Fox and Hounds Pt 8
The room was quiet. The doors had been closed and Alex and Julia stood alone in
a pool of light cast by a spot inadvertantly left on. Alex looked the debonaire
host dressed in a dinner jacket. Julia wore her uniform of the evening, a tight
bustier top with a brief flounced skirt that barely covered her hips, thigh high
boots, and elbow length opera gloves. All of it was black, offsetting her golden
blonde hair piled in a bun and her creamy white skin.
She shivered for Alex was now here to give her what she needed. After an entire
weekend of playing her role as the Mistress of the Hunt, in charge, commanding,
rewarding the victors and punishing the losers, she needed....balance. She
needed to be "brought down a peg". Her old friend and lover understood.
"Well, my dear are you sure you want this?" he asked. She had told him to be
ready for her call should she feel the need for "correction" after the
ceremonies of Saturday night. Immediatly after the last penalty had been meted
out, she had called his quarters and said merely, "Oh, Alex, now, please come."
And so he had.
He had strolled into the gallery, walked up to her and taking her in his arms
kissed the nape of her neck gently, whispering in her ear:
"What shall we do with you, madame? Just look at this indecent costume! A woman
of your standing. Why this is the garb of a common trollop!"
She had shivered with pleasure as his hands moved over her body, finding the
hardened nipples of her breasts that strained the confines of the bustier.
"Yes, sir, it is rather indecent," said Julia shyly. "What do you suppose my
dear papa would say?"
"He would say, I am sure, that you need to have your bottom well smacked," said
Alex taking her by the arm and leading her to the straightbacked chair, only
recently vacated by Gunter.
"Oh please, sir, not a smacked bottom! I'll be ever so good!" she squealed in
mock distress.
With feigned grimness he pulled her along.
Julia stumbled after him with little mincing steps, no longer the commanding
mistress, but a naughty miss being marched to her well deserved fate. Standing
next to the chair, he turned her around and unzipped the tight bustier. She
shucked the garmet freeing her magnificent tits that jiggled as the garmet
dropped. The little skirt was also dropped to the floor leaving her in only
black lace panties.
Alex slowly took off his jacket. He undid his tie then slowly rolled up his
sleeves. Julia watched, anxiously awaiting his next command.
Seating himself, Alex patted his knees and she laid herself obediently across
his lap, arching her bottom up for his attention. She moaned with pleasure as he
kneaded and patted the sumptuous cheeks through the lace panties. When she felt
his hand in the waistband of her panties, she lifted up allowing him to slide
them down baring her bottom. He tested the slit between her legs. It was wet and
slippery with arousal.
She was a vision of lust in her thigh high black boots and long opera gloves,
all the rest of her was white flawless skin, her bottom cheeks quivering in
anticipation.
"Please Alex. Promise you'll spank me good and hard. I feel like a naughty
trollop," she said breathlessly, squirming across the lap of her lover.
"As you wish, my dear," intoned Alex raising his hand.
Splat! Smack! Splat! Solid, meaty smacks rang out in the stillness of the
reverberent gallery. Alex spanked from cheek to cheek in a flurry of crisp open
handed smacks that left Julia momentarily breathless.
"Oh...oh...ah....ah...." she moaned and rocked her body across the knees of her
chastiser.
Splat! "Oh!"
Smack! "Ah.."
Spank! Splat! Smack! "Oooh....oh....ah..."
Alex alternated crisp flurries of spanks with slow harder smacks, pausing to
slip his fingers between Julia's legs and stimulating her clitoris.
"Oh....God...yes, Alex..." she moaned. Her rounded cheeks rippled and bobbed
with each smack and despite her resolve she bucked and writhed.
Splat! Smack!.....Smack!.....Smack!.....Splat! Crack! Smack!
Alex varied the tempo and the intensity of what was developing as a very sound,
very thorough spanking. Julia just moaned and rocked her hips. She was really
getting it now. Wow! Alex could spank. She began to feel like a very well
chastened trollop.
Alex could see that her bottom was getting very red, in stark contrast to the
whiteness of her back and legs. Her twin spank spots looked like red beacons.
Julia arched her back, raising her head with a cry as Alex delivered a final
flurry of hard, authoritatve spanks to the quivering mounds.
"Oh...ah...oh...nnn....ggg.....oah....hoo...." bleated Julia in response.
Finally...spank! "ow! Smack! "owww" smack! "argh...ow" Splat! "yeoww!"
Alex rested his hand on her bottom and Julia slumped, moaning softly.
"Have you had enough, young lady?" he asked.
In a quiet voice Julia said: "If you please, sir, I should have the martinet."
"Very well, madame, you may rise."
Julia stood up slowly, massaging her inflamed cheeks. Alex rose and approached
the pillory. He lifted the yoke.
"Come here, Julia." Julia obeyed, although her legs were unsteady. Her red
bottom jiggled delightfully as she approached the pillory.
"Bend over, girl, and place your hands and neck in the cutouts," said Alex
firmly. She wanted to be whipped. So be it. He was not going to spare her. The
yoke fell with a solid clack, and he locked it in place. She was now immobile,
bent over, hindquarters thrust out, ready for the lash. Alex picked up the
little multitailed whip and whooshed it a few times.
"How many...." started Julia, licking her lips, able to see Alex in the mirror,
the thongs dangling, alive.
"As many as I think you need, my dear," he replied, taking a stance behind her
and running the thongs through his fingers.
Whisshh....thwack! Whissshhh....Thwack! Whisshhh....crack!
The lashes were delivered with a slow even tempo. Julia had time to reflect on
the sting of each smarting stripe before another was administered.
She emitted little cries of "Oh...arhh....oh....ahhh...." as the whip fell at 10
to 20 second intervals. Alex took his time, frequently changing sides, drawing
it out, making her feel like a well-whipped captive slave maiden who has no
choice but to submit.
Alex delivered 30 burning stripes to Julia's smarting fanny and Julia's cries
were starting to sound higher pitched, more frantic. Then he stopped and felt
between her legs. She was sopping wet.
"Please," she pleaded, "now fuck me."
Alex replaced the whip and moved to the other side of the yoke. She lifted her
head to see him liberate his hard prick. She opened her mouth as he lifted her
chin and she took him in, lubricating the glans with her saliva. He pumped his
hips thrusting his cock to the back of her throat as she sucked and swirled her
tongue around his penis. When he was hard as a bar of steel, he slipped out and
walked behind her. Her well reddened rear, covered with the weals and lines left
by the martinet was thrust upwards provacatively. He grabbed the cheeks and
pulled her legs farther apart. She opened herself to him. He thrust inside all
the way, up to the hilt. She gasped in pleasure at the sudden invasion then
started rocking her hips, trying to impale herself. Alex thrust in, pulled all
the way back, then thrust again, and again, and again. The delicious friction
was sending waves of pleasure through Julia. Even the slapping of his groin
mashing the soft mounds of her smarting behind was pleasurable.
Alex rode her for what seemed like hours, sending surge after surge of pleasure
through her until it rose to a peak and she came in great racking spasms. Alex
was not done, however and held out until she climaxed again. Fearing that she
would cramp, he released her from the yoke. Throwing a cloak over her, the
couple retired to her quarters where they continued until they both fell asleep,
exhausted.
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six months later........
For Cindy it had been a dream come true. Her whirlwind romance to Mark had
culminated in his proposal of marriage and Cindy was deliriously happy.
The wedding was days away now and the wedding presents were rolling in. Most
were of the conventional sort, but there was one oblong box with no name and no
card that garnered Cindy's attention. It did however, have a note taped to the
front that said: "Open discretely".
Cindy had an idea...could it be? She had thought frequently about the weekend
and the hunt. It had certainly given Mark ideas. Her masterful lover had
corrected his sometimes impish and bratty fiance on several occasions with a
good sound fanny warming that left her sit spot stinging hot. Such is life, she
sighed, and the sex that invariably followed, well.....
After all Mark himself frequently told her that it was her curvacious fanny that
really got his motor running (he frequently said this while said fanny was
perched across his knee waiting his correcting palm).
So she called him over and unwrapped the box. Inside was a short bundle of
synthetic switches like the ones she had been birched with. There was only a
short note inside that said:
"Flog her gently....but make it sting"
The END
