Below the Belt

by Sarah Veitch

  'Well, you can be more than curious now. You can be very helpful,' the equestrian centre owner said. He looked over at the youth. 'Let go of Diana's hands, Dale. Now get down on all fours, boy. That's it. Diana, you bend yourself over his back.' He watched then shook his head. 'No, with your head to one of his sides and your feet to the other.' He looked at Kerri. 'Now it's your turn to hold her wrists.'

  Feeling awkward but determined to please, Kerri approached the bent-over stable hand. She took hold of the girl's wrists and held them firmly. As the Squire approached with his long whip, Diana whimpered and closed her eyes.

  This time the whipping was faster than before. Diana yelped and skulked about on her lover's muscular back. Kerri held on to her grimly. 'Ah,' Diana cried. 'Ah, oh, ow, uh, aaaah.' She spat out various words as the flogging continued. 'Be better... didn't mean... second chance... can't take... oh please!'

  When her bottom was thoroughly tanned, her employer threw down the implement.

  'You can get up now but don't dare touch your punished posterior. In fact, sit on that nice hot rock whilst I decide what to do with you.'

  'Hasn't she had enough?' Kerri asked softly, looking at the whip's harsh fronds.

  'Yes, her bum has learned its lesson for now - but I can shame them both further by making her watch me punish Dale.'

  'Men get punished here too?' Kerri asked, watching Diana use her straining arms to keep her sore bum a centimetre from the sizzling rocks.

  'The male dissidents do,' the Squire confirmed. 'Dale - get those jeans off.'

  'I thought there were only female dissidents,' Kerri admitted softly, watching the youth red-facedly strip below the waist.

  'No, there are a few males - men who have badly crossed Jeff in business. He's inevitably met some sharp players, having been an entrepreneur for so many years.'

  'I don't even know what I did to him,' Kerri said matter of factly.

  'Nor does Dale here - or any of the other dissidents unless they've completed most of their re-education and become mature enough to be truly repentant,' the Squire said.

  Dale shuffled up to them.

  'Shall I hold his wrists?' Kerri asked, assuming that he was going over the exact same rock as Diana had squirmed over.

  'No, he'll probably be too strong for you. We'll all go back to the equestrian centre and I'll tie him over one of the jumps,' the older man said.

  The four of them walked up the path, the embarrassed lovers carrying their jeans and underwear. Kerri was very glad that she wasn't the one who was bare below the waist.

  They reached the equestrian centre and the Squire pointed to one of the wooden jumps.

  'Get your ass over there, Dale. I'll be along in a minute.' He turned to Kerri. 'Make sure that Diana watches his entire punishment and that she doesn't try to put on her pants.'

  The two girls found a clear observation point and watched as the Squire tied Dale into place. He had a nice little muscular bum, Kerri thought, eyeing it closely. For the first time she envied Diana.

  'Have you been here long?' she asked.

  Diana shrugged, staring at her lover's rear. 'For six months. But it feels longer because they've got this bloody work ethic and this hellish celibacy.'

  The two women watched Dale taking his licks. He shuddered as the whip hit home but didn't cry out and didn't shake his rear from side to side.

  'He's brave,' Diana said proudly.

  'I thought you were equally courageous,' Kerri replied.

  'Well, I've had a lot worse than that from the Squire. I couldn't sit down for a week after I let all the horses escape into the vegetable fields,' Diana said. She hesitated, looking at Kerri slyly. 'Though I wasn't as humiliated as you were in the market square.'

  'They're bastards, aren't they?' Kerri said. She watched as Dale was untied. 'Hey, he didn't seem to get as severe a whipping as you did.'

  'Oh the Squire thinks Dale's the innocent in all this, that I'm the Jezebel who leads him astray.'

  This, Kerri thought, was her type of woman. 'Listen, do you want to go to the Dancing Bar now for a drink? I must be due a lunch break.'

  'You're on!' Diana said. She glanced at the Squire's retreating back. 'Oh good, he's going back to the centre. I can put on my jeans.'

  Starting to share their Alpineglow anecdotes, the young women hurried to the bar. They dashed in the door - and saw that Roberta was sitting there. She smiled enigmatically at Kerri. 'Ah, just the young lady I wanted to see.'

  'Roberta, can I get you a drink?' Kerri asked, determined not to be embarrassed in front of her new friend.

  'You can have a drink back at the Apparel Basement. You're long overdue a fitting for your outfits,' Roberta said.

  'Later,' Kerri replied, turning to the bar.

  'Now,' Roberta said, coming to tower over her.

  'But...'

  'I'll be dealing with a butt that has two t's,' Roberta said warningly, 'unless you do what you're told.'

  'I'm on my lunch break,' Kerri muttered as Diana stared at them both.

  'No, you're not. Miriam came back ages ago on her own and said you were hanging around the beach.' She plucked Kerri's bag from her shoulder. 'You've got damn few shells in there, girl. And I'll bet you've been complaining about us all to this other dissident.'

  'Prove it,' Kerri spat out. She hadn't meant to be rude but there was something about Roberta that bugged the hell out of her. She and Matron must have gone to the same school of self-righteousness.

  'We'll see if you're so uppity when you're nude. I'll be handing your existing outfit into the laundry en route - so strip out of it now,' the former prison warden said.

  'Will I hell,' Kerri shot back, determined to look brave in front of Diana.

  'Girls, can you help Kerri out of her clothes? She's too attached to them,' Roberta said.

  Immediately the four women at the next table rose to their collective feet and turned towards Kerri. Within seconds two of them had grabbed and held her whilst the third unbuttoned her blouse and the fourth unzipped and pulled down her trousers and pants.

  'She's all yours,' one of them said, pushing her gently towards Roberta.

  'Hands atop your head. It's another punishment walk for you,' Roberta said.

  'Make me,' Kerri muttered, mainly for Diana's benefit.

  There was a scraping sound as everyone in the bar put their rubber ferula on the table tops.

  Kerri made a dash for the exit but the quartet got there first and dragged her to a heavy three-legged stool. Three of them held her over it whilst the fourth used soft restraints to bind her arms and legs in place. Now her bare bottom stuck up in the air as if for target practice whilst her breasts hung pendulously down the other side.

  'Form an orderly queue please, ladies and gents,' someone said.

  'I've done nothing wrong,' Kerri yelped, as Diana hurried out of the door.

  'You hardly collected any shells. You let Diana leave the Squire's employ knowing that she had tasks to undertake. Oh, and you were rude to me the moment you walked in here,' the former prison warden explained.

  'Well, apart from that,' Kerri muttered.

  'That's enough to earn you a really sore arse,' her enemy said.

  Kerri looked upside down through the legs of the stool and saw men and women queuing. Apparently everyone in the bar planned to use their ferula on her today.

  She felt the air currents change as the first person walked up to her. Kerri quivered. Then she felt the rubber punisher strike the centre of her cheeks and she cried out.

  'How many can I give her?' asked a voice.

  'Given that there's a few of you, we'd better restrict it to four each,' Roberta replied.

  Kerri howled again as the ferula was applied to her left cheek, then to her right then to the sentient underswell. 'And one for luck,' laughed the matronly wielder, warming the lower curves.

  'And they call women the weaker sex,' said a male voice. Kerri wondered if he'd be gentler than his predecessor
. 'Did she hurt you, love?' he queried.

  'Yes,' Kerri muttered trying and failing to suck in her buttocks. The ungiving contours of the stool kept them from going anywhere.

  'Not as much as I'm going to,' the man said. Kerri convulsed against the stool as he thrashed her with the rubber implement, limiting himself to four pitiless slaps.

  'Are you sorry?' the next man asked.

  'Really sorry, sir.' Kerri tried to sound subservient.

  'Well, after this you'll be even sorrier,' her castigator said.

  He laid the blows on in quick succession, impervious to her wails and screams.

  'I've done you no harm,' Kerri muttered as another man got into place.

  'You've done lots of harm back in the UK. We're sure Jeff isn't the only person that you've damaged,' her unseen admonisher said.

  'I've promised to make amends,' the twenty-six year old gasped, pulling vainly at her bonds. She tried to think up ways to keep him talking, to keep him from chastising her helpless parts.

  'You can make amends with a hot bum,' the man explained and proceeded to lay on the rubber paddle. Kerri squealed and chafed her bound feet against the stool.

  'Let's not take all day,' Roberta cut in. 'I've still to make her entire wardrobe.'

  After that, each quartet of whacks came thick and fast.

  'Please, let me make the punishment walk,' Kerri whispered desperately as her disciplining continued.

  'What do you reckon?' one of the waiting queue asked.

  'We should berate her for a few minutes more, remind her who's in charge around here,' a woman with a French accent said.

  'I recognise that you're in charge. I really do, Ma'am,' Kerri whimpered.

  'Oh, I'll prove it to your naughty bottom,' the woman replied.

  She did just that, using all four strokes to great effect.

  'Colette, have you been practicing?' Roberta asked admiringly.

  'I like to - but this one crawled across my knee so fast during her public shaming that I hardly got any spanks in,' Colette explained.

  She fondled Kerri's burning hemispheres. 'Do you think you've had enough?'

  'Yes, Ma'am. Oh please, Ma'am!' Her bottom felt like a burning beach ball.

  'And instead of walking out the door you'll now wriggle there on your belly?'

  Kerri hesitated and Colette applied the hateful ferula again.

  'Yes, I'll squirm like a snake!' Kerri yelped.

  The ferula bit down.

  'Naked on my tummy. Everyone laughing...'

  The ferula was applied with a lesser intensity.

  'I'll kiss your toes and beg forgiveness,' Kerri whispered and heard the ferula being thrown down.

  Kerri felt various fingers untying her and helping her to her knees. She stretched out on the ground and began to wriggle towards the doorway. The rough carpet prickled against her stomach and every movement sent further anguish to her scorching spheres. Someone laughed. Another person whistled. She wriggled on, knowing that they were all staring at her nakedness.

  At last she reached the door and looked back. Roberta nodded. 'Stand up and put your palms on top of your head.'

  The next ten minutes accentuated her disgrace as she walked through the town, her raised arms causing her breasts to lift emphatically. She was hugely aware of strangers staring at her hot little bottom and her trimmed blonde pubes.

  At last they entered the Apparel Basement. 'Let's get you some pretty undies,' Roberta said.

  'Thought I was supposed to be celibate?' Kerri muttered.

  'Oh you are, my sweet - but that doesn't mean you never show your pants.' She went into a long drawer and brought out several packages. 'Diana, who you were with in the Dancing Bar, is on a celibacy ruling - but I see her little white panties at her ankles most weeks whilst the Squire applies the crop.'

  She looked out a pair of frilly lavender briefs and held them out to Kerri. 'Try these for size.'

  'I hate them,' Kerri said petulantly.

  'Of course you do - that's the whole point. You really don't understand this place yet, do you?' Roberta enquired.

  Kerri forced herself to meet the sterner woman's gaze. 'I understand that you want me to look bad.'

  'No, at times you deserve to feel stupid. The hope is that you'll reflect on how terrible it feels to be demeaned, then you'll realise the terrible wrong that you did Jeff.'

  Here we go again, Kerri thought mutinously. She was sick of hearing about bloody Jeff Rendell. Anyone would think the man had a halo. But she remembered she was trying to work the system so simply murmured 'I see. I'll wear the pants.'

  She put them on then yelped as Roberta ran her hands over her newly-covered arse.

  'I have to check on the fit,' the seamstress said, repeating the gesture. Kerri quivered as Roberta ran her hands over her pantied buttocks again and again. 'Yes, they'll do. Take them off,' she said at last.

  'And I put them into the laundry whenever I like?' Kerri asked, trying to pretend the molestation hadn't just taken place.

  'Yes, or leave them in your laundry basket and a laundry worker will come to your room and get them twice a week.'

  Roberta opened another package and held out a pair of clinging black briefs. 'Here's a nice whorish pair for days when you've been a dirty little girl.'

  Blushing Kerri tried them on only to find that the back consisted of two holes where her buttocks stuck out.

  'Very fetish-like,' she commented sourly then gasped as Roberta began to fondle her again.

  'I don't like to be touched,' she muttered.

  Roberta slid her hand between Kerri's labial lips. 'Oh, I think you do, love,' she said.

  Damn it, she must have gotten wet when watching Dale strip off. It was nothing to do with Roberta touching her. But she couldn't prove it. 'Can I just get my clothes and go?' she asked.

  'All in good time,' Roberta smiled. 'It's not often that I have a naked young woman in my basement who has been bad to my very best friend.'

  'Jeff's your best friend?' Kerri felt the tiny hairs on her arms stand on end.

  'Of course. He rescued me from depressing prison work, from the British weather - and gave me a beautiful home here in sunny California.' She pulled down Kerri's black pants, caressing her inner thighs at the same time. 'Oh, and I now have a career that I love.'

  'Fitting women with underwear?' Kerri queried.

  'And making entire outfits. Oh, it's not on a par with the recruitment work you did, but it's a step up for me.'

  Kerri stilled at the mention of her previous life. 'How much do you know about my work back home?' she asked.

  'Enough to know that you deserve a damn good hiding,' Roberta said then put a finger to her lips indicating that the subject was at an end.

  When she'd finally made Kerri try on fourteen pairs of panties, she moved on to peephole and push up bras. Each time she fondled Kerri's breasts and nipples. 'Good girl. We'll get these tits raised nice and high to please the residents of Alpineglow,' she murmured mockingly. Kerri cried out as her mammaries were pulled up and apart in various strange bras and corsets. 'Would you rather we left your breasts naked?' Roberta asked.

  'I guess not,' Kerri said, anxious to avoid yet another nude punishment walk.

  It was time for her to be fitted for her four outfits. Again and again, Roberta took full advantage of her nudity, fingering her silken thighs and pubic mound and even brushing her hand down the folds of her vulva. She also insisted that Kerri bend over whilst wearing trousers to make sure she could assume the position for the cane.

  'I'm being a model citizen now so no one will have any reason to reprimand me,' Kerri muttered.

  'Jeff decides if you've improved or not. Self-appraisal counts for nothing,' the former prison warden replied.

  'But he could make up reasons to... to chasten me,' Kerri objected, finding the subject hard to talk about.

  'He won't though. Unlike you, he's fair,' Roberta replied. She looked Kerri up and down. 'Alright,
let's get these trousers off.'

  Blushing, Kerri pulled her cotton trews down.

  'And your knickers,' Roberta continued.

  Kerri hesitated. 'Can't I keep them on?'

  'No, I have to make sure that the gusset hasn't been digging into your crack,' Roberta said, the words accompanied by a widening smirk.

  'They're fine,' Kerri protested.

  'Strip,' the seamstress said. 'Unless you want reacquainted with the ferula right now.'

  Hastily the younger girl removed her pants. Then she stood there, naked, wondering what Roberta was going to do to her next.

  'I'll just make sure the cotton hasn't been riding up,' Roberta said and pulled Kerri's labial leaves apart, revealing her pink entrance. 'Let's give this bit a nice long check up,' she continued, caressing the sensitive lips.

  The rush of lust was intense and the younger girl clenched her teeth together determined not to betray signs of pleasure. She continued to grind her molars as Roberta played with her clit.

  'The panties were fine,' she muttered, trying to move away.

  'I'll decide that, my dear.' Roberta tapped warningly at the ferula which hung from her belt. She continued to fondle Kerri's vulva until she let out an unwilling moan. 'Sorry? Did I hurt you?' She took her hand away and Kerri stared at her numbly, part of her wanting the stimulus to continue until she came. 'I have to go to the shoemakers now. I'll be back within fifteen minutes. There's a small kitchen off the upholstery room where you can make yourself a drink.'

  It wasn't a drink she needed, Kerri thought as the other woman left - it was a long rippling orgasm. She'd have time to give herself one now.

  Bending over the table, the twenty-six year old put her right hand back and found her clitoris, began circling the outside of it. Roberta's numerous caresses had already brought her close to the edge. She thought of Dale thrusting into Diana, of Dale's muscular bottom and the way that the Squire had applied the whip to it.

  Almost, almost... She remembered Roberta's big hands on her nipples but pushed away the thought. Almost, almost... Her mind now filled with the image of the warden teasing her inner thighs and she came long and hard. She forced her usual orgasmic wails back down, terrified that Roberta might be lurking nearby and would hear.