Below the Belt

by Sarah Veitch

  'Oh well, we'll just have to switch the clever little trestle on again for a few frustrating minutes,' the doctor replied, indicating for Alan to reactivate the machine.

  Again, the pulsations made themselves known to Kerri's clit. Again she moaned and writhed as her body began to peak. Seconds before she went over the edge into rippling ecstasy, the she-devil switched off the incredible pleasure source.

  'Alright, I agree to do what I'm told! Just let me come,' Kerri begged. The trestle was switched on and she soon carolled her way to a prolonged intense orgasm, rubbing her groin into the origin of her enjoyment as she came.

  Thereafter she was given five minutes to recover then unbound and helped to her feet.

  'Now it's time for you to give someone else as much pleasure as you've just enjoyed,' the sexologist explained.

  The door opened and Kerri turned towards it, expecting to see the man that she was to service. Instead, Matron led in a bare young woman. The girl's face was streaked with tears.

  'She tried to run away, doctor, and has just been punished publicly,' Matron said. 'Her correction would have ended there but she tried to bribe an overseer with sexual favours so as an additional punishment Jeff said I had to bring her here.'

  'That seems fitting,' the doctor replied, nodding sagely. 'And young Kerri here has agreed to stimulate her wanton clitoris.'

  'Did I hell,' Kerri muttered, taking a step back. She'd been prepared to please a man and even enjoy the feeling of power that bringing him to orgasm could bring her - but lesbianism had never held a place in her fantasies.

  Matron turned to the humbled girl. 'Maris, show your new friends your admonished arse.'

  The girl blushed but obeyed the matriarch, turning to reveal her small oval buttocks. Kerri winced in sympathy as she saw their hot scarlet shade. Darker ruby stripes overlaid the redness, showing where the girl had been recently caned.

  'Kerri, would you like your own bottom to match Maris's?' Matron asked archly.

  'No, Matron,' Kerri replied hastily.

  'Then lick her clit whenever we tell you to,' the older woman said.

  As Kerri watched, they pushed Maris onto all fours and told her to stay that way, her posterior pointing in Kerri's direction.

  'Now, Kerri, you kneel behind her and lick her labial lips,' the sexologist said.

  'How long for?' Kerri queried, trying to delay the start of this licking.

  'Until we tell you to stop,' the doctor explained.

  Resolutely avoiding their displeasure, Kerri crouched behind the girl. Up close she could see that her taut thighs were gently quivering.

  'Please don't do this to me,' she said.

  'Lick now, Kerri,' Alan ordered with obvious glee. Fearing a beating, Kerri lapped at the stranger's sex lips. 'Keep going,' Alan urged, 'or...' Kerri knew without looking round that he was touching his belt.

  She licked. Maris moaned. She forced herself to keep licking and licking. At some point Maris's deep breathing and soft groans changed to wails and Kerri realised that the other girl had come.

  'Bad girl. You weren't given permission to climax,' Matron said with her usual mock-outrage. 'You'll have to go over my lap again.'

  Maris whimpered some more. Kerri sat back on her haunches and watched as the punishment scene unfolded. She felt sorry that Maris was facing additional spanking but was very glad that it wasn't happening to her.

  Matron's palm rose and fell, rose and fell. Maris squealed and kicked and made all sorts of garbled promises. After another five minutes her arse looked like a little glowing beacon that jerked up and down.

  'Get on all fours again, Maris,' Matron said matter of factly. 'Kerri, position yourself behind.'

  Hell, did she really have to lick this girl again? Kerri daren't protest in case Matron or Alan took umbrage. The sexologist was the only one who didn't seem particularly sadistic, was confining herself to watching closely and taking notes.

  Snivelling, Maris got back into the doggy position and Kerri bent to lap her labia, realising that this time it was soaking. She moved her mouth to avoid the liquid excesses then obediently licked. Somewhat to her surprise, Maris orgasmed again within two or three minutes and was soon upended across Matron's knee.

  By the time she'd had this latest spanking, Maris was sobbing bitterly. Kerri sat back and watched, wondering if she'd have to lick the girl a third time. Could the American's posterior take much more? She was still lying across Matron's lap, the older woman caressing her conflagrant cheeks.

  'I'll bet you're very angry with Kerri for making you come,' Alan said conversationally to the weeping girl.

  Kerri stiffened, suddenly realising where this was going.

  Maris nodded. 'She licked so hard that I couldn't help myself. She's really cruel.'

  'She's ensured you have a very hot bum, hasn't she?' Matron added, stroking the girl's anguished contours some more.

  Maris hiccupped and nodded. Kerri looked longingly at the door, wishing that she could tiptoe out of it. But she had nowhere to hide.

  'Would you like to spank Kerri now?' Alan continued. 'She's been a very naughty girl so I'm allowed to punish her all day today. I'd be happy to lend her to you for half an hour.'

  'Me? I get to spank her?' Maris clarified, twisting her head back to stare at Alan and sounding surprised.

  'Why not? It'll be doubly humiliating for her being chastened by a stranger,' Alan said.

  'But I've been good,' Kerri muttered red-facedly.

  'No matter how good you are today, you deserve to be thrashed for swapping the birches and cock-teasing me,' Alan explained.

  'I know, but... don't I at least deserve some privacy?' Kerri enquired. She couldn't bear the thought of being corrected by Maris whilst Alan, the doctor and Matron all stared.

  'Privacy? You birched me in the grounds outside my work,' Alan reminded her. 'Oh, and you called in your friend Jade to cause me additional pain.'

  'I'm really sorry, Master,' Kerri muttered, knowing that she wasn't cutting any ice with the impassive Alan and that she'd have to go over this young girl's knee.

  'Have my seat,' Matron said to Maris, lowering her gently to the ground then standing up so that they could change places.

  Maris sat down then cried out and jumped up again.

  'Ah, we forgot how sore your bum is. I'll fetch you the bottomless seat instead,' Matron said kindly and did just that. Kerri watched, amazed at the older woman's strength as she carried over the heavy wooden chair. The chair really did have a hole where the sitter's buttocks would normally rest.

  Maris sat down gingerly then smiled. 'That's a lot better.'

  'We aim to please,' Matron said. Her eyes narrowed as she stared at Kerri. 'Though sometimes we aim to punish instead.'

  'I guess that's your idea of gainful employment,' Kerri replied archly, deciding to give up being obsequious. After all, acting humble wasn't doing her much good.

  'Lie over Maris's lap, there's a good girl,' Matron continued.

  'And what if I don't?' Kerri asked.

  Matron's eyes narrowed to cruel slits. 'Intransigence always earns an even harsher punishment.'

  'Intransigence?' Kerri spat out, hating everything about this condescending bitch. 'That's a big word for a prole.'

  The moment she said it she wished she hadn't, for it wasn't only Matron that looked displeased.

  'We should demean her physically for demeaning you emotionally, Matron,' the sexologist said.

  'She doesn't respect anyone. I reckon she only respects money,' Alan cut in angrily.

  'What's a prole?' Maris asked in her upbeat American voice. The others told her and she looked shocked. 'Since when was that such a bad thing? I'm from a blue collar background myself.'

  'Same here. Kerri's much too uppity for her own good,' Alan explained. 'But a good hard spanking from you will help re-educate her. Would you like one of the gloves with the reinforced palms?'

  Maris hesitated, pushing her long blonde hair from h
er eyes. 'Tell you what; I'll start by spanking her with my palm then move onto the glove.' She patted her lap. 'Come here little rich girl and squirm over my knee for a very long time.'

  Kerri stood up and approached the naked girl. She felt ridiculous, being equally naked. She reached the blonde's side then took a deep breath and bent over her knee. She put the palms of her hands on the floor and stretched her feet back as she'd been taught to do.

  'Her bum's still quite pink. Was she spanked earlier?' Maris asked.

  Alan explained about Kerri's various penalties.

  'I'll bet I can redden her harder than you did. I worked out every day when I lived in New York. I've got arm muscles like a wrestler,' Maris explained.

  She began to slap Kerri's upended arse and Kerri realised that she wasn't joking. Her palm lashed so hard that it felt like being spanked by a man. Knowing that Matron was watching keenly, Kerri concentrated on not crying out, though she couldn't help bucking and squirming under the prolonged onslaught.

  'Hey, she's a tough one,' the girl said after a few minutes of continued whacking. Kerri relaxed slightly as Maris stayed her hand. 'You're right - I need that reinforced glove you told me about,' the American continued, running an exploratory palm over Kerri's tenderised arse.

  Kerri tensed at the spanker's words. God, no. Her bottom was already smarting.

  'Please don't,' she entreated as the girl took the glove from Alan and slid it on.

  'You licked me hard when I asked you not to,' the New York girl countered. 'It's only right that I thrash you now.'

  She started to berate both soft orbs anew, whacking the central swell, the sides and the area closest to the dark divide. Kerri clenched her teeth together, determined not to show any reaction. But she couldn't help jerking as Maris reddened the receptive area where bottom meets thigh.

  Soon the heat reached a level that made keeping quiet impossible. 'Oh please, Maris,' she whispered, 'please, please, please, please, please.'

  'Please what?' Maris asked, spanking on and clearly enjoying herself.

  'Please stop. I'll do anything you want,' Kerri promised.

  'Like what? You've already brought me off with your tongue. Got any other offers?' the American asked.

  Kerri groaned loudly as she received more and more hard-gloved spanks. This bitch was just relentless. She tried to envisage an offer that would tempt Maris but the ongoing assault on her backside made it impossible to think.

  'Anything!' she repeated as the thrashing went on. 'Oh, I mean it. Anything!'

  'I could make a suggestion,' Alan said.

  Maris paused for a second then murmured 'I'd love to hear it.'

  Kerri listened to their plans and quivered anew.

  Chapter Twelve

  Alan and Maris finished their discussion then Maris urged Kerri to get down on the ground.

  'I like your idea, Alan, but let's carry it out in the park to humiliate her further,' she said.

  'Do you want to tow her there behind your trike? I can fetch her waist-rope,' Matron added, turning towards the door.

  How fucking helpful, Kerri thought. She glared at the older woman and the woman smiled ever so sweetly back.

  'No, the trike's at my house. We came here on the tandem. Let's put her on her lead for a change,' Alan replied and Matron hurried off to fetch that instead.

  A few minutes later Kerri found herself on her collar and leash, crawling towards Alpineglow's vast parklands. A few passers-by stopped to stare at her well-spanked hemispheres and two grinning girls asked her to give them a paw. Alan, who was holding the lead, insisted that Kerri proffered her right hand in a canine gesture, after which both girls patted her on the head.

  They reached the park and the adults walked around, Kerri still crawling on her leash, until they came to a group of four young men who were playing football. They stopped and called out to Alan and he greeted them all by name.

  'I hope you don't mind,' he said with mock apology, 'but Maris here has a full bladder and needs to let it all out.' He turned to Maris who was blushing, clearly embarrassed anew by her public nakedness. 'Just do it, love. The guys won't mind.'

  Maris swallowed hard several times then squatted. Nothing happened and she looked up at them helplessly.

  'Need assistance?' one of the men asked.

  'I could stroke your pussy to help coax the liquid out,' a second youth said.

  Maris shut her eyes and screwed up her face, clearly concentrating. Golden water flowed from her and disappeared into the grass.

  When she'd finished she looked at Kerri. 'Time to lick me clean, there's a good little dog.' She lay down on her back and spread her toned legs widely. 'Don't keep me waiting,' she added, 'unless you want to taste the reinforced glove again.'

  Shivering at the memory, Kerri crawled over to the waiting American. She hesitated then bent her head to the other girl's sex. Then she forced herself to lick, hating the faint taste of ammonia. The youths cheered.

  'I could give her a nice long drink from my bladder,' one of the boys said, considering.

  'We don't do that here,' Alan murmured. 'We save that for Zone Two.'

  Kerri sat back on her haunches at the mention of Zone Two. Why did other people know more about the other zone than she did? And how did people cope with living there if it was even more humiliating than this?

  'Does your dog carry newspapers in its mouth?' one of the youths asked as Kerri crawled away from Maris.

  'She could do. It would keep her quiet,' Alan replied. The boy took a paper from his jacket. 'Get the puppy to take this to my sister who lives next door to the library. Just put it through her letterbox.'

  Alan accepted the paper then looked assessingly at Kerri. She forced herself to look back. Then he turned to Maris. 'I've got a better idea. Fetch one of the strap-on baskets from the basket weave shop. We'll wait here.'

  Maris nodded and set off. Kerri cleared her throat then asked the million dollar question. 'Master, please, what's the basket for?'

  'I'm going to strap it to your back then you'll crawl about for the rest of the day like a pack horse. People can put things in your basket and you'll deliver them all.'

  'But they'll see me naked,' Kerri said, appalled at this latest development.

  'Really? I never thought of that,' Alan replied then smirked.

  Kerri rested in the sun for the next fifteen minutes until Maris returned carrying a large basket. She and Matron put it on Kerri's back. They then pulled the straps under Kerri's tummy and buckled them in place. The youth put his newspaper in the basket and Alan tugged at the leash, indicating that she should start crawling towards the library.

  It was yet another surreal episode in her life here at Alpineglow. On the one hand, the sunlight on her bare flesh was nice and the grass she was crawling over was sweetly scented plus her knee and palm pads ensured that she didn't hurt herself. On the other hand, she felt ridiculous being treated like a pony and her punished posterior still ached. She was also hugely aware of Matron walking by her side and encouraging people to put things into the basket on her back.

  Soon she reached the house beside the library and Alan put the newspaper into her mouth so that she could manipulate it through the letterbox. 'Someone's put shoes in here,' he said peering into the basket. 'So I guess your next destination is the cobblers. I'll lead the way.'

  Fighting back the urge to say something rude, Kerri followed him on all fours to the little store. This was her first visit to this part of Alpineglow. Belatedly she realised how much the town had to offer and how admirable the architecture was. Not that she had much time to stand and stare, not with gloating residents giving her deliveries to make.

  Just before midnight Alan took her back to her cell. To her surprise, Jeff was waiting there, sitting on the end of her bed.

  'You've had a long day. You can have tomorrow off work,' he said, looking at her kindly.

  Too exhausted to smile, Kerri nodded her thanks.

  'And if y
ou fancy a night out, we're showing a film at the cinema tomorrow,' Jeff continued. He set down a small piece of paper. 'It's held in the Community Centre. I've drawn you a map.'

  'Thanks,' Kerri muttered, privately doubting if she'd ever want to walk anywhere again during this lifetime. She lay down on the bed, still wearing her palm and knee pads, and almost immediately slid into a very deep sleep.

  The next day was like previous post-punishment days in that she lay about in the gardens on her stomach, read a little and drank lots of tea and mineral water. She also ate a healthy number of the snacks from her hostess trolley and little fridge. By evening she was restless and decided to go to the cinema as Jeff had suggested.

  It was a mellow evening, for the valley seemed to trap the day's heat. Nevertheless, Kerri shivered as she remembered the freezing late night temperature of the surrounding mountains. She could never escape from here so had to make the best of things.

  At last she reached the Community Centre and found the room that they optimistically called the cinema. Several other residents were sitting in the well-upholstered seats, some eating from bowls of popcorn. She scanned their relaxed features but didn't recognise any of them.

  The film titles rolled and she realised that she'd seen it back in Britain. Waiting until the others were engrossed in the storyline, Kerri slipped away.

  It was dark when she tiptoed outside. She looked from left to right, wondering where the Dancing Bar was located. After yesterday's ordeal she could really use a drink.

  Whistling the theme music from the film, the twenty-six year old began strolling along the sidewalk. She was passing a rectangular building when she saw two shadows - one clearly male and the other female - darkening the blinds.

  Curious, Kerri stopped. She watched as the figures moved further back into the room. What were they up to? She walked silently forward then crouched down on her haunches so that she could see through the two inch gap under the blind. Someone had opened the window at the bottom and had forgotten to pull the blind fully down again, making it a Peeping Tom's Paradise.