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 Fox and Hounds Part 7

   The proceedings were definitely heating up, thought Debby Fielding as
she nervously awaited her turn under the lash.  She had been standing off
to the side with the other captives and holding hands with Ken, with whom
she had established a kind of jailhouse brotherhood.  Both of them had been
chosen by lot to be whipped in place of the two foxes that had eluded
capture that afternoon.  Ken had at first been indignant and had complained
loudly about the twist of fate that had placed his dignity, not to mention
his buns, in jeopardy.  All the same he had been spanked quite soundly by
the junoesque Paula in the garden, kicking and squealing as she tanned his
hiney a bright red over her knees like a schoolmistress disciplining her
naughty charge.  But by the time Ken had received his smacking, he was
hard. He had continued to be in a high state of arousal and that feeling
had been reinforced as he witnessed the whippings of Kath, Dottie and
Cindy.

   Debbie was a swarm of conflicting feelings.  Fear, embarassment and lust
competed with each other.  Holding Ken's hand had been comforting.  Under
the circumstances she would have really liked was for Ken to put that hard
thing of his in her moist quim and bury it to the hilt while they were
standing there watching.  But now he had been taken to the stage to choose
the instrument of his own castigation.  She watched as with a trembling
hand he handed the slip of paper to Ms Julia.  It was to be the martinet at
the frame...  20 hard lashes.

   To his credit, Ken accepted his penalty with some class.  He let them
secure him to the frame and he even stuck his ass out for the whip, as if
daring Julia to do her worst.  Julia took up the challenge and whipped him
hard nontheless, delivering 5 lashes from the right side, then switching to
the left for 5 more slowly drawn out licks with the stinging tails of the
martinet.  Ken hissed through his teeth at the pain but did not cry or beg
for mercy.  He moved his body around searching for respite as she slowly
sauntered to his right again.  Huisshh.....smack!  The whipping continued,
5 more.  A change to the other side, then and swisshh.....swack!  5
deliberate lashes to the jerking buns.  At the end he moaned as each swipe
of the whip smacked his behind, causing him to jerk forward.  Debby noticed
when they let him down that he was hard, despite his effort to hide his
condition.  The drug, thought Debby.  We can't control it.  He even smiled
at the crowd and rubbed his ass, mugging.  They loved it and howled and
applauded.  Debby could not help but notice however that his eyes were
watery.

   When he rejoined her, she said how was it?  He told her it stung like
blazes at first but then just felt like heat going through him and now he
was godawful horney.

   Little Becky drew the birch.  She still looked like a teenager with her
hair styled in the two pigtails.  Her little bottom danced and wriggled
under the switches.  She was not quiet about it either, squealing and
yelping as Julia swished the twigs against her cute twin globes with smart
wristy strokes.  When they lifted the yoke, her hands flew to her scorched
behind and she did a little spanking dance right on stage to the delight of
the spectators.

   Sarah was next.  Tall, almost regal looking in her nakedness, she
submitted to the order to assume the position at the whipping frame. 
Gracefully, she offered up her hands to be fastened over her head and spead
her legs apart to be tied to the rails.  Then her whipping began.  Her body
jerked and writhed as 20 deliberate lashes were applied to the classicly
shaped cheeks of her sumptious behind.  Her cries were low moans at first,
then became higher pitched as the lashes fell and her hind cheeks wobbled
in response.  It was hard to tell if she was writhing in lust or in pain.
But Sarah knew.  The endorphins had taken over and she was a bitch in heat.
The enforced nudity, the manacles, the mock-sinister ceremonial nature of
this chastisement--all these things had combined to create a state of
sexual arousal more powerful than any she had ever felt.  This was why she
had come back to play again.  No one but Julia and Arcado had known this.
Julia, though was giving her what she craved and needed with each swipe of
the martinet.

   Only two left now, thought Debby.  She licked her lips as Julia studied
her list after Sarah had been let go.  It was to be Howard.  They marched
him up the steps and stripped off his cloak.  He did not hesitate but
looked adoringly at Julia and drew...the whipping post.  It seemed over too
fast for Debby, though Howard's whipping was drawn out.  It took 6 or 7
minutes for Julia to apply the 13 carefully measured stripes across
Howard's backside.  Each lash elicited a low "ahhh..." as it struck.  When
his whipping was over, Julia recoiled her lash and the attendants unbound
him and led him from the stage.

   Julia looked pointedly at Debby.  "You are the only one left, dear," She
said as the attendants escorted her step by step to the stage and its cruel
devices.  She was offered the bowl and with a trembling hand drew the last
slip.  Oh my God, she thought as Julia read her sentence: "The last forfeit
of our evening is the 13 lashes at the whipping post." To Debby, the
martinet and birch did not look all that bad, but that cracking whip was
frightening.

   They disrobed her, taking away her cloak.  She was now naked.  All eyes
were transfixed as she was turned around, her backside wobbling as they
placed her in position at the post.  Will it hurt?  Will it hurt?  was all
she could think as her hands and feet were bound.  The straps across her
back and her legs made her jut her bottom out as if asking for the kiss of
the whip.  When all was in readiness, there was silence, then Julia asked:
"Are you ready, Debby?"

   She manged to squeak "Yes".  Then Julia said: "Very well, 13 lashes well
laid on.  I begin now." And to Debby she whispered, "Relax, empty your
mind, welcome the sting of the whip."

   She heard a few clicking steps behind her, heard the whine of the whip
as it whisshed through the air then: Crack!  She felt a line of fire across
the crowns of her buttocks.  The stinging sensation spread from her bottom
outward to engulf her whole being.  "Ahhh..." She wailed, helplessly.  She
heard someone say "One" and waited.

   Whishhh....crack!  Another screaming line of pain, just below the first.
"Ahhh...ohhh.." She moaned.  It stung like crazy, then diffused into this
raging heat.  "Two"

   Whissshhh....thwack!  "Three" A third hot stripe was painted across her
wobbling rear cheeks.  "Arrrg....ahhh..."

   At 30 second intervals Julia placed her lines of fire across the
quivering moons of Debby's behind, always striking the fleshy cheeks where
there was plenty of padding to absorb the solidly placed strokes.  The whip
would make a brief indentation in the flesh which would then spring back
into prominence.

   Debby had time to "appreciate" each licky stripe, from the initial flash
of fire to the burning surge of pain that washed over her.  No wonder
whipping has been such an effective punishment through the ages, she
thought as she listened for Julia's pacing steps between lashes.  It's a
fire that does not really burn the skin, but the fiery sensation of pain
certainly induces serious reflection about one's shortcomings.  She tried
to take Julia's advice and not fight the stinging sensations, but to
surrender to them.  And she found that when she did, her sex responded.

   With each lash she was now writhing on the post, almost like it was a
lover.  To the crowd her writhing was intensely erotic.  Each time the lash
kissed her wriggling fanny, she seemed to respond with an ecstatic flexing
of her hind end.  This was the spectacle they had come to witness.  Julia
could have been a 17th century executioner doing her duty, meting out a
well deservered thrashing to a village maid who had been caught stealing.

   Debby felt like her whole being was on fire from the stinging heat in
her backside to the hardness of her nipples to her slippery wetness of her
pussy.  Just when she felt her senses overwhelmed, the whipping stopped. 
The last whistling crack across her fanny had been number 13.  She slumped
against the post hanging limply.  They untied her, lifted her, and draped
the cloak around her.  The spectators roared with approval.  Debby's
whipping had been the best one yet, intense, thorough and erotic.

   The proceedings were apparantly over and the lights came up.  Debby
found Ken and they embraced.  Most were still there, except for Mark and
Cindy who had slipped out earlier.  Julia still held the stage.  Her hair
was askew and a sheen of sweat covered her skin, but she looked as
commanding as ever...and she was holding the razor strap.

   The crowd was milling toward the exits when the doors slammed shut. 
Burly male staffers blocked the way of couples anxious to exit eager to
return to their rooms and engage in games of their own design.

   Uh...oh, thought Debby.  I bet I know what this is...somebody's gonna
get it!

   "May I have your attention please.  We are not done yet."

   Julia walked as she spoke, swishing the wicked looking strap.  "I am
sorry to say that there were a few rules violations out there today." As
she spoke two attendants moved the padded trestle to the front of the
stage. The 100 or so hunters looked around nervously at each other.  Margo
felt a chill forming at the base of her spine and she looked for a means of
escape.  That damn Jerry must have squealed on her!  The bastard!

   "Foxes are not allowed to tamper with their bands.  One of our foxes who
made it in safely cheated."

   Shit!  She had forgotten about that.  She had removed the transmitter
and put it in her pack.  But how did they know?

   "There is a little switch on the armband lock that sends a signal when
the lock is tampered with, and Margo, you picked the lock."

   Margo froze.  All eyes turned her way.  Ironically her gaze fell on
Jerry's face.  He was wearing a broad smile.

   "But...but...it didn't matter...uh no one got close enough to me trigger
it...no harm, no foul, right?"

   "On the contrary Miss Ruger.  Jerry Adamson told us that he almost had
you but the armband was missing so he could not trigger the switch."

   That rat!  He lied.  'He almost had her'!  Yeah, right.  But she knew
she could not dare tell them the truth.  Jerry had set her up.  Now for all
her cleverness, she was about to be strapped in front of all these people.

   Before she knew what was happening, a pair of attendants had seized her
arms and had started to frogmarch her to the stage.  She treied to resist
but they had taken her by surprise.  The tight sheath dress she wore
hampered her movements.  On stage Margo looked with pleading eyes at Julia
but Julia merely said, "Sorry, Margo, you have been guilty of cheating, and
we can't have that.  In this game everyone plays fair." To the attendants
she said: "Prepare her."

   "Nooo...no.." wailed Margo as they bent her over the trestle.  Her
wrists and ankles were fastened in front and back to cuffs near the floor.
She wailed anew and struggled as her dress was tugged up revealing a
splendidly rounded bottom contained in filmy black panties and set off by
black stockings and a garter belt.  A strap went across the small of her
back pinioning her dress.  Wolf whistles and complementary chatter could be
heard all over the room, noting with approval her choice of lingerie, not
to mention the curves with which to fill it.

   "To be honest, Margo, we have never faced this situation.  But the rules
committee met and we have decided on an appropriate sentence.  You will
receive 15 licks with this strap."

   "Ohhh...no, please.  I can't take 15 with that!" pleaded Margo.

   "Oh, no, Margo.  It's fair.  Just think, you didn't get spanked in the
garden like you should have been...so just take it like a big girl.  Here
we go..." And Margo shrieked again as she felt Julia slip the flimsy
panties down to rest in a little tangle at the hollows of her knees.

   Then the cool breeze wafting over her nude rear replaced with a band of
stinging pain as Crack!  the strap landed on her quivering bottom cheeks.

   "Ahhh....yooo....ow" she yelled.  Margo had not had the benefit of the
potion the rest had sipped and so the smack of the strap was pure fire.

   Later everyone would agree that Margo had been duly punished.  It was a
prison strapping right out of a B-movie.  The strap was a 24" piece of
supple leather attached to a handle.  Julia leathered Margo's bobbing fanny
with great cracking swipes of the strap, taking a stance, running the
leather through her hands and swooping it down on Margo's rear with gusto.
The smacks made a noise like pistol shots that rebounded around the room.
The strap would flatten the bouncing moons and leave a broad red stripe. 
Margo yelped till she was hoarse.  The crowd whistled and cheered as each
hard lick was meted out.  At the end Margo could only slump helplessly over
the trestle, tears ruining her mascara, reduced to a thoroughly punished
little girl.

   When they let her up it was all she could do to pull up her panties,
replace her dress and stumble from the stage clutching her flaming buns as
the spectators roared their approval.

   Well, that's that, thought Debby....no wait, there's more?

   "One last item, ladies and gentlemen.  And sad to say it is one of you.
We spotted a bit of unnecessary roughness in the capture of one the foxes.
She wasn't hurt but we felt that maybe she had been brought down a little
too hard..."

   Who?  Who is it?  thought Debby.  Everyone was looking around.

   "You know what I'm talking about...Miss Granville".

   No!  Wow, Anna Granville the Southern heiress, the one who caught Becky.

   All eyes were on Anna, who started slowly backing away.  The crowd
cleared out around her, distancing themselves.  It was as if she were no
longer one of them.  The surprised looks turned to hard glints as all began
to wonder what humiliating punishment was in store for Miss Granville.

   "Now wait a minute...I...I did slap her in the face, but I had to, ok?
She was wiggling and struggling, and...well, I had to.  But...but she's ok,
so no harm done."

   "Sorry, Anna.  That won't do it." Turning to her staff she said,
"Gunter, bring her here.  Keith , get a sturdy chair."

   "Yes, ma'am!" said Keith with a wide grin and ran to do her bidding.

   Meanwhile Gunter had grabbed Anna by the wrist and was dragging her,
protesting and struggling, to the stage.

   "You can't do this!  It isn't fair!  Let me go, you oaf!" And she
levelled a kick at his shin, which only bounced harmlessly off his leg.

   By now the chair had been placed at center stage.  Gunter arrived with
the squirming and sputtering Anna.  Julia regarded Anna for a moment then
spoke to Gunter: "I want you to sit in that chair , put Miss Anna over your
knee and spank her hard till I tell you to stop."

   "Yes, Ms Julia," said Gunter dutifully.  Turning to Anna he said: "Come
over here miss, get right over my knee."

   "Noo....wah....don't spank me...no!"

   But Anna was helpless in Gunter's hard muscled grip.  He yanked her
across his muscular thighs and clamped his left arm over Anna's back,
totally immobilizing her.  With his right hand he rucked up her cocktail
dress revealing her ample rear charms clad in silk panties.  Garters held
her stockings up.  Gunter glanced inquizitively at Julia.

   "Take her panties down, Gunter.  This is to be an old fashioned bare
bottom tanning.  Start when you're ready."

   Gunter slipped his fingers through the waist band of the little panties
and slid them down her legs, baring the jouncy bottom.  Anna wriggled in
vain at this new indignity, her bottomcheeks wobbling in an unintentionally
lascivious manner as the rounded contours came into view.  Gunter rubbed
her cheeks for a moment, patting them as if testing their resiliency.  Anna
twisted her head, looking at Gunter in alarm as he raised his hand.

   Splat!  Splat!  Splat!  Splat!  Gunter began to deliver hard ringing
smacks to Anna's wriggling backside.

   "Ow...ow...ow...ow...!" Anna yelled and kicked her legs, hair flying,
arms flailing.  But Gunter was an East German bodybuilder and had no
trouble holding her over his knee.  Gunter spanked her methodically meting
out solid smacks to one side then the other.  Anna bucked and twisted, but
was as helpless as a child in Gunter's steely grip.

   Julia watched with cool appraisal as the spanking of Anna continued with
a steady splat!  splat!  splat!  splat!  accompanied by Anna's hysterical
wailing.  When her fanny had been spanked to a hot red glow and her pleas
had degenerated into what sounded like some genuine contrition, Julia
signalled a halt.

   Anna sprang to her feet.  Her hands flew to her blazing backside. 
Hopping from one foot to the other she rubbed furiously, seemingly
oblivious to the mirthful gaze of the spectators or her semi-nude
condition.

   When the hooting had died down, Julia signalled the attendants to open
the doors.  The festivities were over.

   As the crowd milled around, some of those who had been under the lash
strode through the throng, picking their partners for the night.  Having
been admonished that it was poor form to refuse, those chosen went
willingly.

   Kath was last seen leading not one, but two men out of the gallery.  The
gossip later the next day was that she had demanded that both of them bend
over the bed and take 20 licks from a leather belt before she would bestow
her favors on the lucky two.  It had been worth it, it was rumored, as she
turned out to be insatiable.  She knelt on the bed, they say, and sucked
one to hardness while the other plunged into her from behind.  Then they
changed positions.  Several times.

   Howard who had become so enamored of Paula as he had watched her
spanking Ken, ended up with her.  Even after the lashing he spent more time
over Paula's knee being alternately massaged and spanked to hardness over
and over.  He showed Paula his appreciation kneeling between her legs and
licking her to multiple orgasms.

   Little Becky chose one of the older players, a 40ish gentleman with
greying hair at the temples.  He kindly laid her across his lap and
massaged the special salve into her pouty buttocks before hoisting her to
sit on his hardened member and have her ride him to her heart's content. 
She later found out that she had picked a daddy figure who would keep her
flighty nature in line.  In the weeks to come she frequently found herself
standing in the corner of his Malibu beachfront bedroom wearing a pleated
skirt and knee socks, her hair in pigtails, waiting for "daddy" and the
special present he had had made for her.  It was light, wooden, and said
"Becky's Fanny Paddle" on one side and there were some little red stars
painted on the "business" side.

   Margo and Anna, smarting from their humiliating punishments, conspired
to exact some measure of revenge by luring the smarmy Keith into a tryst
that he may have later regretted.  Led on by the promise of spending the
rest of the evening with not one, but two beautiful women he was easily
seduced into accompanying them both to Anna's suite.  Supposedly they
wanted him to apply cold cream to their injured nates.  Keith was vain
enough to think that the "cold cream" request was just an excuse and that
really, they lusted after him.  He was therefore one surprised boy when,
after the cold cream had been sensuously applied to two sets of red and
smarting cheeks, the girls had decided to have a little fun.  The fun in
fact consisted of slapping some handcuffs on Keith and taking turns,
passing him back and forth across a pair of laps while they spanked him
mercilessly with Anna's ebony hairbrush.  Anna sat on the bed and Margo sat
in a chair facing her.  Anna would spank Keith with the hard hairbrush then
pass both Keith and the brush to Margo who would give him another sound
smacking.  Keith howled and begged as the brush tanned his bouncing fanny.
Once he had been reduced to tears, he had sobbingly agreed to do anything
they wanted.  What the pair wanted was Keith's tongue up their pussies or
backsides all night.

   Sarah, having been enamored of Gunter's prowess on stage was determined
to test his talents in the bedroom.  She was not disappointed, but found
that the apparant lack of redness in her bottom the next morning attracted
Gunter like a magnet and she found herself naked and across his knees as he
sat on the bed for a sample of what she had witnessed the previous day.

   Debby and Ken repaired to Ken's room for a hot night of lovemaking and
comforting of each other.

   Julia, now totally aroused after an evening of dishing out forfeits,
waited for the room to empty.  She smiled as she noticed the suave Alex
Arcado making his way into the room.  Ah, she thought, the man reads my
mind...and right on time too.

   "Hello, Alex," she said, coyly.

   "Hello Julia.  Are you ready....?"