by Sarah Veitch
'Please, doctor, birch me hard,' the girl whispered.
The sexologist switched the machine on.
'Please roll me onto my tummy and use the twigs on my arse for as long as you want.' The girl was panting hard now, clearly close to Nirvana again.
'And should there be a cushion under your tummy?' the doctor asked.
'Please, yes - the bolster. Put the bolster under my tummy till it pushes my bum right up so I can't escape.'
'Pushes your bare bum right up,' the doctor corrected.
The girl groaned with renewed humiliation. 'So that it pushes my bare bum right up, doctor. So that you can give me a really sound birching. So that I beg.'
'And you beg really sweetly, don't you, my horny little love?'
'I beg for... for the lash and then I beg for mercy,' the brunette whispered brokenly.
'So tell me how sore my birch is going to make you,' the sexologist said.
'The twigs bite in really deep. So tender that I want to put my hands back, but you've tied my hands and legs. Can't bear it...' the girl whispered.
'And you plead for forgiveness, don't you, my squirming dear?'
'I plead and plead,' the aroused girl assented.
'But I'm not the forgiving type, am I? When I see a wriggling female arse I just have to thrash it harder. So I raise the nasty stinging birch again...'
A low keening sound came from somewhere deep in the girl's throat. It emanated out until it filled the room, getting more guttural and loud with every passing second. At the same time she thrust her naked body downwards the little she could. Her orgasm went on and on, far beyond anything Kerri herself had ever experienced. For the first time she envied the spread-eagled brunette.
'You needed that, didn't you sweetheart?' the sexologist murmured when the naked girl had at last stopped yodelling.
'It's been so long,' the girl whispered, 'and I've had such dreams.'
'Dreams that will have to satisfy you for another two years until you're eligible to become a non-celibate,' the sexologist confirmed.
'Couldn't I change now?' the brunette begged. 'I'm sorry I was once dismissive of lesbianism.'
'Well, maybe if you tongue me with especial skill I'll put in a good word for you with Mr Rendell,' the doctor said.
'Shall I pleasure you now?' The brunette shuddered at the thought then clearly remembered that she wanted to please the older woman. She ran her tongue obediently around her lips.
'No, first you have to receive that very hard birching you asked for,' the sexologist explained.
She untied the naughty girl and flipped her onto her tummy then she looked at Roberta. 'Can you get me a bolster from the cupboard? She asked me to raise her naked haunches high in the air.'
'I don't really want... It hurts even more that way,' the brunette mumbled ashamedly.
'You said you wanted it so you're getting it,' the no-nonsense medic said.
Roberta fetched the big leather cushion and pushed it under the girl's already-writhing tummy. Kerri noticed that Roberta spent long moments brushing at the girl's presumably-soaking bush. She also tweaked at the girl's nipples, making her cry out and jerk her curvy body up and down.
The doctor left the room and returned with a birch. 'It's newly made,' she told the others. She turned to the spread-eagled girl. 'That's lucky for you. If we'd had time to soak the twigs they'd hurt even more.'
Roberta turned to Kerri. 'You'll get your turn making these birches. We have our own willow trees here. There's a real art to it,' she said.
'Gee, lucky me,' Kerri muttered. Back home she'd been one of the sharpest Recruitment Agency owners in the country. The twenty-six year old wished that she was her own boss again.
She turned her attention back to the examination couch where the doc was now tying the girl into place. Her bottom was obscenely raised thanks to the bolster. It was just crying out for punishment, Kerri thought. To her surprise, her clitoris gave a sudden twitch and she realised that watching the vibrator control scenes had made her wet.
'It gets to you, this place,' Roberta said, as though reading her thoughts. 'When I came here I only knew that I liked to have sex with other women. But now I want to punish the disobedient ones every chance I get.'
'It's unethical,' Kerri retorted.
'No, if they've disobeyed our dictates then it's justice. We're a small, self-reliant community so can't afford to have anarchy,' the former prison warden said. Then she nudged Kerri. 'Shut up now. I want to watch her arse being soundly tanned.'
The doctor was lining up the implement with the girl's backside. She stood to one side and let the punisher rise and fall, the whippy twigs spreading out over the brunette's plump buttocks. The end of the twigs also flicked at the backs of her thighs. The girl cried out and tugged at her wrist bonds but they held her easily in situ. And the bolster ensured that her bottom couldn't flinch at all.
'It's barbaric,' Kerri objected, refusing to admit that she was excited by the scene.
'No, she asked for this, remember? She begged for it as an alternative to pussy control,' the lascivious Roberta said.
The birch rose and fell, rose and fell. Kerri watched the pale cheeks becoming streaked with pink as the individual long twigs spread out over curved softness. The pinkness swiftly deepened to red as the twigs marked her helpless spheres again and again.
'Ah, aah, aaah,' the miscreant yelped as the bolster held her buttocks in place like rotund twin sacrifices. 'Ah, aah, aaah!' she repeated as the punisher lashed down three more times.
'You've been a very bad girl,' the doctor said, continuing with the birching. 'You have to learn right from wrong.'
'I'll learn. Ah, aah! Oh please let me tongue you, doctor,' the rule-breaker wailed.
'Girls use their tongues a lot harder when they've a striped bum,' the doctor said.
At last the sexologist let the birch fall to the ground then yanked off her own panties. Kerri waited for her to untie the wrongdoer. Instead, the sexologist pulled a wide stool up to the brunette's head and sat on it, spreading her own legs apart.
'Lick,' she ordered.
Roberta hurried to the other side of the room to watch the action. After a seconds hesitation, Kerri followed her, aware that her own pubis felt increasingly heavy and hot. From her new vantage point she could see the brunette's face was tear-streaked and flushed with shame.
Her tongue was equally pink as it licked its way over the doctor's exposed clit. The girl licked and licked as the sexologist murmured mingled threats and encouragement.
'That's it, love, you keep your tongue to a nice, slow rhythm. No, over a bit. Do you want another whipping? Ah, that's it. Keep going or I'll take the skin off your arse.'
The girl seemed to have acquired a bionic tongue. It flicked repeatedly at the sexologist's bud. At the same time her hot red buttocks moved the little they could.
'If you fail me, you're still in the right position for a good thrashing,' the doctor warned, closing her eyes and pushing her pubis forward. Seconds later she gave a series of short, sharp cries, ground her flesh harder against the girl's mouth for a minute then pulled away. 'Alright, love, you can put your clothes on,' she said dreamily. Then she looked at Roberta. 'Can you untie and dress her? I'm going to have a sleep on the couch.'
Five minutes later Roberta and Kerri walked off in one direction, the pleased-looking brunette in the other.
'How could she?' Kerri asked.
'Tongue the doc, you mean? Why not? She saved herself forty more minutes of pubic teasing.'
'But she's clearly not into women.'
'So? You could lick an ice-lolly to pass an exam even if it wasn't your preferred flavour,' Roberta said.
'You're a lesbian - would you tongue a man?'
'That rule doesn't apply to me. I'm one of Alpineglow's invited workers. I'm not a wrongdoer like you,' the former prison warden explained.
'But would you?' Kerri persisted.
'One more impertinent question an
d I'll bind you over that fence and use my big leather belt,' the stronger woman said.
They were still a few minutes walk away from her Inspection Cell. Kerri searched for a newer, safer subject.
'Sorry. It's just that living like this in California is so different to what I expected.' That had to be the understatement of the millennium. She looked at the perfect flower-decked houses and lush green fields and realised that she shouldn't criticise them in case it earned her a taste of the birch. 'I mean, Alpineglow is beautiful - but I'd expected to be exploring Disneyland, Beverley Hills and Chinatown.'
'And you can do all these things when your five year residency ends.'
'Five years of this?'
'Five years of learning new trades, new arts. Five years of organic food and unpolluted air and horse riding.'
But it also meant five years of getting your ass whipped at any time.
They reached her cell to find that the sheets had been changed and the room aired.
'Going to lock me in again?' Kerri queried.
Roberta looked surprised then shook her head. 'No, you've got the rest of the day off to do whatever you want. Press that buzzer next to the door if you want a picnic brought to your room. Or walk into any restaurant. It's free.'
It sounded good but the twenty-six year old was determined not to be impressed. Hell, they didn't own her. Back in Britain she'd had the luxury of... well, she'd be having a sandwich at her desk right now.
'Can I go out at night too?' she asked, betting that the answer was no.
'You can, but new residents are often too tired. A punishment session can be quite exhausting, especially if you're not used to it.' She looked at Kerri's haunches. 'If I were you, I'd put some cold cream on to lessen the heat.' Despite Kerri's blushes she continued to stare and when she spoke again her voice was huskier. 'Or I could do it - reach the parts that you can't.'
For a moment Kerri felt a rush of curiosity. It was replaced by disdain. The last thing she wanted was this muscular woman exploring her crevices. She'd always been strictly hetero and planned to stay that way.
'Not in this lifetime,' she said with feeling.
She watched Roberta's mouth tauten. 'Trust me, girlie, I'm well connected. It won't be that long.'
'And I'm articulate and quite capable of putting in a complaint against you,' Kerri said. She tried to look strong and imposing, but her ridiculous ballet skirt and fuck-me shoes got in the way.
'Oh, I won't touch you sexually unless you beg. But I'll tie you over a fence and turn that little arse the colour of a ripe cherry,' the former prison warden said.
'For what?' Kerri parried.
'For whatever you do wrong.'
'Maybe I'll be perfect.'
'Like you were perfect when Jeff told you to mount one of the mustangs? Like you were perfect in the Dancing Bar today or when Matron inspected your pussy and arsehole and teeth?'
'So? I was new then - I'm a quick learner,' Kerri countered.
'Not so quick that you'll escape my ingenious tests for the next five years,' Roberta replied with a knowing grin.
She left. Kerri watched from the window as the older woman strode across the grass, the keys jangling from her belt. Her arms were well-toned and muscular. They'd pack a hefty swing.
Kerri stared through the glass, knowing that she'd made another enemy - and a sadistic one. It was time to plan her escape.
She glanced at her watch. Matron or Jeff Rendell might call in at any minute so this wasn't a good time to pack a few provisions and go missing. She'd fool them all by leaving tomorrow at first light.
Chapter Five
The next morning Kerri arose at 5am, glad to see that the sun was already rising. She reached for the picnic bag she'd ordered yesterday and headed for the door. She had food, water, and was wearing her heavy walking shoes. Now she had to make it to the adjacent valley town and get herself transport to a less punitive part of the states.
It was four hours until she was expected at work - by which time she'd be hidden deep in the mountains. She'd been studying them intently and intended to climb the smallest peak then scramble down the other side. That should take her into the next town - a town without whips or cuffs or overseers.
She set off through the sleepy Alpineglow streets, trying to ignore their serene beauty. Remember the spankings, she told herself. Remember the things they did with a vibrator to that sexed-up girl.
The smallest peak was much further away than she'd thought but finally she reached it. Kerri drank deeply from her hip-flask then began to climb. At first the rock wasn't sheer and it offered many hand and footholds. She climbed steadily for an hour, sat on a rocky shelf and ate some of her sandwiches, then climbed some more.
The entire day and the early evening were passed in this way. At one time she found a ledge that was big enough to lie down on and she rested there, her thigh muscles aching. Then she climbed up and up until she reached the top and prepared to scramble down the other side.
She peered over the edge - and saw that the mountain fell straight down. There was no slope that she could press her body into. There were no crevices for her hands and feet, no way she could climb down. She'd have to retrace her steps but she'd exhausted her energy supply and it was growing dark.
Very suddenly the barren landscape was lit up with the luminous lavender colour that Kerri had been told the town was named after - the alpineglow. She marvelled at the light's special quality and almost supernatural radiance. The light made the moisture on the wild plants and mosses shimmer and sparkle. And then it was completely dark.
The suddenness of the change took her by surprise - as did the accompanying drop in temperature. The twenty-six year old shivered violently and pulled her cashmere sweater more closely to her curves.
Maybe she'd have to retrace her route in the dark after all. She'd die of exposure if she stayed here. Kerri took a few steps back the way that she'd come and her right foot slid out from under her. She sat down with a bump then patted at the area she'd slipped on. My God - it was snow or ice.
Too frightened to stand up, Kerri explored the area with her hands. It was a veritable ice rink. And now her discomfort intensified as the mountains were visited by a fierce freezing wind.
There was nowhere to shelter, nowhere to hide. She was going to die here. 'Help, help,' Kerri screamed, then began to cry.
Minutes or hours passed - she couldn't read her watch in the complete black. She rocked back and forward, feeling her extremities freezing, stiffening. She thought longingly of Alpineglow's sunlit streets and lush green fields. At last she heard voices calling to her, or were they an illusion brought on by imminent exposure? 'I'm here,' Kerri called again and again.
And suddenly Jeff Rendell stood before her, holding the most powerful flashlight she'd ever seen. Three people stood behind him holding equally powerful flashlights. 'You'll need these,' he said, putting something - presumably crampons that could cut through the snow - on her feet.
'I don't know if I can walk,' Kerri admitted, her teeth chattering.
'I'll support you till we get to the next plateau. We've left the horses there.'
The rest of the journey was a blur of raised voices and bobbing lights as she was carried back to Alpineglow and taken to its almost-empty hospital.
'I'm so cold,' she whispered again to the surprisingly-supportive Jeff Rendell.
'Oh, I'll warm you up as soon as you're better,' he promised in a low, grim voice.
A week later - having faked ongoing exhaustion for as long as she could - Kerri was declared as good as new, given a light lunch and discharged from the ward. Jeff Rendell came to collect her. 'You're to receive a public flogging in the marketplace. We're going straight there.'
'With everyone watching?' Kerri asked faintly, her body stilling in shock.
'Watching avidly - and with some of them joining in.'
'I get flogged for getting lost?' It embarrassed her to even say the word, far less imagine
how it would feel.
Jeff shook his head. 'Your pathetic escape attempt put the rescuers lives in danger so it's only right that they wreak their revenge on your recalcitrant cheeks.'
They'd just reached the hospital's main doors. Kerri glanced back down the corridor, hoping for a chance to run away, but two nurses walked briskly forward.
'Best get it over with love. Struggling will only prolong your anguish,' the tall, heavyset one said.
'They're very careful here; aim all of the lashes at your buttocks. We've never had a girl come in for treatment as the result of an arse-whipping,' her slim auburn-haired contemporary cut in.
'But it hurts so much,' Kerri whispered, her eyes filling with tears of an ongoing self pity.
'Of course it hurts, just as it hurt the Mountain Rescue Team who saved your life. They risked the effects of exposure and frostbite and a plunge over an icy precipice to answer your cries for help,' Jeff Rendell said. He stared at her suede trouser suit. 'A public flogging always involves a naked punishment crawl - so take off your clothes.'
Kerri looked back at the nurses again. 'We're here to strip you if you put up a fight,' one of them told her.
The other sister nodded. 'Some girls can't bring themselves to undress in public so we've become expert at pulling down unwilling pants.'
Fuck it, she'd hate for them to remove her clothes. 'I can do it myself,' Kerri said with false bravado, starting to unbutton her tunic top. Soon she handed it to the nurse, then did the same with her bra, trousers, socks and pants.
'We'll have them delivered to you by tomorrow morning,' one of the nurses promised. 'You won't be needing them today.'
'Get down on your hands and knees,' Jeff Rendell added, staring at her naked flesh.
One arm shielding her breasts and the other hiding her pubis as per usual, Kerri hesitated.
'We make you assume the position if you don't do it voluntarily,' both nurses said.
'Do Tweedledum and Tweedledee ever actually nurse anyone?' Kerri muttered, getting down on her hands and knees and glaring up at the other three adults.
