1. Cowgirl


    Date: 2/16/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: cdod, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    girl nodded. "By accepting pain I demonstrate my courage and my commitment. I understand. I expected something similar. But why should I respect you?" For a few seconds, Kenny's jaw pulsed in fury but he bit down on his tobacco tightly. He smiled thinly. "After I whip you, I guarantee you'll respect me," he muttered. Beth Ann shrugged. "All right. Let's get this over with. How it is done? I want it just like you do for new men. Don't treat me any differently because I'm a woman. I won't have none of your damn male sympathy!" The foreman glanced back at his men who were staring at him like they'd just been stuck with pitchforks. The girl had just erased any hope of them going easy on her. He shrugged. "Go ahead and get completely undressed." His voice faltered as the girl's pink underpants struck his chest. He caught them reflexively, clutching them in a tight fist. Strangely, the part against his palm felt damp. The men stirred restlessly, shuffling their feet and elbowing each other for a better view. Beth Ann stood impassively before the men, idly smoothing down her short-cropped hair with one hand, and waiting. Acres of lush female flesh taunted the men, who licked their lips and began to plot. They each wanted her for their own, and wondered how they could make it happen. Kenny brought the men back to attention, urging Leroy, who hung near his elbow, to fetch the whips. The man grimaced at Beth Ann with an eagerness she should have found dreadful. Instead she grinned ...
    back at him and winked, and he left, shaken and puzzled. No one spoke for a moment, and then Kenny motioned to Beth Ann to follow him. Keeping himself between her and the men, he guided her toward the chuckwagon, parked before the blazing fire. Spice, the cook, hopped out of the back of the wagon carrying a stretch of rope. Kenny turned his gray eyes on Beth Ann. "Do we need the rope?" The girl was astonished. "Hell no! I can take whatever you've got." She paused. "Just how much are you planning to whip me, anyway?" "A great deal," said Kenny. His voice was cold, with perhaps a twinge of sadness, though he spoke with little emotion. "Every man you see here is going to whip your ass. And after they are done, it's my turn." The naked girl didn't flinch at his blunt words as he expected. She grinned. "Sounds fair," she grunted, rubbing her palms together as though preparing for a game. Kenny had one more trick left. He didn't take his eyes off the girl as Leroy approached, carrying the whips. Kenny took the wide razor strop and held it up so the girl could see and fear it. "Ah, the old razor strop," sighed the girl. "I'm well aquainted with that one. For a while there, my father gave me a weekly dose whether I needed it or not. Every Saturday night it was a trip to the barn." Beth Ann spoke fondly, with her head leaning back and her eyes half-closed, as though recalling her first kiss. The foreman ground his teeth and spat on the ground. He threw the strop to one of the men and ...
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