NB. For non Britons, the finale contains a mischievous bit of rhyming slang :)

The anti-hunt saboteurs, four of them, lay in wait behind the trees, two on each side of the clearing, armed with a length of net now trailing the ground, and a paddle each.  A fifth member was further up the path with a piece of fox-fur heavily scented and tied to a rope. The British ban on foxhunting, for which they had fought so hard, was being treated with contempt by the hunt organisers and now it was time for direct action.

Their target was beautiful Lady Sarah Templeton, daughter of the local squire, whose contempt for the 'anti-hunt rabble' was well documented.  The four saw the raised hand of their colleague, heard the pounding of hooves and knew the arrogant Sarah would be in the lead as always, well ahead of the field. They saw her white horse catch the scent of fox, change direction and charge in their direction. The tactics worked to perfection, the netting was pulled tight, the horse whinnied and reared as Sarah fell backwards and four people rushed from cover to catch her before any harm was done. One secured her horse and calmed it down.

Very quickly Sarah was dragged into the deep woodland before the rest of the hunt realised she was missing, blindfolded and gagged and pulled over a fallen stump. While two people held her arms, the other two pulled down her jodhpurs and knickers, exposing the most delightful chubby bottom exhibited in all its glory. Quickly two wooden paddles began their work, one to each cheek, until the cream complexion of Sarah's backside was a blazing red and she was howling into her gag.

Then the pair changed places and a second pair of paddles wreaked havoc on the lovely backside, now writhing from side to side and thrusting out in a most immodest manner, exposing all Sarah's charms for everyone to see. One of the paddlers was so impressed by the view his girlfriend had to jab him in the ribs to refocus his attention.

Then they were done and Sarah, shocked and hardly able to stand, was subjected to further indignity as one of the girls wrote 'Anti Hunt Committee' across the blazing backside in lipstick, then her jodhpurs and knickers were removed and she was tied back on her horse, naked from the waist down, her arms thrown low under the horses' chest, her legs brought up into a kneeling position and secured tightly, so that her blazing red bare bottom was skywards. With her legs wide apart, there was a clear view of her bottom hole and vulva, the latter clearly moist with spontaneous secretions brought on by the beating.

Then her horse was given a swat on the bottom and sent on its way home.

"Well," said Janine to her boyfriend, Matthew, "looking at that, I don't think the Berkeley Hunt has ever been so well advertised!"  and all five roared with laughter.