by Sarah Veitch
BELOW THE BELT
by
SARAH VEITCH
Below the Belt first published in 2002 by Palmprint Publications. Published as an eBook in 2011 by Chimera eBooks.
ePub ISBN 9781907976308
mobi ISBN 9781907976933
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This novel is fiction - in real life practice safe sex.
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Author's Introduction
Domination and submission erotica has inspired lust throughout the world for centuries - and ten percent of we Brits classify this as our main sexual interest. Many others enjoy such power play as an addition to their usual sexual repertoire.
Yet our desires are often condemned by those who haven't taken the time to understand them. Books in which the heroine is punished and made to feel submissive are called misogynistic, yet when a CP magazine ran a survey in the summer of 2001 every woman who responded said that she enjoyed taking the submissive role and loved fantasising about - or experiencing - being spanked. There were even more men keen to deliver such spankings to consenting women. If such fantasies or actualities leave both parties sexually sated, then what's the harm?
Political correctness has imbued the erotica market to such an extent that entire CP novels consist of lesbians chastising other lesbians. The dominant male just doesn't get a look-in. If a male character is introduced he's often forced into a submissive role. These novels are often set in the Victorian era as punishments from a bygone age are perceived as less likely to offend. There's absolutely nothing wrong with such novels - but a realistic marketplace should also be producing literature that shows some contemporary heterosexual punishment.
Our culture is very confused. For some reason, it's legal for an adult to spank a child, surely an abuse of power. Yet if a man spanks a woman for their mutual enjoyment he's considered a bully and she's seen as weak. In truth, two adults exploring their sub/dom desires is a win-win situation as they both get what they need.
Here, as in my previous books, the woman commits various misdemeanours and is sternly corrected by dominant men and powerful women. Again, I choose situations that are erotic rather than politically correct. In a politically correct novel the woman asks to be disciplined and possibly signs a slave contract. I appreciate that some readers may like this approach but it's not arousing to me. No, most of us want the wrongdoer to oppose her punishment and for the dominant party to be increasingly in charge.
Obviously if people acted like this in real life they'd be - rightly - facing assault charges but this is erotic fiction. Surely we can let our imaginations rove where they may?
None of us choose our sexuality - but we can choose to learn about it and enjoy it. We can also, to borrow a term from two film characters, be excellent to each other in real life.
I found an excellent location for prolonged punitive training when I read of the ghost towns located in remote parts of California. My repopulated Californian ghost town, Alpineglow, is fictitious though there are real towns and companies throughout the world which bear this name. This Alpineglow, with its luxurious but remote location and its miscreant females, is a dominant man's - and a submissive woman's - idyll.
Chapter One
California girls had shapely bodies with all over tans - and now she was about to become one. Kerri was lit up with excitement as the cab dropped her off outside the Private Flying Club. For the last two days she'd been on a jet and a coach, making the journey from London to California. But now she was on the last part of her trip.
She was about to enter the flying club when a tall man in his forties came striding out. He glanced at her keenly.
'Miss Miles?'
'Yes,' Kerri said, 'you must be Jeff Rendell.'
'Mr Rendell to you,' the man replied.
He must be joking. Kerri grinned. The man didn't smile back and for a moment she felt slightly uncomfortable. 'So, are we ready for take off?' she asked, smoothing down her suede trouser suit.
'I've been ready for a long time,' the man said. He pointed to a small red and white plane in the centre of the hangar. 'My Cessna awaits.'
Kerri shivered as Mr Rendell slid impatiently into the cockpit of the four-seater plane and patted the passenger seat next to him. She clambered in.
'Am I the only one going to Alpineglow today?'
Mr Rendell nodded. Then he put the headphones on, apparently listening to his instructions for take off. The conversation was clearly at an end.
How strange, Kerri thought. The man and his associates had spoken to her for hours on the phone, answering all of her questions about this elite new town that they'd created. She'd expected him to be equally amicable when they finally met face to face. After all, she'd promised the man her life savings as payment for a house and garden in this recently-created Californian wonderland.
What the hell - there were at least three hundred people living in Alpineglow, most of whom were presumably friendly. She wouldn't have to spend her spare time with Jeff Rendell, even if he had renovated every building in the town.
For the next two hours they flew above a wonderful wilderness of lush green hills and waterfalls and rocky slopes - then the implacable pilot put the plane into a controlled descent.
'We're here?' Kerri asked. There was nothing here - no shops or cinema or houses.
Jeff Rendell kept his headphones on and ignored her tremulous words.
'It's just that it's not what I expected,' she added, giving in to a strong urge to keep talking. Suddenly she didn't know exactly where she was - or why.
The plane came smoothly to a halt and the man beckoned her out. Then he walked around to meet her.
'We can't clear the mountain peaks in the Cessna - the currents at such high altitude make the plane drop too dangerously. There'll be a guide along with mountain horses for us any moment now.'
'I don't ride,' Kerri said firmly, staring at the peaks of ochre rock.
'You will - or else,' Jeff Rendell said with equal firmness.
He was wrong about that, the twenty-six year old thought. She'd never liked animals or any kind of outdoor activity. And she knew that her expensive designer suit wouldn't survive five minutes on some half-wild nag.
As she stood in the clearing, the man walked over to a heavy ledge of rock and sat down. After a moment's hesitation Kerri joined him and stared challengingly at his profile.
'Look, I don't mean to be difficult, but I didn't bargain for this.'
'What did you bargain for?'
'Well...' Kerri looked into his dark eyes but they remained dispassionate. 'You said I'd be going to live in an ideal village, an elite new town.'
'It's ideal for me - as you'll see when we finally get there,' the impervious pilot said.
'Shouldn't it be ideal for me, too? I've s
pent enough money getting here.'
'No, you haven't earned the right to an idyll,' Jeff Rendell said.
Was the man a lunatic? What the hell was he talking about? 'What does that mean?' Kerri asked acerbically.
'All will be revealed when we get to Alpineglow,' the landowner replied. He looked up as a dark-skinned youth picked his way around the corner leading three mules. 'Ah, our transport has arrived.'
He gave the boy some notes and the boy bowed, mounted one of the mules and trotted away across the clearing. The other two mounts walked up to them and snickered happily.
'You'll have to come back for me in a car - I'm not riding one of those things,' Kerri reiterated. The nearest mule nudged her shoulder and fearfully she struck it in the face.
Then she exhaled hard in shock and surprise as Jeff Rendell looped his strong hands under her armpits and pulled her forwards till she was lying over his lap.
'What the fuck are you doing?' she gasped, kicking out her legs and battering her fists backwards until they struck his knees.
'I'm about to give you a really sound spanking.'
'Like hell you are,' Kerri shot back, finding the man's nearest ankle and driving her nails into it. She was rewarded by his howl of pain.
'Talking back to your betters simply earns you a hotter arse,' he said, pulling both of her hands to the front and holding them firmly in one of his.
'You don't have the right,' she continued wildly.
'I have every right.' She felt him unbuckling her belt and pulling it free of its suede loops. 'You hurt a defenceless creature so now I'm going to tan your arse.'
Kerri cried out as he wound her belt around her wrists then buckled them tightly together. She tensed her buttocks and pressed hard against his lap but was unable to stop him pulling down her trousers. Seconds later she felt them bunch above her shoes. He must now be staring at her thin white knickers. She writhed about in mingled fear and shame.
'Nice panties,' he said matter of factly. 'Shame that they're coming down.'
Kerri whimpered as his fingers slid under the waistband, edging them away from her most private flesh. This just couldn't be happening. Twenty-six year old businesswomen simply weren't treated like this.
Jeff Rendell slid her briefs down her buttocks and her thighs until she was naked from her waist to her knees. With her hands firmly bound in front, she had no way of covering her exposed bare bottom.
'You can't do this. You just can't,' she wailed.
'I own the land. I own the horses. You've signed a contract that says you'll follow Alpineglow's rules for the next five years, the minimum agreed residency. I'm quite at liberty to punish you for any rule transgression,' the wealthy landowner said.
Kerri tensed some more as he raised his hand, then yelled as his large palm crashed into her naked left sphere. He immediately followed with a slap to her equally-helpless right sphere. He seemed to have arms of steel as he spanked on and on and on.
'I have the right not to ride,' she yelled above the echoing slapping noises.
Jeff Rendell stopped spanking her but he stroked her sore flesh as he spoke. 'Riding is part of the rules - and your refusal to follow the rules makes this perilous trek even more dangerous. I won't have a good horse injured because you're playing up.'
'But I didn't sign up for this,' Kerri interjected. It was surreal, talking to this man as she lay over his lap, but she was desperate to stop him spanking her.
'You signed up to live here. You knew that we had our own code of conduct and policies.'
'Yeah, policies to keep the riff-raff out,' Kerri shot back, wishing that each shamed wriggle didn't make her pubis rub against his trousered thighs.
'And policies that are to the majority's benefit,' Jeff Rendell said. He squeezed her arse with increasing strength. 'And at the moment the majority at Alpineglow would be severely impacted if they had to send out a search party for you because you'd lost yourself in these mountains, amongst the most inhospitable in the world.'
'I'm very sorry,' she lied, hoping that he'd untie her and let her put her panties on.
'You will be,' her tormentor said, raising his hard hand again.
'Oh don't, don't, don't!'
The man's right hand rose and fell, rose and fell. Kerri jerked wildly across his knees, her ankles lifting up and down in a pointless reflex. As the slapping lengthened, the pain took away all cogent thought. The British girl gasped and yelped and tried to twist her head back to look into her tormentor's eyes, to make mute contact. Surely he'd soon see sense and stop this assault, realise that he'd gone too far?
'I've apologised,' she gasped out but the bastard didn't appear to be listening. His hard palm crashed down and down and down. Her buttocks felt as if they were on fire and she knew that they must be as red as the scarlet Cessna. The overhead sun was now further roasting her heated parts.
'No more,' she mumbled. 'Oh please stop!'
'Will you ride?' her punisher asked, continuing to slap.
'Yes. Oh, yes.' She'd say anything to gain some relief for her buttocks.
'Say "Yes, sir" when you address me during a spanking.'
'Yes, sir,' she forced out, hating to say such demeaning words.
'Good girl. I'll bet that's the nicest you've been to anyone in a long while.'
There was no answer to that, so Kerri didn't attempt one.
'Can I get up now, please?' she asked in a tearful voice. She'd promised herself that she wouldn't cry but the pain was raging through her extremities.
'Only after we've had a chat about hot bums,' Jeff Rendell said.
Kerri closed her eyes as she heard his words. Was this indignity never going to end? Last week she'd been a highly paid career woman living the champagne lifestyle. Now she was being treated like a puppy that had to be trained.
'The spanking you've just had,' Jeff Rendell continued, 'would score a two on my buttock correction scale. The scale goes up to ten, which would involve - say - a preparatory spanking then a paddling, finished by a bare bottom caning. Oh, and you'd be bent over a punishment trestle so that you couldn't jerk your sore parts away.'
Kerri kept her eyes closed. She gritted her teeth to keep back the sarcastic comments. She mustn't make him angry. If she could keep her council until they met up with the other residents, she'd be okay.
'I'm sorry I refused to ride, sir,' she said with pretend obsequiousness.
'I intend to make you very sorry.'
She quivered as she felt his large hand palming her rotundities. God, that hurt. He stroked then squeezed at her flesh whilst she skulked and trembled.
'Please... I have a boyfriend,' she lied.
'Oh, I've no intention of molesting you. I'm a man of integrity,' Jeff Rendell said. 'But palming a naughty girl embarrasses her further. Sometimes I call in a few witnesses to add to her chagrin if she's been really bad.'
'I'll be good, sir,' Kerri muttered, desperate to appease him.
'But as you were initially difficult you can ride bare-assed for the duration of the journey,' Jeff Rendell said.
It took a few moments for his words to fully register in the twenty-six year old's brain. 'But I can't turn up half naked at Alpineglow. I mean, I'll be meeting all my neighbours!'
Jeff Rendell shook his head. 'You've just had the spanking of your life yet already you're offering further intransigence. I suspect I'll end up having you horsewhipped every day. For now, as you don't want to ride on your hot bum, you can adopt a very different position on your mount.'
He called softly to the mustangs and they immediately nuzzled at his hands. He helped Kerri to her feet then lifted her by the waist and slung her sideways over one of the horses so that her tummy was against its back and her head hung down one side, her feet down the other side. Before she could catch her breath he had pulled himself into the saddle and had one hand palming her reddened nether cheeks.
'Happy, sweetheart? You said you didn't want to sit on your arse.'
'You
knew what I meant,' Kerri muttered, staring helplessly at the dusty ground, her long fair hair just inches away from the rocks.
Jeff clicked his tongue and the horse started to walk delicately up the mountain, the other horse following behind. Kerri could see all eight hoofs carefully finding purchase on the narrow rocky ledges. Each step sent a shudder through her slender frame.
She shuddered because of the rocky path that the horses were on - and she writhed with shame as Jeff Rendell continued to palm her defenceless buttocks. Both well-spanked orbs must be very close to his face. He'd be examining the pained redness of her hemispheres and the secret dark of her divide.
'Please, let me ride my own horse,' she whispered into the warm spring air.
'Did the naughty girl say something?' Jeff asked loudly.
'Please, sir, let me ride the other horse,' Kerri said.
'It's too dangerous to stop here but you can switch mounts when we reach the next flat surface,' Jeff Rendell explained.
Eventually they stopped at just such an outcrop that contained a crystal-clear pool. The landowner helped her dismount and let the mustangs drink deeply. Then he gave each animal an apple and they snickered gratefully and crunched the sweet rewards.
'Do you want one?' he asked, going deeper into his backpack.
Did he see her as being no more important than a bloody horse? Kerri turned her head away. 'No thank you.'
'We've at least two more hours to go.'
'So? I'm hardly going to starve in two hours,' she said.
Inside her spirits had lifted at his words. In two hours she'd meet everyone else at Alpineglow - normal people. She'd tell the police about him pulling down her pants and he'd be arrested and spend at least a year in jail. She, in the meanwhile, would have a wonderful time exploring her new surroundings and becoming - as the Beach Boys' song exalted - a California girl.
