by Sarah Veitch
'I hope you'll thank me even more nicely for the sixth one, dear.'
She sensed Matron had raised the crook-handled cane again. This last lash went equally deep. Kerri howled like the puppy she was supposed to be and a tear ran down her face.
'Thank you for tanning my bare bottom, Matron,' she snivelled.
'There will be plenty more like that if you throw your doggy bowl again or do something equally wicked,' Matron said.
Billy untied Kerri's legs then freed her hands but he kept hold of both wrists. 'It's part of the punishment that you don't get to hold your punished arse.'
'Please... just for a moment. I'll do anything,' Kerri whimpered, running her tongue across her lips and looking tellingly at his trouser zip.
It was only when the crowd whistled in unison that she remembered the microphone was picking up her words.
'Is the puppy dog feeling horny?' Matron asked. She stared at Kerri's naked body and her eyes glittered maliciously. 'In that case, bring on the Satisfaction Machine.'
'Please, no,' Kerri protested, not liking the sound of it. She tried to take a step backwards but Billy was holding her in place.
'I'll get her tethered in the stocks and explain what's in store for her, Matron,' he said.
He marched the twenty-six year old over to a wooden contraption at the other end of the square. 'Let's get your neck in here and your arms through these holes,' he said matter of factly.
'Oh go on, force yourself,' Kerri muttered as he reached for her left arm and his fingers brushed her nearest breast.
'I don't have to force myself,' said the youth who clearly had no sense of irony. 'I got to watch another penitent being clit-teased in the stocks last month and it was great.'
'Oh, and what had she done to you?' Kerri muttered.
'It's what she did to Jeff. She was another woman like you who betrayed him totally.'
'Was he born unlucky?' Kerri asked snidely.
'No, he's just too trusting when it comes to women,' Billy said.
He finished clipping her into the stocks then walked away to talk to two approaching men. Free of his attentions for a while, Kerri tried to come to terms with her new lowly status. The stocks held her head and arms immobile and the low placing of the holes meant that her back and bottom had to jut backwards, making her backside and pubis very vulnerable targets. But her legs were completely free.
She was congratulating herself on her relative freedom of movement when Billy approached with a large rectangular box. He took out a three foot plastic pole with a rounded end, rather like a huge thick tampon. He knelt and fastened the flat end of the pole into a plinth on the ground between Kerri's legs.
Seconds later she felt his fingers pushing her labial lips apart.
'Oh sweetheart, you're already wet. Being touched up by the good people of Alpineglow has gotten to you already,' he teased.
'I probably pissed myself when I realised I had to service an ugly git like you,' Kerri replied. She wailed as something smooth entered the first two or three inches of her vulva. 'I'm sorry I was rude! What are you doing now?'
'Matron wants you to come in front of everyone,' Billy said.
'To come on this pole?' The appendage was filling her up but she could resist it. She was damned if she'd orgasm in a public place.
'Oh, it's a devilishly clever device is the Satisfaction Machine,' Billy said. He waved to Jeff and the landowner brought over the microphone and placed it a foot away from Kerri's face.
'Switch the machine on, Billy, and let's hear her sing for her supper,' he said with a knowing grin.
Billy flicked a switch - and immediately Kerri's carnal canal was filled with exquisite vibrations. She groaned loudly and heard the groan echo its way across the square. The energetic crowd had again moved their chairs to be closer to her nakedness.
Kerri tried to push her vagina free of the pole but it had impaled her. Because her head and hands were held so low down she had little leverage. Worse, every movement increased the pleasurable vibrations of her sugar walls.
'How long for?' Kerri gasped ungrammatically, remembering that the other girl had been vibrated for half an hour.
'Until you come. There's no time limit,' Billy said.
'So if I never come you'll just have wasted lots of battery power?'
'Oh, you'll come, sweetheart. You're already dripping like a tap and your pretty pink nipples are like bullets,' Jeff added observantly.
'Bastards,' Kerri muttered then wailed as the Satisfaction Machine's pulsations took her closer to the edge. She couldn't come like this, with hundreds of people watching. She just couldn't. She tried to think of her former career, of every business book and in-house report she'd ever read. But the machine's oscillations were stronger than her thoughts and intensified the increasing rapture between her legs.
Buzz, buzz, buzz. She flexed her toes on the ground as her orgasm beckoned. Buzz, buzz, buzz. Each vibration now made a direct path to her swelling clit.
'No more,' she gasped, no longer sure who she was speaking to. She kept her eyes tight shut but heard Jeff answer that he'd just started, that the machine could pleasure her vulva for hours. The crowd whistled and roared their appreciation. What must she look like, her arms and head held in this wooden vice, her bottom sticking backwards whilst her sex was wriggling against a vibrating shaft?
'I'll suck you hard again, Billy,' she begged.
'Nah, I'm bored with your mouth. I'd rather watch you wriggle on this stick and yodel for five minutes.'
'I could give further paws,' Kerri whispered.
'You can do that with a well-orgasmed hole rather than a dry one,' Jeff cut in.
Kerri groaned as the Satisfaction Machine took her to new heights. Any second now she was going to lose control big time. Almost, almost, almost said her body as each new pulse sent further tremors through her wet sex. Almost, almost, almost... and suddenly the pleasure took her over the top and she came and came.
Her orgasm started with a low growl that quickly lightened in cadence, going up, up, up the vocal scale. This second wail lasted for many seconds before being replaced with a series of squeals that could have shattered glass. She could hear her own cries, wildly wolverine, but they somehow sounded very far away.
At last the intensity of her ecstasy ebbed to be replaced by a strong vulval pulsing. Kerri gasped for breath and whispered 'Oh please, sir, it's too much. Please turn the machine off now.'
Jeff must have nodded for Billy immediately obliged. Kerri lay there still impaled on the pole, her sex palpitating around it. Billy left her there for ten minutes before freeing her from the stocks.
'Would you like an afternoon snack?' he asked as she tried to lift herself shakily from the pole.
Kerri nodded gratefully then blushed as he returned with another two doggy bowls, one containing water and the other containing little sultana cakes. He clipped on her lead and held it whilst she obediently bent her head to each bowl. Lapping at the water was comparatively easy but eating the cake with dignity without using her hands was impossible. Crumbs sprayed from her mouth and down her breasts, some sticking to the wetness of her pubic patch.
After a short rest Billy led her back to the waiting laps. This time strange hands probed at her gaping vulva, commenting on its heat and wetness. 'I live in the bungalow next to the candy store if you ever want to call in for a good finger-fucking,' one woman said.
'My dear girl, I could offer you something thicker than a finger,' one of the men added. Kerri recognised the accent. He was British like her.
'I'm celibate,' she said, glad for once that it was true. 'Nurse just made an exception for today as part of my...' She tailed off, not wanting to use the word punishment.
'Pity,' said two girls who were holding hands. 'We've been looking for someone to make up a threesome.'
'I didn't come here looking for sex,' Kerri got out, desperate to be seen as an intelligent human being. 'I thought I was moving here to live in an
ideal community. I was tricked.'
'You're not supposed to talk about it. It's against the rules, as you well know,' the British man said angrily. 'It just isn't cricket. I reckon you deserve to be caned again.'
'Christ, no!' Kerri put her palms back and held onto her flaming cheeks. She lay over his lap like an unwilling sacrifice with Billy standing there grinning and holding the other end of the leash.
'Can you hold her lead?' he asked one of the lesbian lovers. 'I'll find out if she's to be reacquainted with the cane.' Two minutes later he was back. 'Jeff says no, but that you can spank her for three minutes.'
The man didn't need telling twice. Kerri felt him peeling her hands away from her hot backside. They were immediately grabbed and held by the next woman in the circle. She flattened her body and howled as the first buttock slap was applied.
'I'm sorry,' she gasped.
'Not as sorry as you'll be at the end of the next three minutes,' he answered grimly and spanked and spanked and spanked. Kerri heard her voice become one continuous wail as she writhed across his trousered knees, her bottom flaming. 'Oh stop, stop, stop,' she yelped.
'Doesn't she make a fuss?' one of the lesbian lovers said to the other, talking about Kerri as if she was a dumb animal.
'It'll do her no good,' said the British man who was doling out the hellish whacking. 'I'll spank till the three minutes are up.' Kerri sensed a smile enter his voice. 'You can boil an egg in three minutes - or broil a little oval arse.'
His palm continued to crash into her exposed twin orbs. Kerri found herself squealing out half phrases and words that she hoped would distract him from her punishment. 'Tongue you. Oh, please, sir! Hands... Oh, anything! Do anything now.'
The man spanked on and on and on. Could her ordeal have lasted less than one hundred and eighty seconds? It felt as if he'd been tanning her arse for hours. But then he wasn't chastening two pale buttocks. Instead he was berating a behind that had already tasted the martinet, the palm, the ferula and - worst of all - the incisive cane.
The crowd started a countdown as her punishment neared its end. 'Ten, nine, eight...' Each number was accompanied by a hard buttock slap from the angry British man. 'Seven, six, five...' Kerri gritted her teeth, trying to endure the final slaps without resorting to humiliated sobbing. 'Four, three, two, one, zero.'
As the crowd chanted 'one' the man delivered the final pitiless whack then caressed her glowing globes.
'Oh, darling, they're as toasty as little coals. I'll bet you can hardly bear them being touched.'
Kerri snivelled across his knees, keeping her head in the next persons lap and refusing to look at anyone. The man stroked her soft peach from its tenderised top to its sensitive underswell then caressed her anal aperture.
'Have you had any bum fun yet?'
Kerri squirmed at his comment and refused to answer.
'Yes, Matron oiled her up good on her first day and inspected all her openings,' Billy replied.
'If you ever need to explore that territory again, I'm working on a devilishly effective device for anal teasing,' the man said.
'You've told the sexologist?' Billy asked.
'Of course. She's ordered four so that she can use them in Alpineglow's sex labs and in the relaxation centre. But I'll be making them in bulk so if you want one for this little beauty or for your girlfriends...'
'Yeah, I'll have one the moment they go on sale. Good to know that you've brought your talents to Alpineglow. I've heard that British craftsmen are amongst the best in the world,' Billy said.
They were also the best bullshitters, Kerri thought, listening to the exchange. She squirmed some more as the man circled her anus with a finger then cried out as he inserted it a little way.
'She has to wriggle round the rest of the crowd now,' Billy said matter of factly. 'But put your name down on the list to chastise her if she's disobedient again.'
Refusing to ask for further details about this list, Kerri skulked onto the next lap. Over time she wriggled from one set of knees to the next, being stroked and palmed and minutely inspected. Various men and women asked for permission to smack her quivering buttocks. Jeff told them that she'd had enough for today but that Billy would add their names to the Future Floggings list.
'You'd better not make any mistakes over the next few months,' Billy murmured.
Kerri squirmed on the latest lap as a man fondled her clit and tweaked her nipples. 'I'll be good,' she replied then whimpered some more as the man toyed with her breasts.
'If you aren't then you get punished by the top name on this list.'
'By a stranger?' Kerri forced out.
'Well, you've been over his lap today so you're briefly acquainted. Though knowing this particular man, you'll soon be debriefly acquainted,' the youth punned.
'He's not allowed to touch me sexually,' Kerri said in a rush, 'I'm celibate.'
'No, he just likes to deliver bare bottom punishments so your pants will be coming down.'
'And how many names are on this list?' Kerri whispered as she wriggled obediently onto yet another lap.
Billy counted and at last said 'Fifty.'
'I'll never make fifty mistakes,' Kerri said determinedly, trying and failing to block out her ongoing shame.
'In five years? I'll bet you manage dozens more than that,' Billy said.
'Have you had that many?' Kerri asked, trying to distract his attention from her future lowly fate.
'Me? I was recruited for my gardening skills. My father owned a landscaping business so I learned early,' Billy said.
'So which of the other girls are like me, girls who've wronged Jeff?'
'You don't get to know that,' Billy said, encouraging her to haul herself onto yet another trousered lap. 'It's against the rules to discuss it, so...'
'Sorry, Billy, I won't discuss it any more,' Kerri said quickly, terrified that this infraction would bring further retribution. Her bottom glowed as if it had been baked.
'Good girl. You can have such a nice time here if you're fair to everyone,' Billy said, sounding old before his years.
A few laps later, Kerri felt one of the young women opening her labial lips and poking a finger inside. She automatically tried to flinch away but the woman put her mouth close to Kerri's ear. 'It's a message. Read it later when you're alone.'
'Okay,' Kerri mumbled wondering if it was a trick. She glanced at the girl who had long silky brown hair, green eyes and full lips. She was wearing a green silk dress that hugged her contours. The girl looked her own age but was even more beautiful.
'Come on,' Billy said. 'You can only spend a minute over each knee or we'll be here till after sunset.'
Kerri wriggled like a red-and-white worm until she had completed the circle.
A man stood there with a camera on a tripod. 'Stand up now, angel, and stretch your arms high in the air. No, silly girl, face the other way. I'm only interested in photographing your backside.'
Blushing, Kerri did as she was told. 'Like this?' she queried, refusing to look at the crowd in front of her.
'Get these arms a bit higher so that naughty bottom is really taut.'
Kerri obeyed, hearing the camera click and click.
'Now touch your toes,' said the man, 'so that tenderised butt sticks right up in the air.'
Kerri quivered at his words but swiftly obliged him. Her flesh was so pained that she simply couldn't take much more.
'That's perfect. I'll just move in closer for some bum crack shots,' the photographer added, doing just that. 'Pull your cheeks apart for me, now, love,' he added, 'so that the camera can see your bum hole up close.'
Kerri swallowed hard with renewed humiliation then pulled her buttocks open to reveal her most secret region. She held her hemispheres tightly whilst the man photographed her private place.
'That's fine. Now squat nice and low for me - and hold the pose.'
Kerri did but after a while the strain of holding the position made her entire body tremble.
> 'That's nice,' the man said approvingly. 'Some of my customers like a nicely moving arse.'
At last he gave her permission to get back on all fours and resume her doggy crawl.
'What will you do with the photographs, sir?' she whispered.
The man winked. 'I may keep them for my private delectation or turn them into Alpineglow's official postcard,' he replied.
'Please don't show them to anyone,' Kerri begged, hating the thought of being some future Stag Night entertainment.
'Hell, we've all seen the real thing here today. These photos will just be a very nice reminder,' the photographer grinned.
'Yes, sir,' Kerri muttered, her face reddening. She'd reached the end of the seated spankers and was desperate to avoid further contact with them. After a moment's hesitation she crawled up to Jeff.
'Let's get you home,' he said lightly.
Kerri thought longingly of her cell. 'Thank you,' she whispered.
'But we'll be having a little talk there,' Jeff explained.
He put her knee pads on, took the handle of the leash and started to lead her towards her building. Nurse offered him the martinet but he shook his head. 'She's worn out - and the colour of the ripest cherry. She won't be any more trouble today.'
Wearily Kerri crawled through the late afternoon streets, too tired to be further shamed by her total nakedness.
They reached her cell and she crawled in. Jeff unclipped the lead. 'Put your hands on top of your head then turn around and look at yourself in the mirror.'
Reluctantly Kerri obeyed. Her buttocks were bright red with darker marks where the martinet and cane had striped her flesh.
'Do you want to be this sore again?'
'No, sir,' Kerri answered.
'So you won't run away or throw things at other residents?'
'No, sir. I'm really sorry that I caused such chaos, sir,' Kerri said, temporarily meaning it.
Jeff nodded and stood up. 'Apology accepted. There's fresh provisions in your fridge and in your hostess trolley. Get some rest now - and you can have tomorrow off work.'
'Thank you,' Kerri said. She remembered her previous work experience here. 'Would I have been working in the Dancing Bar?'
