for mercy, but Paula
was having too much fun watching his little buns tense and quiver as she smacked
his asscheeks to a cherry red. Both of them writhed over the laps of their
tormentresses attempting in vain to escape the stinging tattoo. The delighted
onlookers shouted encouragement, urging the ladies to spank harder. At this
point they were no doubt relieved that it would not be they getting their
fannies tanned.
When each of the women had delivered their 60 spanks, the unlucky duo was
allowed to rise and replace their clothing. Both of them winced as they drew
their shorts up over their flaming behinds, and Dottie did a little war dance,
stamping around, much to everyone's delight.
Julia stood and addressed Margo who was waiting with Debby and Howard in cuffs.
Debby had changed into a short yellow summer dress that made her look much
younger than her 35 years. Howard was still in jeans from the hunt.
"Well, which one do you want, Margo?" asked Julia. Margo regarded the pair,
thinking that she had already whipped a man that day.
"I believe I'll warm Miss Fielding's fanny, Ms Julia."
"Good choice, Margo." Addressing the two she intoned, "All right, folks, its
spanking time."
Debby shivered nervously as she approached Margo who smiled wickedly and led her
to the dias. Julia crooked her finger at Howard, who shuffled on unsteady legs
up the steps to his fate. Standing in front of him she loosened his pants and
dragged them down to his knees. In the meantime, Margo sat down and flipped the
shorter and lighter Debby over her knee. Her dress rode up revealing nicely
tanned legs and the bottoms of some green silk panties. Margo pulled the brief
skirt all the way up, and Debby gasped a little "Oh, dear!" as the full rounded
cheeks of her bottom, clad only in the brief silky panties was exposed to
everyone's gaze. Debby thought her behind was "too big", but in truth it was a
lovely, albeit full, jouncy derriere that caused many a head to turn when she
walked by in the tight business skirts she favored.
Julia took her seat. She regarded Howard with a wry smile for a moment, and then
patted her thighs with both of her hands. "Come on Mr Lawson, time to assume the
position." Howard hesitated. "Come, come, sir, you're not afraid of a little
spanking are you?" Shamefacedly, Howard gingerly placed himself across her lap,
actually none too soon for he was becoming aroused.
Debby to her amazement felt deliciously shamed and aroused at the same time. She
had had no idea that being held like she was, bottom on display, would feel so
naughty. Her fanny was sticking up higher than the rest of her and it was clad
in only thin panties.
"Ready, Margo?" queried Julia. "Ok, kids, lift up, it's panties down time!"
Simultaneously, Julia and Margo rucked pants and panties down to the kneehollows
of their respective penitents. Debby felt like she was all bottom. A momentary
cool breeze wafted across her vulnerable mounds which wobbled slightly as Margo
made last minute adjustments to position her just right.
Then the spankings started. Since these were the last forfeits of the
afternoon, Julia and Margo strived to make them memorable. The smackings were
soundly meted out and Julia and Margo did not hold back. Smack after stinging
smack visited each wriggling bottom. Debby yelped as Margo administered hot
spanks to alternate cheeks. Howard, surprised at the intensity of the stinging
imparted by Julia's hand, cried out for mercy. But there was no mercy until the
two had danced and squirmed across the lovely laps of Margo and Julia for the
full dose of 60 hard swats.
Margo was enthralled with the sight and sound of her palm splatting against the
shapely resilient buttocks of Debby, and Debby for all her mortification, found
the juvenile swatting arousing. How she must look! She just knew her big bottom
cheeks danced and jiggled obscenely with each sharp smack, but the sharp sting
was not all that unpleasant. Her buns were first warm then tingly, then hot!
Howard, too, was revelling in his submissive posture. This Goddess has me over
her knee! Actually spanking me like a child. Ow! It stings so! Ow! Ow! I'll be
good! Howard could hardly believe the heat that Julia could generate in his
fanny with just the flat of her hand. I must be beet red, he thought.
And when all 60 spanks had fallen they both sported beet red hienies.
Margo and Julia stood them up and both Debby and Howard looked over their
shoulders to survey the damage, much to the amusement of the onlookers.
When clothing had been rearranged, the Garden Party was over. Dinner, it was
announced, would be at 8pm sharp.
Attendants came forward and surrounded the eight "condemned" who looked
nervously at Julia. Another woman appeared who announced that she was their
"matron-in-charge" for the next few hours. "I'm Carol Harding, Ms Harding for
now, if you please. I will be in charge of preparing you for tonight. Please
follow me to the guesthouse."
"Wait a minute," said Dottie. "I want to go back to my room. I want my clothes.
I want a shower."
"Sorry Miss," said Ms Harding, " you are sort of under 'house arrest' right now.
Everything you need will be provided. We will proceed right now to a briefing
and you will all come with me."
"But...but..." sputtered Dottie, "This is outreageous. I demand to see someone
in authority. You can't do this!"
Ms Harding regarded Dottie with folded arms for a few seconds then said,
"Gunter, give her twelve hard smacks."
Dottie said "Whaaa...?" as a tall nordic looking attendant grabbed Dottie and
jerked her over his knee which he had propped up on the side of a stone bench.
While Dottie flailed around, jacknifed over Gunter's knee, Gunter smacked her
hard twelve times on her bottom, eliciting frantic shrieks from the buxom
blonde. When he set her down she sobbed and rubbed the seat of her tight shorts.
"I hope you now understand. Please follow me without incident or I will have
Gunter provide you with the motivation to do so."
Cindy gazed hopelessly at Mark. He and She both understood. They were prisoners,
captured slaves. Flanked by the crew of attendants they were marched off to the
guest house.
