Fox and Hounds Part 7
The proceedings were definitely heating up, thought Debby Fielding as she
nervously awaited her turn under the lash. She had been standing off to the side
with the other captives and holding hands with Ken, with whom she had
established a kind of jailhouse brotherhood. Both of them had been chosen by lot
to be whipped in place of the two foxes that had eluded capture that afternoon.
Ken had at first been indignant and had complained loudly about the twist of
fate that had placed his dignity, not to mention his buns, in jeopardy. All the
same he had been spanked quite soundly by the junoesque Paula in the garden,
kicking and squealing as she tanned his hiney a bright red over her knees like a
schoolmistress disciplining her naughty charge. But by the time Ken had received
his smacking, he was hard. He had continued to be in a high state of arousal and
that feeling had been reinforced as he witnessed the whippings of Kath, Dottie
and Cindy.
Debbie was a swarm of conflicting feelings. Fear, embarassment and lust competed
with each other. Holding Ken's hand had been comforting. Under the circumstances
she would have really liked was for Ken to put that hard thing of his in her
moist quim and bury it to the hilt while they were standing there watching. But
now he had been taken to the stage to choose the instrument of his own
castigation. She watched as with a trembling hand he handed the slip of paper to
Ms Julia. It was to be the martinet at the frame... 20 hard lashes.
To his credit, Ken accepted his penalty with some class. He let them secure him
to the frame and he even stuck his ass out for the whip, as if daring Julia to
do her worst. Julia took up the challenge and whipped him hard nontheless,
delivering 5 lashes from the right side, then switching to the left for 5 more
slowly drawn out licks with the stinging tails of the martinet. Ken hissed
through his teeth at the pain but did not cry or beg for mercy. He moved his
body around searching for respite as she slowly sauntered to his right again.
Huisshh.....smack! The whipping continued, 5 more. A change to the other side,
then and swisshh.....swack! 5 deliberate lashes to the jerking buns. At the end
he moaned as each swipe of the whip smacked his behind, causing him to jerk
forward. Debby noticed when they let him down that he was hard, despite his
effort to hide his condition. The drug, thought Debby. We can't control it. He
even smiled at the crowd and rubbed his ass, mugging. They loved it and howled
and applauded. Debby could not help but notice however that his eyes were
watery.
When he rejoined her, she said how was it? He told her it stung like blazes at
first but then just felt like heat going through him and now he was godawful
horney.
Little Becky drew the birch. She still looked like a teenager with her hair
styled in the two pigtails. Her little bottom danced and wriggled under the
switches. She was not quiet about it either, squealing and yelping as Julia
swished the twigs against her cute twin globes with smart wristy strokes. When
they lifted the yoke, her hands flew to her scorched behind and she did a little
spanking dance right on stage to the delight of the spectators.
Sarah was next. Tall, almost regal looking in her nakedness, she submitted to
the order to assume the position at the whipping frame. Gracefully, she offered
up her hands to be fastened over her head and spead her legs apart to be tied to
the rails. Then her whipping began. Her body jerked and writhed as 20 deliberate
lashes were applied to the classicly shaped cheeks of her sumptious behind. Her
cries were low moans at first, then became higher pitched as the lashes fell and
her hind cheeks wobbled in response. It was hard to tell if she was writhing in
lust or in pain. But Sarah knew. The endorphins had taken over and she was a
bitch in heat. The enforced nudity, the manacles, the mock-sinister ceremonial
nature of this chastisement--all these things had combined to create a state of
sexual arousal more powerful than any she had ever felt. This was why she had
come back to play again. No one but Julia and Arcado had known this. Julia,
though was giving her what she craved and needed with each swipe of the
martinet.
Only two left now, thought Debby. She licked her lips as Julia studied her list
after Sarah had been let go. It was to be Howard. They marched him up the steps
and stripped off his cloak. He did not hesitate but looked adoringly at Julia
and drew...the whipping post. It seemed over too fast for Debby, though Howard's
whipping was drawn out. It took 6 or 7 minutes for Julia to apply the 13
carefully measured stripes across Howard's backside. Each lash elicited a low
"ahhh..." as it struck. When his whipping was over, Julia recoiled her lash and
the attendants unbound him and led him from the stage.
Julia looked pointedly at Debby. "You are the only one left, dear," She said as
the attendants escorted her step by step to the stage and its cruel devices. She
was offered the bowl and with a trembling hand drew the last slip. Oh my God,
she thought as Julia read her sentence: "The last forfeit of our evening is the
13 lashes at the whipping post."
To Debby, the martinet and birch did not look all that bad, but that cracking
whip was frightening.
They disrobed her, taking away her cloak. She was now naked. All eyes were
transfixed as she was turned around, her backside wobbling as they placed her in
position at the post. Will it hurt? Will it hurt? was all she could think as her
hands and feet were bound. The straps across her back and her legs made her jut
her bottom out as if asking for the kiss of the whip. When all was in readiness,
there was silence, then Julia asked: "Are you ready, Debby?"
She manged to squeak "Yes". Then Julia said: "Very well, 13 lashes well laid on.
I begin now." And to Debby she whispered, "Relax, empty your mind, welcome the
sting of the whip."
She heard a few clicking steps behind her, heard the whine of the whip as it
whisshed through the air then: Crack! She felt a line of fire across the crowns
of her buttocks. The stinging sensation spread from her bottom outward to engulf
her whole being. "Ahhh..." She wailed, helplessly. She heard someone say "One"
and waited.
Whishhh....crack! Another screaming line of pain, just below the first.
"Ahhh...ohhh.." She moaned. It stung like crazy, then diffused into this raging
heat. "Two"
Whissshhh....thwack! "Three" A third hot stripe was painted across her wobbling
rear cheeks.
"Arrrg....ahhh..."
At 30 second intervals Julia placed her lines of fire across the quivering moons
of Debby's behind, always striking the fleshy cheeks where there was plenty of
padding to absorb the solidly placed strokes. The whip would make a brief
indentation in the flesh which would then spring back into prominence.
Debby had time to "appreciate" each licky stripe, from the initial flash of fire
to the burning surge of pain that washed over her. No wonder whipping has been
such an effective punishment through the ages, she thought as she listened for
Julia's pacing steps between lashes. It's a fire that does not really burn the
skin, but the fiery sensation of pain certainly induces serious reflection about
one's shortcomings. She tried to take Julia's advice and not fight the stinging
sensations, but to surrender to them. And she found that when she did, her sex
responded.
With each lash she was now writhing on the post, almost like it was a lover. To
the crowd her writhing was intensely erotic. Each time the lash kissed her
wriggling fanny, she seemed to respond with an ecstatic flexing of her hind end.
This was the spectacle they had come to witness. Julia could have been a 17th
century executioner doing her duty, meting out a well deservered thrashing to a
village maid who had been caught stealing.
Debby felt like her whole being was on fire from the stinging heat in her
backside to the hardness of her nipples to her slippery wetness of her pussy.
Just when she felt her senses overwhelmed, the whipping stopped. The last
whistling crack across her fanny had been number 13.
She slumped against the post hanging limply. They untied her, lifted her, and
draped the cloak around her. The spectators roared with approval. Debby's
whipping had been the best one yet, intense, thorough and erotic.
The proceedings were apparantly over and the lights came up. Debby found Ken and
they embraced. Most were still there, except for Mark and Cindy who had slipped
out earlier. Julia still held the stage. Her hair was askew and a sheen of sweat
covered her skin, but she looked as commanding as ever...and she was holding the
razor strap.
The crowd was milling toward the exits when the doors slammed shut. Burly male
staffers blocked the way of couples anxious to exit eager to return to their
rooms and engage in games of their own design.
Uh...oh, thought Debby. I bet I know what this is...somebody's gonna get it!
"May I have your attention please. We are not done yet."
Julia walked as she spoke, swishing the wicked looking strap. "I am sorry to say
that there were a few rules violations out there today."
As she spoke two attendants moved the padded trestle to the front of the stage.
The 100 or so hunters looked around nervously at each other.
Margo felt a chill forming at the base of her spine and she looked for a means
of escape. That damn Jerry must have squealed on her! The bastard!
"Foxes are not allowed to tamper with their bands. One of our foxes who made it
in safely cheated."
Shit! She had forgotten about that. She had removed the transmitter and put it
in her pack. But how did they know?
"There is a little switch on the armband lock that sends a signal when the lock
is tampered with, and Margo, you picked the lock."
Margo froze. All eyes turned her way. Ironically her gaze fell on Jerry's face.
He was wearing a broad smile.
"But...but...it didn't matter...uh no one got close enough to me trigger it...no
harm, no foul, right?"
"On the contrary Miss Ruger. Jerry Adamson told us that he almost had you but
the armband was missing so he could not trigger the switch."
That rat! He lied. 'He almost had her'! Yeah, right. But she knew she could not
dare tell them the truth. Jerry had set her up. Now for all her cleverness, she
was about to be strapped in front of all these people.
Before she knew what was happening, a pair of attendants had seized her arms and
had started to frogmarch her to the stage. She treied to resist but they had
taken her by surprise. The tight sheath dress she wore hampered her movements.
On stage Margo looked with pleading eyes at Julia but Julia merely said, "Sorry,
Margo, you have been guilty of cheating, and we can't have that. In this game
everyone plays fair."
To the attendants she said: "Prepare her."
"Nooo...no.." wailed Margo as they bent her over the trestle. Her wrists and
ankles were fastened in front and back to cuffs near the floor. She wailed anew
and struggled as her dress was tugged up revealing a splendidly rounded bottom
contained in filmy black panties and set off by black stockings and a garter
belt. A strap went across the small of her back pinioning her dress. Wolf
whistles and complementary chatter could be heard all over the room, noting with
approval her choice of lingerie, not to mention the curves with which to fill
it.
"To be honest, Margo, we have never faced this situation. But the rules
committee met and we have decided on an appropriate sentence. You will receive
15 licks with this strap."
"Ohhh...no, please. I can't take 15 with that!" pleaded Margo.
"Oh, no, Margo. It's fair. Just think, you didn't get spanked in the garden like
you should have been...so just take it like a big girl. Here we go..." And Margo
shrieked again as she felt Julia slip the flimsy panties down to rest in a
little tangle at the hollows of her knees.
Then the cool breeze wafting over her nude rear replaced with a band of stinging
pain as Crack! the strap landed on her quivering bottom cheeks.
"Ahhh....yooo....ow" she yelled. Margo had not had the benefit of the potion the
rest had sipped and so the smack of the strap was pure fire.
Later everyone would agree that Margo had been duly punished. It was a prison
strapping right out of a B-movie. The strap was a 24" piece of supple leather
attached to a handle. Julia leathered Margo's bobbing fanny with great cracking
swipes of the strap, taking a stance, running the leather through her hands and
swooping it down on Margo's rear with gusto. The smacks made a noise like pistol
shots that rebounded around the room. The strap would flatten the bouncing moons
and leave a broad red stripe. Margo yelped till she was hoarse. The crowd
whistled and cheered as each hard lick was meted out. At the end Margo could
only slump helplessly over the trestle, tears ruining her mascara, reduced to a
thoroughly punished little girl.
When they let her up it was all she could do to pull up her panties, replace her
dress and stumble from the stage clutching her flaming buns as the spectators
roared their approval.
Well, that's that, thought Debby....no wait, there's more?
"One last item, ladies and gentlemen. And sad to say it is one of you. We
spotted a bit of unnecessary roughness in the capture of one the foxes. She
wasn't hurt but we felt that maybe she had been brought down a little too
hard..."
Who? Who is it? thought Debby. Everyone was looking around.
"You know what I'm talking about...Miss Granville".
No! Wow, Anna Granville the Southern heiress, the one who caught Becky.
All eyes were on Anna, who started slowly backing away. The crowd cleared out
around her, distancing themselves. It was as if she were no longer one of them.
The surprised looks turned to hard glints as all began to wonder what
humiliating punishment was in store for Miss Granville.
"Now wait a minute...I...I did slap her in the face, but I had to, ok? She was
wiggling and struggling, and...well, I had to. But...but she's ok, so no harm
done."
"Sorry, Anna. That won't do it." Turning to her staff she said, "Gunter, bring
her here. Keith , get a sturdy chair."
"Yes, ma'am!" said Keith with a wide grin and ran to do her bidding.
Meanwhile Gunter had grabbed Anna by the wrist and was dragging her, protesting
and struggling, to the stage.
"You can't do this! It isn't fair! Let me go, you oaf!" And she levelled a kick
at his shin, which only bounced harmlessly off his leg.
By now the chair had been placed at center stage. Gunter arrived with the
squirming and sputtering Anna. Julia regarded Anna for a moment then spoke to
Gunter:
"I want you to sit in that chair , put Miss Anna over your knee and spank her
hard till I tell you to stop."
"Yes, Ms Julia," said Gunter dutifully. Turning to Anna he said: "Come over here
miss, get right over my knee."
"Noo....wah....don't spank me...no!"
But Anna was helpless in Gunter's hard muscled grip. He yanked her across his
muscular thighs and clamped his left arm over Anna's back, totally immobilizing
her. With his right hand he rucked up her cocktail dress revealing her ample
rear charms clad in silk panties. Garters held her stockings up. Gunter glanced
inquizitively at Julia.
"Take her panties down, Gunter. This is to be an old fashioned bare bottom
tanning. Start when you're ready."
Gunter slipped his fingers through the waist band of the little panties and slid
them down her legs, baring the jouncy bottom. Anna wriggled in vain at this new
indignity, her bottomcheeks wobbling in an unintentionally lascivious manner as
the rounded contours came into view. Gunter rubbed her cheeks for a moment,
patting them as if testing their resiliency. Anna twisted her head, looking at
Gunter in alarm as he raised his hand.
Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat! Gunter began to deliver hard ringing smacks to
Anna's wriggling backside.
"Ow...ow...ow...ow...!" Anna yelled and kicked her legs, hair flying, arms
flailing. But Gunter was an East German bodybuilder and had no trouble holding
her over his knee. Gunter spanked her methodically meting out solid smacks to
one side then the other. Anna bucked and twisted, but was as helpless as a child
in Gunter's steely grip.
Julia watched with cool appraisal as the spanking of Anna continued with a
steady splat! splat! splat! splat! accompanied by Anna's hysterical wailing.
When her fanny had been spanked to a hot red glow and her pleas had degenerated
into what sounded like some genuine contrition, Julia signalled a halt.
Anna sprang to her feet. Her hands flew to her blazing backside. Hopping from
one foot to the other she rubbed furiously, seemingly oblivious to the mirthful
gaze of the spectators or her semi-nude condition.
When the hooting had died down, Julia signalled the attendants to open the
doors. The festivities were over.
As the crowd milled around, some of those who had been under the lash strode
through the throng, picking their partners for the night. Having been admonished
that it was poor form to refuse, those chosen went willingly.
Kath was last seen leading not one, but two men out of the gallery. The gossip
later the next day was that she had demanded that both of them bend over the bed
and take 20 licks from a leather belt before she would bestow her favors on the
lucky two. It had been worth it, it was rumored, as she turned out to be
insatiable. She knelt on the bed, they say, and sucked one to hardness while the
other plunged into her from behind. Then they changed positions. Several times.
Howard who had become so enamored of Paula as he had watched her spanking Ken,
ended up with her. Even after the lashing he spent more time over Paula's knee
being alternately massaged and spanked to hardness over and over. He showed
Paula his appreciation kneeling between her legs and licking her to multiple
orgasms.
Little Becky chose one of the older players, a 40ish gentleman with greying hair
at the temples. He kindly laid her across his lap and massaged the special salve
into her pouty buttocks before hoisting her to sit on his hardened member and
have her ride him to her heart's content. She later found out that she had
picked a daddy figure who would keep her flighty nature in line.
In the weeks to come she frequently found herself standing in the corner of his
Malibu beachfront bedroom wearing a pleated skirt and knee socks, her hair in
pigtails, waiting for "daddy" and the special present he had had made for her.
It was light, wooden, and said "Becky's Fanny Paddle" on one side and there were
some little red stars painted on the "business" side.
Margo and Anna, smarting from their humiliating punishments, conspired to exact
some measure of revenge by luring the smarmy Keith into a tryst that he may have
later regretted. Led on by the promise of spending the rest of the evening with
not one, but two beautiful women he was easily seduced into accompanying them
both to Anna's suite. Supposedly they wanted him to apply cold cream to their
injured nates. Keith was vain enough to think that the "cold cream" request was
just an excuse and that really, they lusted after him. He was therefore one
surprised boy when, after the cold cream had been sensuously applied to two sets
of red and smarting cheeks, the girls had decided to have a little fun.
The fun in fact consisted of slapping some handcuffs on Keith and taking turns,
passing him back and forth across a pair of laps while they spanked him
mercilessly with Anna's ebony hairbrush. Anna sat on the bed and Margo sat in a
chair facing her. Anna would spank Keith with the hard hairbrush then pass both
Keith and the brush to Margo who would give him another sound smacking. Keith
howled and begged as the brush tanned his bouncing fanny. Once he had been
reduced to tears, he had sobbingly agreed to do anything they wanted. What the
pair wanted was Keith's tongue up their pussies or backsides all night.
Sarah, having been enamored of Gunter's prowess on stage was determined to test
his talents in the bedroom. She was not disappointed, but found that the
apparant lack of redness in her bottom the next morning attracted Gunter like a
magnet and she found herself naked and across his knees as he sat on the bed for
a sample of what she had witnessed the previous day.
Debby and Ken repaired to Ken's room for a hot night of lovemaking and
comforting of each other.
Julia, now totally aroused after an evening of dishing out forfeits, waited for
the room to empty. She smiled as she noticed the suave Alex Arcado making his
way into the room. Ah, she thought, the man reads my mind...and right on time
too.
"Hello, Alex," she said, coyly.
"Hello Julia. Are you ready....?"
