by Sarah Veitch
'Try to resist at least a little, dear. After all, you only get six minutes respite after your orgasm before we repeat our little test.'
'If you could turn off the power for even a moment?' Anya pleaded.
'And stop your floor show?' the sexologist retorted. She looked at the girl more closely. 'Maybe if you were to tell me honestly how you feel about this I could give you ten minutes respite between sessions.'
Anya hesitated, then clearly decided to obey her Mistress. 'The pleasure's going right up me.'
'Up your cunt. Let's use the proper names for your private parts,' the sexologist interjected.
'Like the pleasure's pulsing right up my cunt, Miss,' Anya shamefully said.
'And?' the older woman prompted.
'And,' Anya squirmed some more, 'and then the excitement spreads all up my front.'
'You mean it spreads to your hot little clit,' her Mistress replied.
Anya grunted, clearly close to being overwhelmed by some new rapture. Her toes splayed out on the floor.
'You're a slippery little creature, aren't you?' the sexologist said. 'I can see you gaping and glistening.'
Giving a final gasp of shame and sexual saturation, the dark-haired girl pushed wildly down onto the machine. Her groaning intensified then she cried out gutturally into the room. Her cries were protracted and strangely primitive and were accompanied by a grinding movement as she pushed her vulva against the vibrating power. It was one of the longest and loudest orgasms that Kerri had ever witnessed and she craved identical pleasure, whilst pitying Anya's humiliated stance.
'Right, ten minutes rest for you,' the sexologist said, untying her feet and hands and helping her back over to the nearest couch.
It was time for Kerri to move on. She spent the next half-hour peeping into various late night workshops and houses but just saw people enjoying animated conversations or relaxing with a book.
Slightly disappointed that the live entertainment had ended for the night, Kerri made her way back to her cell. Still, she'd had an interesting evening and enjoyed some freedom. She was pleased that she was bucking the system at last.
Chapter Thirteen
The next day Kerri was walking towards the library to start her first ever shift there when a voice boomed out over the tannoy system.
'Will residents please make their way to the market square?'
Kerri's natural instinct was to ignore the request, but the pedestrians before her all turned in the direction of the public forum. After a seconds hesitation she tagged along.
For the next fifteen minutes more and more residents arrived. Some must have come straight from the shower as their hair was damply plastered to their heads.
At last everyone was seated - though two red-bottomed girls opted to kneel instead - and a man that Kerri hadn't seen before took centre stage.
'I'm sorry to take up your time, ladies and gentlemen,' he said sagely, 'but last night several residents of Alpineglow were disturbed by that most pernicious of creatures, a Peeping Tom.'
Two of the younger girls giggled but some of the older women looked particularly perturbed.
'One of us?' a youth asked anxiously.
'Well, there have been no planes here recently so it can't be a stranger if that's what you mean,' another resident replied.
'We have a few eyewitness statements,' the man with the microphone cut in. 'Several people saw a slim, small, dark-haired figure running through the streets.'
'Sounds like a woman,' a portly male said.
'Surely a female wouldn't peep through windows for sexual thrills?' the woman sitting next to him asked.
For the first time Kerri realised that the Peeping Tom they were referring to was herself.
'Women can be as psychologically confused as men,' the tannoy-operator said. 'That's why we want the culprit to know that they aren't necessarily in trouble. If they come forward now we'll get them the required psychological help.'
What help? She was as sane as the rest of them. Kerri scowled at the man's words. She'd just been curious. She had a voyeuristic streak just like everyone else.
'Maybe it was a young man who doesn't yet have the courage to lose his virginity,' a vivacious blonde girl suggested.
'That's unlikely,' tannoy man replied. 'I mean, we have such a spirit of openness here that anyone can walk into our sexology labs and watch the action. Why would a person lurk in the shadows unless they were ashamed of their desires?'
Most people nodded. Kerri forced her own head into an up and down movement. She'd never admit to being the miscreant.
'Step forward now or it becomes a punitive offence,' the man said. No one stepped forward though the girls with the whipped arses shifted about on their knees in apparent sympathy. 'Very well, David - show the residents your evidence,' the microphone-holder continued, turning to his left.
For the first time Kerri focused on the man to one side of the speaker. Fuck, it was the overseer who had paddled Louise and strapped her into the hot seat last night.
'I was videotaping an after-work punishment session,' the man called David explained, 'and caught this Peeping Tom in the frame. I've taken a printout. Is she here?'
Both men looked at the printout then held it up and scanned the crowd. In turn, each member of the crowd looked at the rows of people around them. Before long, more and more of them were staring at Kerri. 'It's her!' a suntanned youth yelled.
Several of the eyewitnesses nodded. 'Yes, it's her,' a woman said. I recognise the hair - very stylish.'
'And the way she holds herself especially erect,' another observer said.
'Step forward,' the man ordered.
Slowly, Kerri stood up and approached him, forcing her eyes to meet his. His gaze was one of indifference.
'I'm not disturbed,' she said to no one in particular. 'I was coming back from the cinema and just felt bored.'
'So why not knock and ask to be admitted to Louise's punishment?' the overseer, David, cut in.
Kerri shrugged. 'I guess I didn't want you watching me.'
'You'd rather frighten people by becoming a menacing shadow?'
He painted a very undesirable picture and for a moment Kerri was lost for words.
'It wasn't my intention to scare.'
'Yet your actions scared people.'
'I just didn't think...'
'And isn't that why Jeff had you brought here in the first place, because you act impulsively instead of thinking and end up causing untold harm?'
There was no answer to that - at least, none that she could think of in real time with everybody watching. Kerri toed the ground with her sandaled feet and settled for a sullen shrug.
'You like to watch others? Then it's only fair that they get to watch you,' the tannoy-operator said. He turned to the overseer. 'Take her to the glass room in the Bath House. And switch on the sound system so that those outside can hear - as well as see - what's going on.'
'And do I sort her out when I get there?' David asked neutrally. Several members of the crowd shouted out their suggestions.
'No, I'll speak to Jeff and find out whose presence she'd find most shameful,' the tannoy man said.
Kerri held her head high as the overseer marched her away from the square. Her stomach quivered as she realised that people were following. 'Work is suspended for the next two hours to watch the Peeping Tom, Kerri, being publicly shamed,' the loudspeaker voice explained.
All too soon they reached an ornamental arched building with the words Public Baths etched into its facade. They entered and walked past several doors until they came to a glass one. The overseer ushered her through and Kerri realised she'd entered the equivalent of a giant goldfish bowl. Already residents had pulled up seats outside the glass walls and were smiling in.
The room held a punishment trestle, various implements and an enormous round glass bath filled with water. The air was refreshingly scented with geranium.
'Now we just wait for your private bather. Jef
f's going to make the most appropriate choice,' the overseer explained.
'I can't wait,' Kerri replied sarcastically, trying to disguise her humiliation. She wondered if it would be Matron they sent - or even Jeff himself.
Seconds later she knew the answer - Roberta arrived. She watched the former prison warden enter the glass room and remembered how the lesbian had fingered her most private parts.
'Is the loudspeaker on?' Roberta asked.
The overseer nodded. 'Yes, you're wired for sound. Want me to leave now?'
'No, David, sit in the far corner of the bath in case she's a bad girl and I need your assistance,' the butch-looking woman replied.
David quickly shucked off his clothes, only retaining his boxer shorts. Kerri could see that he already had an erection. She remembered the way Louise had sucked him off so desperately between one hot seat session and the next.
'Strip,' Roberta said.
'Make me,' Kerri muttered, aware that everyone was hearing her. She felt bound to show some bravado to the crowd.
'My pleasure,' Roberta replied and grabbed both of her arms, turning her in the direction of the trestle. Kerri tried to hold her body rigidly in place but the other woman was much stronger and had soon forced her over to the punishment couch. Within seconds Kerri was face down on the trestle with Roberta sitting on her back and buckling the leather bands under her arms. 'Almost forgot to pull these down,' she added lightly, yanking Kerri's trousers and panties to her knees.
'I bet you did,' Kerri muttered. She'd closed her eyes whilst she was being held down on the couch but now opened them and looked straight ahead - only to see dozens of faces staring intently through the glass walls. 'Fuck off,' she said, looking at the curious crowd.
'You started this by invading our privacy,' someone yelled.
So they could hear her - and she could hear them. Kerri decided her best approach was to ignore them, though it was difficult with everyone staring at her newly-bared bum.
'This is a sauna birch,' Roberta murmured, walking up to Kerri's face and kneeling before her. 'Would you like to kiss it before it lashes down?'
Kerri looked at the cruel thin twigs and quailed. 'Alright, I'll strip if you untie me,' she offered, unwilling to face a public birching.
'That wasn't what I asked you,' Roberta said. She held the bundle of sticks out again. 'Embrace the brutal birch and plead very prettily for clemency.'
Morosely, Kerri pressed her lips to the willow twigs.
Roberta's eyes glittered strangely. 'Oh, you can do better than that, sweetheart. Kiss it the way you would a lover, hard and slow.'
Flushing, Kerri moved her mouth more passionately against the punisher and the crowd applauded and asked Roberta to set it to work.
'Patience, ladies and gentleman,' the seamstress said. 'I want this bum to really think about its crimes and misdemeanours. I want it to imagine how these willow twigs will feel when they bite down hard.'
Listening, Kerri quaked and tried desperately to think of other things. She was aware of Roberta walking behind her and taking up position to one side of her arse.
'Have you tasted the birch before?' the older woman asked.
'Yes, after making one at a workshop,' Kerri said, feeling increasingly ridiculous.
'Ah, that would be the regular birch. This sauna one is lighter - but it stings more because of the steam in here.' She paused, clearly enjoying herself. 'The steam lightly moistens a girl's buttocks and renders them more susceptible to a thrashing. It's enough to make even the most languid bather dance a jig.'
'Whatever,' Kerri mumbled, wishing that the sadistic bitch would just get on with it.
As if in answer to her thoughts, Roberta raised the birch high and brought it walloping down.
'Aaaah!' Kerri flattened herself even more closely to the trestle, the sharpness of each lash taking her breath away. Then she rose up the centimetre she could in her bonds and wailed anew.
'Makes quite an impression, doesn't it?' Roberta asked.
'Yes, Ma'am.' Kerri tried to twist her head back to see the damage but she was strapped down too tightly.
'If you want to admire my handiwork just glance up at the ceiling,' her tormentor said.
Kerri did - and was rewarded by the sight of her own bare bottom with multiple crisscrossed lines across it. The bastards had put a mirror all the way across the ceiling so that wrongdoers could see themselves being chastised.
'You really need to get out more, Roberta,' she muttered and was rewarded by another close encounter with the birch.
'Go girl,' someone in the crowd shouted - and Roberta obligingly laid the twigs on again.
'Please let me strip for you,' Kerri forced out when she'd stopped writhing and gasping.
'You'll have to make it a slow strip-tease then,' her tormentor said.
Kerri swallowed hard then murmured 'Yes, Roberta.'
'Call me Mistress whilst I'm in change of you,' the masculine woman said.
'Yes, Mistress,' Kerri managed, then sighed with relief as Roberta undid her bonds.
'Get up and stand facing me,' Roberta said.
Kerri obeyed, but was surprised when Roberta suddenly changed her position. Obediently she turned to face her - then realised that this meant more of the crowd saw her chastened rump. She put her hands back to protect her nether regions but Roberta pulled them to the front.
'Bend over so that the audience can admire your sore cheeks,' she ordered.
Kerri blushed then leaned over, putting her hands on her knees.
'No - part your buttocks so that they can see your anus and cunt,' Roberta bid.
Blushing even more, the British girl obeyed, pulling her buttocks apart and holding them there. She doubted if she'd ever felt more ridiculous in her life.
'Good girl. Now take off your top,' Roberta ordered.
Gratefully Kerri straightened and unbuttoned her blouse, letting it fall to the floor.
'I may punish you for such untidiness later,' the older woman murmured. She stared at Kerri's embroidered white bra. 'Now show the ladies and gentlemen your pretty tits.'
Clenching her teeth together, Kerri unclipped her bra and slowly peeled it away from her mammaries. She put the garment neatly on top of her blouse then straightened, aware that everyone was now staring at her hard-nippled breasts.
'Very nice,' Roberta said, stepping forward and weighing a breast in each large palm.
'Thank you, Mistress,' Kerri whispered, wondering if she was going to die of embarrassment.
'But they'll be even nicer once they're washed, won't they, love?' the older woman asked.
Afraid to anger her by backing away, Kerri nodded.
'Tell me how much you need cleaned in this bath,' Roberta continued, picking up the birch and flicking it against Kerri's rump.
'I've been dirty, Mistress,' Kerri said, trying to ignore the laughter of the watching crowd. She'd say almost anything to avoid another birching. 'Please make me nice and clean.'
'Clean which parts?' Roberta enquired.
'My... my breasts, Mistress.'
'Good girl, that'll do for starters. Step carefully into the tub,' the butch woman said.
Kerri went backwards down the steps into the huge sunken bath. She was aware that the overseer, David, was still sitting in the water. She just knew that he was staring at her birched bum as she descended the stairs. Reaching the water, she turned to face him but kept several feet away.
She glanced down - and saw, to her amazement, that various faces were staring up at her. The tub had a glass bottom that passers-by could walk under. They could see every centimetre of her naked body, including the luminous marks adorning her flesh.
A naked Roberta arrived in the tub and put her back against one surface then pulled a blushing Kerri in front of her. Kerri could see that the older woman was holding a very large container of liquid soap.
'Just relax, sweetheart,' she said throatily, 'while I thoroughly wash your tits.'
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bsp; Kerri watched wordlessly as the former prison warden filled her hands with soap and moved them towards Kerri's breasts. She watched - and felt - each warm smooth mammary being cupped and lifted. Roberta held each breast for a moment then began to move her fingers round the areola.
Her touch sent a strange new heat through both of Kerri's nipples and she forced back a low moan of pleasure, determined not to betray any reaction to Roberta or to the engrossed crowd.
'Is that nice, love?' Roberta murmured gruffly.
'It's fine, Mistress,' the British girl replied.
'Just fine? We bath workers need more of a response than that. I'll have to work harder on these coy young teats.'
She squeezed more liquid soap into her palms and began to caress Kerri's mammaries some more, finger-stroking every centimetre of their warm smoothness. She also palpated the nipple areas as if milking a goat. She weighed and gently squeezed the flesh for ten long minutes and every touch sent a line of pleasure from Kerri's breasts to her pubic bone.
'How much longer, Mistress?' she whispered, knowing that she was going to orgasm soon if this continued. Even if she bit back her rapturous cries, her face would surely betray her as it creased in ecstasy.
'How much longer will I be soaping your breasts? Why, would you like me to move on to your cunt?' the older woman enquired.
'No, Mistress.' Kerri shuddered at the thought and felt Roberta's breasts brushing her backbone. She looked over at David the overseer and could see that his phallus had reached new heights as it strained out of his boxer shorts.
'Alright, I think another ten minutes of tit washing just to make sure that you're really clean,' the butch woman said.
She continued her strangely loathsome but arousing ministrations - and after five minutes Kerri's body suddenly spasmed into a huge climax that caused her to pull her legs together and push forward and down. Immediately that she did so there was much laughter and whistling from the watching crowd.
'Oh you dirty little girl,' Roberta said with mock-seriousness. 'Now I'm going to have to wash your hot, wet cunt.'
'Oh please, no,' Kerri whispered, unable to face the prospect of anyone immediately soaping her sex lips. They were so sensitive after orgasm that she couldn't bear them to be touched.
