by Sarah Veitch
'If she plays up, can I discipline her?'
'Most assuredly, Roberta. She especially loathes a full anal inspection,' Jeff Rendell said.
'I won't play up,' Kerri muttered.
'They all say that,' Roberta laughed knowingly.
Dragging her feet, Kerri followed the other woman through the building until they came to another room. The dresser took one of the many keys from her belt and unlocked the heavy oak door. They walked into a hall filled with every conceivable type of clothing and boots.
'A sequined miniskirt, I think,' Roberta said, staring at Kerri's bare body then bringing over a scrap of material. Kerri reluctantly stepped into the tiny garment. It stuck out like a fairy's skirt and accentuated her naked parts.
'Panties?' she croaked hopefully.
'You've got no chance, sweetheart. You've upset Jeff Rendell big time so your panties are going to be permanently around your ankles,' the dresser said.
'But I don't even know what I've done,' Kerri wailed, hating this ongoing uncertainty.
'He'll tell you in his own good time, you wicked girl.'
'So, what did you do?' Kerri asked, hoping to exchange confidences.
'Me? Nothing. I was brought in because I'm a first class dressmaker,' Roberta said.
'So you answered an advert for a dressmaker and...?'
'No, Matron and I used to work together in the same women's prison. But she knew that I could make everything from equestrian outfits to suits so she suggested me to Jeff.'
'But other girls are here like me, to right a wrong?' Kerri asked.
Roberta nodded. 'But don't tell anyone you've been tricked into coming here or Jeff'll give you the hardest whipping,' she said.
Kerri shuddered - then shuddered some more as the woman brought over a pair of very high-heeled shoes. She slid her feet into them then took a few careful steps, the stilettos forcing her to walk slowly.
'That's the whole point,' Roberta said, clearly reading Kerri's thoughts. 'You have to teeter about with the tiny skirt emphasising your near-nakedness.'
'But how am I supposed to dance in them?' Kerri queried.
'It's a fantasy bar - you know, topless. The punters only come to admire your tits and arse,' Roberta explained.
'So it doesn't matter if I can't salsa?'
Roberta smiled enigmatically. 'Let's just say you'll be encouraged to keep moving, love,' she said.
She walked - and Kerri wavered - through the town, her bare breasts warmed by the sunshine, her face warmed by the fact that passers-by were staring. She passed two other naked miscreants, one of whom was on her hands and knees, and wearing a bridle. At last they reached a ranch-style building called Gloria's Dancing Bar which contained around thirty tables. There was a bare-bottomed dancer already moving around the room, circling each table in turn.
'You can go now,' Roberta called to her. 'Kerri's ready to strut her stuff.' She turned her attention to the fifteen men and five women who were dotted around the room. 'Kerri's British like Jeff, but she only arrived yesterday and he's very displeased with her. So I'm sure you'll delight in keeping her on her toes.'
There was a murmur of agreement then a collective scraping sound. Kerri gulped as she saw that each man and woman had taken a riding crop from under their chair and placed it on the table top.
'We make them at the Equestrian Centre. They produce a helluva sting,' Roberta said.
'But why bring them here?'
'To liven up your dancing.'
'It's not fair. I haven't done anything wrong,' Kerri said for what had to be the twentieth time.
'Oh, you have. You ruined Jeff Rendell's life for several years and have probably treated other men equally badly,' Roberta said.
The Rolling Stones I Can't Get No Satisfaction started up and Roberta pushed Kerri towards the first table. 'Go on, dance. Make sure you jitterbug around every table and keep going at the same rhythm. If you move faster to escape the riding crop then a punter has the right to flip you over his table and tan your arse in front of everyone.'
Christ, she'd better get this right. Kerri took a few steps towards the nearest table then started to gyrate, desperately trying to remember the few TV programmes she'd seen about topless dancing. She moved her front in the direction of a bearded man sitting alone and he whistled in appreciation. Her breasts jiggled freely as she moved. Now for the more difficult part - she had to turn her back on him to shimmy on to the next table. She let her arms move up, belly-dancing style, and took an extra wide step.
Immediately she felt a red hot streak of pain across the tops of her thighs. Kerri yelped and turned back to stare at the bearded man. He was holding the riding crop and staring at her challengingly. 'You have to make more of an effort, girlie. I like a dancer to shove her tits real close to my face.'
Doing what he asked would belittle her - and was physically difficult on these slender, pointed heels. Deciding to ignore him, Kerri danced on to table two. There were three couples at this table and they all gazed at her assessingly.
'Her breasts aren't very big,' one woman commented.
'But she's got a cute little ass on her,' her friend replied.
Kerri blushed but continued her gyrations. Then she squealed again as one of the men used his crop to stripe her nether cheeks. There was another riding crop wielder at the next table who caused her to involuntarily step out of reach.
Unable to face further whippings, she circled the rest of the room at double-quick speed. Most of the men got in glancing blows but nothing that she couldn't handle. She was feeling quite proud of herself by the time she reached the top of the room and got ready to start again.
But the bearded man had risen to his feet. 'I put in a complaint and she didn't respond. She needs taught a lesson,' he said firmly.
'And she broke the rules by dancing away from us too quickly,' a fifty year old woman called, brandishing her crop.
Roberta walked up to the bearded man. 'You're right, Joe, she hasn't really been trying. You liven her up whilst I hold her down.'
Kerri tried to step backwards but the bearded man blocked her. He put his hands on her waist and pushed her over his wooden table. Roberta grabbed her wrists and held them in an iron grip. There was no escape.
'Can I take off her little skirt?' Joe asked.
'If you like - but it'll fold up her back. They're designed not to get in the way of a whipping.'
Kerri breathed hard and fast as she felt someone pushing the stiffened material even further away from her naked cheeks.
'Let me try again. I'll dance more slowly,' she gasped.
'You'll dance better with a red bum than you will with a white one,' Joe said.
The bastard clearly fancied himself as a philosopher - but this wasn't the time or the place to tell him so. Kerri stared at the cocktail bar that was immediately ahead. Maybe she could concentrate on the different liqueurs available, take her mind off her humiliation and imminent pain.
'I'm going to enjoy breaking in this little filly,' Joe added. Kerri yelled as the leather crop licked against her helpless haunches. She hardly had time to inhale before the riding crop bit into her tender spheres again.
'Oh it stings!' she wailed, pulling ineffectually at Roberta's steadfast grip.
'It's not as bad as the cane,' Roberta assured her.
'I'd love to be there when she does taste the cane,' Joe said, laying on the crop again.
'You may not have to wait long. Matron's itching to use the rod on Kerri for biting her,' Roberta explained.
'She bit a hardworking woman like Matron? Now I really have a reason to lay it on hard,' Joe murmured, and Kerri felt the riding crop connect with her soft rotundities another four times.
'It's too much,' she wailed, jerking her wrists in another futile attempt to free them.
'I helped Jeff out of the gutter after you'd ruined him. You don't know the meaning of too much,' the bearded Joe said.
Kerri writhed against the table top as he
applied the hard leather punisher again. Each stroke sizzled across her flesh, then the pain bit down and down through several layers of sensation. At first she could identify each new stripe of torment but as her correction continued it turned her entire bottom into red hot tenderness.
'Oh, it hurts, it hurts,' she whimpered, opening her increasingly glassy eyes and staring across the room.
'Of course it hurts. It isn't meant to tickle,' Joe said gruffly. Kerri sensed Roberta taking an even harder grip of her wrists.
'How much more?' she gasped, writhing across the hard wood and lifting her stiletto-shod feet the little she could at each new lambasting.
'Till your bottom is the colour of my shirt,' Joe said.
Kerri tried desperately to remember if the garment had been a deep pink or a more sanguine shade. Then the leather crop licked hard at her extremities and she lost her train of thought.
At last her bearded tormentor threw the crop to the ground and drew a thumb down her central crease. 'Are you going to dance properly for me now, girlie?'
'Yes, sir,' Kerri whispered painfully, wriggling anew as he traced the length of her crevice again.
'I want your tits right up close. Hell, I want you to breastfeed me,' Joe said.
'Yes, sir, tits up close, sir,' Kerri forced out. She cast a quick glance at Roberta and the more masculine woman grinned.
'You can show me those pretty pink nipples up close too,' Roberta said, letting go of her hands.
Kerri stood up and rubbed furiously at her stinging cheeks. It was like holding two globes of fire. She wanted to protect them for the rest of the day, but the opening bars of I Can't Get No Satisfaction started up again.
'Dance real pretty for us,' Roberta said.
Smoothing out her silly skirt the little she could, Kerri started to gyrate next to Joe.
'Jiggle those titties,' he reminded her.
Flushing, Kerri moved her bare breasts closer and closer to his face. She jiggled them up and down, moving her arms and waist to increase their movement. She shivered as Joe leaned forward and took one of her nipples in his mouth. She wanted to pull away but knew that she daren't provoke his displeasure. She couldn't bear to be upended over his table again.
'And the other tit,' Joe said. 'Think of it this way, love. I can't thrash your arse while I have my mouth full.'
Closing her eyes at the shame of it, Kerri offered him her bare left breast. She kept her lower body moving so as not to incur his displeasure and tried to smile sweetly as he ran his teeth over her nipple again and again.
'My turn,' Roberta said huskily.
Joe freed Kerri and she gyrated obediently towards Roberta, aware of the woman's eyes raking her.
'No, not your titties - show me your sore bum, girl,' Roberta said.
Wincing at the ignominy, Kerri turned so that Roberta could inspect her nether cheeks.
'Bet they're sore. I guess being livened by the riding crops will be enough for now. But I'm sure I'll have a chance to introduce you to my belt another time,' Roberta said.
The other patrons did indeed keep flicking her with their crops. Kerri cried out and danced and wailed some more but kept obediently to a slow rhythm. Though it took all of her willpower, she kept her palms from protecting her stinging cheeks.
An hour later her shift came to an end.
'Back to the Inspection Cell for a rest followed by a light lunch,' Roberta explained.
'And I do this for five years?' Kerri asked faintly, envisaging a five year striping.
'No - you'll get a chance to work in every capacity. You can learn lots and have a really interesting stay here,' Roberta explained.
'Is that what you call it?' Kerri muttered, rubbing again at her anguished flesh.
'You brought that thrashing on yourself for not following the rules,' Roberta said. 'You can enjoy yourself here if you show perfect obedience.'
'But I have rights. I'm my own person,' Kerri objected wearily.
'No, you lost many of your rights when you robbed Jeff Rendell of his,' the other woman rationalised.
They started walking towards the block that contained Kerri's Inspection Cell. Halfway there, they passed a whitewashed building with open windows. As they walked under one window they heard a long female wail.
'Sounds like you're not the only one who's broken the rules today,' Roberta said, opening a door and heading towards the source of the discomfort. Her curiosity aroused, Kerri followed her to a door marked Sexology Lab.
Chapter Four
Roberta knocked on the Sexology Lab door and a pleasant female voice answered with 'Enter.' Kerri followed her into a spacious room. The room contained a medical examination table - and the table held a naked girl, spread-eagled with soft restraints.
But the girl was lying on her back rather than on her tummy. How were they going to punish her in that position? Then Kerri saw the shaft of a vibrator emanating from between the girl's stretched-apart legs.
The vibrator was attached by a long wire to a control box. Kerri could see that the box was held by a woman in a white lab coat, presumably the sexologist.
'She's a couple of minutes away from coming, so I can speak to you for at least a minute and a half,' the sexologist said.
'Excellent news. What's she done?' Roberta enquired.
'We found her having sex with a male resident when she's vowed to be celibate,' the doctor explained.
'This one's promised to be celibate too,' Roberta confirmed, pointing at Kerri who was shamefacedly keeping her bottom to the wall and using both palms to cover her breasts.
Damn them for always twisting her words. 'I only said I didn't want to have sex with other girls,' Kerri demurred.
'And at that stage Jeff decided you were to be celibate - so now you keep your hands away from your pussy or from anyone's cock,' Roberta said.
She'd do what she wanted - but make sure she didn't get caught, Kerri thought. She turned her attention back to the girl on the medical table who was clearly close to orgasm.
'Oh sweetheart, you're getting too excited,' the sexologist said and switched the vibrating dildo off.
The naked girl pushed down hard against the phallus, clearly desperate to enjoy further vibrations. 'Please, doctor, I was so close to coming,' she groaned.
'Exactly. And you don't control your own orgasms. We do,' the sexologist said. 'So we'll just give your pussy three minutes to cool down and then we'll heat it up all over again.'
'I can't take it,' the girl cried in frustration and pulled at her bonds but it was clear that she wasn't going anywhere.
'Shall I do this one next?' the doctor asked, looking Kerri up and down.
'No, she's not here officially. We just heard the noise from outside and couldn't resist a decko,' Roberta explained. Then she stared at Kerri more closely and a gloating look entered her hazel eyes. 'Sweetheart, show the doc your little red bum.'
'Forget it,' Kerri breathed, backing even further towards the wall.
'Do you want to take her place on the trestle?' the doctor asked warningly.
Kerri shook her head then turned and lifted her tiny skirt to show her glowing spheres.
'She angered Joe,' Roberta explained. 'Hell, she managed to upset most of the patrons of Gloria's Bar. And as it was riding crops day...'
'She didn't get this hot a backside just by dancing past a few tables,' the sexologist commented, running an assessing palm down Kerri's haunches.
'No, she didn't give Joe enough tit work so he took his crop to her in earnest whilst I held her in situ,' Roberta said.
Kerri quivered as the white-coated woman explored her soft globes some more.
'And she's celibate, you say?'
'Yes, she made some anti-lesbian remark and Jeff decided to ban her from all sexual enjoyment.'
'Shame, some of the girls give me a really good tongue bath after they've endured one of my little tests,' the doctor said.
'I'll tongue you now if you let me come,' the girl on
the medical examination table whispered raggedly.
'You'll tongue me in forty minutes when I finally let you orgasm,' the sexologist replied.
She switched on the control box and a long, low hum filled the room. The girl immediately began to squirm, trying to push her body down harder on the vibrator. Her nipples stood out hard and pink against the soft whiteness of her breasts. Her widespread thighs were equally pale but had slivers of wet arousal smeared over them.
'You want to come so much, don't you love?' the doctor said.
'Need to come,' the girl whispered.
'Your pussy's begging for it really nicely?'
'Got to have it... so wet, so hot,' the brunette said.
'But doctor's orders say you can't come yet.'
'I'll tongue you so good,' the girl gasped out pleadingly. 'Lick you out for multiple orgasms.'
'No, you just think about your own sexed-up little clit for a while and forget about mine,' the medic explained.
Again she turned off the machine. Again the girl groaned and begged.
'Do you want to stay for the entire session? She'll climax like a wild thing at the end,' the sexologist murmured. 'And it'll be all the more humiliating for her to tongue my clitoris in front of an audience.'
'I wouldn't miss it - and it'll be good for Kerri to see how miscreants are treated,' Roberta said.
Miscreants was a big word for a dyke who'd worked in a prison, Kerri thought mutinously to herself. Then she realised that it was lucky the others couldn't read her thoughts, else she'd have permanently sore cheeks.
The sexologist started and stopped the machine again and again. When she stopped for the eighth time, the girl was half crazed with desire.
'Please, whip me instead. Anything, but let me come,' she whined.
'I've got a new birch that needs trying out. But you'll have to ask for it really nicely,' the doctor replied. She caressed the all-powerful controls. 'Tell you what; if you beg prettily enough for a good hiding then I'll let you come during this session. But if you don't try hard I'll switch the source of your pleasure off again permanently.'
