Role reversal at the ranch: spanking
Michael was a strict leader at the ranch of his boss. He enforced the rules of the old school as well as spankings weren't unusual for the ranchers he worked with when they strayed from their line of.
"You arrived unannounced," Michael said, raising one eyebrow.
Cecile smiled and bit her bottom lip while trying to look guilty. "So you're aware of what's coming next, aren't you?"
Cecile turned her head. "Yes, Michael. A spanking. I am sorry."
It was their policy. She was not allowed to visit the barn when working there even if they were his supervisors.
She'd broken the law and was now required to have to pay. He was bathing himself, cold water dripping over his legs and chest.
Michael always cleaned himself after completing his work and she would interrupt that also.
He quickly dried off throughout the night. Cecile was unable to get enough stares at the nakedness of his body.
A spanking session helped her get off
She would lay awake at night in her bed, thinking about him, and sleeping on her pillow, trying not to shout his name.
But, even her fantasies weren't even close to reality.
He dressed and sat down , before asking her to move closer. Cecile was not one to fight the bush, putting her body on his lap.
Her belly could be felt to grow tighter in anticipation. Her tummy was exposed, her short-sleeved skirt showed everything.
"It's a little impractical to be here wearing this kind of attire, don't you think?" Michael chuckled.
She was in need of him, there was no denying it.
It was as if soap smelled. It was mingled with the strong scent of fresh hay in the barn. Cecile was aware that she would be awed each when she walked into the barn from then on.
She was looking at the hat that was hanging on an iron pole.
"I am in love with these panties," he said, distracted by her, and then rubbing his fingers across the panties.
She smiled at herself. It was not even a thong at all - she was aware that he preferred practical underwear.
His right hand brushed her back and sides. She tried to not giggle or feel a gasp when he touched her. This was a different rule.
"What is your most trusted word, Cecile?"
"Red," she said rapidly.
He stopped tickling her.
The spanking begins
"I am going to smack you for thirty times. One for each minute that is left until the end of my day if you had not interrupted. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Michael."
He was humming.
He slid his skis across her legs, beginning from her ankle all the way to the base of the spine. His hands are rough after a long day of working. This added to the excitement she felt.
He stopped and did some circles around the knees' back. She froze and licked the cheeks on the inside to keep from making any noise.
Did he want to spank her in front of her?
He didn't.
His fingers swung upwards and set her body on fire.
The first bite was painful enough to cause the girl to draw blood out of the bite of her lips.
Three swift ones followed softly, and right at the same place. The sting spread across her buttcheeks.
She was massaged for a couple of minutes relaxing the muscles and in the process of relaxing her. She nearly forgot that she was getting punished.
"You like Cecile?"
"Yes, Michael," she said, becoming drowsy from the sensations that his hands gave her.
He sat on her and kissed her before grabbing her once more but this time, on the other side.
The hands of his father were fast and firm to her. One was placed against her back to keep her from moving, and the other was kneading her soft buttcheek. She relaxed , and fell again to his trap.
The girl was already sensitive and her security was on the decline.
Cecile was crying as his hand hit her thigh, and then tensed again.
He would spank her repeatedly.
Cecile tried to understand the meaning of the pattern in order to stop the next blow from leaving her crying.
The man wasn't doing it in an identifiable rhythm. The spanks were gentle, with fingers barely rubbing her skin. Some, she was certain that they would leave marks.
Then she got wetter, more dependent and less able to keep her cool.
Her release was increasing and tightening her muscles which was robbing her of mental sanity. She could not cumber when he put his hands on her and he would not do it.
The only person who could turn her into the state of a whimpering wreck.
"Are you alright, Cecile?"
She snapped herself out of her stupor, realising that she had been gasping for air while her eyes were blurred in tears.
"Yes," she said, her voice cracking.
His fingers went around her groyne at least three times. It then went down to feel the slickness of her pissy.
Michael was a bit sluggish in the room by dragging the tip of his fingers from her clit until she entered to spread her wetness across her.
Cecile groaned at the sensation of the desire she felt.
"Please," she begged in a state of desperation, knowing that it would be useless. She didn't have a count however, the teasing of him was always in the middle of the last 10 and a half whippings.
His index was slipping inside her, and he moved slowly.
Her clit was in a throbbing state, but her clit remained unaffected. Cecile felt a tingle, but was in no way able to hide the delight that he brought her even when he did not touch her in the places she was most in need of him.
His free hand got caught up in her hair, pulling her back a bit. She was awed by the roughness.
He added another finger and curled them in her. Cecile took an inhale, trying to get some control. She knew that it would fly out of the window once he had thought it was over and she did her best.
Inviting you to have more spanking
His touch was bringing him to the point of swearing and he could sense that.
She wasn't going to be a saviour for him. The act of swearing was prohibited. If she did the second time, she'd get a spanking.
"You know that begging isn't going to change this. You've been a bad person and you're aware that bad girls should be punished, aren't they?"
"Yes, Michael."
He put his hand away and struck her in the back again in a way that involved two fingers hitting her tummy. She broke out in tears.
Her body was lying to her, turning to his touch. She'd never felt so intensely within such a short period of time. He continued to coax moans, whimpers and sobs from her.
Michael hit her repeatedly in various locations, in various ways and she was unable to stop herself from kicking him.
Then, he began to whip her knees using two fingers. Her eyes were filled with tears. Nerves were tingling and her body was stiff and each one of his strikes, whether hard or soft, provoked tears from her.
After he was done, Cecile was trembling, her breathing was ragged. Cecile had not taken a breath once but.
Her legs were squeezing like jelly. His hands slid across her legs. He had dark eyes focused upon her. They promised her a million hilarious strategies to have her cry in joy.
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