Below the Belt

by Sarah Veitch

  'I've said I'm sorry. What more do you want?' she asked shakily, holding onto her rebuked globes as if her life depended on it.

  'I want you to accept your punishment like an adult and stop trying to talk your way out of things.'

  That was easy for her to say. Kerri bit back a sarcastic reply and looked at the next person, a youth in his late teens. He was as red in the face as she was red of bum.

  'You're so pretty,' he mumbled as she writhed obediently till she was stretched across his lap. 'Such shapely buttocks.' She felt his rough palms caressing them, following the natural line of her body again and again.

  It was terrible being manhandled by this callow youth, someone she would have ignored back in London. Kerri closed her eyes and tried to imagine herself somewhere else.

  'She's not being nice to me,' the boy continued. 'Can I give her the next six lashes of the martinet?'

  'No!' Kerri wailed.

  'Yes,' the nurse murmured at the exact same time.

  Kerri trembled as she felt her collar being tugged at again. 'Crawl for me like a good little bitch,' the nurse instructed. Glad to be free of the boy's exploratory palms, Kerri scrambled onto her hands and knees.

  'Where do I crawl to?' she whispered looking along the row of seated residents.

  'Back to the Whipping Horse so that young Billy here can teach you some manners,' her leash-holder explained.

  She'd coped with the first few strokes of the martinet - so surely she could cope with the forthcoming ones. Refusing to show fear, Kerri crawled back to the waiting bolster. The nurse unclipped her lead and she vaulted onto the horse again. Jeff Rendell appeared and took his seat close to her face and she could tell from the scuffling noises behind her that Billy had also arrived.

  'Take hold of the handles,' Jeff Rendell said.

  'Hey, I think I can remember that from last time,' Kerri muttered.

  'Which just shows that your punishment's still in its early stages. When a girl's been properly dealt with all she can think about is the pain in her arse.'

  'You're the pain in the arse,' Kerri retorted, starting to find her spirit again. She leaned forward and gripped the handles hard. 'See? No problem.'

  There was a problem though - the position gave young Billy total access to her already smarting cheeks.

  She heard the martinet whistling through the air then it struck her at the tender point where buttock meets thigh. Kerri yelled and reared back, hands protecting her hotness.

  'The penitent was disobedient. Repeat stroke one of series two,' Jeff Rendell said.

  'He hit my crease,' Kerri muttered, then hesitated for long seconds before forcing herself to get back in situ. She wailed as the youth hit the exact same place again. She instinctively let go of the handles but Jeff Rendell coaxed her back into place.

  'Please do it further up,' Kerri wailed, then waited, her buttocks jiggling with fear and anticipation. But Billy seemed determined to make her pay. He repeated stroke one for the second time on the underswell of her sentient buttocks, the fronds of the martinet searing an already tenderised place. This time Kerri almost vaulted over the top of the horse in a desperate bid to escape.

  'The penitent was disobedient. Repeat stroke one of series two,' Jeff said for the third time. Billy repeated his previous action.

  'Please, can I suck him off instead?' Kerri wailed.

  'Yes!' said Billy.

  'No,' said Jeff. He looked at the nurse. 'You can't let her off with every punishment because she offers to use her mouth.'

  'I wasn't going to. We can turn this into an additional punishment,' the nurse said.

  She, Jeff and Billy went into a huddle, after which the nurse fetched a long thick strap and fastened it around Kerri's waist, binding her firmly to the Whipping Horse. Then she bound Kerri's wrists behind her back. Next she told Billy to stand in front of the horse and undress below the waist.

  'Kerri - suck him to completion.'

  Kerri tried half-heartedly to follow the nurse's instruction, but found that she couldn't quite reach.

  'Can you step forward?' she said offhandedly to the youth, then she yelled as fresh pain streaked its way across her nates. Nurse must have applied the hateful martinet again.

  'Try again now,' the nurse encouraged. 'And remember that each time you fail you get another whipping on the bare.'

  With difficulty Kerri stretched up and along and managed to get an inch of the boy's phallus in her mouth. It was a ridiculous position to be in. The fact that her hands were tied behind her back made her body want to rear backwards. But Billy was in front so she had to force herself forward, the movement creating a pull on her shoulders and her arms. Worse, her bare breasts rubbed painfully against the hardened leather of the horse with each movement of her head.

  After a few moments her mouth tired and she let Billy's cock slip out. Immediately the martinet warmed her buttocks once, twice, thrice. Kerri yelled and jerked then desperately strained forward towards Billy's hardness, her mouth gaping open like a fish.

  'Suck harder,' the nurse warned, 'or else I'll lose patience.'

  'I'll suck hard,' Kerri promised then wrapped her lips around the head of his hardness again. The memory of the martinet uppermost in her mind, she moved her mouth fast and furiously, feeling gratified when the youth grunted and came.

  'Thirsty?' Jeff Rendell asked.

  At first she thought he was being sarcastic about the youth's fluid - but then she saw that a boy in the crowd was handing around plastic tumblers of water.

  'Yes,' she murmured, realising that she was.

  'Liquid refreshment coming up,' Jeff said, smiling strangely. He looked over at the water carrier. 'Can I have a bowl of water over here for the dog?'

  Kerri blushed then flushed some more as the nurse untied her from the Whipping Horse, brushing at her nipples and pubic mound as she did so.

  'You've a nice little body on you, Kerri,' she said, assessing. 'You know where to find me if you ever want any private nursing care.'

  She hadn't a hope in hell, but Kerri nodded non-committally. Then she realised she could win the nurse onto her side.

  'Can you get me a cup to drink from now if I promise to come and see you at the hospital?'

  'No, today you're being treated like a disobedient puppy so you have to drink from a doggy bowl,' the medic said.

  A bowl was put in front of her. Kerri reluctantly bent her head to it. The watching crowd cheered, clearly loving this latest entertainment. Giving in to a sudden burst of rage, Kerri picked up the bowl and threw its contents over the nurse.

  Or rather, she meant to throw the contents but in the heat of the moment she threw the actual bowl. It crashed into the nurse's thigh then fell onto her foot before rolling across the market square. The nurse cried out and lifted her uniform to reveal a small gash on her left thigh. The crowd gasped in collective horror. Kerri glared at them, though it was difficult to look haughty whilst crouching on her hands and knees.

  'How many of the martinet does she get for that?' Billy asked, picking up the French whip again.

  He'd addressed the question to Jeff so Kerri now looked in his direction.

  'The martinet clearly isn't enough,' Jeff said slowly. 'I rarely order such a harsh punishment, especially with a new girl, but I'll make an exception in this case. She'll have to taste the cane.'

  The news quickly spread through the seated throng.

  'Will you cane her over the horse?' someone asked.

  'No, I'd like her stretched out in the shape of a cross,' Jeff Rendell said. 'It'll be easier for the crowd to see exactly what's going on. I suppose that means we'll have to take her indoors to the Punishment Room with the flogging frame?'

  'No, Colin has just finished a portable frame for occasions like this,' a jubilant Billy said. He looked covetously at Kerri's naked rump. 'Can I use the rod on her when it arrives?'

  'No, I promised Matron that she could cane this girl if she ever deserved such a ruthless penalty
,' Jeff Rendell explained. He looked sadly down at Kerri. 'You've brought this on yourself. You know that, don't you? It's no good blaming me when it ends in tears.'

  'I didn't mean to throw the bowl,' Kerri explained, glancing at him through her long eyelashes.

  'Just like you didn't mean to bite or belittle Matron,' Jeff Rendell said. He looked at the nurse. 'Matron should be finishing her siesta soon. Can you ask her if she wants to do the honours? Tell her she can have a few minutes to do her arm exercises whilst we get the portable flogging frame erected in the square.'

  'Will do.' The nurse handed the lead to Billy and he immediately tugged Kerri towards the occupied seats.

  'Come give a paw to the nice men and women.'

  'Go fuck yourself,' Kerri mumbled, half-heartedly trying to pull away from him but knowing that she had nowhere to go.

  'If you don't sit up and beg really nicely I'll tell Matron and you'll get a further application of the rod.'

  'Have you had the rod?' Kerri asked trying to turn the conversation away from her own ignominy.

  'Uh huh - had it at school. It's the worst - and that was on top of my winter trousers,' Billy said.

  One of the seated women overheard. 'It's barbaric, hitting kids. I only wish we had your teacher here - we'd soon sort him out.'

  'Yet it's okay to hit adults?' Kerri asked, not feeling at all convinced.

  The woman shook her head. 'Only in very exceptional circumstances - and you definitely qualify, given what you did to poor Jeff.'

  'Give a paw or whimper longer under the cane,' Billy reminded her, tugging at her leash.

  Kerri hung her head in shame then offered the seated woman a hand.

  'Good dog,' the woman said, patting her head then tickling her neck.

  'Sit up on your hind legs for me,' ordered the man next to her.

  With difficulty Kerri obliged. Several people grinned and a young man whistled. Kerri looked from one to the other then glanced back at the square to see a group of men carrying long black metal poles. As she stared, they fastened a bar across the top of two poles then slid them into existing holders in the ground before reinforcing the joins with metal clips. The contraption looked so strongly made that it was hard to believe it hadn't always been there ready for some unfortunate naked girl's punishment.

  'Let's get you spread-eagled nice and tightly,' Billy said, tugging her leash in the direction of the hateful bars.

  Kerri hung back. 'Is the cane really that bad?'

  'It's agony,' Billy said with relish. 'I really don't envy you such a deeply-marked arse.'

  Of course you don't, Kerri thought, glaring upwards at his profile. He obviously wasn't the sharpest tool in the box.

  'Assume the position now or Matron will give you extra,' Billy warned, tugging harder at her lead.

  Resigned to the rod, Kerri crawled towards the punishment frame.

  She reached it and Billy unclipped the leash.

  'Stand there,' Jeff told her. 'Now stretch those pretty legs wide - and even wider. Good girl.'

  The nurse bent and fastened Kerri's ankles to the frame then Jeff told her to stretch her arms out. The nurse quickly adjusted each limb. Kerri winced as they were pulled tight.

  'No, lower her arms slightly. It's not safe to have them raised above her head for too long,' Jeff added critically.

  Kerri stared straight ahead, looking at the section of the crowd within her vision. Most of them stood up and carried their chairs behind her.

  'They want to see your arse being soundly striped,' the nurse explained.

  Kerri swallowed hard at the woman's words. Was she going to be able to endure this? What if she lost her nerve and howled with pain? She tried to plead for clemency. 'Nurse, I didn't mean to throw the bowl at you - just the small amount of water it contained.'

  'You shouldn't even have thrown that. I was just doing my civic duty, attending to a miscreant during her flogging,' the nurse said.

  But so far there was no one to carry out the next part of the flogging. Kerri relaxed for a few moments in her bonds - then tensed as she saw the stocky figure of Matron approaching. The matriarch was holding a long crook-handled cane and swinging it back and fourth. As she strode close, Kerri could see the determined expression on her plain but suntanned face.

  'I hear you've been a naughty girl,' she said when she was inches away from Kerri's naked breasts.

  Her dislike of the older woman again rising to the surface, Kerri ignored her.

  'Answer Matron when she addresses you,' Jeff warned and Kerri felt the sharp displeasure of the martinet as it was snaked across the centre of her rear.

  'Yes, I've been a naughty girl, Matron,' she admitted.

  'How naughty?'

  'Very naughty, Matron.' She eyed the cane with trepidation.

  'And what does Matron do to disobedient girls?'

  'She canes them, Matron.'

  'And where does she cane them?'

  On their elbows, Kerri thought mutinously. Aloud she said 'On their derriere.'

  She strongly suspected that words like derriere didn't form a part of the other woman's vocabulary.

  'A derriere, is it?' Matron said slowly. 'Tell you what; I'm going to start caning this derriere. And every time you thank me for striping it, you're going to give it a more ordinary name.'

  Chapter Six

  She was damned if she'd make things easy for the hateful Matron. Kerri stared balefully at her from the punishment frame. 'I don't understand, Ma'am.'

  Maybe she could delay the next part of her punishment by acting dumb.

  'Don't you, dear?' Matron said, slapping the rod lightly into her own firm palm. 'It's quite simple. I tan your arse with this nice whippy rod and you say "Thank you for warming my bum cheeks with Mr Rod" then I use the cane on you again and you say "Thank you for striping my arse" or words to that effect.'

  'And I have to find different words each time?' Kerri asked faintly.

  'Either that or receive extra red lines on that pretty backside.'

  'What if I run out of descriptions?'

  'Then Mr Rod will be working overtime. But I find that a caned bum is usually an inventive bum,' Matron said.

  Kerri tensed some more as the older woman disappeared behind her and exchanged some words with the nurse. Stretched out as she was, she was hugely aware of her helpless globes and their sensitive underswell. They still held some heat from her earlier whipping and spanking so she was dreading the harsher application of the stick.

  'I see you've had quite a livening up already,' Matron added. Kerri quivered as she felt the rod being traced assessingly down both her cheeks. The woman repeated the gesture several times. 'I like,' she said, 'to formally introduce insubordinates to the contours of the cane.'

  How considerate, Kerri thought, but she daren't say it. Instead she whispered: 'Yes, Ma'am. Thank you for introducing me to Mr Rod, Ma'am.' It was only when she heard her voice echoing around the square that she realised Jeff was seated to one side of her and had set up a microphone.

  She closed her eyes against this additional shame then opened them wide as she felt the cane lashing into the centre of her buttocks. The heat seemed to start at her skin then radiate in to awaken much deeper cells.

  'Aaaah!' she cried loudly.

  'Is the thankless girl forgetting her manners?' Matron prompted.

  Kerri hardly heard her, so intent was she on jerking her stinging orbs forward and from side to side. The pain was so sharp that she moved for long moments in a desperate bid to assuage it. 'Thank you for striping my behind so hotly,' she whispered at last.

  'Now ask me for the second stripe,' Matron ordered.

  Kerri hesitated but knew that to refuse would bring her greater distress in the long run. Reluctantly she obliged. This striping landed above its predecessor and created a wider stinging band.

  Again the twenty-six year old yelled and twitched the little she could whilst the crowd whistled. Again her wails were amplified through t
he microphone.

  'Hasn't your - what did you call it? - your derriere got something to say to me?' Matron taunted.

  'Thank you for punishing it with your cane, Ma'am,' Kerri forced out.

  It took most of her willpower to ask nicely for the third application of the rod. This time it licked the sulcal crease, bringing a whole new level of anguish. Kerri wailed and tugged futilely at her four secure bonds.

  'Too much!' she cried.

  'I'll decide when you've had too much,' Matron answered.

  'But I'm on fire.' The stripes created by the stick did indeed feel as if they were burning into her flesh.

  'You mean your derriere's on fire? What's the French word for fire, love?' Matron said.

  'Don't know,' Kerri replied, wishing that she hadn't been so uppity. 'Please lay the rod on again, Ma'am,' she said with hard won humility.

  Matron did. There was a long pause whilst Kerri danced about the little she could in her quadruple bondage. 'Thank you for reddening my ass,' she said at last.

  'That's a nice straightforward American word, ass, isn't it, dear?' Matron rejoined.

  'Yes, Ma'am,' Kerri whispered, desperately trying to think up future words to describe her crimsoned parts.

  Her spirits plummeted further as she heard Matron's next words.

  'Billy, she's been wriggling so much that she's stretched her rubber bonds. Can you pull the levers at the four corners to tighten them? I like a naughty bottom to feel that it can't escape by even a centimetre from my cane.'

  Kerri trembled as she felt her arms and legs being pulled even more tautly apart. The cruel pull on her limbs seemed to accentuate the helplessness of her globes and made her inner thighs ache.

  Matron prompted her and she reluctantly begged for the lash, the alternative being an even harsher punishment. The older woman laid it on over an earlier cane stroke. Kerri yelped and screwed her eyes up tightly with frustration, unable to even shake her nether cheeks.

  'Thank you for correcting me - I mean, for correcting my arse,' she responded at last, remembering that she had to keep finding new words to describe her derriere.