Below the Belt

by Sarah Veitch

  'Let's go,' Jeff Rendell said, standing up. This time he helped her to mount her own horse. 'Just hold loosely on to the reins. The horse will do the rest. He's used to these mountains.'

  But she wasn't used to riding on her naked bottom, Kerri thought, wincing at each step the animal took. Her buttocks still held a fierce heat from the prolonged contact with the landowner's merciless right palm.

  The horses climbed up and along and finally reached the foot of an incredibly high peak. There's no way we can climb that, Kerri thought nervously. She watched as Jeff Rendell dismounted. He slid his hand inside a hollow in the rock - and a rock-hewn door creaked almost magically open. Jeff let his own horse go through then he took hold of Kerri's mount and led her in.

  They walked into a neat town of ranches, stores, an equestrian centre and - far in the distance - what looked like a sports field.

  'Welcome to Alpineglow,' Jeff Rendell said as the rock door creaked closed behind them. 'Your home for at least the next five years.'

  'It's beautiful.' Kerri took a tentative step towards the nearest house. 'Can I go to my own house now and shower?'

  'No, forget about owning a house for now.' He paused 'But ask anyone for a guided tour of the town once you've settled down here. You'll find we're all very nice.'

  'I'll do that.' She stopped in her tracks, suddenly remembering that she was naked from the waist down. It was a surreal situation but she tried to keep her voice casual so as not to further upset this megalomaniac. 'Can I have my pants and trousers back, sir, please?'

  'There's no point. I'm taking you to the Punishment Block for a full inspection,' Jeff Rendell explained.

  'But I paid for a house,' Kerri said, then she realised that money should hardly be her immediate priority. 'And if you lay one finger on me again I'm going to the police.'

  'There are no police here. An ideal town doesn't need them,' the man explained.

  'Well, I'll tell one of my neighbours.'

  'And what will they do, exactly? I own the land that their houses, gardens and businesses are built on. I've created this Paradise for them. They're all my friends.'

  'Then I'll phone for help,' Kerri said, backing away so that her bare bum was against the mountainside. She felt with her fingers for some way to unlock the secret door but encountered only ungiving granite and soft lush moss.

  'There are no phones in Alpineglow. They'd only bring the problems of the outside world in to spoil our tranquil life here,' Jeff Rendell said.

  Damn it, she was trapped - at least for now. She'd better try to talk her way out of another spanking.

  'So, why am I being taken to this Punishment Block?' she asked with pretend casualness, wondering how one dealt with a man who was such a dinosaur.

  'For inspection on the first day of your five year sentence, of course.'

  'And what am I being sentenced for?'

  'For something heinous you did eight years ago.'

  'When I was eighteen?' She forced her mouth into a pretend-casual grin. 'Hell, I don't have that good a memory.'

  'But I do,' Jeff Rendell said.

  'So, tell me what I did.'

  'I'll tell you in due course. But first I intend to change you into a nicer person. I'll show you how to respect others and rid you of your current triviality and selfishness.'

  'By spanking me?' Kerri stammered, feeling silly just saying the words.

  'No, that spanking was just for hitting your horse and refusing to ride him. From now on you'll do exactly as you're told or face much more stringent consequences,' the inscrutable landowner said.

  He clicked his tongue at the horses and they trotted off towards a building marked Equestrian Centre. He turned sharply to the left and told Kerri to follow him.

  'And what if I don't?'

  'You'll have no food, drink, bathroom or shelter. And didn't you say you desperately wanted a shower?'

  Damn him, he'd thought of everything. Reluctantly the twenty-six year old walked, her little round bottom jiggling slightly, along the smooth paths. They passed log cabins and ranch style houses, all of which were bright with hanging floral baskets. Yellow and turquoise birds sang from the rooftops and fluttered past her. Two kittens played with a ball of twine on a porch.

  'There's no crime or unemployment here. It's perfect,' Jeff Rendell said.

  'And you created all this?'

  'No, it was a Ghost Town when I found it - there's quite a few of them in this part of California. I recreated it and fashioned the door so that residents no longer have to climb so high after the plane leaves them in the clearing,' the landowner said.

  Kerri put her hands over her buttocks as a couple in their fifties left a house. They smiled at her and at Jeff then the man stared intently at Kerri's naked haunches and pudenda.

  'I feel ridiculous,' she admitted, moving one hand to hide her vagina and another to hide her buttock crease.

  'Get used to it. You'll often be naked here during punishment walks,' Jeff Rendell said.

  After a twenty minute stroll they reached a large rectangular building with two heavy locks.

  'Thought you had no criminals you had to keep out?' Kerri sneered.

  'Correct - these locks are to keep the miscreants in. You've no idea how hard a girl will try to escape when she's facing the razor strop or the cane.'

  'So it's not just me?' Kerri croaked out, feeling like she had fallen into some Alice in Wonderland setting.

  'All will be revealed when I want it to be,' Jeff Rendell replied mysteriously.

  They walked into the building and he locked it fast then led her into a room that had several doors leading off of it.

  'Go through there, have your shower and put on the robe that you'll find hanging from the coat hook. Then you'll find refreshments in the little diner to your left.'

  Kerri stripped and showered luxuriously then put on the black silk robe. Walking through into a small dining area, she found a salad and freshly-brewed coffee awaiting her. She ate and dozed but was finally woken by a familiar male voice.

  'Time for your inspection,' Jeff Rendell said, pulling her gently to her feet and leading her back into the main room. 'Strip.'

  'No way,' Kerri said, pulling her robe more closely around her.

  'It'll be worse if I have to do it for you,' the landowner explained.

  'Is this what you get off on?' Kerri asked in a very small voice.

  'Yes, I'm going to enjoy watching you squirm, but as I said before, I'm not going to molest you.'

  'So why order me to strip, then?'

  'Because you've entered a restricted area so have to be inspected for drugs and hidden cameras,' Jeff Rendell said.

  'Hidden cameras on my person?' she jeered. 'I'd have to be built like a Sumo wrestler.'

  'Today's surveillance equipment is tiny. And you'd be surprised at the lengths that journalists will go to if they really want a story. They'd love to report on the uniqueness of a place like Alpineglow,' its creator explained.

  'Hurry up then and get it over with.' She undid her robe and let it fall to the floor.

  'Matron likes to take her time,' Jeff said and pressed a buzzer on the nearest wall. A stout grey-haired woman in her fifties soon came bustling in.

  Kerri yelped and put her hands over her breasts, then transferred one to her pubic area. 'I don't want people seeing me like this.'

  'Don't worry. I've seen it all before, dear,' the older woman said. She slapped lightly at Kerri's pinkened rear. 'Spread your legs nice and wide for me, there's a good girl.'

  'Fuck off and die,' Kerri muttered then saw the woman pulling a thin rubber glove from her apron. She raced for the door.

  But Jeff Rendell got there first and carried her back to the waiting woman. 'I'll fasten her feet and you do her hands,' he said.

  Kerri breathed fast and hard as the matron knelt and looped two floor-based restraints around her ankles. Now her legs were bound open in a wide V shape. At the same time Jeff Rendell cuffed her hands
behind her head then attached the centre of the cuffs to a ceiling-based chain so that she was held fully upright.

  'Nice,' he said, walking round her naked, spread-eagled body.

  Mortified, Kerri stared straight ahead.

  The older woman stood in front of her and pulled on the thin right glove. 'Now, my dear, let's make sure you haven't brought any contraband into Alpineglow.' She disappeared behind Kerri then the girl felt her anus being probed by the thick covered fingers. 'You're very tight, girl. I'll oil you up a little,' she said.

  Kerri groaned as she felt an oily finger slowly inserting its way into her most secret place. The finger went all the way in then slowly circled round and round inside her. Meanwhile Jeff Rendell stood in front and met her pleading, shame-filled gaze.

  Kerri closed her eyes against the indignities that Matron was subjecting her to. She squirmed the little she could in her ungiving bonds but the inspection continued.

  'It's not like you to tie them up so tightly, Mr Rendell,' the woman said.

  'No, I usually like to see them wriggle - but this one's been so difficult already that I really want to show her whose in charge,' Jeff explained. 'Being stretched until she can't move a muscle will really add to her feelings of helplessness.'

  Christ, they were talking about her as if she was invisible - and they were talking about having done this to other Alpineglow residents. What the hell had she gotten into, Kerri asked herself.

  She'd bought into a dream, the dream of owning a ranch house in a purpose-built idyll in California. The town would have its own guarded perimeters and only people who had serious money would be able to live within its perfectly sculpted walls. But no one had told her that the town was hundreds of miles from civilisation with no phones and no way out.

  'All's shipshape in there,' Matron said, withdrawing her oiled finger from Kerri's twitching anus. 'I'll just put on a clean glove and check her out at the front.'

  'Yeah, you should - I've got a video camera up there,' Kerri muttered, feeling the oil trickling down her inner thighs.

  'We're all honest people here so don't hide behind sarcasm,' the grey-haired matriarch said. She dropped the dirty glove into a bucket then slipped on a new one and carefully opened Kerri's labial lips.

  'Mm, you're tight here too.' She circled the girl's helpless vulval rim then added a large dollop of surgical jelly to her gloved finger. Then she pushed her oily digit all the way in.

  Kerri could only squirm a centimetre in either direction as she endured the digital assault. 'Do you really do this with every new resident?' she gasped out.

  'Only the ones who...' the matron started then closed her mouth quickly as Jeff Rendell gave her a warning look.

  'Is she clean?' he asked.

  'Very clean.'

  'And does she respond to a good finger fucking?'

  'Oh yes, she's wettening up nicely,' the woman said, sliding her finger up and down Kerri's helpless canal.

  'You said you wouldn't molest me,' Kerri reminded him, fearful that he'd put his own fingers up her.

  'Oh, I won't. It's just that some of the girls offer their sexual services to others to escape a whipping. We like to know who responds to both women and men.'

  'I'm not responding to anyone here,' the twenty-six year old said sharply.

  'Right, Matron, put her down for five years of celibacy,' Jeff Rendell said. He picked up a chart and studied it. 'Can you check her teeth?'

  'I'll do that after I wash my hands.' The woman withdrew her finger from Kerri's vulva and walked over to a corner-based sink.

  Knowledge is power so Kerri determined to find out more about this place. 'Do you do all your inspections here?'

  Jeff Rendell shrugged. 'We'll tell you things on a need-to-know basis.'

  I need a cop car to drag you off to prison, Kerri thought. Aloud she said 'Surely I get to write letters home?'

  'Yes, but you hand them to me and they all go through the official censor.'

  God, it was like being at some strange repressive boarding school for grown ups.

  'Scared that others will discover your half-baked Inspection Centre?' Kerri jeered.

  'Scared that the vandals, the burglars, the rapists will find out where we live - yes, of course we fear that.'

  'But you've assaulted me. That makes you no different from them.'

  'No, you once wronged me terribly and now I'm showing you the error of your ways. That's justice. You robbed me of a much loved way of life and now I'm doing the same to you,' Jeff Rendell said.

  Kerri stared intently at his strong suntanned features, his muscular body. 'But I've never even seen you before in my life.'

  'Oh, you have. I just didn't make a big impression.'

  'Then just tell me and I'll apologise.'

  'Oh, I plan to make you howl for forgiveness,' the landowner said.

  Matron walked over smelling of pine. 'Open wide, dear. Let's make sure you don't have any drugs behind your tongue.'

  'Trust me, I don't. I never take as much as an aspirin.'

  'Open wide, anyway. There's a good girl,' the older woman said.

  The old bag could go to hell. Kerri mutinously shook her head and clenched her teeth together. But the matron simply reached up and held her nose. Bound as she was, Kerri had no way of removing the woman's hand from her nostrils. Eventually she opened her mouth to gasp for air.

  Immediately she felt a finger brushing the inside of her cheeks. The woman must have worn a ring or had a sharp nail. Whatever, Kerri felt a sharp pain near her tongue and responded instinctively by biting down.

  Matron howled and pulled her right hand free. All three of them stared at the bite mark circling her finger.

  'Right. She's injured you within hours of being spanked for hitting a horse. She's due a really sound thrashing,' Jeff said.

  Chapter Two

  Jeff's words - that she needed a really sound thrashing - seemed to hang in the air and echo around the chamber.

  'Can I do it?' the older woman asked.

  'Of course. But I may join in. She's been difficult since the moment I met her.'

  'Don't talk about me like I'm not here. I'm a human being,' Kerri snapped, pulling hopelessly at her chains.

  'You're a human being that's about to have the sorest arse in Christendom,' her tormentor replied.

  At his words, Kerri felt her heartbeat quickening. Light perspiration broke out on her forehead and her face flushed with shame. What exactly were they going to do to her? And, more importantly, how much would it hurt?

  Jeff Rendell looked over at Matron. 'Do you want her left like this or tied face down over a punishment trestle?'

  The woman cocked her head to one side. 'Oh, face down I think. I much prefer to swing an implement downwards rather than sideways. Her arse cheeks will flatten more upon impact if I do it that way.'

  'And what would you like to use on her?'

  'Well, I tend to favour the rosewood paddle,' the middle-aged woman said.

  'A fitting choice. I'll lead her through to the punishment trestle now and get her ready whilst you fetch the paddle,' the landowner replied.

  Fuck it, he wasn't joking. Kerri watched mutely as Jeff Rendell went into a large walk-in cupboard and came out with a strange contraption. He knelt and fastened one side of it to her right ankle and the other side to her left.

  'It's a spreader bar,' he said matter of factly. 'It keeps your feet held apart at this distance, stops you moving too quickly. I often use it when leading a disobedient resident from one Punishment Chamber to the next.'

  He undid the ceiling chain from Kerri's handcuffs and the floor hoops from her feet. She flexed her legs and took a tentative step forward then immediately had to bring the other spreader-bound foot forward the same distance to avoid toppling over.

  'Keep going in that direction,' Jeff Rendell ordered, indicating yet another door. Her arms still cuffed behind her head, Kerri slowly did so. He'd fastened her so securely and cleverly that s
he had no chance of escape.

  At last she reached a room which had a large table in one corner. The table had a smooth raised hump of wood in its centre and leather straps attached to each end, clearly designed for a miscreant's arms and legs.

  Could she talk them out of fastening her down like this? Kerri cleared her throat.

  'I'm sorry I bit Matron,' she said tremulously.

  'You'll be even sorrier when you've been introduced to her rosewood paddle,' Alpineglow's creator warned.

  He lifted Kerri effortlessly onto the trestle, her cuffed wrists and spread-apart ankles ensuring that she couldn't struggle. He quickly removed them then used the straps to fasten her into place. Now her tummy was resting on the curved part of the punishment bench, her arms and legs tied to its four corners. Her face rested on a padded cushion that had a large hole cut in the centre so that she could breathe.

  'Let me know if you get cramp,' Jeff Rendell said.

  'Like you care,' Kerri mumbled, determined to hide her trepidation.

  'We're not monsters here. You've bitten Matron so now you're going to feel her paddle biting into your buttocks. But if you get cramp we'll stop and start the punishment again when you're recovered totally.'

  'I do feel a twinge,' Kerri lied.

  'But I have to warn you that we call for Alpineglow's doctor to check you out - and he uses his belt if he finds you've been lying. Plus the entire disciplinary session is repeated again.'

  'Oh, just get it over with,' Kerri said resignedly, cringing at all this talk of punishment. She heard footsteps tapping across the room then Matron came to stand in front of her.

  'Meet Mr Paddle, my dear. He's about to acquaint himself with your naughty bottom. Kiss him hello, there's a good girl, and beg forgiveness long and sweet.'

  Kerri stared with disgust at the older woman. This was all she needed, being chastised by some menopausal nutcase.

  'Look, biting you was an accident,' she said.

  'But you told me to fuck off long before you bit me. That wasn't nice, dear.'

  'Nice costs extra.' Kerri tried to twist her head round to look at Jeff Rendell. 'Has she really got the wealth needed to live here in Alpineglow?'