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 Fox and Hounds Chapter 4- The Hunt

   Dawn had barely come when Cindy was rudely awakened by a persistent
clanging.  She lifted her head slowly and tried to reorient herself.  She
was at the resort--for the hunt, the fox and hounds game--today!  Before
she had time to even get out of bed her door burst open and a pair of khaki
clad staff, one with a clipboard, entered her room.  She felt like she was
being rousted like some private in the army the way they hustled her along
to get dressed.  Satisfied that she was up, they left.  Cindy dressed as
though for a run, in jogging togs with a tank top and running shoes.  She
didn't know what else to wear and assumed that fleetness of foot would be
the thing that would best enable her to avoid the sting of Julia's whip.

   The foxes were being served breakfast in a communal mess.  They were
encouraged to stoke up, as it was to be a long day.  Not everyone was
dressed for a run.  A couple were in jeans with rugged hiking shoes. 
Becky, the cute brunette, wore a bare midriff t-shirt and jean cutoffs that
emphasized the curves of her rear.  Not the thing you want to flash at the
hounds, thought Cindy.  Kathleen the redhead with the long curly hair was
in black spandex and a sports bra that seemed more suitable for picking up
guys at the gym than escape and evasion.  The full length stretch leggings
left nothing to the imagination and put Kathleen's slender but luscious
body on full display.  Margo seemed to have the best idea with camo gear
and boots.

   At breakfast they were briefed on the terrain and asked to pick their
drop off locations.  Cindy favored a wooded copse of trees near a meadow.
Margo picked a ridge above a steep ravine.  The others made their choices.
There was not much banter.  They had all seen Suzy whipped to tears the
previous night and agreed that the forfeits were not the light-hearted
hazing ceremony that they had expected.  If they were caught they would be
stripped and whipped with all the strength and skill in Ms Julia's sturdy
right arm.  It would hurt, they all agreed, and they were highly motivated
to elude their hunters.

   They were given a light day pack with water and energy bars.  Next the
transmitters were locked around their arms.  They were loaded into jeeps
and driven on dirt fire roads and jeep trails to the remote locations they
had selected.  When the jeeps drove off, each of them took off to find a
good hiding place.  Cindy opted for a copse of trees on the edge of a
meadow.  She could hide in the trees, but if she were spotted, could sprint
across the meadow to a small round top hill.  From the base of the hill she
might be able to work her way along a creek and back to the hotel.  Nothing
to do now but wait, she thought.  Looking at her watch she noted that it
was 8:00am.  The hounds had been loosed!

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   With her field glasses Margo could see them coming up the ravine.  There
were 5 of them, 3 men and two women.  Margo had packed a few extra goodies
for this hunt and she hoped to use them.  The hunters were about to become
the hunted.  She especially wanted to catch that smug bastard who had
teased her at the party.  You have no idea who you are fooling with, she
thought to herself.  She had a length of thin but strong nylon line, a
Leatherman tool, and a ball gag--just the thing to turn the tables on this
bunch.  She hoped that they would split up so she could isolate one.  She
had solved the problem of the transmitter by picking the lock with her
tool. It just wouldn't do to have the the thing trip inadvertently, so she
stuffed it in her pack.

   Near the top of the defile they split up, a man and woman heading over
one side of the ridge and another couple taking the other side.  That left
a solitary male still heading up toward her.  In a few moments the others
would be out of sight and out of earshot.  Like a lioness stalking her
prey, Margo moved down the ravine to intercept the lone man.  Anticipating
his route, she rigged a trip line between two trees along the game trail
that he was sure to use.  Then she waited in a thicket, the other end of
the line in her hand.

   As he came around a bend in the trail, she recognized him.  Jerry
something or other, an arrogant bastard.  They were all rich assholes, she
thought.  This was going to be fun.

   Huffing and out of shape, Jerry blundered right into the trap.  Margo
pulled on the trip line and Jerry went down face first.  Margo was on him
in an instant, tying his forearms together behind him with the stout cord
before his mind could even register what was happening.  When he opened his
mouth to yell, Margo stuffed it with the ball gag and tied it behind his
head.  Sitting on his back, Margo took another length of the cord and tied
his ankles together.

   Raising herself and dusting off her camo pants she said, "Well, well,
Jerry, you've got yourself in a fine kettle of fish.  Look what I've got
here.  You're all trussed up and your friends are off over the ridge.  They
won't be back for awhile, so let's have some fun."

   Jerry's muffled protests could be heard through the gag as Margo hauled
Jerry to his feet.  He could not move to prevent Margo from throwing a line
over a low tree limb and tying it to his fettered hands.  She tugged on the
line pulling Jerry's arms up behind him causing him to bend over slightly.
When she had what she thought was the right posture, she tied the line
around the trunk of the tree.

   "You know Jerry, how the other night everybody watched poor Suzy getting
her butt whipped?  Well, it excited me too, and I know it excited you.  I
saw you.  I saw that bulge in your pants.  And I was thinking, would it be
as exciting to see a man getting it?"

   Jerry stopped struggling and stared wild eyed, some fear creeping in
now.

   "What do you think?  And then I got to thinking.  I might not get to
find out.  I mean what if all us foxes get caught?  Or if the people who
get chosen by lot are all women, what then?  I'll never know.  So I decided
on a little experiment."

   As she was speaking, Margo took her pocket tool started to cut a thin
branch.  She skinned the leaves and the buds off, carefully stripping the
slender wand into a smooth 3 foot long very whippy switch.

   "My mom used to make me cut these when I was due for a good whippin'.  I
can tell you they sting like the devil.  She never had a set number either,
she just used to whip me 'till I howled and she thought I'd had enough."

   Jerry's eyes grew wide with fright at the sight of the instrument of his
impending punishment.

   "You ever have a good hard switchin' Jerry?"

   Jerry shook his head dumbly.  He couldn't believe this was happening.

   "Well, baby, you're gonna get one now.  Let's get these pants down."

   With Jerry trying to scream through the gag, Margo unfastened Jerry's
pants and yanked them down to his ankles.  Then, kneeling before him, Margo
slowly slid his briefs down baring him from waist to knees.  Surprisingly,
his penis gave a little twitch and began to rise.

   "My, my, what have we here?" she cooed.  Margo decided she would now
tease Jerry.  "I may need to have a bit more freedom of movement, if you
know what I mean," she said, stripping off her top to reveal her
beautifully sculpted breasts practically overflowing her tight black bra.
Jerry could not take his eyes off of her heaving breasts.  His penis began
to harden.  Margo just grinned in satisfaction at his perdicament and
swished the switch to get a feel for its flexibility.

   Margo moved behind him, swishing the switch.  The whining sound produced
a cold knot of fear in Jerry's gut.  Margo put the switch under her arm and
pulled Jerry's shirt up and out of the way.  He was now completely exposed,
bending forward slightly, bare ass sticking out obscenely.  Giving his buns
a little pat she stood to his right and tapped his butt a few times.  He
jerked even at these light taps and strained to look over his shoulder.

   "I think I'll start out with 6, no, 12 of the best, Jerry then we'll
see. How does that sound?  OK?"

   Jerry just moaned in frustration and fear.  Margo drew back her arm and
swiped the switch down across Jerry's bottom with a satisfying SWICK!  A
red weal appeared.

   "Mmmf...mmmf!" Jerry's muffled scream was frantic.  The switch had stung
like blazes.

   SWICK!  SWICK!  SWICK!  SWICK!  Margo whipped the limber switch across
Jerry's nude bottom.  The sound of each hissing lick was followed by
muffled cries from Jerry, straining to escape the gag.  His body jerked
like a puppet being tugged on a string with every livid red stripe raised
across his ass.  He could not believe the intensity of the pain from the
slender switch.  Each stroke felt like a red hot wire was being laid across
the cheeks of his behind.

   As for Margo, the feeling of such power was intoxicating.  She revelled
in the whine and crack of the switch against Jerry's reddening bottom.  She
loved the sight of Jerry stamping and hopping in a vain attempt to avoid
the licks she delivered.  SWICK!  SWICK!  SWICK!  She kept it up, well past
the promised 12.

   "What you're getting, Jerry, is a good 'ol country whippin', just like
Ma used to give." And after a final 5 or 6 full-armed swipes that raised
Jerry up on his toes, she threw the switch down.  Jerry's rear was a livid
mass of red lines.  None had broken the skin, but from his reaction Margo
bet that he felt like he'd been skinned.  Jerry was soaked in sweat and was
mewling pitiously through the gag.  Margo rubbed his bottom and at the same
time stroked his penis which had become limp under the intense pain of the
whipping.

   "Aw, did we lose this fine specimen 'cause of mama's whippin'?  Well,
then mama will make it all better," whispered Margo seductively as she
coaxed the thickening member back to hardness.  Margo herself had become
aroused to the point of giddiness and decided to make good use of what she
had created.

   Jerry gasped with mixed horror and pleasure as she stroked him faster
and faster.  When he was fully hard, Margo stopped and untied the cord from
the tree trunk.  She pushed Jerry up against the tree and ran the cord
around his waist, tying him with his back to the tree.  She next produced a
condom from a pocket and fitted it over Jerry's twitching hardness.  Jerry
could not believe his eyes as Margo shimmied her pants and panties down to
her knees.  She turned around and, bending over slightly, backed up against
Jerry mashing her soft voluptuous buttocks into his pelvis.  Reaching back
and taking the turgid member in hand, she inserted it between the slippery
lips of her quim and pushed back, impaling herself.  She rocked on her
heels, forcing the hard penis to slide in and out as her buttocks flattened
themselves against his abdomen in time with her sinuous movements.  A wave
of pleasure began to build as she thrust herself back and forth on the hard
shaft.  As she felt her climax coming, her movements became faster until at
last she humped herself against him furiuosly.  She felt Jerry's body
stiffen as she came, signalling that he too had erupted in climax.

   When her breath returned, she disengaged herself with a soft plop, and
rearranged her clothing.  Jerry slumped over with exhaustion.  Margo pulled
up his pants and refastened his belt.  "There," she said, "Good as new,
right?  Somehow I don't think you'll tell anyone about this little episode.
You'd have to submit some pretty embarassing 'evidence' to prove what
happenned.  In fact I'm going to untie your hands.  You can do the rest."

   Margo loosed the cord tying Jerry's arms and jogged off down the ravine.
Having cut through the group of pursuers, she made it all the way in easily
and was home free by mid afternoon.

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   Cindy was trapped.  She knew they would spot her soon, it was only a
matter of time.  She was hugging the treeline on the edge of a meadow, but
a group of six was spread out over the meadow and coming her way.  She
could hear the rustle of brush in the woods behind her, so that way was no
good either.  Could she dash between them and flee across the meadow? 
Maybe, but she was unsure of what lay on the other side.  More hunters
perhaps.  The footfalls behind her got closer.  She would have to make a
move.  She darted out of the brush, hoping to scoot past the approaching
hunters before they could react.  And it worked!  They shouted and gave
chase.  One of them was Mark!  She could see the determination on his face
as he stretched out his stride to catch her.  He was gaining, she could
see. He must be in good shape, she thought with dismay.  She was about to
make the opposite tree line.  She and Mark had outdistanced all the rest.
Now it was just the two of them.  She flew into the trees but it was too
thick and she had to slow down to stumble through the brush.  She suddenly
felt herself rushing headlong downhill.  She heard Mark frantically calling
to her.  "Wait!" He yelled.  "Not that way!" But Cindy did not heed the
warning.  She pushed through some brush to find herself on the edge of a
cliff.  Her momentum had caused her to teeter precariously.  She was about
to lose balance when her waist was encircled by Mark's strong arm which
pulled her to safety.

   "You little idiot!  You almost went over the cliff," exclaimed Mark.

   When he relaxed his grip Cindy tried to bolt.

   "Oh no you don't," he said and deftly reached behind her and toggled her
transmitter.  "Now it does you no good to run.  You are mine, now. 
Officially, in fact.  Now lets' get you away from the side of this cliff."

   Cindy allowed Mark to pull her to safety.  "I guess I should thank you
for grabbing me when you did.  Thank you," she said breathlessly.

   "You're welcome.  You were about to throw yourself into that ravine. 
Didn't you hear me?"

   "I just wanted to get away," said Cindy in a small voice.

   "I'd rather you didn't kill yourself in the process, young lady."

   Cindy shivered at Mark's stern tone of voice, but his concern for her
was obvious.

   "Well, you caught me," said Cindy, her eyes downcast.  Dammit!  She had
wanted to escape.  "I guess that means when we get back you're going
to....you know," she said, her voice trailing off.

   "Yes.  I know what this means, and yes, I am going to spank your little
butt good and proper.  You could have killed yourself, but I'm glad you are
safe.  I have plans for you, but first I guess you'll have to pay the
piper."

   Cindy grimaced.  Oh no!  A public spanking....not to mention what was to
transpire later.  "Please, please go easy on me Mark.  I know I was
reckless but..." But Mark just shook his head.  "I want to make this
memorable, Cindy, and besides, the other members of my party who slogged
all over the place chasing you will expect me to do the job justice-- so
you'll just have to grin and bear it."

   Cindy gave a groan and slumped to the ground.  In the distance she could
hear a vehicle approaching.  This was it.  She was a captive now and they
were coming to take her back.  There was no help for it.  She had an
appointment, not only with Mark, but with Ms Julia and her whips.

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   When the jeep arrived she had been put in handcuffs.  "For her own
protection" they said.  It wouldn't do to have captured foxes trying to
escape into the woods with night coming, they might hurt themselves. 
Right, she thought ruefully, they just don't want anyone trying to get out
of the humiliating forfeits to be paid.  Mark was her official "capturer"
so they gave him a little leash that hooked to the cuffs.  She was his
prize.  She was powerless to prevent him leading her to that raised dias
and that sturdy looking chair and putting her over his knee like a little
girl who has been naughty.  Still, a part of her felt a little erotic
thrill.  She only hoped it would not hurt too much.  She heard the distant
siren sounding the end of the hunt.  Too late for me, she thought, and
wondered if any had escaped.

   The jeep pulled in and Mark helped her out.

   "If you will take her to the garden, sir, the others are arriving," said
a uniformed staffer.

   "Let's go, Cindy, time to pay up," said Mark with a smile.  "Just
remember, a hot bottom is a lot less painful than a broken leg...  or
worse."

   The crowd was gathering in front of the raised gazebo.  Cindy saw Becky,
the petite brunette with the tight cutoffs, in handcuffs, her eyes wide
with apprehension.  She was being led by a tall sinewy woman with auburn
hair.  Kathleen, the gorgeous slender redhead, had apparantly been caught
by a tall athletic looking man who sported a bruise on his cheek and
scratches on his face.  He had a determined look on his face that did not
bode well for Kathleen.  Sarah, the tall blonde, had been captured by an
older, distinguished looking gentleman who just smiled at his captive while
he accepted congratulations from his colleagues.  Sarah was trying to hold
her head high and appear courageous, but she was visibly shaken and
nervously eyed the raised dias and that chair.  Margo and Paula were not in
handcuffs.  They were smiling and accepting comments and congratulations
from the others, who must have been wondering with a bit of nervousness who
would be chosen to take their places.

   They were standing around laughing and talking while drinks were being
served by waiters in uniform.  It might have been an ordinary garden party
for all anyone could tell except for the four girls in handcuffs and on
leashes.  Still, there was an undercurrent of expectation and nervous
excitement.

   The crowd eyed the capturers and their prey enviously, and there was a
glint in the eye of every hunter present that proclaimed how anxious they
were for things to get started.  These little foxes had led them up
ravines, through thick brush, and down steep slopes.  There were scratches
and sore joints and bruises from falling down and hacking their way through
some heavy underbrush.  Yes, they were all ready to see these little
madames taken to task.



   Ms Julia arrived.  She was dressed for a hunt, in the tight jodpurs and
boots of the previous night.  She carried a clipboard and was accompanied
by Alex Arcado.  His eyes met Cindy's for a moment.  He gave her a grin
that said gee, tough luck, kid.

   "May we have your attention, please, everyone," began Arcado.  "My
congratulations to the hunters who bagged a fox, and, my condolences to the
poor foxes who were caught.  But the rules of the game were agreed to by
all of you, and it is now time to collect the forfeits for today's hunt.  I
again turn the proceedings over to Ms Julia." As Julia strode to the podium
on the gazebo, the crowd continued to chatter.

   The woman holding Becky regarded her with a broad smile, and Becky
blushed as she talked about exacting her revenge.  "Sweetheart, I just
can't wait to get that cute little fanny of yours up over my knee.  I'm
gonna spank you good, you hear.  Imagine, leading us through that creek all
day.  Why my boots are wet!"

   The man holding Kathleen was talking to his fellow hunters about the
bruise and the scratches.  "Yeah, she hit me with a rock, can you believe
it?  Then she tried to scratch my eyes out when I was going for her
transmitter.  This little she cat is due for hot time over my knee, I
guarantee it.  By the time I get finished, her lily white ass will be the
color of her hair!" Kathleen sniffed indignantly and tossed her head at
this news.  "Looks like you got your work cut out for you, Mike," said one.
"Don't worry," said Mike, "She's going to get a right good tanning, right
on that gorgeous spank spot of hers.  She'll be eating supper standing up
tonight."

   Meanwhile, Julia began to speak, "Thank you Alex, your staff has done a
wonderful job.  Everyone is back and safe, and except for a few scratches
and bruises, nobody is any the worse for wear.  <applause> Well, now, let
us continue.  There are penalties to be paid for capture, are there not,
ladies and gentlemen?  Yes, there are, and by tradition the capturing
hunter is permitted to give his fox a good old fashioned spanking as a
penalty.  We certainly think this is more humane than just shooting
them.<laughter> So ladies and gentlemen, hunters and prey, the gazebo and
its sturdy chair await you.  I have Becky, Cindy, Kathleen and Sarah down
as lawfully captured, so girls, I hope you will submit gracefully.  Chin
up, now.  Let's see, how about ladies first?  Miss Anna Granville caught
Becky, so Anna, you may proceed."

   With a wicked grin Anna tugged little Becky's leash and led her toward
the dias.  Becky dug her heels in at first, but was admonished by Anna. 
"None of that now, you come along, you hear." And she strode up to the
platform and sat down.  Pulling Becky to face her, with Becky's back to the
assembly, she unbuckled the tight shorts and snugged them down revealing
Becky's cute bottom clad in white nylon panties.  Everyone hooted and
applauded as she turned little Becky over her knee and rubbed her palm over
the protruding resilient surfaces of her tush.  Then Julia spoke.

   "She may be bare if you wish, Anna."

   "Oh, yeah," said Anna, smiling, and to the appreciation of everyone
slipped Becky's panties down to her knees amid whistles and cheers.  "Here
we go, Becky, this is for giving us such a hard time catching you."

   Anna raised her hand and brought it down with a sharp smack!  Then
smack! And smack!  And smack!  Anna spanked Becky with sharp wristy smacks,
right left, right, left, center, center.  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Becky
gasped at the sudden sting, then tried to wriggle and twist, but Anna was
bigger and easily held the petite Becky in spanking position. 
"Ouch...ow...ow...oh....yeow!" squealed Becky at the stinging onslaught. 
Anna spanked in flurries, six sharp spanks that would make Becky squeal,
then she would stop and rub.  Then six more.  More rubbing.  Then six more.
At each set of six, Becky squirmed and bobbed over the lap of her
tormentress, lewdly wiggling her cute bare fanny, much to the delight of
the crowd.  With a final smack!  smack!  smack!  smack!  smack!  smack! 
and a frantic series of "Ouch!  Ouch!  ouch!...Yeowwww!" from Becky she was
done.  She set Becky on her feet and reached around to rub her hiney which
was a bright crimson.  "There, there, now, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
cooed Anna.  Shouts of "Way to go Anna!" and "Good job, Anna!" could be
heard as Anna replaced Becky's panties and shorts.

   "Let's give Anna a hand," said Julia, as Anna descended the dias, Becky
in tow.  They unlocked Becky's cuffs and her hands flew to her injured
buns. Next up is Mike Standel with his captured prize, Kathleen.

   "Alright, let's go honey buns, time for your licking," whispered Mike as
he tugged her along.  Kathleen pulled back on the leash attempting to jerk
free.  "Oh, no you don't," said Mike, grabbing her wrists and pulling her
along.  Seating himself in the chair he unceremoniously tipped the flailing
Kathleen over his lap and pressed his hand in the small of her back.  With
his right hand he inserted his fingers into the waistband of the tight
spandex and began working it down over Kathleens hips.  With a few tugs
Kathleen's wonderfully rounded white fanny popped into view, eliciting
hoots and cheers and whistles.  The plump and pertly protruding cheeks were
contrasted starkly with the black spandex.  Mike flattened his hand and
raised it to shoulder level, a determined look on his face.  Kathleen had
twisted her neck to look, alarmed at what was to come.

   Splat!  Mike's hand smacked down momentarily flattening Kathleen's right
bottomcheek.  "Yeoww!" She shrieked.  Splat!  "Owwww!" Splat!  "Owwww"
Splat!  "Stop!" Mike started spanking in a slow steady rhythm, not at all
like Anna.  He took a few seconds between each ringing spank, slowly
raising his palm, flattened like a paddle, and brought it down hard against
Kathleen's jiggling bottom.  Kathleen bawled and squirmed over Mike's
sturdy thighs but she could not escape the slow but relentless spanking of
her tender derriere.  With each spank her back arched and her head flew
back.  The white buns changed color quickly.  With the first few licks, red
handprints were clearly visible, but then soon merged into a reddish mass.
Kathleen tried to kick but her legs were hobbled by the spandex tights. 
All she could do was yelp, and absorb smack after smack from Mike's capable
palm.  Mike was grimly determined to exact revenge for the rock throwing,
and made each spank count.  She had a beautiful butt, he thought.  A
classic teardrop shape.  Each spank caused it to flatten then spring back
into shape, bobbing slightly.  By the sixtieth spank, she was hoarse from
yelling and his hand hurt.  Satisfied with his handiwork, he patted the
bright red spank spot, then stood her on her feet amid cheers and applause
for the apparant soundness of the punishment.  Kathleen's face was as
flushed as her rear.  But although her bottom was burning, she had felt the
stirrings of arousal during her spanking, and her sex felt slippery.  She
hoped no one noticed.

   Jake Reeves, a tall 40ish gentleman was next.  Sarah, her head held high
walked defiantly behind him as he led her to the gazebo.  She seemed
determined not to let it get to her that she was about to be smacked like a
schoolgirl, but she could not control the blushing in response to the
catcalls and whistles.  Sarah was tall and lanky but had a nicely rounded
behind.  She was clad in running shorts that set off the lines of her lean
runner's legs.  Jake didn't stand on ceremony.  He put her across his knee,
rucked down her pants and spanked her soundly, 60 resounding smacks that
left her writhing breathlessly across his lap, delivered in less than two
minutes.  When he let her up, her mouth had formed a wide O in surprise at
the intensity of pain from the fiery sting of his hand.

   Oh, God, its my turn now, thought Cindy.