RETRIBUTION 
by
Paul Melrose (my pseudonym in 'Februs' where this story first appeared)

With a whine of over revved engine and a grinding of gears the Land Rover
lurched forward and finally picked up speed again, weaving its mazy pattern
around the narrow dirt road which cut a swathe through the stark forbidding
hills.  Down below lay the Jamuna river and the border with Burma, the vehicle
still an hour away from Rangpur and the UNESCO Bangladeshi aid camp.  If the
late afternoon sun and humidity were not bad enough, the atmosphere inside the
Land Rover was positively simmering.

'Christ, Linda ...!' exclaimed Paula Freeman to the driver '...I thought you had
a driving licence!  Sort the bloody gears out, will you!  If you do that again,
you'll have my head through the windscreen!'

'Ah well, if it's only your head there won't be much harm done, will there,
...!' her companion retorted tartly '...now if it was your arse that got damaged
it could be the end of the world as we know it!  Still I expect that's insured
against accidental damage and over exercise!'

'Very funny ...!' said Paula icily '...just cut the wisecracks, little Goody Two
Shoes, and try to learn how to drive this thing!  We've got a long way to go !'

Linda Bell, flushing hotly, made to respond, then gritted her teeth and decided
it was not worth the effort, the two girls subsiding into an icy silence as the
Land Rover slowly edged its way around the hillside.  Both girls were UNESCO
volunteers who had asked to work in Bangladesh on the famine relief project and
had been paired up to co-drive the relief trucks from camp to camp.  On first
meeting, both girls had struck up a friendship immediately despite their totally
different styles and temperament.  While Paula was a total extrovert, blonde and
bubbly, Linda was almost the complete opposite.  She was pretty and dark haired,
but intense and bookish, almost painfully shy with strangers.

As she steered the Land Rover around the narrow hillside, Linda tried not to let
the irritation show in her face but she'd crunched the gears in trying to
maintain the speed of the vehicle without changing down, anxious as she was to
catch up on time.  They were due back from Gaibanda with the months supplies at
6pm and she knew there would be a major panic if they were late, given the
political sensitivity and danger of the area.  There should have been plenty of
time but Paula had other needs to satisfy, leaving Linda kicking her heels in
frustrated anger and impatience.  Paula finally emerged from the quarters of a
UNESCO officer, flushed and smiling, to where Linda sat waiting in helpless
fury.

'About bloody time too ...!' she'd shouted angrily '...now I'll have to drive
like smoke to get us back in time.  Have you no thought for anybody else, Paula?
God, you're sex mad!'

'Oooh dear, is mommy cross ...?' Paula had teased, increasing Linda's anger
tenfold, '...Come on, sweetie, lighten up ...sex makes the world go round.  You
wouldn't get so wound up if you had a man between your legs occasionally ...or
often is even better!  Perhaps you're not into men, my sweet!  Is that it?  I'll
leave my knickers off on the way back if it makes you happy!  You can drive one
handed!  I'm prepared for anything, darling!'

The final gibe had sapped what was left of Linda's patience and she had simply
exploded in rage.  She knew Paula was joking, knew she'd overreacted but she
couldn't back down, hence the frigid atmosphere inside the Land Rover.  What was
worse, she was angry because ... oh damn the girl!  Linda felt the tears so
close and bit her lip, desperately  concentrating on her driving.
She was brought suddenly down to earth as Paula brought her small fist down on
the dash board in a gesture of annoyance.

'Oh shit ...!' she cried ' ...we've forgotten the snake serum.  Christ, there's
hardly any left on the base!  We'll have to go back!'

The Land Rover stopped with an exaggerated skid as Linda hit the brakes with
force and anger .
'We've forgotten ...?' she muttered, her voice rising in fury ' ...we've
forgotten?  Christ almighty, Paula, you had the bloody list!  You checked it off
while I signed us in!  Was that too difficult?  If you weren't so obsessed with
getting shagged senseless ...!'  then she felt Paula's hand gently on her arm.
'OK, Lin ...,' Paula said quietly ' ...let's not keep fighting.  I'm sorry I
upset you and it's my fault but we'll have to go back.  We can ring up from
Gaibanda to explain and we can stay the night there.  I'll tell them it was my
fault but please, love, don't mention about Colin ...awkward, married you see!
Linda raised her eyes to the heavens.

'Jesus, Paula, it'll be dark before we get there.  It's a two hour drive!'
Paula shook her head, seizing Linda anxiously by the arm.

'No, not if we get off the mountain road and go through the villages, its
not...!' she said confidently ' ...it knocks three quarters of an hour off the
journey and its easier to negotiate anyway.  These mountain passes are bloody
dangerous!'

Linda's eyes widened with concern.
''We're not supposed to use that route, not with all the local unrest about. 
We've been warned, Paula, you know that!'

Paula grinned.  'Oh come on, it's better than the mountains and the police
aren't interested in us anyway, just the villagers opposed to the Government. 
We're harmless ...!'  She paused and giggled  ' ...The worst that might happen
is that some of those hunky young guerillas with rippling chests and huge
you-know-whats take us prisoner and then do what they want with us ...one after
the other.  You call that a problem ...???' and she rolled her eyes in a
theatrical gesture of ecstasy.

'Stop that sort of rubbish ...' Linda muttered anxiously '...you wouldn't laugh
if it really happened ...but I suppose we'll have to risk the villages.  It's
far too late to drive around the mountains.  Christ, Paula, you really owe me
one this time !'

Paula squeezed Linda's arm in acknowledgement as the dark haired girl swung the
wheel around on the tight track, backing up carefully on to a pull in before
turning the Land Rover back towards Gaibanda.  They soon located the steep hill
which took them down the mountains and onto the plain that ran alongside the
Jamuna river, the fertile life blood of all the small villages along the way. 
Paula settled back in her seat and stared out of the window, for beneath her
devil may care exterior a sensitive and caring girl did exist, one who knew
she'd put them into this situation through sheer carelessness and determined to
make it up to Linda at the earliest opportunity.  She knew too that silence was
the sensible option at present, allowing Linda to talk when she'd calmed down.
As they approached the environs of the first small village, Paula sensed that
Linda was tensing up at the wheel and she squeezed her driver's arm gently.
'It'll be OK, Lin ...you'll see' she said softly and for the first time for
ages, Linda smiled at her, a warm reassuring smile of affection.

'You're a pain in the bloody arse, you know that?' Linda muttered, grinning, and
both girls laughed in unison, the tension broken at last.  Paula had guessed
right, for apart from a few stares from the local inhabitants they sailed
through each village with no problems, Linda gradually relaxing as the journey
continued.

The girls were chatting merrily as the largest of the villages came into view,
Linda decelerating as the first group of small huts on the perimeter were
passed.  As the vehicle travelled on, both girls stopped talking and looked
anxiously from side to side for here there was a sinister change in the
atmosphere.  There seemed to be large numbers of men on the street all walking
or cycling towards the centre of the village, one or two waving raised fists at
the vehicle and , when the occupants of the vehicle were identified as young
European women, some men had banged on the side of the Land Rover and shouted
some unintelligible words of abuse.

'Christ, let's get through here sharpish!' Linda muttered anxiously and began to
accelerate, nearly knocking a cyclist off his bike to loud shouts of anger from
behind them.

'Take it easy, kid ...' Paula said softly '...just drive normally or we'll
really upset them!' and Linda took the advice, slowing to her previous gentle
crawl through the narrow streets.  As they reached the end of the street, which
opened onto the village square, both girls gasped in horror for the road was
packed solid with men gathered in the square all shouting and yelling and there
was no way through.  In the face of this mob, both girls were grateful for the
sight of two police vehicles on the opposite side of the square, in position to
prevent through traffic and obviously blocking their route.  At the sight of the
Land Rover, now hemmed in by the shouting crowd, one of the police officers got
out of his car and stalked across the square, brushing the tightly packed crowd
out of his path, his face like thunder, until he reached the vehicle and banged
on the drivers window.

Tentatively Linda lowered the window and the policeman shouted 'Papers!'
Linda reached under the dash and found both girls UNESCO permits, visas and
passports which were peremptorily scanned.

'What are you doing here ...?' the policeman demanded in good English ' ...you
people are told to use the mountain route.  You have no right here!'
Linda stuttered her apologies and explained what had happened and her fear of
the mountain route after dark.  The policeman listened, unimpressed, but nodded
his head.

'Very well, but now you will have to stay here until we are finished and the
crowd is dispersed.  Lock the doors of your vehicle and you will come to no harm
...but women are not welcome here.  Not on days like this!' and he stalked back
to his vehicle before Linda could even enquire what he meant.  She could hear
the baying of the crowd now with the windows open and it frightened her, her
slim body shaking as she closed the window and locked both the doors as Paula,
her eyes full of concern, put her hand in Linda's and left it there.
Suddenly, as both girls watched in bewilderment, another police vehicle drew up
behind its companion on the far side of the square and the doors opened, two
police officers emerging, one pushing a young man in his late teens whose wrists
were handcuffed together.   The boy was handsome but obviously terrified, his
tear stained face betraying a fear of things to come.  All he wore was a pair of
light cotton trousers and the sweat ran down his broad chest, giving the
rippling muscles a luminosity in the bright sunlight as he was pushed into the
centre of the square by the armed policemen.  The boy was pushed, his head
bowed, towards the centre of the square where a tall, cross membered, wooden
structure had been set up, augmented only by two cushions bound to it with rope
about half way down.

'Oh my God, its a public execution!' Linda cried in horror, her face white with
shock.
'No, it's not ...' Paula replied in a whisper, her voice hoarse and shaky
'...look at the apparatus with the cushions!  It's a public flogging!'
No sooner were the words out of her mouth than a third policeman appeared in the
square carrying a thick bamboo cane.  At a sign from the officer with the cane,
the boy raised his handcuffed wrists above his head and was turned to face the
crowd.  The boy's eyes were closed in shame and his lip was trembling as one of
the policemen pulled the draw strings of the cotton trousers and they fell to
the ground, exposing the boy completely naked, his light brown penis shrivelled
with the fear of what was to come.

'Christ, Lin, they're going to cane his bare bottom!' Paula whispered, her voice
shaking with excitement and Linda felt the perspiration on Paula's hand gel with
her own.

'I've got eyes ...!' Linda replied testily' ...I can bloody see that!' but her
hand gripped Paula's tightly, her tension apparent.   The boy was turned round
and his arms strapped to the apparatus, then following a gruff command, moved
his feet apart to allow his ankles to be strapped to the device, his genitals
now protected by the cushions.

Both girls stared at the well muscled body on display, his lean brown back
bathed with sweat, the perspiration running in rivulets down the base of his
spine and then into the crack between his firm bare buttocks, their muscles
flexing and tensing with fear and expectation.

'Jesus, he's beautiful!' Paula gasped, her breathing shallow and intense, her
eyes shining as Linda turned briefly towards her friend, her face burning.

'Shut up, Paula!  Just bloody well shut up!' she hissed, but Paula grinned and
squeezed Linda's hand, the response immediate and intense.  They watched and
waited.
The cane was raised in the air then it flashed down and struck the plumb centre
of the bare buttocks, leaving an immediate red weal across the pale brown skin. 
The boy gasped and tensed, his buttocks thrusting forward until stopped by the
cushions, the crack of his bottom opening and closing with the pain.  The cane
flashed down a second time on the same spot and this time the boy's head went
back and his buttocks thrust forwards violently, the welt now livid.  As the
caning continued, the boy began to cry out and his reddening buttocks began to
thrust back and forth in agony.

Inside the Land Rover, Linda's throat was dry and her head was spinning.  No
longer conscious of the crowd, her eyes were glued to the spectacle in front of
her.  Her heart was pounding and her face was flushed as she watched the cane
flash down again and again on the naked buttocks .  Feelings of shame dominated
her mind as she became conscious of the sensitivity of her nipples under the
thin cotton blouse and of the dampness between her legs.  She was suddenly
conscious of low guttural sounds from the passenger seat and she turned briefly,
her mouth dropping open as she stared at the bright eyed, excited young woman
beside her.

Paula was leaning forward, her eyes never leaving the scene in front of them,
her one hand still gripping Linda's tightly.  Her skirt was pushed up to the top
of her thighs and Linda could see the stretched band of white cotton which had
been pulled down almost to her knees.  Paula sat with legs splayed wide, her
free hand moving urgently under her skirt, her eyes bright, her face shining
with perspiration.  Linda turned back to the spectacle of the boy's ordeal,
shocked by everything she was seeing, incapable of words but frustrated beyond
belief.  She moved her hand urgently to push up the hem of her skirt then
stopped in disgust, biting her lip as she watched the caning continue.
Eventually, after some twenty five strokes, the caning stopped and the boy was
untied, his bottom a mass of crimson weals though no blood had been drawn.  As
the boy was turned to face the crowd once more to complete his humiliation ,
both girls gasped at the sight of his now stiffly erect penis.  The policeman
who had administered the caning made some coarse jest before he pulled up the
trousers of the weeping boy and tied them at the waist once more before dragging
his victim off to the waiting police car and driving away at speed.
The crowd, which had been baying all the way through the caning, would have
turned its attention back to the girls in the Land Rover but the police moved
among them, dispersing them rapidly in the direction of their homes.
The policeman who had originally demanded their papers strode across to the Land
Rover and banged on the window, frowning as a shaken Linda wound it down.

'That's one boy who will not spread anti Government pamphlets for some time
...!' he said with venom, gazing at the trim, firm bodies of the two girls with
undisguised longing '...and let that be a warning to you!  If I catch you out
here again without the correct papers, I'll take you to the police station and
make sure you both get a good dose of what he got...with your pants down and
without witnesses...and don't think that's an idle threat!' then he rapped on
the side of the Land Rover and walked away.

'Filthy sod!' Paula exclaimed angrily, then she noticed that Linda was red faced
and crying softly with humiliation.  Gently she touched Linda's hand but it was
snatched away in anger.  Breathing softly, Paula looked anxiously at her friend.
'They've opened the road ...,' she said gently ' ...are you fit to drive?'

'I'm not a bloody kid ...' Linda snapped ' ...yes, I'm fit to drive, now let's
get out of this damned place!'

Paula watched with tender concern as her companion choked back her tears and,
with shaking hands, started the Land Rover up and eased it forward, crunching
the gears once more in her nervousness.  Out on the open road once more the
tension in the Land Rover was again electric, neither girl breaking the silence
for ten minutes or so until Paula asked softly
'Lin, why are you so upset with me.  That wasn't my fault.  I couldn't stop it!'

Linda threw the vehicle around a narrow bend and then turned her flushed face to
her companion.
'No, but you enjoyed it, didn't you!  I saw what you were doing!  Oh Paula, how
could you be so ...so ...' Linda choked on the sentence, the words stuck in her
throat as she felt the gentle hand on her arm.
'And you didn't, I suppose!  Come on, Lin, admit it!  I saw your face and heard
your breathing.  Don't come the saint with me!  You loved it, didn't you! 
Wasn't he just beautiful in the nude?  Didn't you wonder how it would feel to
get that cane across your bare bum in front of all those men?  God, it was so
exciting!'

The vehicle had reached a stretch of open plain as Linda suddenly swerved
violently off the road and into a clearing partly sheltered in trees as Paula
held on to her seat.
'Lin, for God's sake ...!' she gasped '...what are you ...?'
Linda leapt out of the vehicle without reply and marched round to the passenger
door.

'Out ...!' she commanded angrily ' ...get out of there ...NOW!'
Paula, too stunned to argue, did as she was told.
'Christ ...!' she muttered anxiously ' ...you're not going to leave me here are
you?  Look Lin, I know I've been stupid and its all my fault, but please don't
...'
'Shut up or I will leave you here ...' Linda answered tersely ' ...and just for
once in your life do as you're told without questions!  Understood ?'

Dumbly, Paula nodded, her face a picture of surprise and bewilderment as Linda
went to the back doors of the Land Rover and opened them up.  She spent a few
seconds in the back of the vehicle before re emerging, her hands behind her
back.
'Right, Paula, here's the way it is ...' Linda said forcefully, then as she saw
her friend's mouth open ' ...shut up, I said, or I WILL just abandon you !' and
Paula miserably shook her head and closed her mouth.  Linda began afresh.

'Thanks to you, we're over an hour late, we forgot the snake serum AND we
blundered into a very dangerous situation which could have had awful
consequences for us.  I hope you're satisfied!  What's worse is that you
thoroughly enjoyed the show and yes, you're right!  To my shame, I enjoyed it
too ...and it's given me a damn good idea!  So I'm a dyke, am I?  That's what
you inferred, Paula ...shut up, I said ...and that's pretty hurtful, don't you
think?  Well, it's a good job you remembered some of the items on our shopping
list because now I'm able to reward you for that remark.and make myself feel a
damn sight better into the bargain!'

Paula's mouth opened once more in disbelief as Linda brought her hands in front
of her, hands which were holding a three foot long garden cane made of stout
bamboo.

'Lin, you can't ...!' Paula cried weakly but it was impossible to keep the
excitement out of her voice '  ...you can't do that to me!  You can't'

'Really ...'?' Linda replied quietly ' ...oh I think I can!  Anyway I thought
you were dying to experience the cane across your bare bum ...or was that more
hot air?  Well, you're going to get it anyway and I won't have to force you or
threaten to leave you here ...you know I'd never do that!  All I need to do is
to give the real reason why we're in this mess to the whole base when we return
...and you will be really popular with Mr Colin Middleton and his wife, won't
you!'

Paula gasped in horror, her face red with a mixture of emotions.
'Lin, you can't!  You wouldn't!' she shrieked as Linda grinned in anticipation.
'I will if you disobey me.  Now turn around and bend into the vehicle low over
the passenger seat, Paula!  That's it, right over with your hands gripping the
drivers seat!  Far as you can with your bottom up high!'

Paula gasped but hastened to obey, her body shivering with mild fear but a great
deal of excitement as she waited submissively, her hands gripping the drivers
seat, her legs slightly arched, her ample bottom pushed up through the thin
skirt as she trembled in anticipation.  She took a sharp intake of breath as
Linda's deft fingers found the zipper of her skirt and within seconds it
fluttered down around her ankles, followed rapidly by her panties.  She lay red
faced and bare bottomed across the passenger seat of the Land Rover bewildered
by the tremendous excitement surging through her loins.

Linda was experiencing similar strange sensations as she stared in delight at
the beautiful naked bottom offered up for punishment at her hands, a surge of
adrenalin coursing through her body, her crotch suddenly moist with desire.  She
flexed the whippy cane for a few seconds and drew it back, bringing it down hard
across the plumb centre of Paula's bare buttocks.  The experience of watching
those lovely bottom cheeks indent under the cane stroke, then spring back,
quivering slightly as the red weal began to glow across the punished rear was
equalled only by Paula's choking squeal as her back rose up from the seat, her
hands fluttering desperately in the air for a second before settling for the
second stroke, her breathing tense and desperate.

That first cane stroke was more painful than Paula had ever envisaged but
somehow she gritted her teeth and made herself ready for the second.  She closed
her eyes, determined to force back the tears which were already gathering as the
white hot bar of the first stroke became a myriad of embers which seemed to
spread out over the expanse of her bottom.  Then she heard the hiss and had no
time to even gasp before the cane again struck her bottom with a sharp crack. 
This time the squeal was louder, almost a plea, as Paula rose up from the seat,
her hands frantically moving towards the site of the pain where a pink weal was
begining to form.

She hardly recognised the voice from behind her, so sharp and dominant was the
tone.
'Get down in position immediately ...' Linda ordered ' ...and if you rise again
or try to rub your bottom, I'll double the punishment!'
With a frantic cry, Paula obeyed immediately, bending forwards once more to grip
the far side of the driver's seat, her reddening buttocks thrust out once more.
The third stroke whipped down across the lower slopes of the quivering bottom
and this time Paula howled in pain but held on desperately to the seat.  Someone
surely had placed a red hot iron on her buttocks and now there was no attempt to
hold back the tears as she shook and sobbed but hung on for all she was worth.
Linda was shaking too as she stared at the results of her endeavours, trembling
with a desire which she had tried desperately to deny as she gazed at the
beautiful bottom which lay submissively in front of her.  Her throat dry, Linda
raised the cane once more and brought it sharply down across the plumb centre of
the reddening globes.  She was delighted by the response as Paula's squeal
reached new decibel levels and the fourth tramline appeared across the once
flawless buttocks.

Despite the intense pain forcing genuine tears of anguish, the heat in Paula's
buttocks was already spreading like a forest fire into her loins and she gasped
as the tingling, sensual burning engulfed her vagina, her sex out of control,
hot, moist and hungry.  She began to tremble as she waited for the next stroke. 
Suddenly, shamelessly, she needed both Linda and the cane, wanted them
desperately.  Paula bent lower , then kicked her legs out so that the skirt and
panties fell off completely.  Quite slowly she parted her legs as wide as the
cramped position would allow and thrust her bottom up as far as she could,
hearing the gasp behind her.

'God, you randy little bitch!' Linda whispered softly as she stared with
mounting excitement at the moist, blood red lips under the quivering bottom
cheeks.  Hardly able to breathe she raised the cane once more and brought it
down hard.
Whaaap, the cane bit into Paula's bottom once more and she squealed and bucked
but kept her position, her breathing now frantic and excited as the burning glow
created sensations in every part of her body.  She lay in wait for the next, for
she could hear Linda's excited breathing getting louder  but the stroke didn't
come ... why was she taking so long?

Suddenly she felt soft hands around her waist, stroking and kneading her belly
and loins and she began to sigh softly with pleasure as , against her hot
bottom, Paula felt the  wispy touch of body hair, then the warmth of another
naked body as Linda began to embrace her, her warm bare loins grinding gently
into Paula's bottom as the blonde girl began to moan in delight.  Paula cried
out as a warm finger began to encircle the lips of her vagina before intruding
softly, finding the clitoris, stimulating her, the little button swelling and
hardening under the soft touch.

''Get up and turn round!' the voice ordered and, as if in a dream, Paula obeyed.
Her face flushed with excitement as she stared at Linda who stood, completely
naked, cane in hand.
'So you were right ...,' the dark haired girl said softly ' ...I think I was
just jealous.  Now make love to me or I'll cane you again and this time you'll
really know about it!'
Paula put her arms around her friend and kissed her full on the lips, her hand
straying to the warmth of Linda's moist vagina.
'Anything you say, mistress ...' she said softly ' ...it will give me great
pleasure to do your bidding ...'  she paused and grinned  ' ... but even if I do
give you pleasure ...and I will ...I've been very careless and I think you
should give me another caning at bedtime.  The sort a naughty girl really
deserves!''