Below the Belt

by Sarah Veitch

  Kerri cried out as her orgasm began, the waves of ecstasy encompassing her entire sex and rippling up her belly. She lapsed into guttural half barks as her climax went on and on. She could feel the tongue moving harder than ever, lapping out the incredible sweetness. Eventually the most intense pleasure faded and the strong post-orgasmic contractions took hold.

  'Stop,' Alan said to Jade. Jade wriggled out from beneath Kerri and stared up at her. Kerri gazed dazedly back. 'Give her a few minutes to recover,' Alan continued, 'then she's to be punished for her earlier transgression when she persuaded you to stop tonguing her.'

  Kerri's spirits sank. She looked imploringly at Alan but he was gazing at the implements which lined the Chamber. She glanced at Jade but her friend was inspecting her own posterior and rubbing it ruefully. Kerri was aware of Matron standing before her but she ignored the older woman and stared straight ahead.

  'Can I punish Kerri?' Matron asked.

  Alan hesitated. 'She mocked me earlier today so I really want to take her in hand myself.'

  'I can appreciate that - but you'll have her all day tomorrow and you know how good I am at re-educating bad girls,' the matriarch replied.

  Alan looked at both women then nodded. 'Okay, do your worst to her nether regions. I'll watch.'

  Matron turned to Jade. 'Unbind your friend and bring her to me.' Matron then walked over to a broad armless chair and sat down. Jade hastened to obey, unfastening Kerri from the pulleys with indecent speed.

  'For pity's sake, take your time,' Kerri muttered. 'I've no wish to have that old crow humiliating me again.'

  'Not my problem,' Jade muttered from between clenched teeth. 'You've gotten me in enough trouble today.'

  She pulled Kerri to her feet, grabbed her nearest arm and led her over to Matron. Knowing that to run away would just earn her further retribution, Kerri allowed herself to be led.

  Matron smiled without warmth as both girls approached. 'Have you been a naughty girl, Kerri?'

  'Yes, Matron,' Kerri muttered, her ignominy increasing.

  'Then bend over my knee for a thorough spanking,' Matron said.

  Fearing that she would die of shame, Kerri walked to the seated woman's side and looked at her lap. Then she faltered.

  'Go over now or I'll get Alan and Jade to hold you down,' the former prison warden said.

  Kerri swallowed hard then reluctantly obeyed. The woman's lap was much warmer than she'd envisaged and she could feel her tummy rubbing against Matron's cavernous apron, its pocket containing the large wooden spoon.

  She trembled as the older woman stroked her recently-chastened globes.

  'They're already very sore, aren't they, my dear?'

  'Yes, Matron,' Kerri forced out.

  'So what exactly's been done to them, my sweet?'

  Kerri thought back. 'I was birched outside.' She remembered jogging behind the trike back to Alan's house. 'Then I tasted the belt and...' She broke off, overcome with humiliation.

  'I can see it hurts but it clearly doesn't hurt enough or you'd have mended your ways,' Matron said.

  How could she explain how exquisite Jade's tongue had been? Did she want to talk about desire to this horrible woman? More important, would the old bitch even care? There had been a personality clash between herself and Matron from the start and Kerri knew the middle-aged woman was just itching for an excuse to punish her hard.

  She tried not to writhe with shame as the disciplinarian caressed her pinkened globes. The hellish heat that the belt had brought to them had faded but they still felt very tender. She was dreading the moment when Matron began to spank. For five long minutes Matron stroked and palpated her helpless cheeks, admiring their pretty hotness. Kerri was just wondering if this was the extent of her punishment when the woman raised her strong right hand and brought it smartly down.

  Kerri gasped as the earlier pain was reawakened. She gasped again as the large hand made its presence felt on her neighbouring cheek. The spanker started to smack each centimetre of her upturned buttocks, her palm rising and falling incredibly fast.

  'Sorry... please... didn't mean,' Kerri forced out, wriggling across the woman's nylon-clad knees. Ignoring her, Matron continued spanking. 'Didn't mean... Ah! Ow! Apologies,' Kerri continued, impotently kicking her heels. Her gaze vaguely registered the patterned linoleum, but her main concentration was reserved for the pain in her seat.

  Matron spanked on and on and on. She seemed to have a tireless right arm. She seemed to have a palm that was impervious to contact. She was equally unmoved by Kerri's increasingly desperate squeals.

  The twenty-six year old's bottom was a raging inferno by the time the older woman stopped. Kerri couldn't stop whimpering.

  'Alan, do you want to walk her home on a leash?' she asked.

  Kerri watched as Alan approached. 'No, she can run home behind my trike so just attach the rope to her waist and tie her hands behind her back.'

  'Alright, but ride slowly. She's tired out,' Matron warned.

  'I'll soon liven her up when I get her back to my place,' Alan said with an evil laugh.

  Matron pushed Kerri gently to her knees then looked over at the youth. 'No, she's had enough for tonight.'

  'But she hasn't been reprimanded yet for coming without my permission.'

  'You can punish her for that tomorrow. Tonight she sleeps,' Matron said.

  Kerri remained on her knees, breathing hard and fast.

  'Stand up,' Alan said curtly. 'It's time you were shackled to my bike.' Moments later he was towing her through Alpineglow's streets, pedestrians leering and jeering at her reddened arse.

  Back at his house, Alan let her eat a light supper then showed her to the guest room where she slept deeply on her side.

  The next morning he woke her and showed her where the bathroom was then let her eat breakfast.

  'Now it's time for your punishment,' he said with obvious relish. 'Matron suggested I tan your arse with this slipper as it's unlikely to break the skin.'

  'Please, not too hard. It still hurts from yesterday,' Kerri whispered, meaning it.

  'Oh? Then the least I can do is make a full inspection,' Alan said. He stared at the long T-shirt she'd worn as a nightie. 'Lift your shirt up above your buttocks then bend over my lap.'

  Gritting her teeth at this latest ignominy, Kerri obeyed the monkey-like man. He seemed determined to make each disparaging act last as long as possible so took an age to push her shirt further up her back. Then he began to palm her with increasing severity, asking 'Does this hurt? And this? And this?'

  'Yes, Master,' Kerri repeated each time, wincing and squirming. Her entire being was flooded with shame.

  'Quit the play acting. You're hardly a war casualty,' Alan said. He hesitated. 'I'd planned to slipper you myself but now I'm thinking about calling Matron in for a second opinion.'

  Kerri quivered anew at the prospect. 'The pain's abating, Master. Please slipper me,' she forced out, determined to avoid the old bitch being brought back.

  Alan fondled her globes some more. 'But Matron may want to see the aftermath of last night's spanking.'

  'Please slipper me now, Master,' Kerri said again, a note of desperation entering her voice.

  'Very well, seeing as you're beseeching so prettily,' Alan replied. He pushed her from his lap. 'Walk before me to the settee in the lounge and bend over the back of it.'

  Aware of his eyes roaming over her naked parts, Kerri hastened to obey. She found the settee was low and that bending over it forced her bare buttocks outwards.

  'Hold the position or you'll get double,' Alan said.

  Kerri pushed her fingers into the soft material of the settee and tensed her calves, willing herself to stay in place.

  Alan walked around until he stood in front of the long couch. 'Kiss the slipper and beg forgiveness,' he murmured throatily.

  Kerri pressed her lips to the size-twelve sole. She was very aware of Alan walking behind her again and of the air currents changing as he
raised the lambaster. Suddenly the sole lashed across the centre of her exposed rotundities, bringing a large shock of warmth.

  Kerri yelped and almost jumped up but forced herself to stay in place. As if testing her, Alan immediately repeated the lashing, the smooth surface berating most of her buttock flesh.

  Kerri hadn't known that a slippering could hurt so much. As the beating continued, she drummed her feet on the floor and shook her lower body from side to side in a futile attempt to displace some of the fire.

  'Bad girl. Stay still or I'll thrash you harder,' Alan said.

  'So hot... really hurts...' Kerri muttered from between her clenched teeth.

  'Second inspection of the day,' Alan said, letting the slipper fall to the ground. Kerri began to straighten but he guided her back into place. 'No, stay where you are. Just spread your legs further for me.'

  Blushing, Kerri did as she was told. She whimpered as she felt his rough hand skimming over her heated contours, bringing increased discomfort to her chastened parts.

  After long moments, he picked up the slipper again. 'I don't think that arse has had nearly enough punishment yet,' he said, considering. Kerri cringed against the back of the couch.

  'Master, how much more do I have to bear?' she whispered, twisting her head to look pleadingly back at him.

  'How much more of the birch would you have given me if I'd come without permission yesterday?' Alan enquired.

  Not knowing what to say to make things right, Kerri lowered her lids and kept quiet.

  'Assume the position properly,' Alan continued and she faced the front again and bent more fully over the settee.

  It might have been her imagination, but she felt he lay on the slipper harder than he had before. Leastways, it seared into her sentient cheeks, causing her to cry out in anguish. She jerked and shifted her feet and almost let go of the couch several times as he walloped her with increasing zeal.

  'Oh sir - Master, just stop for a few minutes. I'll do anything,' Kerri wailed, jerking back and forth.

  Clearly determined to have the last word, Alan laid on three more strokes then she felt him tease the slipper over her anguished arse. 'Anything?' he repeated provocatively.

  Kerri remembered how he'd hardened in her palm before. 'I beg permission to please you with my hand, Master,' she said.

  'Is your hand all that's on offer?' She could tell by the shift in the air that he'd raised the slipper again.

  'No, Master, I plead to please you with my mouth,' she said humbly, deciding that it was better to fellate him than be flogged.

  'I don't want your mouth - it tells lies and talks self-serving nonsense,' the youth said contemptuously. He paused. 'But I might want to avail myself of your shy little pussy. What would you think of that?'

  Kerri hesitated, sensing a trap. Matron and Jeff had said she was to remain celibate. Maybe this man wanted her to offer him her sex, then he'd beat her for being prepared to break the rules.

  'Master, I'd be honoured to open myself to you,' she said with difficulty, 'but wouldn't I be breaking the celibacy rule?' She risked a quick look round at Alan but his features were unreadable.

  'I won't tell if you won't,' he said.

  Kerri paused.

  'So what's it to be, a hotter arse or a damn good fucking?' the youth asked crudely.

  Kerri cringed inside at his words but forced herself to meet his gaze. He owned her for the day so she was determined to be diplomatic. 'A damn good fucking please, Master,' she said.

  'Good girl. Walk before me into the conservatory,' he ordered.

  Aware, once again, that he was assessing her reddened haunches, the twenty-six year old walked obediently in front of him. She reached the conservatory and was glad to see that it was lined with sprawling green and yellow foliage. It would make it harder for anyone passing to see her break the rules.

  'Which way do you want me?' she murmured looking around at the various bamboo seats and occasional coffee tables.

  Alan cast his hand towards the pieces of occasional furniture. 'Push them out of the way so that I can lie in the centre of the floor.'

  Kerri did so, wondering what he had in mind. When she'd pushed everything closer to the glass walls he lay down on his back and edged his trousers and boxer shorts off. His cock stood up like a sentry.

  'Make me come, bitch,' he said.

  Kerri stared at him in surprise.

  'Unless you'd rather taste the slipper again?' he enquired.

  'No, Master.' Quickly she approached him. Then she touched herself between her legs, wondering what to do about lubrication. To her surprise, she found she was already wet. During the night she'd had erotic dreams about tongues licking her and must have orgasmed in her sleep.

  One thing was certain - this simian bastard didn't turn her on. But she was his for the day and was determined to avoid further censure. Forcing herself to smile, she knelt over him, spread her labial lips apart then centred her vulva above his cock.

  'I want you to really work at this,' he said coolly. 'If you fail to give satisfaction I'll give you the soundest thrashing you've ever had.'

  'Yes, Master,' Kerri answered, forcing her gaze to meet his. She sank down on his hardness and was pleased when his mouth grimaced with rapture. She watched his gaze shift to focus on her gently undulating tits.

  'Keep working,' Alan said.

  Kerri realised belatedly that he wasn't going to participate at all, not even to thrust his hips up slightly. She had to lift herself and bring her vulva down on him again and again.

  Soon her arms began to tire and her movements lessened.

  'I really think she wants another bum-reddening,' Alan said matter of factly and Kerri squealed out her denials and renewed her thrusting down. She ground her hips against him as hard as she could, bringing increased friction to his cock.

  At last his eyes closed and his lips went slack and she realised that he was nearing Nirvana. Going for a Grand Finale, Kerri lifted and pushed, lifted and pushed, lifted and pushed.

  The youth came, groaning loud and long. She kept pumping her hips, aware that the movement was bringing increased heat to her already-chastened contours. Determined to avoid further sessions with the slipper she thrust down and down and down.

  At last he pushed her away. 'Alright, I'm finished with you for now. Go clean yourself up and rest.'

  An hour later he walked back into the guest bedroom. Kerri had been half dozing on her tummy but now turned quickly on her side.

  'No, let me see. It's third inspection time,' Alan mocked.

  Hating every second, Kerri rolled onto her stomach so that he could examine her nether parts.

  'Mm, still quite hot,' he said, laying his hands on them. 'But they've faded to pink rather than red.'

  'They still hurt, Master,' Kerri told him truthfully, fearing a further slippering.

  'Good, they deserve to. Now let's take a little ride to show you off,' Alan replied.

  Kerri waited for him to put a rope around her waist and tow her behind his trike but instead he led her to the bike shed and wheeled out a tandem.

  'I go in front,' he explained, 'and you sit behind so that people can admire your arse.' He got onto the front saddle and Kerri got awkwardly onto the rear. The sorest part of her buttocks stuck to the seat and as soon as the tandem started to bump along the road her pain intensified. 'Stand up on the pedals every time we pass someone,' Alan warned.

  Knowing what awaited her if she displeased him, Kerri obediently revealed herself to each pavement walker, her breasts jiggling in time to her chagrined actions. In turn, Alpineglow's pedestrians laughed and waved. Alan even stopped twice to talk to youths he knew, both of whom took their time weighing Kerri's full tits and caressing her other charms.

  Soon they reached a building that she recognised, the Sexology Unit.

  'As you're so free with your sexual favours I've decided to hire you out here for the afternoon,' Alan said.

  'Yes, Master,' Kerri murmured
with false obsequiousness. Her spirits lifted as she realised he must be leaving her here. 'Will you come back to collect me later, sir?' she enquired.

  Alan smiled knowingly. 'There's no need for that. I intend to remain and watch you perform tricks.'

  What kind of tricks? Was she expected to sell her body to men like a street walker would? Kerri followed him into the Unit. They entered a room that she recognised. She also recognised the white-coated sexologist, a woman that she'd met here before.

  'Ah, Kerri - the last time we met you were an impromptu visitor,' the doctor said lightly. 'But I hear you're to be my patient this time.'

  'I wouldn't bet on it,' Kerri murmured, unsure what lay in store.

  The woman turned to Alan. 'I understood that you'd been giving her a prolonged punishment for some earlier trickery, but she doesn't seem very accommodating - and as you know, I'm completing a study of enforced submission. Let's tie her to the Teasing Trestle till she promises to do as she's told.'

  Kerri mumbled an expletive as the two adults gripped firmly at her arms and marched her to a long padded bed with various straps attached to it. They bound her on her tummy, the straps going over her arms, waist, thighs and feet.

  'Start the power on level two,' the sexologist murmured. Alan bent and flicked a switch close to Kerri's head. Immediately the lower half of the trestle began to vibrate, sending erotic tremors through her pubis. After a few moments she was breathing hard and about to come.

  'Switch it off,' the doctor ordered. Alan did so.

  Kerri groaned. 'But miss, I was so close to...'

  'Exactly. We'll let you orgasm if you promise to do what you're told.'

  'What do you want me to do?' Kerri queried, trying to chafe her Venusian mount against the couch to re-ignite the pleasure.

  'That's for me to know and you to find out,' the sexologist said.

  'I can't sign up for something so vague,' Kerri protested, wishing that she wasn't naked and strapped down on her belly. She had so little bargaining power this way.