Below the Belt

by Sarah Veitch

  'You're our most recent patient and as you've just been discharged we're currently surplus to requirements,' one of the nurses explained.

  'That's why they've volunteered to supervise your flogging,' Jeff Rendell added. 'They like to see a bad bum being reddened plus they've nothing else to do.'

  He turned to the taller nurse. 'You've got her collar and lead?'

  The nurse went into her apron pocket and produced the studded leather goods. She fastened the collar around Kerri's slender neck then clipped the leash to it.

  Kerri shivered as the leather embraced her pale throat. 'I can't believe that you're treating me like a dog,' she whispered.

  'If you act like a naughty puppy then you have to be treated like one,' Jeff Rendell said. He turned to the other nurse. 'Have you got the knee and hand pads, Sister? I don't want her to get scuffed whilst she's crawling. I want all the pain concentrated in her arse.'

  At his words the other nursing sister knelt and fastened soft pads to Kerri's palms and knees.

  'Crawl for me now, dear,' she said matter of factly.

  Kerri moved her arms and legs forward in a crawling motion, feeling overwhelmingly ridiculous.

  'Oh and don't forget the sign,' Jeff added to the nursing auxiliaries.

  One of them hurried down the corridor and returned with a large sign saying 'Please Whip My Butt.' Laughing, she hung it around Kerri's neck.

  'Move,' Jeff Rendell commanded, accepting a martinet from one of the nurses and aiming it at Kerri's bare backside. She yelped as it bit into her buttocks and she automatically strained forward. 'But keep to an even pace,' Jeff admonished, pulling her back by the lead. The pressure was tight enough to keep her in place but not so tight that she was at risk of choking. Putting her hands forward, Kerri obediently started to crawl again.

  It was the most humiliating journey of her life. Every time she saw someone ahead she automatically slowed down, not wanting them to see her shameful nakedness. But her tardiness angered Jeff and he used the martinet on her haunches, the leather tails cutting into her sensitive flesh. As the implement made contact, Kerri instinctively leapt forward to escape it. This too would anger Jeff as it stopped him getting his next full swing. 'Keep to an even pace,' he'd hiss, jerking at the lead and pulling her painfully up short again.

  To make her belittlement complete, everyone who saw the sign around her neck started laughing. Many joined the growing procession behind Jeff Rendell, intent on watching her being dealt with in the market square.

  'You think this is bad,' Jeff Rendell said conversationally as she hung her head and blushed the colour of a tomato, 'but wait till you taste the whip.'

  At last they reached the square. Kerri realised that someone had put wooden chairs all the way around the outside of the pretty marketplace. Half of the seats were already occupied and the remainder were quickly being filled.

  He bent down to remove Kerri's leash but left on her collar. 'See how popular you are, love? It's not often that the entire town gets to watch a new resident being soundly thrashed.'

  'Then maybe you need some street entertainers,' Kerri muttered, knowing that the words sounded lame and that there was nothing she could say or do that would make her feel better about her public nakedness.

  'Shall I hold her over the fence?' the auburn-haired nurse asked, lasciviously eyeing Kerri's full pink nipples. She wondered again if every woman here had Sapphic tendencies.

  'No, we've sent for the Whipping Horse,' Jeff said.

  Kerri looked nervously around, half expecting the arrival of one of the mustangs. Instead, a trailer was pulled into the square with a gym horse on the back of it.

  'Gee, don't you think of everything,' Kerri spat out then quivered as a nurse unfastened her knee and palm pads. She was clearly moments away from getting a tanned backside.

  'We brought the whipping horse that has implements inside it. Do you want me to get out the tawse?' the nurse asked.

  Kerri listened hard to Jeff's reply.

  'No, she was jerking about so much that I didn't get in many swings with the martinet. Use that on her whilst she's held in place.'

  Kerri watched as he handed the French disciplinary implement to the woman.

  'Not going to whip me yourself?' she asked him tauntingly, refusing to show the trepidation she was feeling.

  'No, if I started to whip you I might never stop. I'll wait until you reach new levels of wickedness before I avail myself of that pleasure,' the landowner said.

  'Do you want to walk to the Whipping Horse or do we have to carry you to it?' the smaller nurse asked.

  'I'll walk,' Kerri replied, trying to look fearless. She got stiffly to her feet and started to move towards the piece of padded equipment, feeling hugely conscious of the studded dog collar around her neck. She was also aware that the nearby watchers were staring at her naked tits and blonde pubis and at the marks left on her hemispheres by the martinet.

  The Horse was above her waist height but she was fit and the adrenalin was flowing so she successfully leapt onto its centre. But she stayed seated rather than bending forward to give the martinet access to her backside.

  The nurse wielding the implement walked around until they were face to face.

  'We give wrongdoers a choice now,' she murmured conversationally. 'You can hold on to the handles and endure a series of punishments, each consisting of six lashes. Or you can be tied to the handles and take the punishment all at once.'

  Kerri thought about the option for ten seconds. She hated to be tied down - it made her feel so incredibly vulnerable.

  'I'll hold onto the handles,' she said determinedly, stretching her body forward to do just that.

  'You realise that if you let go then we start that series of six all over again? It's only a good choice if you've got willpower,' the large nurse explained.

  Kerri quaked inwardly but refused to show the other woman that she was ashamed or nervous.

  'Play your stupid punishment games. I can take it,' she replied.

  She tried to marshal her courage as Jeff Rendell pulled up a chair so that he was inches from her face.

  'Thought you'd want a view of the other side,' she muttered, surprised that he wasn't staring at her rump.

  'Oh, I'll be inspecting those anguished little globes at the end of the day, but for now I want to see you wince and wail,' the landowner said.

  'Sadist,' Kerri muttered.

  'Sweetheart, you brought me to ruin years ago. I suspect that you're the more sadistic of the two of us,' Jeff Rendell rationalised. He looked at her hands. 'Are you gripping the handles nice and hard? When the leather bites into your flesh, your natural instinct will be to protect your punished parts.'

  'I'm holding tightly,' Kerri said, leaning further forward to increase her grip on the padded handles. 'Let your nursing bitch do her worst.'

  Either the nursing bitch heard and was annoyed at the description or she just had a strong right arm. Whatever, Kerri suddenly felt a streak of pain emblazon its way across the centre of her taut buttocks. She cried out and reared back, letting go of the handles. Within seconds she'd recognised her error and taken hold of the horse again. But it was too late.

  'The penitent was disobedient. Repeat stroke one of series one,' Jeff Rendell said in a gloating voice.

  'Fuck you,' Kerri mumbled then cried out as the stroke was repeated immediately above its predecessor.

  'Thank me nicely for that stroke and ask for the second one,' the nurse said.

  Kerri hesitated, not wanting to repeat the demeaning words.

  'The penitent was disobedient. Repeat stroke one of series one,' Jeff said again.

  'No, please, I'll...' Kerri started then wailed as the martinet singed her raised bare bottom again. It took all her willpower to keep gripping the front of the horse.

  'Ready for stroke two?' the nurse sweetly enquired.

  'Yes, Ma'am. Thank you for stroke one and please... please punish me with stroke two,' Kerri said haltin
gly.

  She sensed a smile enter the nurse's lilting voice. 'Oh, don't be so coy when requesting further punishment. Ask me to redden your naughty little backside with stroke two.'

  Kerri closed her eyes to avoid seeing Jeff Rendell's smirk. She repeated the words that the nurse had requested. Then she wailed as the woman again used the martinet on her helpless curves.

  God, it hurt. Kerri groaned and skulked across the padded horse. She swung her bare bottom from side to side, as if to shake off the anguish. She longed to spread her fingers protectively over her new stripes but instead kept them obediently in front.

  'Please liven my cheeks with the next stroke, Ma'am,' she muttered self consciously, knowing that she had to get this whipping over with. At last the first series of six hard lashes had been applied.

  'First inspection of the day,' Jeff Rendell said. 'Time to show Alpineglow's residents your pretty striping.'

  As if in concert with his words, the tall nurse walked forward and clipped Kerri's leash on again. 'Down on your hands and knees, pup,' she said matter of factly. 'You won't need the pads this time as you aren't going to crawl very far.'

  Blushing hugely, Kerri scrambled from the Whipping Horse and got onto her hands and knees. The nurse pulled at the leash, leading her towards the seated ring of people. 'Stretch out across the lap of the first man and stay there until I tug at the leash then wriggle along to the next person,' the nurse said.

  'Why?' the former Recruitment Officer asked, stalling.

  'Because they've all contributed to the cost of our mountain rescue team - and because they want to see the girl who wronged Jeff getting her just desserts,' the nurse explained. She swung the martinet at the girl's extremities. 'Do what you're told, girl, or you'll never have a pale arse again.'

  Muttering under her breath, Kerri glanced shyly at the first seated man. He was a few years older than herself but looked even healthier. His short-sleeved white shirt showed off suntanned muscular arms. There was also a bulge in his cream-coloured trousers, a bulge which stuck into her pubic mound as she pulled herself clumsily onto his lap.

  'Has the bad girl got a naughty bottom?' he asked gloatingly, starting to manhandle her globes.

  'No, it's a very good one,' Kerri retorted. She was damned if she'd let herself be patronised.

  'It looks disobedient to me,' the man continued, a slight note of annoyance entering his voice. 'In fact, it looks so wicked that it's my civic duty to spank it for the next half-hour.'

  'Can he do that?' Kerri queried, looking up at the nurse who was holding her leash tautly.

  'He can and he will. Edward here is a strict disciplinarian,' the nurse explained.

  The disciplinarian suddenly raised his right palm and brought it down hard on Kerri's arse.

  'Aah!' She put her hands back to protect her orbs but they were immediately grabbed by the next seated person in the line up. And the nurse was pulling the leash so firmly that Kerri was now held in place. She wailed and kicked her bare feet in the air but the man was clearly used to such petulant displays for he paid no attention. He began to spank her in earnest, his large hand crashing into her rump again and again.

  'I'm sorry,' Kerri yelped, 'I didn't mean to be rude.'

  'Yes you did.' The spanking intensified.

  'Ah! Ouch! Then I apologise for my rudeness,' Kerri corrected, squirming helplessly against his trousered lap.

  'How sorry are you?' the man asked, continuing his bombardment.

  'As sorry as can be, sir. Really, really sorry, sir! Please stop!'

  She searched for the magic words that would make him spare her further affliction. Seemingly impervious to her pleas, he raised his heavy hand and spanked and spanked and spanked.

  Kerri's bottom now felt like glowing twin coals. She pulled frantically at the fingers that enclosed her wrists and squealed like a piglet.

  'Oh please, sir. Please, please, please, please, please.'

  'Please what?' He spanked and spanked and spanked.

  'Please anything!' The fierce red heat in her hemispheres was making it impossible for her to think clearly.

  'Will you show me with your tongue how sorry you are?' the man asked, spanking on.

  'Yes, sir. I beg to tongue you, sir,' Kerri gasped. She waited for the nurse to say that this was against the town's rules. Wasn't she supposed to be celibate?

  'Suck him well, Kerri, and maybe he'll let you wriggle on to the next person in the line,' the nurse said.

  To Kerri's relief, the man stopped slapping her agonised spheres. Snivelling, she slid to her knees and reached for his zipper. She looked up at the nurse. 'Will I get into trouble for this?'

  'No, it's part of your humiliation. You're repenting for a wrong. It would be different if you'd crept off with a man you fancied for mutual pleasure,' the nursing sister said. 'Now use your pretty pink tongue to its full effect.'

  Colouring further, Kerri eased the man's phallus from his trousers and licked it, glad to be free of his lap and his spanking hand.

  'Is that the best you can do?' he murmured, slapping his palms together.

  'I'll try harder, sir,' Kerri promised, desperate to keep her sore parts from his grasp. Obediently she took the head of his cock between her lips and moved her mouth downwards. Then she slid her lips part of the way up again.

  Someone in the crowd cheered. Another laughed. Ignoring them, Kerri concentrated on giving the spanker pleasure. She pressed her mouth firmly to his glans and heard his hard intake of breath. His hand caressed her hair - the same hand that had caused her buttocks such torment. She'd thought that the spanking would never end. Remembering her ordeal, she tongued at the man especially hard - and felt her mouth fill with the liquid proof of his pleasure. Forcing herself not to grimace, she swallowed it all down.

  'Good girl,' he gasped raggedly, patting her head.

  'You did well there Kerri - but don't think of getting complacent. It's time to go over the next lap,' the nursing sister said.

  The next person in line was a middle-aged woman - but Kerri knew she was stronger than she looked. She'd held her wrists whilst the first man spanked her soundly. Kerri had pulled and twisted but the woman had refused to loosen her grasp.

  'Oh, it is sore, isn't it, dear?' she said now, stroking Kerri's bare bottom as the younger girl skulked across her tweed-skirted lap. 'No wonder you were making such a fuss.'

  Kerri cringed inwardly as the woman caressed her reddened orbs. Outwardly she willed herself not to move, not to give this bitch the satisfaction of knowing that she was embarrassed.

  'Have you ever been spanked by another female?' the older woman asked.

  'No, Ma'am,' Kerri whispered, recoiling with embarrassment.

  'Don't you think it's long overdue, then?' the woman said.

  'But I've done you no harm,' Kerri muttered. She wanted to twist her head back to look into her tormentor's eyes but was being held down too firmly by the next person in the line.

  'I lived next door to Jeff in London for ten years. He lost his home because of you,' the woman said. 'I was abroad at the time and when I came back he'd sold his house to repay some of his debts. Later I heard that he was homeless.'

  'I didn't mean to... I don't even remember meeting him before I came to the United States,' Kerri said.

  It was a surreal situation, having a discussion about a man's life whilst she lay bare-assed over a strange woman's knee.

  'Take my word for it. You brought him down. We all despise you for it,' the older woman clarified. She stroked Kerri's naked globes some more. 'Nurse, I've such small palms that I can't teach her respect by giving her a hand spanking. Do you have a ferula that I could use instead?'

  Kerri tensed at the request, hoping the reply would be no.

  'Of course. There'll be one inside the Whipping Horse,' the helpful nurse said.

  Kerri watched as she left and returned with a small black rubber paddle-shaped punisher. It was little but looked flexible and thick. Her tenderis
ed buttocks trembled.

  'Oh please, Ma'am, have mercy - that recent spanking hurt so much,' she said.

  'Were you merciful towards Jeff Rendell? I don't think so,' the former-neighbour replied smoothly. 'No, you truly deserve the sorest arse.'

  The ferula disappeared from Kerri's vision - then she felt it make contact with her lower cheeks.

  'Aaaah!' she cried out, pulling hopelessly at the hands and leash which held her in situ.

  'Save your histrionics till nearer the end. You're getting twenty,' the woman warned, using the implement again.

  'I can't take it,' Kerri cried, hoping to win the sympathy vote or at least a respite.

  'In that case you're in big trouble. A public flogging can last for hours,' the nurse cut in.

  The woman stopped chastening her for a moment to run a finger down her dark divide.

  'That makes you wriggle, doesn't it, dear? Have you ever used that skilful tongue of yours to please a woman?'

  'Not in this lifetime,' Kerri said letting a little of her usual sarcasm enter her voice.

  'Pity,' her punisher murmured and picked up the ferula again. This time the paddling was even more focused, reawakening the pain of the previous spanking and whipping. The twenty-six year old yelled and whimpered as the rubber repeatedly tanned her disarmed globes.

  'I'm sorry I ruined things for Jeff. I'm sorry I ran away,' she mumbled, pressing desperately into the woman's lap in a futile attempt to escape the worst of the buttock-warming. 'Oh, please stop, Ma'am. I'm so sore, so hot.'

  At last the woman applied the twentieth lash to Kerri's bare bottom. 'Wriggle along to this nice man and stretch out across his lap, dear,' she said sweetly. 'He has further plans for your arse.'

  Kerri swallowed hard then did as she was told. For a few seconds no one was holding her hands so she put them back and gingerly cupped her tender hemispheres.

  'Please don't let them thrash me any more,' she whispered, looking beseechingly up at the leash-holding nurse.

  The auxiliary looked back at her without compassion. 'You don't hurt a fraction of what Jeff Rendell did.'

  Kerri doubted that the nurse's statement was grammatical - but she wasn't going to question it.