Hi WA follower,
Here is more of my post. I have a few more scenes to finish, but thought I would reward your waiting…
Cheyenne quietly entered Mickey’s bedroom and softly stepped to the opposite side of the bed. She smiled as the sounds of a sweet snore emanated from Mickey. That is such a cute sound she thought. She didn’t want to leave Mickey alone with all that she had been through. She slipped her jeans off and with great care she laid down on the bed, on her side with her back to Mickey. Her mind started replaying everything that had happened in the last few hours.
Next thing she knew an arm and leg wrapped over her. Cheyenne smiled, apparently Mickey liked to cuddle when she slept. The warmth of Mickey’s body lulled her to sleep.
Cam escorted Whitney back to her trailer. “You know young lady you are in a tremendous amount of trouble, right?”
Whitney stopped dead in her tracks. “But Cam I was only trying to protect my friends and you! You jumped in there too!” She emphasized the last statement with a foot stomp and hands on her hips.
Cam looked sternly down at the young woman that stood defiantly in front of her. She was really adorable she thought, stop that she chided herself. This young woman needed boundaries and stability and most of all love. “Whitney Lansing, don’t you dare take that tone with me. You march yourself right into my trailer and into the corner!”
Cam was soon met with Whitney’s eyes blazing, and her mouth was opening… “Don’t say another word unless you want an extra-long discussion over my knee!”
Whitney pivoted on one foot and stomped into the trailer. Apparently from the noise Cam heard she continued to trudge into the corner also. Cam shook her head, that woman is going to be the death of me.
Cam entered the trailer and saw that Whitney had indeed found a corner to stand in. If you could call it that, Whitney had decided to do a hand stand facing the corner. “I see next time I will have to be more specific to the finest detail what I expect of you, young lady, when I send you into the corner.”
Whitney smugly answered, “Ma’am, yes Ma’am”
Cam ignored Whitney and walked back to her bedroom. She knew exactly what implements her brat needed. She was going to make damn sure that Whitney never even thought about jumping into the arena with a charging bull ever again.
After procuring the items, Cam returned to the family room, by the time she saw Whitney’s face it was purple. “Whitney get up!”
Cam’s demand startled Whitney and she fell into the table and the flower vase went crashing to the floor shattering right alongside Whitney. “Don’t move!” Cam rushed over to see if Whitney was okay.
Whitney was shaking with laughter “Cam you scared me half to death. Why did you yell at me?”
Cam was trying to control her temper, so she took a few deep breaths. “Whitney your face was purple, you were ready to pass out. Now please don’t move until I get this glass cleared out of the way. Then we are going to have a real long conversation, a really long discussion!”
A few minutes later found Whitney bare bottom over Cam’s knees. “I see the laughter has stopped, Whitney. Now would you like to tell me why you are in this position?”
“I disregarded my safety and jumped into the arena with an irate bull. I helped my friends with the idea of the itching powder and I was a smart ass in the corner, Ma’am”
Cam nodded her head even though Whitney could not see her. “Yes, I believe that sums up everything quite nicely. Now it is my responsibility to make sure you never want to repeat any of these infractions.” As the last word left her mouth Cam’s hand connected with Whitney’s bottom.
Cam watched as Whitney’s pale skin turned a pretty rose pink in the shape of her hand. Cam’s artistic inclinations took over as she began to paint her blank canvas with even shades of rose to deeper pink. Whitney’s small whimpers were background music to her ears.
“Whitney your bottom is almost ready to begin the real spanking. It is a lovely uniform deep pink. Are you ready, sweetie?”
“Yes, Ma’am. Cam I am really sorry I messed up again.” Whitney said.
“I know babe, but I don’t ever want to worry about you putting your life in danger. Remember to breathe.” Cam raised her arm and arced her stroke as she came down and back up. This stroke purposefully reached the sit spots. The movement of Whitney’s pert rear end entranced Cam. It was almost meditative. Her canvas was now a very nice red. It was time to send this message home.
Cam picked up the leather tawse and brought it down with gusto. It took two swats before Whitney’s protests registered on Cam’s ears.
“You know Whitney it is supposed to hurt. How else are you going to learn how much I care about you? How are you going to understand that you are never to put your life in danger again?”
“I promise Cam, honest I promise!”
“I know, sweetie, but I believe we have quite a few more before we even get close to making sure this message sticks.”
Cam continued to bring the tawse down with precision. She covered Whitney’s bottom twice before taking a rest and rubbing her cheeks with her bare hand. The warmth emanating from Whitney’s rear to Cam’s hand sent a wave of pure pleasure through Cam. She knew that her girl would be feeling this for some time. She gently patted Whitney.
“Okay, sweetie, I am going to finish this punishment up. I hope we never have to have a conversation like this again. I would much rather be giving you a good girl spanking.”
Whitney sniffled “Me too, Ma’am. From now on that’s all I want, please.”
Cam chuckled because she knew that the odds of that happening were astronomical with her Whitney. “We will see. Now relax your bottom and remember to breathe.”
The hairbrush rained down on Whitney’s very sore tush. Whitney took pity on her sweetie and did them fast and furious. After twenty she laid the brush down quickly and started the process of calming her babe down. She rubbed Whitney’s back until the sobs subsided. Then she gently reached down and brought Whitney up to sit in her lap. She was careful to place Whitney so her bottom did not touch her thighs, but was in cradle between them. She wrapped her arms around Whitney and whispered calming words into her ears.
“Whitney, please try to behave for a while, I really hate having to do that to you.”
“Cam that makes two of us. I promise I will try my best to behave.”
“I know you will sweetie. How about we get you in bed, so you can get a good night sleep. We are packing up tomorrow to head towards Billings, Montana. Plus, you have to say good-bye to your friends.”
As they entered the guest bed area Whitney turned to Cam and gave her a big hug. “Cam would you mind cuddling with me until I fall asleep?”
Cam couldn’t resist the beautiful face looking up at her, with eyes that were glassy with tears from her spanking. “Sure sweetie.”
In no time at all they were both comfortably in bed. Cam was holding Whitney as she silently slipped into slumber land. Cam joined her soon after.
When Mickey woke she looked at the clock it was 5 am. As she became more aware of her surroundings, she felt the warmth of a body right next to her, immediately she turned her body so she could see who it was. When she saw it was Cheyenne her body responded with a flash of heat that ended up in her core.
She reached out and brushed away a few strands of Cheyenne’s hair from her face. That face was so relaxed now, there wasn’t a stress line to be found. Her lips were pursed perfectly for a kiss. Mickey’s instinct kicked in and she gently brushed her lips across Cheyenne’s. A small electric shock ignited Mickey’s desire. Mickey continued to explore Cheyenne’s body with her eyes. Mickey noticed that the kiss ignited a response in Cheyenne, because her nipples were now poking through her tank top.
Mickey couldn’t resist reaching out and gently touching those nipples. A moan escaped from Cheyenne and her eyes opened. “Good Morning, Ms. Martinez. It has been a long time since I was woken up with a kiss and soft caresses. Should I get use to this?”
Mickey chuckled “Why Ms. Walker that all depends on whether you like it or not. I will warn you to be truthful when you answer that question, because I seem to be looking at irrefutable evidence.”
“I would never lie to you Mickey and yes. The answer to whether I enjoyed it or not is a definite yes.”
Mickey leaned in and kissed Cheyenne with fervor their tongues explored each other making the kiss more intense. When they came up for air, Mickey reached down and gently grabbed the bottom of Cheyenne’s top and pulled it up over her head. That maneuver succeeded in displaying two luscious breasts and restraining Cheyenne’s arms, so Mickey had freedom to discover both without inhibitions. She bent down and sucked on the right nipple as her left hand played with the other one.
The moans coming from Cheyenne spurred Mickey on, her right hand traveled to Cheyenne’s nether region. She smoothly slipped her hand under the waste band of Cheyenne’s laced panties. Her fingers immediately found the nub of pleasure. They paused long enough to tease it to hardness and slipped into a warm pool of womanly juices. Both ladies moaned in pleasure simultaneously.
Mickey lifter her head from the lovely breast she was attending. “Why Ms. Walker, I believe you are enjoying your morning wake-up call?” purred Mickey.
A moan of pleasure was the only response that Mickey heard. Mickey was inspired by that deep graveled sound, so she deftly slipped off Cheyenne’s panties with a little help from hips being raised.
Mickey moved positions so she was between Cheyenne’s legs enjoying the picture of arousal that she had accomplished. Her eye’s met Cheyenne’s and she wiggled her eyebrows up and down before disappearing into paradise. Her tongue devoured everything it could reach. She alternated between licking and nibbling with her teeth the pulsing pleasure point.
When she knew the time was right she inserted two fingers into Cheyenne and curved them upwards until she found the perfect spot to thrust in and out. Mickey timed the rhythm with the movement of Cheyenne’s hips.
“Yes! Mickey oh god Yes!” Cheyenne yelled.
Mickey continued until Cheyenne’s body stilled. Mickey looked up into Cheyenne’s eyes that were bright with passion.
“Come up here. I need to hold you after that.” Cheyenne demanded.
Mickey was more than happy to oblige. When she arrived, she found that Cheyenne had easily taken her top off the rest of the way and now both of her arms were open. Mickey laid her head on Cheyenne’s breast with a sigh of contentment.
“You sound pretty pleased with yourself, Ms. Martinez!”
With a chuckle Mickey answered “Most definitely!”
Instantly Mickey felt the weight of Cheyenne over her. Her t-shirt was removed in one smooth motion and her hands were placed above her head. Mickey could feel that her nipples were as hard as pebbles. She wasn’t ready for the immense sensation of what Cheyenne did next. Teeth bit into one nipple as a few fingers twisted the other. It was an intoxicating mixture of pain and pleasure.
When Cheyenne stopped, Mickey wanted to beg for more. Before she could, she felt Cheyenne removing her boy briefs down to her ankles. Soon there were sensations that Mickey couldn’t even describe. Her body was on fire, there wasn’t a part of her that Cheyenne had not touched. When she felt a warm tongue and teeth slide across her nub and lower lips, she could feel her body tense for what was going to be a magnificent orgasm. She thought just one more second…
Everything stopped. Mickey looked up to see an evil smile on Cheyenne’s face. “That my lover is part of your punishment. You will not be allowed to orgasm until after I have dealt with your lack of self-preservation. I want you to be with me for a very long time.”
Mickey was very tempted to finish the job herself, so she started to move her hands. In a matter of seconds Mickey’s lower body was up in the air. Cheyenne’s one hand held her by her ankles and the other one was swatting her bottom with rapid fire accuracy.
“Ouch, Ow, Okay, Okay I won’t touch. But you are evil!”
Another swat reached her bottom, this one had more power to it and sent a real message to her brain. Mickey looked at Cheyenne and pouted. “Yes, Ma’am. I will follow your orders, Ma’am”
“Very good, Ms. Martinez. I knew you were a fast learner. Now we need to get cleaned up and ready for Whitney’s friends to return here at 8. I was wondering if you would like to punish Peach? She did mess with your gun.”
Mickey grinned “That would be my pleasure!”
At 8 am sharp Cheyenne was waiting outside in front of her camper with Mickey. Cam and Whitney had joined them a few minutes earlier. Cheyenne looked at her watch and began to pull out her phone to call the sheriff. When the honking of a horn coming from a dust cloud could be heard.
Whitney laughed “That would be my friends in that dust cloud. I bet Ellie is driving today!”
The dust cloud arrived at 8:03 in front of Cheyenne and the rest of the group. The three ladies jumped out of the car and all started talking at once. “We are sorry, so sorry for being late.”
Cheyenne put her hand up and they quieted down. “Just one of you speak please.”
Comically Peach and Carrie took a step backwards and left Ellie by herself. Cheyenne tried not to smile as she watched the antics. “Well Ellie, it looks like your friends elected you spokeswoman.”
Ellie looked around to see that her friends were behind her. “You two are such brats! We were detained by a police officer on our way here. Otherwise we would have been fifteen minutes early.”
Cheyenne’s lips thinned “Why were you detained by the police Ellie?”
Ellie looked up at Cheyenne, but couldn’t meet her eyes. Ellie’s foot started making circles in the dirt.
“I am waiting and I do not like to ask the same question more than once!”
Ellie’s head snapped back up. “I was speeding. Apparently in this country you are not allowed to go 100 mph on empty streets. Who knew?”
Cheyenne was shocked “You were going 100 mph? Did you get a ticket? You should be in jail! What happened?”
The three ladies chuckled and Ellie continued “No, Ma’am, no ticket. She was a very nice young officer and found out that I was leaving the country today, so she left me with a warning. Your police in this country are very understanding. No?”
Cheyenne shook her head “No, Ellie they are usually not that understanding. You were very lucky!” Cheyenne took a calming breath and continued. “All right the three of you know that you have punishments coming your way. This is how it is going to happen. Peach, Mickey will be punishing you. Carrie you will go with Cam. Ellie that leaves you with me. I am sure I can explain driving safely to you at the same time. Whitney will you go check on the animals until Cam can get to any that need care, please? Any questions?” Everyone shook their head no.
Mickey lead Peach over to her camper and followed her inside. She could tell Peach was nervous she was wringing her hands as she stood in the middle of the camper.
“Peach have you ever had a spanking before?”
“Yes, as a child. Never as an adult.”
Mickey thought for a bit then proceeded “Okay first of all, are still wanting option two over option one?”
“Very well, this is how this is going to work. I am going to sit on the couch. You are going to walk over to me and take down your jeans. At the beginning I am going to allow you to keep your underwear up. Eventually when I get to the leather strop you will be bare bottom. Do you understand?”
“Now please tell me why you are getting a spanking from me?”
“Ma’am do I really have to say it?”
“Yes, you really have to say it. If you stall any longer I will give you some swats until you are ready to tell me and then we will start the real spanking. That is completely up to you.”
Mickey watched Peach for a few seconds. The young woman was not budging either from nerves or stubbornness. Mickey really didn’t know, but she did know how to get her talking. She brought her arm back and with a little energy swung it forward landing her palm with extreme accuracy on Peach’s behind. She was able to get three swats in before Peach started to sputter.
“Ma’am I messed up and put real bullets into your gun and I could have hurt someone or myself. Plus, we put itching powder in the cowgirl’s beds.” All of those words rushed out of Peach like a tidal wave.
Mickey nodded and took hold of Peach’s hand to escort her to the couch. Mickey sat down in the middle of the couch and placed the strop at the end so Peach could see it when she was draped over her knees. “Please take your jeans down to your ankles now, Peach.”
Mickey watched as Peach’s fingers fumbled with the button and zipper of her jeans. Soon the jeans were down on her ankles and she had revealed her boy briefs that had peaches printed all over them. Mickey bit her cheek to keep from smiling.
Holding her hand out to Peach, Mickey gently helped her over her knees. “Peach are you comfortable enough?”
Peach nodded her head. Mickey gave her a quick swat “Only verbal answers Peach.”
A muffled answer “Yes, Ma’am I am comfortable”
“Peach, before I begin I need you to make sure that you keep your hands away from your bottom. You can leave them under your head or stretch them to the floor, but under no circumstances reach back. I could hurt you and I don’t want to do that. If you do reach back I will start the spanking all over. Do you understand?”
Mickey didn’t waste anymore time, she began the spanking in earnest. With each swat she was rewarded with an ‘Ow’ from Peach. Mickey was enjoying watching the bounce of Peach’s pert bottom with each swat. She also found that she was aiming for each peach on her boy shorts. A couple of times she had to scoot Peach closer to her and hold her tighter, so she could keep her from falling off her lap.
Mickey found that mixing up the rhythm of the spanking, kept Peach from anticipating where and when the next one would land. Mickey continually amplified the intensity. She knew she was getting her message across by listening to the volume increase of Peach’s protests.
She decided to take a break and check in with Peach. “Young lady, are you planning on messing with another person’s gun ever again? How about breaking into someone’s bedroom and placing itching powder in their bed?” While she waited for the answer she decided to take a peek at the color of Peach’s lower cheeks. She was very satisfied with the uniform red she saw.
“No, Ma’am. I am going to keep my protests on the internet or marching!”
“Very good, Peach. I am happy to hear that. Now we need to really send this message home. Your briefs are going to have to be pulled down now. Please lift your hips slightly so I can slide them down.”
Mickey heard a muffled groan, but Peach did lift up her hips. The briefs slid down to her thighs with ease. When Mickey saw what all of her work had accomplished on Peach’s bottom, she realized what satisfaction Cheyenne must feel at this point of a spanking.
“I am going to continue with my hand until your bottom is a deeper red and your sit spots are completely covered Peach. I will let you know when it will be time for the strop. If you continue to take your punishment as well as you have been. You will only get ten with the strop. If you act up I will increase the strop by ten each time.”
“Yes Ma’am. But Ma’am it hurts a lot already and I promise I will never touch a gun again, honest.”
Mickey smiled at that statement. She knew from experience at this point in a spanking, you would promise anything not to feel anymore swats. She decided that she would let her hand do the rest of the talking.
Lifting her right arm a bit higher and increasing the velocity with the down stroke Mickey was able to quickly deepen the red on each of Peach’s cheeks. She lifted her one knee so that she had better access to Peach’s sit spots. Soon both sit spot areas were a uniform red. Mickey was satisfied that Peach was finally ready for the strop.
She gave Peach a few gentle pats on her bottom and rubbed her back a little. “Peach, it is time for the strop. You need to concentrate on relaxing your bottom and breathing. Trust me it really does help. Since you are new to this I am going to count them for you.”
Mickey picked up the strop and placed it on Peach’s bottom, while she adjusted Peach on her lap. She knew how hard it was to wait so she picked up the strop, aimed it. Brought it up and down quickly 5 times covering Peach’s whole backside.
Peach was alternating between ‘Ouches’ and pleading “No more please.”
“That’s your first five Peach. You are doing well.”
Mickey repeated her peppering of the strop with only 4 strokes. The last stroke she brought back a bit farther and added velocity down.
Peach shouted “Please Ma’am, no more!”
Mickey dropped the strop on the couch and patted Peach’s back. “You did really well Peach. When you are ready to get up, just lift your hips and I will help you get your briefs back in place.”
It took a few minutes before Mickey felt Peach’s hips lift up. She slipped the cute boy briefs back in place and helped Peach stand. Mickey wasn’t sure which set of cheeks was redder. She gave Peach an encouraging smile, right before Peach bent down to pull her jeans up.
Mickey stood up and gave Peach a gentle hug. “You did real well Peach. I sure hope you learned your lesson.”
Peach returned the hug “Yes, Ma’am. I definitely did.”
Mickey grinned at Peach and helped her towards the door. “Peach why don’t you go find Whitney in the barn. I am sure your other friends are either with her or will be joining her soon. Please stay safe.”
Mickey watched Peach walk gingerly towards the barn. She noticed that Cam was watching Carrie walk towards the barn with the same gait. They both grinned at sharing the same site of watching both young women rubbing their bottoms on the way to the barn. She waved at Cam before she went back into her trailer.
Cam struck up a light conversation with Carrie as they walked towards her camper. She learned that Carrie had met Whitney in college and they both had joined up with the rest of the animal activists through the internet and other college organizations.
Cam opened the door for Carrie and invited her in. Cam asked “Carrie would you like something to drink, water, soda?”
“No thank you, Ma’am. I am too nervous to drink anything.”
Cam decided that she needed to get Carrie to relax before she punished her. “Why don’t you take a seat on the couch.”
Cam watched as Carrie took the few steps towards the couch. Carrie stopped in the middle of sitting down and stood right back up. She pointed at the hairbrush on the table in front of her. “Are you going to spank me with that?”
Cam tried not to chuckle at the expression on Carrie’s face. She decided to give her a small smile and nod gently. “Yes, Carrie your bare bottom is going to feel the back of that hairbrush. But that will be after it is fully readied by my hand. Don’t you think putting your life at risk in a barrel in an arena with a raging bull deserves a memorable punishment? Please sit down.”
Carrie sat down, but her eyes never left the hairbrush until she answered Cam’s question. “I guess, Ma’am. But I didn’t put my life in danger on purpose.”
Cam nodded her head. “Why don’t you explain how you happened to find yourself in that situation Carrie?”
About five minutes later, Cam had a much better understanding of why Carrie and Ellie had done what they did. She also knew a little bit more about her Whitney. During the conversation Cam had noticed that Carrie had leaned back into the couch a sure sign that she had relaxed.
“Carrie, given all the information that you have now and how dangerous those bulls are, would you ever impersonate a rodeo clown again?”
“Good choice, Carrie. Can you tell me now why you are going to be spanked?”
“Yes, Ma’am. First, I chose option two with Cheyenne instead of the sheriff. Then I put my life in danger and others because they had to come rescue me.”
“Carrie have you ever been spanked before?”
Cam watched a blush cover Carries face. She remained silent waiting for an answer.
“Yes, Ma’am I have. I might tend to get myself in certain situations, around certain Toppy people who take it upon themselves to correct my behavior.”
Cam let out a chuckle she couldn’t help it. “I am sure you do. I am going to go over my rules so there are no issues. One we will start off over your underwear but your jeans will be taken off and folded and placed nicely on the table. Two when you are over my knees you will keep your hands away from your bottom. If you allow them to get in the way, I will start the spanking completely over. When I am ready for your panties to come down I will tell you and expect you to lift your hips up so it is easier to slide them down. They will stay on your thighs. After the spanking I will help you replace your underwear to keep your modesty as much as I can. Do you have any questions?”
Carrie shook her head “No, Ma’am”
Cam walked over to where Carrie was sitting “All right why don’t you stand up and take care of your jeans. I will get myself comfortable and ready for you to place yourself over my knees.”
A few minutes later Cam was staring down at a bottom covered with boys briefs with flames and little devils smiling and staring back at her. “Carrie, what little I know of you, I believe your knickers suit you!”
“Thank you, Ma’am”
Cam began the most important job of a good punishment. Sensitizing the brat’s skin so she feels everything later more intensely. Her hand was like a machine, pumping up and down. She covered every devil and flame she could find on Carrie’s bottom and sit spots.
As most experience spankers do she looked for signs that she was getting her message across. Carrie was trying her best to breathe in and out and relax. Cam was countering that effort with mixing up timing, placement and intensity. In Cam’s experience this type of punishment was an intricate dance between spanker and spankee. The intent was always that the spanker leads the spankee to see the error of their ways.
Cam lifted her knee, which resulted in Carrie’s sit spots being a more prominent target for the upswing hand that landed with gusto. She knew she was accomplishing her goals when Carrie was no longer able to stay still. Her toes were taping the floor and on occasion a leg would lift.
Cam knew in a few more minutes the building heat in Carrie’s bottom would cause her to become vocal. Five swats later Carrie started to make hissing noises and a few ‘ouches’ could be heard. The heat emanating from Carrie’s posterior also let Cam know that she was almost ready for the hairbrush.
“Okay Carrie it is time to bare your bottom.” Cam waited for Carrie to lift her hips, as soon as she did the briefs slid right down to her thighs. Cam took a look at her work. She was very pleased to see that she had a beautiful deep red evenly spread across both cheeks and sit spots.
Cam reached over and picked up the hair brush. She rubbed circles with the bristle side of the brush on Carrie’s tush. Then she flipped it over and rubbed the wooden side across one cheek and than the other.
With lightning speed Cam used that hairbrush to pepper Carrie’s bottom. Carrie let her discomfort be known “OMG Ma’am, please no more. I swear I will never get in an arena with a bull ever again. I won’t even think about it or itching powder.”
“I am sure you won’t dear. But it is my job to make sure you keep that promise. You’ve done a really good job so far. I think ten more might do it!”
Cam brought the brush down with extra force six more times. Cam could hear Carrie’s breathing getting a bit more ragged. “Okay Carrie these last four are meant to really get the message across. If I ever hear that you put yourself in danger like this again, I will find you and double what I gave you today. I hope you understand that Whitney’s friends are important to her and in return important to me.”
The force of the last four swats caused Carrie to yell out “Please no more. I will never do anything like that again. I promise.” Carrie laid limp over Cam’s knees.
Cam patted Carrie’s back “Let’s get your underwear back in place and you can work on getting yourself back together.”
“Yes, Ma’am” Carrie lifted her hips and Cam slid the boy briefs back in place and helped Carrie stand up. Cam followed her up and gave her a nice hug.
“You did a great job, Carrie. Just don’t make me have to repeat that. Why don’t you get your jeans back on and go see Whitney in the barn? I am sure your other friends will join you there soon.”
As Cam opened the door she saw Peach headed to the barn. She turned back to make room for Carrie to get by. “Looks like Peach is headed that way herself. Try to behave Carrie.”
“Yes, Ma’am. Thank you, Ma’am”
Cam watched Carrie try to catch up to Peach without having her jeans rub her bottom anymore than necessary. She had seen that gait on more than one occasion. She was smiling to herself when she noticed Mickey was smiling at her and waving. She waved back and walked back into her trailer. She needed to start packing up things.