"Aw do we have to Clint....we said we were sorry." Susan pleaded to the handsome Ranch Foreman. Clint had no sympathy for the two daughters of his boss , after spending the day scouring the countryside to find the pair of damsels in distress who had ridden off into dangerous , uncharted territory despite his repeated warnings.
Not only that , their horses were exhausted from their escapade and would need a lot of rest and care for the next few days.
Clint glared at the two contrite ladies , "Would you prefer I turn you in to your Father and tell him what you did? " he asked . knowing that whatever Clint had in store for them back in the barn could not be worse than facing the wrath of their Father.
"OK! OK! We'll go and take our medicine from you Clint !" Susan's older sister Jane whined and reluctantly followed Clint out to the old barn where he could deal with them away from prying eyes.
It was still a humiliating walk for Jane and Susan as the ranch workers knew when Clint took someone to the barn it was for a well deserved lickin' .....and if anyone deserved a lickin' it was these two young ladies !
Inside the barn , the two ladies stood beside a large wooden box while Clint secured the door , their eyes drawn to the heavy , leather belt hanging on the wall.
They had heard stories about that belt , mostly of young greenhorns who had broken Clint's rules and were given a lickin' on their bare backsides that had them avoiding sitting for the next week.
Clint had no intention of being lenient with the pair , despite being of the fairer sex.
He was a typical cowboy , black and white and rules were rules , and when the rules were broken there were consequences.
Susan gulped when she saw Clint retrieve the belt from the wall and slap it against his open palm as if to test it's effectiveness.
"You're gonna give us the strap Clint?" she asked nervously.
Jane instinctively rubbed the seat of her tight jeans , "....on the butt?" she asked , already knowing the answer.
Clint glared at them , "Yes the strap....on the butt...the bare butt !" he replied making the two ladies jaws drop.
"BARE! Now come on Clint....I know we screwed up but....on the bare?" Susan pleaded.
Clint regarded them with some hint of clemency for the first time.
"Alright then , it'll be pants down but my guess is the skimpy undies you gals wear these days will save your dignity but not your butts!" he said with a slight grin.
He pointed to the box , "Britches down and lay over that box gals!" he said in a tone that was not to be disputed.
Red headed Jane sighed and reluctantly undid her tight denims and with a few wiggles of her shapely hips eased them down to her knees .
Clint was right , the tiny black thong she wore underneath was going to offer no protection from the strap.
Her brunette sister looked warily at her before reaching for her own belt and , with a few hip rotations slid them down , pausing when they revealed her little pink undies , and looking up at Clint.
"All the way down Susan!" Clint warned with a wagging finger , and the jeans made the full journey to her knees.
After exchanging sympathetic glances , the two sisters placed themselves , bottom up over the same box that many a greenhorn had laid over and awaited their fate.
"How many licks Clint?" Susan asked hopefully.
"As many as it takes to get some sense into you !" came the vague reply.
As it turned out , Clint decided that 25 licks on those delicate , jiggling female cheeks was more than enough to teach them a lesson.
He had never heard so much squealing and yelping as the strap turned those cute female posteriors into a blazing red.
With tears welling in their eyes , the ladies offered Clint their apologies before wincing and squirming as they tried to slide their tender , swollen derrieres back into their tight jeans for the humiliating journey back to the ranch house.
These two cowgirls would not be riding again for the next little while !
.jpeg)
.jpeg)
