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Saturday Night in Dustville



Beth raised her hands to acknowledge the applause from her speech to the Women’s Guild.
It was the first time they had spoken about women’s’ right to vote and to have a say in the running of their town.
Developing western towns like Dustville in the 1800’s were male dominated , but the town was quickly becoming violent , dangerous and corrupt and changes needed to be made.
However , the men of the town were quite happy with guns , fighting , drunkenness and swearing and wanted no changes. They worked hard , played hard and wanted their women in the kitchen.

Saturday nights were the classic example.
Every man in town was at the local Saloon and soon the liquored up men would fill the street with rowdiness , fighting , gunshots and swearing.
That was exactly why Beth had scheduled her address to end just as the Saturday night frenzy was under way.

As the women poured out of the hall into the street , the sight of their men smashing up the saloon and anything nearby was right before them.
For a moment they simply stood and stared in astonishment and disgust, appalled at the sight of their men behaving like animals.
Beth knew that despite his many promises , her husband John was likely in the thick of the action.
She seethed at the very thought and took a deep breath.

Without thinking and driven by pure adrenaline , Beth boldly strode across the street to the Saloon followed by a gaggle of her colleagues from the Ladies Guild.
Her heart was pounding and fear did not enter her mind until she was at the other end of the rowdy Saloon’s swinging doors.
She was taking in her first view of the interior of the establishment her husband frequented so often and the sight both intrigued and shocked her.



Beth’s jaw dropped momentarily but she quickly refocused as she realized the melee developing inside the Saloon was downright dangerous.
She cringed and ducked as fists , boots , bodies , bottles and various other objects
flailed and sailed through the air , some finding their targets and others smashing into walls or the floor.

The angry men, fueled by liquor, towered over Beth and for a split second she considered retreating back to the safety of the street but she could feel the ladies behind her waiting for her reaction.
After her rousing speech to the women, they were looking for Beth to lead and she knew that she had to follow through to demonstrate her principles.

Drawing a deep breath, Beth carefully but forcefully took a few steps into the bowels of the shaking room and looked around.
She knew her voice would be drowned out by the noise and activity and the men had barely noticed her presence .
In the thick of the fight she saw her new husband, John fending of challengers with roundhouse punches and clearly enjoying every minute, despite his earlier pledge to his wife to stay out of trouble.
Beside him, their good friend Clint Darkley the town Sheriff was making no attempt to calm the situation and was sporting a huge smile as he landed and ducked punches.
The sight infuriated Beth and her nostrils flared with rage.

Behind the bar, one of the older barmen was hunkered in the corner clutching an antiquated shotgun.
Beth seized her opportunity and after ripping the weapon from his grasp, forced her way right into the frenzied battle.
The ladies still cowering at the door cooed at her bravery before realizing they needed to help and support her.
Inspired by Beth’s bravery they charged into the room en masse, screaming and wielding parasols in the air.
Their actions caught the attention of the combatants who paused momentarily before Beth clambered onto the bar and fired a shotgun blast into the ceiling.
The force of the shot staggered Beth backwards and sent plaster from the ceiling in all directions.
It also brought an eerie silence to the room as Beth’s army of wives, fiancé’s and sweethearts stood supportively in front of her.

Beth broke the silence as she waved the gun around and addressed the mob.
“ Gentlemen ….if this nonsense does not stop immediately my next shot will not be in the air…is that understood?” she yelled in a firm, clear voice.
The men were stunned and a few of them could only mumble “Yes Ma’am” as they tried to take in what was happening.

John’s eyes were as wide as saucers as he watched his wife take control of the room.
“Sheriff Darkley!
You should be ashamed of yourself!
It’s your job to keep the peace in this town – not encourage brawling.
……and you Judge Farley…..I’m surprised to see you participate in such uncivilized behavior!
….and especially you John Dillon ….” Beth roared pointing a finger at her husband.

The entire room turned to look at Beth’s husband, as he tried to avoid her icy stare.
Realizing she now owned the room , Beth’s confidence grew, as did that of her female companions.
The inverse happened with the men folk, with their bravado gone they looked like a room of naughty schoolboys caught in the act.

Wagging a finger at her errant husband Beth continued.
“Yes …you John Dillon …..just you wait until I get you home !!”
With that Beth clambered down from her perch on the bar and marched over to her retreating spouse.

John started to o babble something but it quickly became a loud howl of pain as Beth surprised him by reaching up and grabbing his ear.
With a rough tug she dragged his head down to her level.
“I suggest you ladies do the same and bring your men-folk home for a long overdue dose of discipline !” Beth yelled at her colleagues who were as flabbergasted as everyone else by the turn of events.
John let out another squeal as Beth wheeled him around and steered him out of the saloon delivering a sound whack to the seat of his pants.

The men laughed and some even applauded at the sight of one of the toughest men in town being manhandled by his petite wife.
Their smiles quickly drained from their faces as each and every one of them was confronted face to face with a very angry woman.
Beth glanced back and smiled in satisfaction as the women followed her lead.
One by one the participants of the Saloon brawl were led home by the ear, pleading and apologizing as their other ear was warmed by a scathing scolding.

It was a sight to behold as the women finally found the courage from Beth’s example to assert themselves and bring the town’s shameful Saturday evening activity to an end.
There was a collective sense of pride among the women which contrasted with subdued looks of shame and repentance from their men as they endured a humiliating enforced walk home to receive their long overdue comeuppance.
As Beth neared home her confidence was soaring while John continued to apologize and resorted to pleading.
His ear throbbed and felt like it would fall off if Beth ever released her grip.

Jenny Moran, a young newlywed of only a few weeks, scurried up beside Beth with he whining young husband Cecil in tow.
“Pardon me Mrs. Dillon…..but what exactly am I to do once I get Cecil home?” she asked Beth.
Beth glanced at Jenny without missing a stride as the younger woman struggled to keep up.
“You have beautiful long hair Jenny so you must own a good sturdy hairbrush?” she remarked.
Jenny nodded excitedly as she caught her breath “ Yes I do indeed Mrs. Dillon.
It’s a big Fuller brush my Mother gave me as a wedding present….Why ?” she replied naively.
Beth stopped walking to make sure Jenny understood her instructions.
“When you get home you’re going to use it to give Cecil a good spanking!” she announced.
Jenny giggled excitedly as she pictured herself taking her man over her lap .
She gave Cecil’s ear another sharp tug.
“Thanks Mrs. Dillon!” she chirped , departing as Beth shoved her husband into their house.

John groaned and rubbed his ear as Beth locked the door.
“GODAMMITT BETH….YOU ALMOST RIPPED MY EAR OFF!…..AND WHAT ARE YOU LOCKING THE DOOR FOR ?” he growled angrily.
Placing both hands on her hips and raising her brows Beth responded.
“How dare you speak to me that way after the way you’ve behaved this evening!
That foul language of yours is another thing I’m going to take care of tonight John Dillon…..and the reason I’m locking the door is because I’m sure you wouldn’t want anyone coming in and seeing me warming your bare backside do you ?” she bellowed in response.
“WHAAAT ? Now Beth please…you can’t be serious ?” He said in a conciliatory tone.

Beth did not reply but marched over to the sink and grabbed a large bar of her homemade soap.
“Now Beth….but….but….surely you don’t….”John babbled , backing away as Beth approached him.
In a flash Beth was able to bring John down to her level with another yank of his poor ear and as his mouth opened in response she jammed in the soap.
John sputtered and gagged but Beth held the soap in place.
“The soap stays there until I take it out- is that understood John?” Beth said.
John nodded and gargled a response.
“Good – now go change into your nightshirt and bring me your razor strap.” She ordered.
John’s face flushed and his eyes opened wide but he could not attempt to speak.
It was clear Beth meant business and he realized resistance was futile.
Head bowed and fighting the bitter taste of the soap he trudged off to the bedroom.

As she waited, a buoyant Beth rolled up her sleeves and undid the top buttons of her dress to prepare herself for the exertion to come.
After a few minutes John re-emerged , the soap still lodged in his mouth and clad only in his knee length nightshirt .
He handed his wife the leather strap he used to sharpen his razor.
Beth inspected the strap and slapped it against her palm.
John gulped and braced himself as Beth strode confidently around him, slapping the strap menacingly as she did.
She noticed that, despite his predicament, that John’s huge erection was very visible as it strained against the material of his nightshirt.
Admittedly Beth felt surges of sexual energy tingling in her loins also as she relished in her role of controlling her man for the first time in their relationship.

In their first year of marriage and all through their courtship it was always John who had taken the lead and, despite her independence, Beth had accepted it as tradition .
The problem was that John viewed Beth’s strong opinions as undermining his authority and felt compelled to ‘put her in her place’.
During their relationship, this had resulted in Beth going over John’s strong lap for a good old-fashioned spanking on a regular basis.
At first John the true gentlemen administered the spankings over her layers of skirts and petticoats until Beth finally confessed to him that she barely felt a thing.
That meant John had to fight his way through the layers of garments to expose Beth’s frilly pantaloons.
It was not long after that when John discovered the drawstring on Beth’s drawers which with one tug revealed the shapely , lily white globes of her bottom.
After that all Beth’s spankings were of the bare-bottomed variety.

Beth really didn’t mind as the spankings were good fun and , with her bottom bare and tingling , always led to a torrid lovemaking session afterwards.
In fact she would often add a liberal portion of pepper and sassiness to her opinions just to give John an excuse to give her a bare bottom spanking.
However, it was clear that over time John had taken advantage of this role and while Beth would be spanked for minor infractions, his behavior had no repercussions - until now.

John continued to spit and gag on the soap so Beth decided to remove it in order to have his full attention.
“I trust the taste of that soap will deter you from using foul language again John?” she asked in a firm voice.
“YES!” John sputtered back.
Beth stared angrily at her husband again.
She still detected arrogance in his response.
“YES MA’AM” John corrected himself as Beth’s glare pierced his pride.
“There are going to be some changes around her my dear.” Beth began.
She continued to lecture her husband for a full 10 minutes and outlined the changes.
There would be no more drunken Saturday nights at the Saloon.
Instead John would carry out his chores instead of neglecting them and her.
He would go back to attending church with her again, starting tomorrow.
There would be no more swearing and he would respect Beth’s opinions as she respected his.
When he broke the rules, he could expect consequences such as the sound thrashing with the strap which she was about to administer.
Throughout it all John nodded and listened silently.

When she finished Beth teasingly put a hand on John’s still burgeoning erection and squeezed.
John gasped and Beth struggled to maintain her firm demeanor.
“I’ll um….er….take care of that later…..but first my dear I am going to blister your bottom !
You’re not going to be able to sit for a week!
Now turn around and put both hands on the mantle.
On your toes please!” Beth instructed firmly.

John complied and felt vulnerable and exposed.
His mouth was dry and his heart pounded as his wife slowly drew up his nightshirt to expose his muscular buttocks.
Beth stepped back to take in the view.
She loved John’s firm buttocks.
At the moment they were a pale white hue but it was Beth’s goal to transform them to a flaming red.

“Present your bottom for punishment John!” Beth barked.
John arched his back and pushed out his rear end.
“OW!” John yelped as Beth cracked her right palm against his right cheek with force.
Pleased with the reaction she landed another slap to the same spot followed by a pair to his left cheek.
John howled again , surprised by the power and sting of the spanks.
Beth’s palm stung and tingled but she knew John’s hide was tough , so gritting her teeth , she stepped back and started spanking his cheeks with all her might.
John yelled out and struggled to stay in place , his fingers digging into the mantle until the barrage of about 40 spanks ended.
Beth caught her breath.
Her palm really hurt now but she had clearly made an impression on John – literally.
She could see the pinking red outlines where her palm had repeatedly landed on John’s skin.
It was certainly warm now – but guaranteed to be hotter.

Beth took a firm grip of the strap and took up a position to John’s left side.
His face was red and flushed as he breathed heavily.
‘CRRRAAAAAKKK!!!’
“AAAAAHH GAAAD! “ John bellowed as the strap lashed against his buttocks.
It stung even worse than it sounded.
He had little time to react as Beth followed up with a trio of whacks of the same power.
John cried out and clenched his cheeks instinctively.
“Get that bottom out mister !” Beth seethed unsympathetically.
Her husband moaned but complied.
Beth continued John’s strapping , making sure to cover every tender inch of his buttocks and upper thighs , until this skin turned that blazing crimson hue she desired.
“I’m sorry honey….please stop…my butt is on fire….please….” John pleaded.
A good dose of the strap had well and truly tamed the toughest cowboy in town.

Beth paused to catch a breath and to examine her handiwork putting a palm on John’s hot cheeks.
She had lost count of the number of strokes she had administered and could feel the red welts she had seared into John’s skin.
There was no doubt he would be feeling the effects of his thrashing every time he tried to sit for the next few days.

Satisfied that her husband was truly sorry Beth allowed him to turn around and remove his nightshirt.
His eyes moist and face contorted in a grimace ,John quickly dropped the shirt and clutching both cheeks , danced idiotically around the room in a vain attempt to sooth his burning rear.
Beth found it amusing and let him continue his dance , especially when she saw that his erection was making a dramatic comeback.

Lust built up inside Beth as she took in the sight of her handsome ,well-endowed and well- spanked husband but she needed to stay in control.
After a few moments John regained his composure enough to stand naked before Beth.
“AAWW my butt feels like I sat on a hot griddle !” he moaned.
Trying to ignore his erection , she put a finger on his chin and tilted it so his eyes met hers.
She loved those piercing steel blue eyes of his and now they even had a tinge of sensitivity about them.
“I trust you have learned a valuable lesson tonight John Dillon and be sure I will not hesitate to blister your bottom again when you need it .
Church starts early tomorrow so I suggest we go to bed now….” She said with a hint of a grin , lowering her eyes to John’s erection.
A smile spread across John’s face and with a loud “YAHOO” he scooped Beth into his arms and carried her into the bedroom.

Sheriff Clint Darkley gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on his wife’s ankle with his left hand as he struggled to stay in position - head first over Laura Darkley’s lap !
The tough Sheriff’s pants and long johns were bundled around his knees and his bare backside was so red it glowed.
“YES LAURA…… I’M SORRY….I’M TRULY SORRY……PLEASE STOP!” he pleaded .
Laura tightened her grip on the flat piece of wood she was using as a makeshift paddle to tan her husband’s behind.
It was an improvisation which worked well , apart from the fact they kept breaking on her.
She was on her fifth slat but there were lots more left.

Laura raised her arm high and with a roundhouse swing cracked the wood firmly across her husband’s twin globes.
‘THWAAAACK!’
“AAAAARGH!” Clint howled.
The slat broke into two pieces so Laura reached down for another one.
“If you would live up to your responsibilities as a husband and a Sheriff I wouldn’t have to do this !” Laura told him before laying on another sound lick.
‘THWAAAT!’
“YEOOW!”

Laura Darkley was a fine physical specimen.
Wildly attractive but strong ,powerful and able to shoot , rope and ride as well as any man.
Clint still towered above her but he knew his wife was a handful for any man.
She was a real spitfire and Clint was the only man brave enough to try and romance Laura.
He put an end to her renowned temper tantrums early in their courting days when she poked a shotgun at Clint.
Once he had disarmed her he hauled her kicking and screaming over his lap ,and warmed the seat of her jeans.
The spanking only served to make Laura even more furious and she began aiming punches and kicks at Clint.
So back over Clint’s lap she went , but this time he peeled off her tight jeans and spanked her firm , bare bottom until it was cherry red and the fight was gone from her.

That was some time ago , but now the tables were turned and Laura was more than able to give her man a dose of the same treatment .
With one of Laura’s strong legs clamped around his knees and his nose almost touching the ground Clint was helpless and at his wife’s mercy.
He made another vain attempt to wiggle off his wife’s denim clad lap and was rewarded with a series of a dozen or so of the best whacks she could muster .
The tough town Sheriff was broken and bawling like a baby , begging Laura to stop as she laid on another dozen good licks.
She finally stopped paddling his rump – but not before breaking yet another wooden slot in the progress.
“DARN!” she seethed and picked up another slat.

She raised her hand again , but on inspection of her husband’s well-roasted rump , decided he had enough so unceremoniously tossed him off her lap and onto the floor.
Clint wasted no time in putting both hands on his rear to sooth the burning.
“Yeooow!” he howled as Laura hauled him to his feet by his ear and marched him into the corner.
“Keep those hands on your head and stay in that corner and think about your behavior Clint Darkley!” Laura scolded.
As Clint struggled to stay in his corner , Laura went to the next room and filled the tub.

The paddling was quite a workout for her and she wiped beads of sweat from her brow while she wiggled her shapely hips to shuck off her tight jeans.
“AAAH!” she sighed as she sank into the hot suds and relaxed.
As she lay back in the tub she still had a good view of Clint standing in the corner , his crimson rear on display and his pants around his ankles.
Even worse for Clint were the tempting visions of his Amazon wife naked in the next room and he could not even turn his head to look.
His erection grew at the very thought.
Laura teased her husband by graphically describing how she was bathing in the tub.
She chuckled as Clint squirmed and shifted in the corner.

“OK Clint. If you’ve learned your lesson I’ll let you scrub my back .” Laura cooed.

“I’ve learned my lesson dear…honest…” Clint pleaded.
Kicking off his boots and pants Clint scampered over to the tub , buck-naked from the waist down.
Laura sat up in the tub and Clint sighed at the sight of the water dripping off her firm breasts.
Ignoring the fire in his rear , he took a washcloth and began gently washing the smooth , olive skin on her athletic back.
As he did , his free hand explored her shoulders before cupping one of her breasts.
Laura moaned as Clint’s fingers massaged her firm nipples.
Their lips locked in a long passionate kiss as Laura hauled her husband on top of her and in the tub.
The violent movement of their bodies toppled the small tub spilling water everywhere but their passion was too intense to care.

Their lips still locked , Clint hoisted Laura onto the table.
She spread her legs and screamed as his long , thick shaft slowly penetrated deep inside her.
The table bucked and bounced noisily as Clint pumped and Laura urged him on until their bodies exploded in a joint orgasm.
Later as Clint lay face down on the bed , Laura applied some cold cream to his blazing buttocks.
“Guess I’ll be riding high in the saddle for a while …” Jeff said with a hint of a smile.
Laura chuckled “ Don’t worry Clint …..you won’t be the only one. Now lets go to bed….we can’t be late for church tomorrow”
Clint moaned and then let out a yelp as his wife gave his tender rear a final , playful slap.

All over town that Saturday evening the sound of fighting , swearing and drunkenness was replaced with the crack of palms , paddles , brushes , switches and other implements being applied to bare male buttocks.

Even rookie wife Jenny Moran had gained the confidence to give her husband Cecil the walloping of his life.
By the time she was finished the Fuller Brush logo was well and truly tattooed on Cecil’s backside.
Judge Farley discovered a new meaning for the Seat of Justice from his longtime wife Martha and bore the marks of her wooden spoon on his rump for days to come.

The next morning at Church , Reverend Brown was the most surprised man in town.
Instead of a congregation of women and a handful of old men , every man in town was dutifully waiting outside the church beside his wife and dressed in their Sunday best.
His jaw dropped as Beth and John were the first to greet him.
“Looks like you’ll have a full house today Reverend “ Beth declared proudly.

The Reverend was still stunned as he climbed into the pulpit to start his sermon and surveyed the packed congregation standing before him.
“Please be seated” he announced formally.
As his flock complied , a collective “YEOOW!” from each and every man echoed through the church as their tender sit-spots pressed into the hard wooden pews.
They all instinctively sprang back up , clutching their rears , while their wives remained seated.
While the men blushed , their ladies put hands to their mouths and tittered like schoolgirls.

The Reverend was rendered speechless and puzzled yet again.
Beth Dillon gingerly raised her hand to speak , trying hard to control a giggle.
“Would you mind if our men could stand for the Service Reverend?
They would be…er…much more comfortable..” she said tactfully.

“They’re too sore to sit after the whuppin’s we gave ‘em last night Reverend !” a female voice shouted from the rear pews to uproarious laughter from the ladies.
“I understand …..Of course you may stand Gentlemen .” The Reverend replied shaking his head in amusement and disbelief.

The following Saturday night the Dustville Saloon was a quiet place as its usual customers were home with their wives or catching up with their chores.
Beth decided to treat herself to a rare shopping trip while John went through the long outstanding list of chores she had assigned him.

“Miss Beth is gonna be made at you if she comes back and finds you sippin’ on lemonade instead of mendin’ that fence Mister Dillon.
You outa be done by now !” Lizzie the maid warned John as she placed a cold pitcher of lemonade in front of him.
John put his feet up on the railing and kicked back in his chair , tilting his hat to shield his eyes from the blazing sun.
“She won’t be home for hours Lizzie….there’s lots of time to finish the chores” John replied calmly.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn ya !” Lizzie scolded .

His early start and the hot sun made John drowsy and he soon drifted off to sleep.
He didn’t even hear Beth’s buggy pull up in front of him until she kicked the chair from under him .
John swore as he crashed to the floor and looked up in surprise to see his wife glaring angrily at him.
“@#$%#$* BETH ….YOU ALMOST BROKE MY NECK !” he yelled instinctively.
Beth fumed and John wished he could retract his reaction but it was too late.
“I drove past where our fence was supposed to be but saw no sign of you- or a fence John!” Beth lectured.
“B…but…honey….you’re back early…..I was just…...” John stammered before Beth stopped him.

“I go shopping for a few hours and come back to a lazy husband who did no chores and welcomes me with foul language.
Get yourself cleaned up and report to me upstairs John Dillon.
I am going to paddle your sorry behind long and hard for this !” Beth seethed through gritted teeth before turning on her heels and storming inside.

Trying to control her fury Beth greeted Lizzie who helped her with her bags.
“That’s a beautiful dress Miss Beth ….did you buy it in town?” Lizzie asked.
Beth calmed down and spun around to give Lizzie a better look.
She had bought it for John as he loved her to dress up but he had spoiled her surprise.

“I told Mr. Dillon he was askin’ fer trouble but he didn’t listen Ma’am.
Do you want me to fetch you some switches from the woodshed for his whuppin’’ ?” Lizzie asked as she followed Beth upstairs into the bedroom.
“Yes …please do Lizzie…a good switching will be a good start but open that box over there and hand me what’s inside would you ?” Beth replied.
Lizzie excitedly opened the box and gasped when she pulled out a large , wooden oval hairbrush.
Beth tapped the back of the brush against her palm.
“I wasn’t planning on using this so soon , but……go fetch those switches and send Mr. Dillon in here Lizzie.” She said.
Lizzie darted off but stopped as Beth called her back.
“Oh Lizzie !
You’re going to hear a lot of noise and likely a lot of howling from Mr. Dillon so perhaps you may want to take a walk ?“Beth offered.


Lizzie winced and scurried out , bumping into John on her way down the stairs.
“Miss Beth wants to see you right away Mister Dillon……I’ll put together a nice ice bag for you….your …..your….um…eh…right after I fetch some switches….”Lizzie said .
“Switches ?” John asked.
“Yessir …switches ……but that ain’t nothing …..she has a big hairbrush too !”Lizzie told him.
John took a deep breath as he opened the bedroom door and ventured tentatively inside.
“Hi Beth.” He said sheepishly.
Beth had removed her new dress and sat at her dressing table in her undergarments as she removed her new bonnet from her head.
Sitting prominently on the table in front of her was her new hairbrush.
She carefully placed the had back in its box , glanced over at John , picked up the brush and patted her lily white lap.
“Get those pants down and get over my knee!” she said in a low , firm voice.

Just looking at his scantily clad wife excited John as he felt his erection swell inside his pants.

He lowered his pants and long johns and carefully draped himself over Beth’s inviting lap.
She opened her thighs slightly ,inviting his erection inside before clamping them shut.
John moaned as Beth hoisted his shirt tail to expose his bare bottom.
Just then there was a knock on the door.
“I have those switches Miss !” Lizzie called out.
“Bring them in Lizzie !” Beth replied.
John’s face flushed “ But Beth…..she’ll….AWWWW…”

Lizzie pretended to cover her eyes but made sure she could take in a lingering look at John’s firm , bare backside as he lay over his wife’s lap.
Beth picked up a switch and inspected it.
“Thank you Lizzie.” She said.
Lizzie closed the door and waited in the hallway for the silence to end.
She did not have to wait long until she heard the sounds of a switch lashing against bare skin .
‘SWISH’ CRACK’ “OW!”
‘SWISH’ CRACK’ “OW!”
‘SWISH’ CRACK’ “OW!”

Beth swung the switch at a fast pace , quickly stinging every inch of John’s rump and thighs.
Lizzie cringed as the switching continued , the only pauses occurring when one of them broke and Beth had to reach for a new one.
After a third pause Lizzie could hear only John’s groaning and pleading
“AAAAAAAH ……GEEEZ THAT BURNS BETH!
OH NO! PLEASE BETH…..NO…”
‘CRAAAAAACK!!’
“YEOOOUCH !”
It sounded like a gunshot but it was the sound of Beth’s new hairbrush landing forcefully on John’s buttocks.
The sound startled Lizzie.

Beth delivered another 4 solitary , hard whacks to her husband’s already tenderized behind , each generating a satisfyingly loud howl.
She then settled into a rhythmic pattern whacking one cheek and then the other .
John could barely catch his breath as the brush danced across his rump leaving deep red , oval shaped tattoos on his skin.
Concentrating on the sit spot on his right buttock , Beth landed repeated whacks to the same area.
John bucked and squirmed on her lap trying to avoid the barrage and to encourage his wife to choose another area to torment but this only served to encourage her to continue paddling the same spot until it was well and truly roasted.
Then she turned her attention to the same spot on his left cheek and gave it the same treatment.
With a final flurry of spanks an exhausted Beth ended the punishment.
John’s tough hide was a flaming red and bore the marks of the red lines of the switch and the oval patches of the brush.
Blisters were forming on the areas of each of his buns where Beth had really focused her attention.

After a ling silent pause , Lizzie stepped back as she saw the door handle slowly turn.
His eyes moist and face flushed , John winced painfully as he limped out of the room.
He forced a smile as he hobbled past Lizzie.
“Wow…she really gave it too you good this time Mr. Dillon….” Lizzie blurted.
“She sure did Lizzie…..she sure did….”John concurred painfully.

Taking great care to keep his seat off the saddle John rode out to work on the fences.
The exertion and heat of the sun on his bronzed , muscular torso took his mind of his roasted rump.
After repairing the last post the sight of the nearby river and the cool waters of the stream cascading into it over the rocks was a welcome one.
Already stripped to the waist he kicked off his boots ,undid his belt and stepped out of his jeans.
“Darn you Beth !” he sighed as he inspected the damage to his rear-quarters.
It hurt like heck but the cool spring water would help.
He gasped in relief as he stood naked beneath the waterfall and let the cold water spray against his battered rear.
His butt was so hot he was sure he heard it sizzle.

Beth watched John bath from behind the oak tree where John had left his clothing.
The sight of her handsome husband , his firm backside still red hot from being spanked bathing in the river sent sexual sparks through Beth’s veins.
She quickly began removing the expensive new riding outfit she had just purchased and tossed it on the ground in her haste to join John in the river.
She entered the water without John seeing her and skillfully swam under the surface to the waterfall before springing out of the water.
“You naughty boy….you’re supposed to be mending fences!” she giggled.
Surprised , John still drank in the sight of the wet , shimmering beauty before him.
“Fences are all mended Ma’am so now we can have some fun.!” John smiled as he scooped Beth up into his arms.
Their passions fueled the couple made love on the banks of the river until the sun began to fade.
THE END ?

[Often123]

Very good story, and reminded me of a short series on Dana Kane's site. We'll be looking forward to any sequels or related stories.

[sgtjoe]

LOL! I'm not usually a fan of F/M stories, but this was a good one.

[spankedmommy]

Thanks for like