Below the Belt

by Sarah Veitch

  'I do own it. But I'm asking for your opinion,' Sherr said.

  'Ten?' Kerri queried, trying not to envisage ten searing strokes.

  'I was thinking more like twenty,' her Mistress said. She stared into Kerri's flushed face. 'Tell you what, I'll give you six of the best whilst you're nicely tied down like this - then we'll unbind you for the final four.' She grinned. 'If you manage to take them without putting your hands back to protect your sore bottom then we'll leave it at ten but if you break the rules we repeat that particular stroke.'

  Even when they untied her she wouldn't be able to lift herself up and quickly grab hold of her cheeks. Her position made such sudden movements impossible.

  'I'll take the final four without touching my posterior,' Kerri promised dutifully.

  But now she had to endure the first six whilst she was tied in place. She trembled as a guard approached with a long crook-handled cane displayed on a scarlet cushion.

  'She won't need the cushion afterwards. She won't be able to sit down for a week when I'm finished with her,' Sherr said.

  'Please show leniency, oh please,' Kerri whispered.

  'How lenient were you to my husband?' Sherr enquired.

  Kerri closed her eyes and gritted her teeth and tried to steel herself for the lash that was to follow. Her entire being was now focused on her posterior and she no longer cared about the watching crowd.

  The first stroke cut down and she yelled loudly and writhed on the cruel fence. She could see Sherr's feet so knew that she was the one who'd carried out the punishment.

  'Thank you, Mistress,' she said with difficulty when she'd stopped squirming. 'Please give me stroke two.'

  'Isn't it odd that they talk about cane strokes,' Sherr said conversationally, 'when it feels more like bites?'

  'Yes, Mistress,' Kerri answered quickly, desperate to appease the woman holding the rattan.

  She asked nicely for bite two. This one fell further up and widened the band of pain across her extremities. Stroke three lashed the sentient tops of Kerri's thighs.

  'Hot enough for you?' Sherr asked, stopping to caress her heated handiwork.

  'Oh God, I'm on fire,' Kerri wailed.

  'Halfway there. Remember, you get to prove that you're obedient from lashes seven to ten,' her Mistress said.

  Kerri wondered how she'd ever endure the pain. 'I'm sorry I defrauded Jeff, sorry that I called you both names, sorry that I stole your clothes,' she blurted out with hard won sincerity.

  'Good girl. Now suck the cane and plead to feel it across your backside,' Sherr said.

  Kerri complied. The wood tasted slightly salty. She felt silly fellating the long rod - then felt fearful when it disappeared in the direction of her cheeks. Seconds later it landed somewhat diagonally over them, reheating previously punished flesh.

  For long moments Kerri made piteous bleating sounds and jiggled about in a vain effort to dislodge the torment. At last, under threat of further chastisement, she asked falteringly for stroke five.

  Sherr doled it out. Kerri groaned loudly and swung her haunches the little she could. Her tummy rubbed against the wooden fence and her calves hurt as she jerked again and again.

  'Sixth one lucky, so ask for it especially nicely,' her Mistress murmured. 'Remember to say pretty please.'

  'Pretty please - oh, have mercy,' Kerri whispered, close to breaking point as she received the sixth harsh stroke.

  'Now for our little test,' Sherr murmured. Kerri felt the guards untie her. Immediately she ricocheted up into a standing position and wildly clutched her arse, the heat radiating through her palms.

  'Take your hands away,' Sherr snapped.

  Kerri felt her eyes brim with tears. 'Oh please, Mistress, let me hold them for just a moment.'

  'Away now - or it'll be worse for you,' the woman said.

  Using all of her willpower, Kerri prised her own fingers free of her flesh.

  'And keep them away,' the older woman warned, 'or you'll end up thanking me for more than four additional strokes.'

  Kerri looked wet-facedly at the crowd and they all looked curiously back at her, clearly eager for the entertainment to recommence.

  'Walk over there so that you're closer to the people, then turn your back to them,' Sherr explained.

  Reluctantly the British girl approached the front row.

  'No, not that close. We need to fit me and my cane between you and them,' Sherr said.

  Kerri retraced some of her steps then stood obediently, her hands dangling by her sides. She just knew that everyone was examining her naked body with their eyes.

  'Good girl. Now arch over and hold your ankles.'

  Kerri complied. The position was very uncomfortable and made her even more aware of the soft helplessness of her naked parts.

  'Stroke seven's on its way,' Sherr said in a jocular voice.

  Kerri cringed as she felt the woman lining up the rattan. 'Have mercy.'

  'I don't feel merciful. Now keep your bottom still and your lips sealed,' her Mistress warned.

  The twenty-six year old forced her legs and arms to stiffen in place. The long, drawn out waiting was hellish but suddenly the cane whacked down.

  'Aaah!' Kerri instinctively jumped up and grabbed at her flesh. Seconds later she realised her error.

  'Oh dear, we're going to have to repeat that stroke,' Sherr said with mock regret.

  After a last desperate rub at her stripes, Kerri got back into place. But now she knew what was coming, she found it even harder to hold the position. She kept flinching her vulnerable nether cheeks.

  'Couldn't you just tie me down for the last four?' she whispered beseechingly.

  'Where would the fun be in that?' Sherr enquired.

  She repeated stroke seven. This time Kerri stayed down but when stroke eight went over its predecessor, she jumped up and backed away from her Mistress. The guards moved forward and gently coaxed her into place.

  'Repeating stroke eight,' Sherr murmured, running the rattan down Kerri's buttocks again and again before laying on the stripe.

  It was too much for Kerri and she ran towards the end of the marketplace, dodging the guards and a couple of onlookers who tried to stop her. She ran until she crashed into someone and a familiar voice said 'Surely you aren't trying to escape from us again?'

  Jeff! Kerri put her arms around his waist and held on tightly. 'She's too harsh,' she whimpered, 'I can't take any more.'

  'Any more spanking?'

  'No, she went on to use the cane.' Kerri turned around to show him the hectic crimson lines.

  'I see what you mean. They are sore, aren't they? Let's have a word with her,' Jeff said.

  Together they walked back to the watchful Sherr.

  'She's had enough for today,' Jeff said.

  'She's still not nearly submissive enough for my liking,' Sherr countered.

  'You want to see how submissive she is? Take your panties off and she'll please you for as long as necessary,' Jeff said.

  Kerri stared at him, nonplussed. Then she stared at Sherr, who was lifting her designer dress and removing her thong.

  'But I don't...' she whispered.

  'Tongue her to completion if you want to avoid the rod again today,' Jeff warned.

  Sherr sat in her big armless chair and spread her thighs apart. The crowd whistled. Cringing with shame, Kerri walked over and dropped to her knees between Sherr's legs.

  She stared at the pinkish-brown flesh before her and felt a wave of revulsion. She looked back at Jeff and he jerked his head warningly towards the cruel rattan.

  Marshalling all of her determination, Kerri opened the woman's wet labial lips and examined their shape and texture. Then she began to lick them, moving closer and closer to Sherr's clitoris.

  'Did you know that your little bum bobs up and down as you lick?' Sherr asked.

  Her mouth fully engaged, Kerri couldn't answer. She found a rhythm and licked subserviently, knowing that she had to make this woman come.
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br />   'It's a sizzling arse, isn't it?' Sherr enquired.

  Kerri felt more humiliated by the second.

  'And really glowing,' Sherr added with obvious satisfaction, 'and very sore.'

  Kerri tongued and tongued, noting how Sherr's thighs were tensing and lifting slightly. Seconds later she made an 'uh, uh, uh' noise then came and came and came.

  Exhausted, Kerri slumped to the ground on her stomach then she felt strong arms lifting her and Jeff carried her back to his wife's turreted house with its ever-watchful cameras. He told Marian to smooth cold cream on her buttocks and to let her sleep.

  'Jeff really likes me, you know,' she said to Marian the next morning as they breakfasted together, Kerri standing to eat her kedgeree. 'He stopped that bitch caning me yesterday.'

  'Shush, remember the security cameras,' Marian said, growing pale.

  'I was only joking,' Kerri said loudly for the belated benefit of the cameras, wondering why she always forgot about them. It was just such an unlikely situation, a house - and probably an entire town - with closed circuit cameras all over the place. She spent the rest of the day worrying about what would happen to her if she'd been recorded calling her Mistress names.

  But for the next week Sherr was busy elsewhere. Soon Kerri relaxed and went about her usual household and gardening tasks thinking that her punishment was over. Then Sherr arrived and said 'I want you in my study in five minutes.' Kerri found her sitting behind her desk, playing with the rattan.

  'Kerri - I've just been checking my Punishment Book and it appears you're still due three cane strokes in the market square. More if you're disobedient.'

  'But Jeff said...' Kerri muttered, taking a step back and pulling her tiny panties more closely to her rear.

  'Jeff said that you'd had enough for that day. The actual number of lashes wasn't negotiable.' Sherr was looking very pleased with herself.

  Kerri took a deep breath. 'Does he know that I'm being caned again?'

  'Oh yes, in fact he insists on it. He's asked for all of your disciplinary sessions to be videoed in glorious colour for his delectation,' the dark-haired woman said.

  'But I've chores to do...' Kerri demurred.

  'You can do them later.'

  'And I promised Marian that I'd...'

  'Your allegiance is to me.'

  Kerri swallowed hard. 'Are you taking me to the market square now?'

  'No, I'm bored with the square.' Sherr yawned lazily as if to emphasise this very boredom. 'I'm going to take you to the stocks outside the museum for your punishment.'

  'And everyone will watch me being...?' Kerri faltered.

  'Everyone will watch you being whipped - including Jeff when he sees the video,' Jeff's wife replied.

  There were two ways of looking at the situation, Kerri thought. The first was that Jeff wanted to watch her squirm, to see her get her comeuppance. The second was that he wanted to make sure that Sherr didn't thrash her too often or too hard. Kerri opted for the latter explanation, that he was still being firm but fair.

  The cameras were probably on her now so she'd make sure that she did everything she could to please this she-devil. That way Jeff would see his wife being overly sadistic to a subservient maid.

  'Shall I take my panties off now, Mistress?' she asked accommodatingly.

  'Yes, you might as well. A naked wriggle on your tummy to the whipping block will be far more shaming than a pantied one would be.'

  'On my tummy, Mistress?' Kerri shivered at the prospect but she dutifully stripped.

  'Yes. Wriggling on your belly takes a long time,' Sherr added, 'but you'll be well protected. Marian's gone to fetch you a tummy protector and nipple guards as well as the usual knee pads. You'll feel stupid but un-scuffed.'

  Determined to please the woman, Kerri got down on all fours and crawled over to the cupboard, took a dog leash from it and brought it back in her mouth.

  To her surprise, Sherr frowned 'That's no good.' Her owner sounded increasingly displeased with her. 'Bad little puppies like you get schooled with a training chain.' She made Kerri fetch such a choke-chain from the bottom shelf then clipped it around her neck.

  The fetters clanked coldly against her throat as Sherr tightened it to emphasise who was in charge. Kerri prostrated herself along the ground then began wriggling. She'd been reduced to the status of a worm, she thought, as she squirmed along the road, Sherr holding her chain. Her only hope was that Jeff would visit here soon and she could spend some time alone with him. She'd offer him her mouth and her vulva; make him come again and again. She'd make him forget about the self-serving bitch she'd been and show him all that she had to offer now.

  But for the moment it was Sherr she had to please, Sherr who was exerting a cruel pull on her throat and making her wriggle faster and faster on her tummy, her nipple-protectors rubbing against the sidewalk as she moved.

  'Are your buttock muscles tiring with all this squirming?' she asked sympathetically.

  'Yes, Mistress,' Kerri whispered, those self-same globes cringing with increasing embarrassment.

  'Never mind. We'll soon liven them up.'

  They reached the whipping post and she slithered over to her pitiless owner. 'Permission to suck your toes before you cane me, Mistress,' she whispered, pressing her lips subserviently to the woman's shoes.

  'Is that all you want to kiss?'

  Kerri remembered how Marian had said their Mistress loved analingus. She'd do anything to stave off a whipping. 'Permission to kiss your anus, Mistress,' she brokenly begged.

  For the next ten minutes she tongued and kissed the woman's bitter-tasting hole, preferring this shamed submission to chastisement. Then Sherr helped her gently to her feet and bound her to the wooden whipping post.

  Would she have to endure five long years of this? Would they even let her go when her tenure ended? 'Please flog me, Mistress,' Kerri whispered, determined to earn favour by pretending to be the perfect slave.

  -oOo-

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  Ruth focused on the braided coiled whip. It had several tails of heavy dark leather. She didn't know if it had the traditional nine tails, and didn't want to get close enough to examine it. The naked culprit was obviously also staring at the crop, for a slight shiver ran through her spreadeagled body and she tensed her helpless bottom cheeks.

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