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 Fox and Hounds Pt 2

   The jet swooped into a cove, a wide valley scooped out of the rugged
Blue Ridge mountains.  Simply known as "the Carolina Resort", this
Fantasies Unlimited property had its own airfield.  The topography of the
cove featured all types of terrain.  There were a few open fields, but most
of the property was wooded, laced with forest, streams and creeks.  Here
and there a small round top hill rose.  Wooded ravines could be seen at the
conflux of several hills.

   Cindy and Julia were met on the airstrip by resort staff members in
smart khaki shorts and white neatly pressed uniform shirts.  A young girl
named Suzy, according to her name tag, was assigned to Julia and fluttered
around her nervously.  A slender lad named Keith showed Cindy to her
quarters in an outbuilding guest house that looked brand new.  Julia was
housed in the main hotel which resembled a large 5 story manor home. 
Cindy's room was spacious and comfortable and looked out onto a garden
behind the main hotel.  There was an open gazebo-like structure in the
garden surrounded by tables and chairs.  Odd, thought Cindy, the gazebo
itself had a raised dias upon which sat a sturdy looking straightbacked
chair.  A chill emanated from the base of her spine and her face flushed as
she realized the probable function of the chair and the reason for the
placement of the tables and chairs facing the gazebo.

   Like a bellboy at any conventional hotel, Keith helped her with her
luggage, then informed her that she was expected at dinner with a cocktail
hour beginnning at 7:00.  Unlike a conventional hotel bellboy, he also gave
her a pin which she was required to wear.  It was a brooch in the shape of
a small red fox.  "The guests want to get to know you," he said, grinning.
"Tommorrow it gets very personal.  Wear something pretty, now."

   Cindy chose a black sheath dress that displayed her sexy figure to
perfection.  The neckline revealed a generous amount of cleavage and the
lower part of the dress clung to her hips emphasizing the swell of her
pertly rounded buttocks that swayed deliciously with every step.  Drinks
were being served in the garden.  Cindy noted that heads turned to view her
entry.  "Ah, another vivacious fox," said a youngish good looking man in a
black dinner jacket.  "Please allow me to introduce you around, my name is
Mark Hudson."

   "Thank you, Mr Hudson, I guess I feel as though I'm on display," said
Cindy.

   "Well, the hounds are most interested in their quarry, and, please, call
me Mark," laughed Hudson with a warm smile.

   The crowd was interesting, thought Cindy, very hip, very trendy,
bordering on S&M chic.  She had seen this kind of stuff in the Village,
back in NY.  There were micro-mini skirts with thigh-high boots, dresses
that looked more like lingerie, body hugging jump suits and several
designer original dresses with plunging necklines, revealing cut-outs, and
side slits up to the waist.  The men wore relaxed but very fashionable
clothing.  Not a tie was in sight.  This was no stuffy country club set. 
These people were the new rich, CEO's of internet based companies, software
moguls, entertainment types and others riding the crest of the wave that
was American prosperity in the new millenium.  Many of these people had
probably become overnight millionaires when their companies had gone
public. So here they were, rich and ready for a new thrill.  And Fantasies
Unlimited was there to provide them with it, cost being no object.  They
were attractive to boot.  Cindy did not see a single dowdy or plain looker
in attendance.  The women could have been models or actresses, the men, pro
atheletes, politicians, or TV anchors.

   Cindy was warming up rapidly to Mark Hudson, her escort of the moment.
He was intelligent, friendly, and humorous and took pains to make her feel
comfortable.  She wondered if there was a Mrs.  Hudson.  There did not
appear to be one, and he had no ring.  Cindy was introduced to the other
"foxes".  There was a gorgeous red haired woman named Kathleen with wild
red hair that cascaded down her shoulders.  She was in a long green dress
that hugged her slim but decidedly curvy figure .  She met a voluptuous
dark haired beauty named Margo.  There was a tall willowy blonde named
Sarah, a petite brunette named Becky, and a junoesque solidly built blonde
named Paula.

   The foxes were the stars of the show.  Everyone wanted to get to know
them.  As the drinks flowed, the talk became more explicitly focused on the
next day.  How did they feel about the possibility of the forfeits?  Were
they frightened?  Cindy overheard Kathleen teasing her questioners, vowing
that it would be they, not she who should fear the mistress' whip.  She
even remarked to a broadly grinning athletic looking gentleman that she
looked forward to seeing him dance a merry jig as his cute buns were
lashed. He merely laughed and shook his finger at her, then pointed to the
chair on the dias.  "The only dance this crowd will see is the lap dance
you do over my knee, young lady, while your cute fanny turns the color of
your hair and you pay for that last remark." Kathleen just stuck out her
tongue and said, "Well, you'll have to catch me first."

   While Kathleen was being the brat, Margo was being cool and self
assured. "Some of you may try to catch me, but I'm pretty elusive, you'll
have to work hard...and be smart."

   "O, it will be worth it", said a lovely brunette in a sexy spandex one
piece jumpsuit.

   "To the victor, the spoils," chimed in Jerry, a young 20ish curly haired
youth sporting an earring.  "You are a lovely woman, Margo, but
unfortunately our aim is to see you soundly whipped tommorrow night.  I,
for one am looking forward to see you naked and at the whipping post."

   "Oh, will there really be a whipping post?" said the brunette, with a
shiver, "How positively medieval!"

   "You should worry more about your own backside exposed at that post,"
cooed Margo.  "Besides, what if it is I who catches you, tommorrow, instead
of the other way around?  There might be a nasty surprise in store."

   "Ooh, is that a threat or a promise?" laughed Jerry.  "Seriously, Margo,
you are outnumbered and outmatched."

   "We'll see who's outmatched," replied Margo, coolly.  Arrogant bastard,
she thought.  Just wait.

   Cindy overheard a good bit of this type of repartee while being
entertained by Mark, who was not only good-looking but was devastatingly
charming as well.  Cindy finally worked up the courage to ask him how he
felt about the game.

   "It's definitely a thrill, the whole weekend.  The adrenaline gets
pumping with the chase of you lovely foxes.  And the idea of these
forfeits...well, I have to admit, the prospect of this spectacle arouses
certain, er, emotions.  Don't get me wrong, I do not get off on seeing
women being tortured for fun, but the idea of a beautiful naked woman,
bound for the whip like some captured slave girl excites me in a way I
don't even understand myself.  It must be some primordial thing.  And
anyway, they say the actual whipping is more like a college initiation
stunt, it's not that bad.  I hear they have some specialist do it--some one
who knows what he's doing."

   "She--who knows what she's doing," corrected Cindy.

   "Well," said Mark, "That does make it more interesting.  I could be the
one to be whipped if you get away.  I've often wondered what that would be
like."

   "You mean you don't know?" queried Cindy, "From the looks of this crowd,
they are very familiar with such things."

   "I know you are right, many of these people look to be very
sophisticated in their sexual tastes," said Mark, "but honest, I'm just a
curious newbie...but I do have fantasies."

   "Oh, really.  Like what?"

   "Well, for one since you walked in I've fantasized about putting you
over my knee on that chair up there and spanking that cute little derriere
of yours, if I may be so bold."

   "Oh...you cruel brute...you would do that to me?"

   "Yes-- but after that I'd promise to kiss it and make it all better."

   Cindy shivered deliciously at the thought, remembering the episode with
Steve.  "I may hold you to that promise," she said looking into his eyes.

   The dinner was interrupted by the smiling Mr Arcado who spoke from a
podium at the front of the room.

   "Now that dessert has been served, I will take this opportunity to
explain the rules of tommorrow's hunt.  After breakfast, the hunters will
assemble in the garden.  The foxes, your quarry, will have been transported
to sites of their choosing on the property and will have been released an
hour earlier.  Each fox will be wearing a transmitter locked about her
waist.  She cannot remove it.  A fox is "caught" when a switch on the
transmitter is flipped.  Obviously you must subdue her enough to flip the
switch, but once this happens she is the prisoner of the person who
accomplishes that task.  We will receive the transmission here and through
our GPS tracking system, we will locate you and bring you in.  There will
be no unecessary roughness, please.

   "At 4:00pm the all clear siren will sound, signalling an end to the
game. At this point all foxes still in the field will turn on their
transmitters and we will come pick you up.  Another way for a fox to evade
capture is to make it back to the hotel grounds without being caught.  Once
on the grounds, you foxes may toggle your transmitter, and the GPS system
will verify that you are safely in.

   "So you see, hunters, you have your work cut out for you.  As you are
aware, you have all agreed and have executed signed waivers concerning the
forfeits incident to this game.  For every fox that evades capture, two
hunters will be chosen by lot, or they may volunteer, to accept the forfeit
of the escaped fox.  To further explain our forfeits and penalties, I now
turn the program over to Ms Julia Marsden."

   At that point Julia strode into the room.  She was clad in tight jodpurs
with gleaming black boots and a white blouse cinched like a halter
revealing a bare midriff.  Her hair was styled in a bun, giving her a
severe but decidedly sexy look.  Cindy wondered if some of the men (and
perhaps the women as well) wouldn't especially mind being disciplined by
such an imposing and sexy woman.

   "Thank you Alex.  I'm Julia Marsden, "Ms Julia", to you from now on,
ladies and gentlemen, because I will be in charge of administering the
forfeits and penalties that result from the hunt tommorrow.  As Alex
reminded you, you have all signed waivers, permitting yourselves to be
restained and corporally punished, should you lose the contest or violate
the rules.  You should know that I am trained in the use and administration
of corporal punishment and that I am an expert in the use of all the
implements and apparatus that you will see tonight.  First of all be
assured that no punishment that I give will break the skin or leave any
permanent marks or injury.  You have asked for forfeits that attempt to
replicate punishments that may have been typically given to petty criminals
in the late middle ages, prior to the Age of Enlightenment.  We here at
Fantasies Unlimited have attempted to do that.

   " As you also may know, we have a tradition that the person credited
with the capture of a fox may administer to that fox an old fashioned
over-the-knee bare bottom spanking out in the garden.  This "victory
spanking" takes place at the end of the hunt, when you all have returned.
This is not to be a hard punishment, ladies and gentlemen, but a little
warm-up to prepare your captured fox for the evening's festivities.  Now,
if you will follow me to the gallery, I will show you what we have prepared
for your entertainment."

   Julia strode from the dining room with the assembled diners following in
her wake.  At the gallery, a long well-lit room with hardwood floors and
high windows, she opened the french double doors and ushered them inside,
amid excited ooh's and ah's.  A number of pieces of cruel and sinister
apparatus greeted the gaze of the expectant guests.  In the center of the
room was an upright post fashioned on some sort of raised platform.  The
post had rings hear the top and buckling straps hung from various places on
it.  To the left of the post was an old fashioned pillory with a hinged
yoke having holes for neck and hands.  To its right was a tilted A-frame,
having two inclined rails that angled toward each other from the floor with
a padded crosspiece between them at waist-high level.  There was also a
simple t-bar with a padded top and handles below.  The height of the bar
was adjustable.  A hook on the side supported a long strap with a wooden
handle.

   Cindy noted that on each apparatus was hung the implements Julia had
described to her on the jet.  The coiled single thong whip hung from a peg
on a stand next to the post.  The "birch switches" stood in a bucket next
to the pillory and the "cat" hung on a peg on the frame.

   Along one wall were three rows of padded bleachers, like a jury box.

   "Well as you can see, ladies and gentlemen this is a chamber where
punishments will be meted out in front of witnesses.  There is ample
seating in the jury box there so no one will miss a thing.  What we have
here are 3 types of typical period restraining devices for naughty culprits
who might have been sentenced to a public whipping for petty offences.  For
example, in the Americas circa 1650 or in England, an offender might have
been sentenced to the birch and placed in the pillory for her thrashing. 
That thrashing is given with this, a birch rod," said Julia, picking up the
green synthetic birch.  This rod is not the real thing, but it is a
reasonable substitute.  It has 9 1/8" tapered switches made of a synthetic
material.  It will feel like a real birch rod.  Perhaps I should
demonstrate.  Do I have any volunteers?"

   Everyone laughed nervously.

   "I thought not.  Well, never fear, I came prepared.  The staff here at
the resort have drawn lots to see who will assist me tommorrow night, and
the management has determined who will participate in tonight's
demonstration.  Suzy, please step forward."

   Suzy the pretty staffer who had met Julia at the plane, stepped forward.
Cindy now understood why she had seemed so nervous around Julia earlier.

   "Suzy is not really here by choice.  Like business everywhere, employees
are evaluated and critiqued on a regular basis.  It seems that Suzy's
performance evaluations have been less than stellar since we did the last
weekend hunt, so she has been designated as my 'special assistant', and she
knows what that means, right Suzy?"

   "Er...yes ma'am, Ms Julia," quavered Suzy, blushing.

   "My two other assistants are Keith and Sally.  Now, Suzy, first we need
to demonstrate to everyone how the 'victory' spanking should be given.  So
now please fetch me a chair."

   Suzy complied and brought over a straightbacked chair to Julia who took
it, spun it around and seated herself.  Sally and Keith were grinning
broadly at the apparant discomfort of their fellow staffer.

   "Suzy, come here and stand to my right and let down your shorts."

   Suzy nervously, with mincing steps, walked up to Julia seated
imperiously on the chair and began to fumble with the buttons on her khaki
shorts which were stretched tight across her cute bottom.  Suzy looked at
Julia who merely nodded and, taking a deep breath, pulled her shorts down
to her knees.  Julia patted her lap and Suzy eased herself across the
waiting thighs.  Julia adjusted her position until Suzy's bottom was
pointed lewdly at the ceiling, the bulging cheeks barely contained by the
pink nylon panties she wore.

   "Now, Suzy, one more adjustment..." And Julia pulled the flimsy panties
to mid-thigh as a sharp intake of breath could be heard from Suzy.

   "I'm going to spank Suzy 60 times with the flat of my hand," said Julia
patting the chubby rounds offered up over her lap.  "This is the maximum
number of times you will be permitted to swat the fanny of your captured
fox.  Ok Suzy here we go."

   And with that Julia began to pepper Suzy's ripe bottom with crisp smacks
that resounded off of the gallery walls.  Suzy at once began to wriggle and
gasp as the brisk flurry lit a fire in her tender seat.  Julia wasn't
spanking very hard, nevertheless the assembly was treated to Suzy's
wobbling rear cheeks which were quickly turning red under Julia's
no-nonsense brisk smacking.  As the spanking neared its conclusion Suzy's
hissing intake of breath became more audible and she did a squirming lap
dance across the knee of her chastiser.  The last 10 spanks were slower,
more solidly applied smacks, alternating from cheek to cheek, and Suzy
threw back her head and arched her back in a vain attempt to relieve the
sting as each one stuck.

   Julia, having finished, stood Suzy back on her feet.  Suzy, whose mouth
hung open in a wide "O", started to rub her inflamed behind but Julia
stopped her.

   "Turn around Suzy and let them see," she said turning Suzy's backside to
the audience.  "Note that Suzy's bottom is red from the crowns of her
cheeks to the fold where the buttocks meet the thighs."

   Indeed there were two round red "spank spots" attesting to Julia's
prowess.

   "This is how hard you may spank, should you be so fortunate.  This
actually serves a purpose.  It conditions the flesh and attunes the senses
for receiving the more formal whipping which will come later.  It is less
traumatic to receive a whipping on a bottom that has been warmed
beforehand, believe it or not."

   "We will now test that theory.  Suzy, remove the rest of your clothing.
Now, young lady!" said Julia at Suzy's apparant hesitation to comply with
her order.  Blushing ten shades of red, Suzy stripped out of her shorts,
blouse and bra to reveal a flat tummy, narrow waist and firm full breasts
to compliment her sumptuous bottom.  When she was naked, Julia ordered her
to the pillory.

   Suzy walked toward the pillory while Sally and Keith raised the yoke. 
She obediently bent over and allowed Keith and Sally to lock her in the
pillory.  When all was in readiness, Julia picked up the birch and swished
it.  Suzy's bottom cheeks involuntarily clenched at the sound.  "Now, Suzy
I am going to give you 12 strokes, then we will let you up.  Are you
ready?"

   "Yes, Ms Julia."

   Julia tapped the waiting bottom then delivered the first stroke.  The
second followed a second or two later.  The guests could hear Suzy hissing
in pain through clenched teeth as each stroke fell.  Her bottom clenched
and relaxed each time the switches hit.  SWISH!  SWISH!  SWISH!  Julia's
birch descended on Suzy's wiggling bottom, which changed color rapidly,
adding thin red lines to the already crimson surfaces.  Suzy's mouth opened
and she gave a little yip as the last stroke was administered.

   At a nod from Julia, Keith and Sally unlocked the yoke and Suzy rose,
her hands immediatly clutching her burning seat and rubbing.

   "Well, Suzy, how was that?"

   "Yeow...it burns, Ms Julia, quite a stinging sensation...ooh!"

   "Suzy received only 12, ladies and gentlemen.  The forfeit is 3 dozen.
You will be dancing and rubbing a bit more vigorously than Suzy if you are
here tommorrow night."

   Julia moved to the frame.

   "In certain areas of Europe, a whipping frame like the one you see
before you might have been used in jails or in a public square to mete out
justice.  The implement of that justice is the multi-thonged whip.  This
whip is a cross between the French martinet, an implement of domestic
correction, and the often brutal cat-o-nine-tails of British naval lore. 
Keith and Sally will now secure Suzy to the frame."

   As the two assistants fastened Suzy to the whipping frame, Julia
continued, "Suzy will receive 9 lashes with this whip and then we will hear
her reaction.  Note how the padded crosspiece pushes Suzy's buttocks out so
that they are presented for the whip."

   Julia picked up the lash and swished it through the air.  At the sound,
Suzy clenched her buttocks.

   "Now you all saw what Suzy did when I whooshed the whip like that--she
clenched her bottom cheeks.  If you find yourself here tommorrow night, a
word of advice--don't do that.  It actually hurts less if you relax.

   "All right Suzy, here we go--9 lashes, well laid on.  Are you ready?"

   "Yes, ma'am," said Suzy in a tremulous voice.

   Julia proceeded to lash Suzy 9 times across her wriggling buns, allowing
for a full 10 to 15 seconds to elapse between each lash.  The strands of
the whip splayed out across her fanny at each impact.  Suzy was more vocal
this time, uttering a little cry each time the whip fell.  When she
finished, she motioned to the two assistants to release Suzy.  Suzy stood
on unsteady legs and massaged her rear end, grimacing, eyes full of tears
that were about to flow.

   "Tell everyone what that felt like, Suzy."

   "Ow...yes ma'am.  It stung like anything, like a hive of bees.  It
wasn't a burn like the other one, it was a sharper stinging sensation.  Wow
was it ever!"

   "Very good Suzy.  Now you know we have one more, don't you?"

   "Yes, Ms Julia, but please not too hard, my poor hiney burns like
blazes!"

   "Suzy, pleading will not help you.  You know why you are here and that
is to be punished.  I will whip you as hard as you deserve, which is hard
enough to demonstrate to these people why they should wish to avoid your
fate.  Now march yourself over to the whipping post.  Keith and Sally,
secure her tightly."

   "Julia continued, "The whipping post is the most famous of our devices
and the most well-known.  Its use is found in one form or another in just
about every culture.  It was actually in use here in the United States as
late as the 1950's in Delaware.  We have modified our whipping post because
unlike the traditional device in which the offender was whipped across his
back, we will lash the derriere and upper thighs.  As you notice, the post
has restraints at the lower back and at the knees.  This is causing Suzy to
push her buttocks outwardly, presenting them for the whip.  The whip is a
single-thong snakeskin.  Suzy will receive six lashes."

   As she spoke, Suzy was tied to the post by the buckling straps Julia had
described along with wrist cuffs dangling from a ring at the top and ankle
cuffs at the bottom.  Thus secured, Suzy looked nervously over her shoulder
at Julia who removed the whip from its peg and proceded to crack it several
times.  Suzy flinched involuntarily each time the whip cracked.

   "Eyes to the front, Suzy!" barked Julia.

   Suzy shivered and steeled herself.  Julia drew back the whip, then
brought it forward in a long arc.  The tip of the whip cracked across the
crowns of Suzy's bottom cheeks.  "Ow...ow...ow!" yelled Suzy.  A few
seconds passed while Julia paused, flicking the whip, then she drew back
her arm again and placed another stripe across Suzy's quivering fanny just
below the first.  "Ahhh...ow" bleated Suzy.  Crack!  Seconds later Julia
laid the third hot lash across Suzy's well reddened seat, provoking another
anguished yelp.  The three lines of darker red were clearly visible to all.
Julia applied 3 more stripes to the jiggling seat which clenched
involuntarily as each one fell.  Suzy howled at each one.

   Then the straps were unbuckled and Suzy was released.  She was crying
and sniffling as she bent over cutely, her hands rubbing her behind trying
to soothe the flaming heat in her buns.

   "What did that feel like, Suzy?  Turn around and tell everyone."

   "Yeow...it was like a hot wire, every lick.  It really st...stung.  It
was like each one was concentrated, not spead out like with that cat
thing."

   " Thank you, Suzy, you may now dress." A grateful Suzy grabbed her
clothes and put them back on.

   "Tommorrow night the exact nature of the forfeit, the birch, the cat,
the dogwhip, will be determined by chance.  There will be an equal number
of each and the number of stokes alotted to each is fixed.  The penalty
with the birch is 3 dozen, the cat merits 20 and the whip 13."

   The crowd was quiet now as hunters and prey alike nervously pondered the
promised forfeits for losing the contest.

   "Are there any questions?"

   "Are you going to hit us as hard as you did with Suzy?" said a cute
brunette in a black miniskirt.

   "Dear, the answer is yes.  You have all signed on for this game and the
penalty phase of it would be unconvincing if the whippings were to be
faked. Make no mistake about it, if you find yourself bound to one of these
devices tommorrow know that you are in for a good solid licking.  Anyone
else?"

   "Yeah," said Margo, "I want to know if the foxes who win get to dish out
a spanking in the garden too.  I mean the hunters get to do it if they
capture a fox, so how about the other way around?"

   "The rule is this.  When all have assembled in the garden and we see who
has won, each free fox will draw two names.  Those are her stand-ins for
the forfeits.  At that time she may elect to spank either or both of them
or she may designate me to do it."

   "Ooh I can't wait," said Margo gleefully rubbing her hands together,
amid boos and catcalls from the others.

   "Now there is one final item of business," said Julia.  "Every contest
has rules and so do we.  A rule sheet may be picked up on your way out. 
What I want to talk about are rules violations.  We will have marshalls
patrolling the grounds who will note any rule-breaking.  Just as in
football there are penalties, and these penalties are the focus of our last
piece of apparatus."

   Julia indicated the t-shaped trestle and its padded cylinder.  Picking
up a 24" supple black strap, she said, "Violate a rule, especially one
involving unnecessary roughness, and you will find yourself over a barrel,
as they say, and having a dialog with this strap.  I can assure you it
smarts and you will know you have been taken to the woodshed if you get
it!" And with that she slapped the leather down on the padded roll top with
a loud whack that left no doubt in anyone's mind that she meant business.

   At this point Mr Arcado reappeared.

   "Thank you Ms Julia, for such an enlightening demonstration.  Well,
there you have it, ladies and gentlemen, the fate that awaits you or an
arousing spectacle.  The rest of the evening is yours--but I would suggest
that you retire early.  We will rise at 7.  The foxes will return to
quarters now."

   Attendants in the standard Fantasies Unlimited uniform entered the room
and sought out each of their assigned foxes.  Cindy turned to Mark as she
was being escorted out.

   "Thank you for being so kind to me tonight.  I hope it's not me up there
tommorrow night, but if it is, remember your promise."

   "I will Cindy," said Mark with a smile.  "Sleep tight now." Mark's eyes
followed the seductive sway of Cindy's rear as she walked away.  In truth,
Mark like the rest of the men and women present were now in a state of high
arousal as a result of witnessing Suzy's chastisement.  And despite
Arcado's admonition, many of those assembled would pair off that evening.
In fact over the next few hours muffled cracks, squeals, and groans of
pleasure could be heard from behind closed doors.  As for Mark he had
chosen his quarry and he fully intended to make good on his promise--but
not before he had had the pleasure of spanking Cindy's beautiful buns to a
rosy red hue.

   END OF PT 2