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 FOX AND HOUNDS Pt 3

   Julia was energized.  The demonstration in the drawing room had been
exhilerating.  And there was more to come tonight.  Julia shrugged out of
her tight jodpurs and changed into a black straight miniskirt and a
longsleeved white blouse with a choker collar.  The blouse had a ruffle
down its front which was fastened with pearl buttons.  She styled her long
blonde hair into a bun and put on a pair of hornrimmed glasses.  There, she
thought, the effect was perfect--a combination of sexiness and severity,
she appeared as a schoolboy fantasy, the strict schoolmistress with the
body and face of a goddess.  Tonight she had a role to play and she had to
give a lesson to a very deserving young man.

   She had an appointment with Peter Radix, one of the new breed of
entreprenuers riding the crest of the internet age.  A millionaire at 30,
Peter had his own company.  He was a brilliant software engineer, but when
it came to running his company, well , that was where things had put him in
a bad situation.  He had allowed his employees to sexually harass a young
female clerk.  He had even made a pass at her himself, and rebuffed, he had
stood silently by, allowing some of his male subordinates to make this
woman's life miserable.  The result was predictable.  She sued.  Peter,
facing a demand for stiff damages and not having much of a defense, offered
to settle.  But the woman wanted more than money.  She wanted Peter himself
to feel some of the shame and humiliation she had been put through. 
Fortunately for her and unfortunately for Peter, she had an experienced
female attorney who had heard of "The Little Red Schoolhouse."

   The Little Red Schoolhouse had been Julia's brainchild.  Funded by
Fantasies Unlimited, it had started out as a retro real-life experience for
submissively inclined individuals who wanted a fantasy immersion in a
turn-of the-century schoolhouse complete with strict schoolmarms and
liberal doses of corporal punishment.  Later it branched out to accept not
only those looking for a kinky thrill, but deserving men and women who
actually needed a little discipline.  Little by little word leaked out
among a select group of judges, social workers, attorneys, CEO's of
companies and others in positions of power that good old fashioned
discipline could be purchased for those in need of such a thing.  Clients
began to show up--sent there because of some judge's order, a condition of
probation, a legal settlement or an ultimatum given by someone with the
power to do so.  Shoplifting housewives, embezzling secretaries, young
graffiti artists and lazy heirs all found themselves undergoing a weekend
of instuction and discipline at the hands of Julia and her hand picked
staff.  The classes and lessons were real, and so was the punishment for
failure or poor performance.  Julia made liberal use of the traditional
American schoolhouse tools for disciplining her charges.  Thus the hickory
switch, the wooden paddle, the school strap, and the ruler were in frequent
use.

   Peter hurried along the hotel corridor.  He didn't want anyone to see
him dressed the way he was.  As instructed he was on his way to a "make up"
class with Ms Julia, having been excused midway through a "Schoolhouse"
weekend because of a family emergency.  He was dressed in garb that was
standard for male "Schoolhouse" attendees.  He wore short pants, about a
size too small, a white shirt, blue tie, knee socks and leather shoes.  It
was a juvenile costume calculated to embarass.  Nervously he knocked on
Julia's door.  When Julia opened the door, the sight of her in the sexy
schoolteacher's outfit produced another jolt to his already burgeoning
hard-on which had resulted from his viewing of Suzy's whippings.  In truth
Peter was smitten with Julia, not only her beauty, but her commanding
presence.  Peter could not explain it, but he was jelly in the hands of
such a strong, lovely, no-nonsense woman.  So when she had told him to meet
her at this resort, on this weekend, he did.

   Julia bade Peter come in, and, eyeing him cooly, pivoted and strode to
her desk at one end of the large luxury suite.  Peter could not tear his
eyes from the swaying rounds of Julia's buttocks, sheathed in the tight
skirt she wore.  Seating herself at the desk she looked every inch the
stern schoolmistress about to scold a nuaghty student.

   "You know why you are here Peter.  Did you finish the assignment I gave
you?"

   "Ah...almost, Ms Julia, here's what I have", said Peter apologetically,
handing Julia a sheaf of papers.

   "Why this is most incomplete, Peter.  You were to write an essay
describing how your company was to eliminate sexual harassment in the
workplace."

   "Ah...yes, ma'am, I just didn't have time to finish it," said Peter with
a woeful look.

   "That is unacceptable, Peter.  I cannot report to Ms Johnson's attorney
that you have completed the weekend with me that you agreed to do.  Your
failure to complete this assignment will have to be punished.  Further I
intend to give you a test that you will sit in this room and complete which
I will then grade."

   Peter swallowed nervously.  "Yes, ma'am" was all he could say.

   Picking up a sturdy 18" ruler, Julia dragged an armless chair in front
of the desk.  Peter's eyes widened as his gaze fixated on the hard, thick
ruler.  Julia sat down and tapped the ruler against her palm.  "You have
only yourself to blame for this Peter.  I am going to teach you to take
this matter seriously.  Drop your pants.  Now."

   Part of Peter could not believe what was happening.  She really intended
to spank him!  His mouth was dry and his palms sweated.  He did not want
her to see his rising excitement.  "Please, Ms Julia, isn't there some
other way..."

   "NOW, Peter," commanded Julia.

   With an abject groan Peter unzipped the shorts and dragged them to his
knees.  He hobbled over to Julia who yanked down his jockey shorts to
reveal a turgid, bobbing penis which he tried to cover up with his hands.

   "I see my little boy thinks this will be fun.  I assure you that you
will feel differently in a few moments.  Get over my knee!"

   Peter flopped across her lap, bottoms up.  Julia allowed her thighs to
come apart just enough to capture the engorged member trapping it between
her stockinged legs.  Peter gave a little gasp at the feel of this
delicious friction and at the embarassment of lying bottoms up across her
knee like a ten-year-old.

   "Peter, you are about to receive a good old fashioned schoolhouse
licking.  Do not attempt to get off my lap until I am through and do not
put your hands in the way of my ruler.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes, Ms Julia," choked Peter.

   Julia raised the ruler and brought it down with a forceful smack!,
bridging the crest of Peter's buttocks.  Another smack followed.  And
another.  "Ow!...ow!....ow!" yelled Peter.  "I'm just beginning, Mr Radix,"
said Julia, "so keep still."

   Julia started to rain down spank after spank with the heavy ruler,
putting plenty of arm and a flick of the wrist into each lick.  Peter
winced and yelped at each sharp smack which quickly started to burn his
bare backside with a searing heat.  The spanking continued unabated for
several minutes.  Julia's strong right arm delivered crisp meaty smacks
that caused bands of red to appear across Peter's tender rear cheeks,
prompting Peter to have to struggle to choke back tears of pain and
humiliation.  It was such a childish punishment, thought Peter, and so
humiliating.  Here he was, 30 years old and lying barebottomed across this
attractive woman's knee getting his bare fanny tanned while he kicked and
wriggled like a little boy in the third grade.  "Ow...ow...ow...ow..." he
bleated.  He could not help himself.  Each smack burned like fire, his butt
felt like it was being toasted with a hot iron.

   With a final flurry of spanks that left Peter begging for mercy, Julia
stopped.

   "Now you may get up, Peter, and pull your pants back up."

   Peter's pants were bunched around his knees.  This seemed somehow even
more humiliating than if he had taken them off completely.  He hobbled to
his feet and hurriedly pulled them up, wincing as the cloth contacted his
inflamed seat.  Julia noticed the absence of the former hard penis.  Good,
she thought, this was was for punishment, not pleasure.

   "Now, sit down in that chair, Peter, we are not finished.  You will
finalize this essay and get it to me within a week or there will be a
repeat of tonight's treatment, do you understand?"

   "Yes, ma'am," said a red faced and thoroughly chastised Peter.

   "We will now have a test.  I have prepared some questions about sexual
harassment that, if you have read the materials assigned to you, you should
know.  You have 10 minutes to answer these 20 questions and hand this test
back to me.  I will grade you.  You will be assessed one stroke of the cane
for each incorrect answer.  Are you ready?"

   This was all happening so fast.  Peter had skimmed through the stuff on
the plane but God!-- a stroke with a cane on his already inflamed ass for
each wrong answer--he couldn't bear it.

   "Please Ms Julia, I can't...."

   "We are starting NOW Peter." And she clicked on a timer.

   Peter bent to the task.  He was in luck--he had seen most of this stuff.
When the timer rang 10 minutes later, he was confident that he had answered
all correctly.  He handed the paper to Julia who was seated behind the
desk. He stood before her as she went over the paper, making a mark here
and there.  After a few minutes she looked up.

   "You did fair I would say, only 6 wrong.  You should have studied
harder, my boy."

   Six?  Six?  thought Peter.  That meant six strokes with a cane!  Did she
really mean to cane him?  An icy chill formed in the pit of his stomach as
Julia rose and walked to a basket in the corner of the room and pulled out
a thin yellow cane with a knob at the end.

   "Turn the chair around so you can bend over the back, Peter.  Pull your
pants and briefs down to your knees, you're getting six with this cane
across your bare bottom." As she spoke she swooshed the cane through the
air several times.  It looked very whippy and made an evil whining sound.

   Peter had no choice.  It was go through with this or the settlement was
off.  With trembling hands he peeled down his pants once again.  He knew
this was going to hurt.

   "Bend over and grip the front of the chair seat.  If you let go and
rise, that stroke does not count.  You will receive six.  Prepare
yourself." Julia took her stance to Peter's right and laid the cane across
his vulnerable and exposed bottom.  She tapped him 1...2...3 times then,
SWISH....CRACK!  The cane exploded across Peter's tender seat.  It felt
like a hot wire.  Peter could not believe the pain.  It seemed to blot out
everything in the room, leaving only livid fire in his buttocks. 
SWISH....WHACK!  Again the merciless wand landed.  SWISH.....CRACK! 
"Yeowwww!" screamed Peter, overcome.  He shot up, grabbing his wealed buns.

   "That one will not count Peter.  Please resume the position so I can
continue with your caning," said Julia calmly.

   "P..please, Ms Julia, I can't stand this.  It's killing me," blubbed
Peter.

   "Nonsense.  English schoolboys of 13 take this without flinching and
without uttering a sound.  You are a grown man of 30, so take this like a
man.  Back down over the chair and no more getting up."

   Wiping away the tears that had started to flow, Peter slowly resumed the
humiliating stance over the chair, bottom uppermost.  Julia delivered three
more searing cuts over the next minute.  Peter howled and hissed with each
one, the pain was so intense.  It was if he were nothing but a pair of
buttocks for Julia to whip.  The fire in his naked seat overwhelmed all of
his senses.  At number six he started to rise, but Julia stopped him.

   "I did not give you permission to rise.  Get back down, you have one
more."

   "Oh, please..." began Peter, but he stopped when his eyes met Julia's
steely gaze.  He bent over again.

   SWISH....Thwack!  "Ow...ow...ow...", the hardest one yet thought Peter.

   Having concluded, Julia turned and strode to the basket replacing the
cruel cane.  Through red rimmed eyes Peter marvelled at how so desireable a
woman could have whipped him like a child while he just let her do it.  He
observed the swaying haunches in the tight miniskirt and knew that if she
had chosen to give him six more he would have obeyed her.

   "All right, Peter, you may rise.  Replace your pants."

   Peter tried to regain his composure through teary eyes and the painful
throbbing in his behind.

   Julia turned and addressed him.  "All right, Peter, we are done.  I hope
there are no hard feelings.  I think you are very sweet.  You are a good
man, but, I fear, in this matter, a bad boy.  So you have now been duly
punished and when I receive your paper I will report to Ms Johnson's
attorney that you have completed the course of instruction.  You may go."

   Dismissed, Peter mumbled a 'thank you Ms Julia' and gingerly made his
way back to his room, trying once again to avoid other guests seeing him in
such juvenile and humiliating clothing.  Back in his room he shucked his
pants and viewed the damage in the mirror.  Seven precision-placed weals
decorated his buttocks.

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   In her room Cindy tried to sleep but she tossed and turned.  Once or
twice she heard muffled smacking noises coming from the main hotel across
the garden and still later a sharp sound like a twig breaking.  1...2...3,
then a pause, 4...5...6, then later one more.  Was this Julia's naughty
young man getting his just desserts?

   What had she gotten herself into?  The money had blinded her. 
Witnessing the flogging demonstration that evening had reminded her that
she might be in for some serious and painful punishment.  And yet, Julia
had been right.  She was horney.  Her lust had been triggered by the naked
whippings inflicted on poor Suzy and her observation of the obvious effect
on the men.  She had especially felt the heat radiating from Mark.  Toward
the end, when Suzy had been lashed with the dogwhip Mark had put his hand
around her waist and had pressed into her from behind.  She had responded,
allowing her body to relax against his and had felt his hard prick pushing
against the groove between her bottomcheeks.  Had she been allowed to, she
would have gone to his room that night and given herself to him.  As dawn
pushed relentlessly forward, she finally fell into a fitful sleep.