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Sunday, October 20, 2013

Saturday Night in Dustville - part 1 of 3 - FM Western Spanking Story



Here' s another story for you fans of old west spanking !
Its pretty long so I've split it into 3 parts ...so hang in there.
In the first chapter the ladies of our little western town turn the tables on their men folk !



 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 END ? ABSOLUTELY NOT !!!



































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Big John - MF Western Spanking Story

I like nothing better than a good Western...especially if it features a feisty filly having her bottom spanked. Here is one of my early attempts at a western spanking story based on those old movies.

Just a warning that the story does 'heat up' and there is a lot more than spanking !



                               A Western Spanking Story :    BIG JOHN


"This meeting is closed gentlemen!" Beth announced banging her gavel
on the table.

The men around the table mumbled under their breath but none of them
had the courage to stand up to Mayor McClelland.






Beth had just started her 3rd term as Mayor of the developing
western town of Dochart with another landslide victory so she had
the political experience and determination to follow through on her
election promises and was proud of it.

For the late 1800's in the still "wild west" it was a rarity to see
a women with so much control over the town.

Beth had come to the town 20 years ago to open and teach at the
local school.

Her education, planning and oratory skills from teaching served her
well in prospering in the community and developing her political
skills.

She now owned the local newspaper and had a number of other business
interests which provided her with more than enough income to suit
her lavish tastes.

By her own admission Beth had always loved the finer things in life.

She bought only the finest clothes, lived in a huge mansion
overlooking the town and had her own staff to serve her every whim.

The only aspect of Beth's life that was disappointing was her love
life.

She had endured two brief marriages to men who really were not up to
the challenge Beth provided.

Deep down she longed to have a "real man" in her life.

She looked much younger that her 41 years with stunning looks, a
mane of long red hair and a tall willowy figure.

The years had added some curves to her already shapely figure, but
in all the right places.

As a result Beth had many suitors but none yet had provided the
spark to ignite the passion inside her.

**************************************

"Excuse me Madam Mayor.
Could I have a word?" the deep male voice called out.

Beth peered over her eyeglasses and looked up from the papers she
was studying at her huge desk in the Mayor's office.

In front of her stood a man she had never seen before who was
swatting the dust from his clothes with his hat.

The dust flew everywhere and irritated Beth.
"Do you have to do that?....a
nd how did you get in here Sir without an appointment?" she barked.

It was only then that she had a good look at the male figure before
her and inwardly felt a sexual charge .

The man was tall with broad shoulders and chiseled good looks.
His hair was dark and tousled with shades of gray on the side and
his complexion well tanned from spending much time outside.

"Sorry Ma'am.
Just came from my ranch and picked up quite a bit of dust from the
road on my ride here.
Your secretary was busy so I figured it was ok to come in – I am a taxpayer after all " he explained.

"My name is John Dillon," he added pushing out a hand to Beth.

Beth's brow wrinkled and she looked at the dirty hand making it clear she was not going to reciprocate.

"So you're a taxpayer are you? 
Then you must be the man who bought the old Corbett place," Beth concluded rudely.

"That's correct Ma'am.
And if you recall it was because of the high taxes you keep imposing on us Ranchers that those old folks had to sell the place.
Now at yesterday's council meeting you ploughed through another tax increase that will make it even tougher for us" Dillon said firmly withdrawing his hand.

Beth bristled.

"How dare you burst into my office like this unannounced, spewing grime all over the place and addressing me in that manner!" she lectured.

John held his ground and put his hands on his hips.

"Excuse me Madam Mayor but this is a democracy not a dictatorship.
I was at the meeting last night and watched you railroad that tax increase through Council without even considering the concerns of the people involved.
You won't be paying the tax on your fancy house up on the hill but us hard-working ranchers will!" he replied feistily , turning on his heels and storming out of the office.

Beth's face was flushed with anger but her whole body surged with excitement from her tangle with this handsome Cowboy , something she had not experienced in a long time.

"I'm sorry Miss McClelland I should have stopped him but he was just so…. nice and charming …." Said Beth's young secretary Mary , peeking nervously into the Mayor's huge office.
 

Beth glared at her angrily.
"Don't let it happen again Mary" she scolded.
"Bring me the file on John Dillon please Mary" she added.

Beth always had her Sheriff do a background check on all new residents to the town . 
She wanted to find out more about this John Dillon.

*************************************************

John looked took a break from his woodcutting to study the cloud of dust in the distance that was getting closer to his ranch.

Stripped to the waist, and sweat beading from his rippling muscled torso he wondered who would be paying him a visit on a Saturday morning.

"Probably old Willie from town returning those tools I loaned him "he thought to himself picking up the axe to continue chopping.

When the buggy came closer he was surprised to see it was driven by
none other than Mayor McClelland.

She cut quite the sight with he red hair pinned up, a checkered
shirt, well-cut jeans and cowboy boots , her red hair tied up in a
pony tail.

Beth pulled hard on the reins bringing the horses to a noisy halt at the front of the ranch house.

John grabbed his shirt and went over to greet his visitor.


Beth lustily eyed this fine figure of a man,stripped to the waist .

John quickly pulled on his shirt and held out a hand to help the lady from the buggy.

This time Beth accepted his hand and stepped down.

Beth was tall but John still stood head and shoulders above her and he looked so confident and powerful as she stared up at him.

"I was thinking about what you said in my office this week Mr.
Dillon and thought it best we talk about it in a less ....formal setting" she said.

John looked at her with a broad, friendly smile and excused his rough appearance.
"You can call me John," he said beckoning her inside the house.

Beth smiled back " I believe you're usually referred to as `Big John'..... " she said impishly , using   the information she had read in John's file.
".....I assume its because you're so tall?"

John looked surprised and blushed " Uh…er…no its not …..but that's a good guess" he replied.

"Then why..... ?……" Beth started , but John cut her off.

"I'm sure you didn't come all the way out here to talk about my nickname Madam Mayor…," he said.

Beth was taken aback by John's forward manner.

"Well…no.....and you can call me Beth " she said.

************************************************************

The ranch house was spacious with a clear masculine theme.

No flowers or fancy furniture as in Beth's mansion, just plain
practical furnishings most of which John made himself.

Beth sat at the wooden table while John tucked in his shirt and made
some coffee.

Beth explained her reasons for the high taxes in town and an animated and loud debate commenced.
John was no dumb cowboy.
He was intelligent, well informed and spoke eloquently.

For the first time in her life Beth was having a real discussion with a man
who was up to the task and she thoroughly enjoying it.
Although the debate was heated at times it remained civil.

Time passed quickly until Beth noticed the clock on the wall.

"Oh my…..its going to be dark soon….I'd best be going...." Beth squealed.

"Wouldn't be good to have a woman ride back alone after dark....why don't you stay for supper and I'll drive you home afterwards Beth?" John offered.

Beth was hoping John would make such an offer and gladly accepted.

"If you don't mind I'll step outside for a wash Beth.
I'm pretty sweaty and dusty from all the chores and wood chopping.….. uh…er…. my shower is outside by the water pump so would you mind not looking out the window?' Wouldn't want you to see anything that would offend your modesty" John asked blushing attractively.

Beth smiled with satisfaction and pictured John's firm, naked body showering outside.

"Of course not......I promise not to peek .", " she replied , mischievously putting a hand on her heart.

As John showered , Beth nosily surveyed the house , tutting when she noticed the dust on the furniture and various items scattered untidily around.
"This place could really use a darn good cleaning," she said to herself.

Her gaze went to the window when she thought again about John showering.
Her heart fluttered like a schoolgirl and a surge of sensuality filled her veins for the first time in years.
Her curiousity was out of control.
"One quick peek wouldn't hurt…" she convinced herself.

Stealthily she made her way to the window , carefully easing back the curtain to sneak a peek at John.

She was not disappointed at the sight of this gorgeous male body standing nude only yards from her.
Water poured from the makeshift shower over his face , down his broad shoulders, taut stomach and firm , muscular buttocks.
His upper body was tanned and there was a clear line at his waist below which his skin was a milky white shade covered in dark hair.

Her mouth went dry and she wished she were one of those droplets of water exploring John's body.

Then it happened.

John turned around unexpectedly to turn off the shower giving Beth a full frontal view !

She quickly discovered why he was nicknamed "Big John"!

Beth let out an involuntarily squeal at the sight of John's huge thick penis and her coffee mug dropped from her hand and crashed on the floor.

Hearing the noise John looked over just in time to see Beth's head pulling away
from the window.

He quickly grabbed a towel to cover himself while i
nside , Beth frantically cleaned up the broken coffee mug praying that John had not seen her.
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Beth had just finished dumping the remnants of the cup when the door
swung open and a fully clothed John strode in.

Guilt was written all over Beth's face when she spun around to face John and she backed into the wall behind her blocking any escape.

The look on John's face defied description and he marched determinedly over to Beth , stopping in front of her with arms folded and a foot tapping.
"You promised me you wouldn't look!" he said with an icy glare in his eyes.

The strong confident Beth was gone now and she felt like a frightened schoolgirl caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
She opened her mouth to speak but could only mumble a pathetic "Ssorry John"

John rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.

"Wha…whaaat are you going to do?" Beth stuttered.

"Something I should have done when you were rude to me at your office this week! John announced.

Beth's eyes darted wildly around the house looking for a way out.

"You've been running the roost in this town for way too long Miss McClelland.

Its time you got the comeuppance you need .......and what you need is a good spanking!" John announced grabbing Beth's wrist and dragging her behind him like a rag doll , striding purposefully over to the leather sofa.

John sat down ,easily flipping Beth face down over his lap.

Beth kicked and pounded her fists as fiercely as she could but to no effect.

John adjusted Beth's position on his lap to raise the seat of her jeans higher and her face almost kissed the floor.

Her long red pony tail whipped back and forth when she struggled vainly.

John swung a strong leg over Beth's calves to stop her from kicking and 
Beth felt the material on the seat of her jeans tighten when she bent over even more.

Her bottom raised high in the air , she had never felt so vulnerable.

Then she heard a loud crack and at the same time felt a sharp sting in her right buttock when John's hard palm landed.

She bucked and squealed just in time for another crack and felt a sting in her other cheek.

Determinedly John continued to raise his palm high and bring it down
hard on the seat of Beth's tight jeans.



Soon Beth's cries of outrage changed to pleas for mercy with the toll of the spanks mounting on her stinging rear.

John picked up the pace now, not spanking as hard but more briskly.

Beth squealed and struggled - her bottom felt like it was on fire.

Finally John delivered a trio of really hard swats to finish and hoisted Beth to her feet , holding her by the arms in front of him.

Beth's immediate concern was to sooth the burning in her bottom and she rubbed the area furiously with both palms , her face grimacing.

John's steely blue eyes stared at Beth until she looked up at him and stared back.

She wanted to slap him.
But for some reason she wanted him to kiss her and her lips opened and move closer to his.

John pulled Beth close and their lips locked in a passionate embrace.
Beth didn't want it to stop but had to come up for air.

They looked at each other in silence both panting and out of breath.
"You needed that." John whispered.

"I know....thanks John!" Beth cooed back burying her head in John's broad chest
"Don't be so thankful....next time you won't have the protection of those jeans, " John
warned her.

"You wouldn't dare John Dillon!" she responded.

Beth's heart pounded at the comment .

She knew this was a man who meant what he said.

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The next morning at church Beth and John sat at opposite sides but
could not help glancing at each other throughout the service.

Afterwards the Parishioners mingled and chatted outside and Beth was the centre of attention , looking stunning in her long blue dress and matching bonnet.

John stood at the edge of the crowd looking at Beth and they exchanged glances lustily.

Beth's bottom still stung a little from the spanking and she instinctively put a hand on the back of her dress to touch the tender area and send a signal to John.

He chuckled.

She still could still not get the sight of John's naked body out of her mind.

Just looking at John made her heart race.

She managed to extract herself from the crowd and amble over to him.

"Hello `Big' John!" she mouthed cheekily.
John was not amused.

"I should have given you that spanking with your pants down!" John growled.

Beth smiled at John " I dare you !" she challenged ,returning to her entourage.
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"Pour me a bath Millie…. And lunch better be ready…. I'm hungry " Beth ordered striding into her mansion tossing her bonnet and shawl on the floor.

Millie the maid scrambled behind her picking up the items."Missy…. there's a…."

Beth silenced her maid abruptly with a wagging finger and went up stairs to prepare for her bath.

Unknown to her John had been waiting in the parlor.

"Sorry Mr. Dillon.She don't listen to me sometimes.You can see her after her bath" Millie explained.
John's face lit up.

"Bath you say Millie? 
Which room is Miss McClelland’s?" he asked.

Millie blurted out the directions and watched with mouth agape when John marched past
her to the stairs.

Beth sat at her dressing table wearing a white lace bodice cut low at front and back and matching knee high pantaloons.

Her long red hair hung over her shoulders and she brushed it carefully as she looked aimlessly in the mirror.

A look of shock covered her face when she saw John's reflection appear in the mirror.

She spun around in her seat.

"How did you get in here?" she asked.

John did not answer , closing the bedroom door and taking off his jacket.

Beth's mouth opened wide when she saw the familiar sight of John rolling up his sleeves.

"That spanking I gave you last night was just a little warm up Beth.....i
t looks like you
are more conveniently dressed this time...and I may even use that hairbrush!" John said  walking closer to Beth.

"Now…now John…..what I said today…..it was just a joke…. a little tease.." she babbled looking up at John.

"It was very rude, inappropriate and outside church! Really Beth!"
John replied taking Beth's wrist and hauling her to her feet.

Putting one foot on the stool Beth had been sitting on John spun her around , bending her over his thick outstretched thigh.

Beth dangled over the perch, her legs off the ground and kicking while John held her in place with a hand in the small of her back.

He picked up the hairbrush and eyed his target.

The material of Beth's fancy lace bloomers was thin and almost transparent as it stretched tight against her two shapely globes.

Beth let out a most unladylike "YAAAAWW!" as the back of the brush whacked against her delicate sit spot.

John delivered two more whacks to the same spot and Beth howled loudly.

"GAAAAH……. THAT BURNS…..STOPPIT THAT BURNS" she bawled.
John paused for a moment.

"By the time I'm done with you this time Beth McClelland your bottom will be so sore you won't be able to sit down for a week!" he told her.

"AWWW No" Beth whined.

`WHAP!' `THWAP!' 
`WHAP!' `THWAP!'

"Yeow!" "OOOW!"  
"OOOOOO!"

Beth squealed as the hairbrush tattooed her scantily clad rear.

Millie and the rest of Beth's staff were huddled at the bottom of the stairs listening to every sound of their Mistress getting a well earned paddling.

"Boy is he giving it to her but good!" the cook said excitedly.

"Give her one for me Mr. Dillon!" Millie cried out applauding loudly.

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By the time her sound dose of the hairbrush concluded Beth was in a sorry state.
Tears were streaming down her face and she was bawling like a baby.

She was still howling and crying when John hauled her to her feet.
Beth tried to put her hands to sooth the burning in her rear but John slapped them away and led her by the wrists to a corner of the room.

Holding her arms over her head , he guided her into the corner placing her hands on top of her head.

"Keep your hands there and stay there until I tell you to move" he ordered.

"Aw John…my bottom is on fire…..please can't I rub ?…" Beth pleaded.
John's response was to place his fingers in the waistband of her pantaloons and ease them over her shapely hips to rest at her knees revealing a very red , warm and glowing posterior.

"PLEASE NO JOHN!" Beth squealed indignantly but did not dare to move.

John sat by the dresser proudly watching the strong, powerful woman he had just tamed sniffling in the corner , her spanked bare bottom on display.

Obediently Beth remained in place ,her two red globes lighting up the corner until she felt John's caring hands on her shoulders.
He turned her around and she melted into his arms.

Beth looked up at John and he brushed his fingers across her face.
They were silent and kissed and held each other tightly.

She undid the buttons on her bodice and John's eyes opened wide when her firm breasts spilled out.

Beth winced when John cupped her breast with one hand and used the other to grasp
her burning ass cheeks.

"It time you were formally introduced to Big John " he said grinding himself against her.

Beth gasped with excitement , frantically undoing the belt on John's pants and yanking them to the floor.

John helped her , fumbling with his long-johns as she searched for the hidden treasure inside.

"OHMIGOSH!" she exclaimed upon unveiling John's oversized erection.
"Big John is going to be a busy boy tonight !" she exclaimed excitedly,
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Beth 
called the Council meeting to order , squirming on her seat .
Her bottom was very tender from the spanking she received the previous day although the extra petticoats she wore under her dress did provide a makeshift cushion to make sitting more bearable.
The meeting would be a short one anyway as she doubted any of the Council members would object to her proposal to reduce taxes.

"This tax reduction is long overdue as we have been spending on the backs of hard working ranchers for too long!" Beth declared.
The Councilors could hardly believe what they were hearing and applauded loudly when Beth banged her gavel on the table to end the meeting.

Beth shifted and shuffled her bottom on the hard wooden seat of her buggy during the short ride home to her mansion.

"Darn that hairbrush !" she seethed to herself.
She immediately wet to her bedroom to undress and with a loud sigh of relief she wiggled her hips to step out of her pantaloons.

"Aaaaaah" she sighed feeling the cool night breeze from the open window brush against her hot bare bottom.

Wearing only her camisole she stood in front of the full-length mirror to inspect the damage to her rear end.
"OOOOOOOO......" she moaned carefully placing a palm on one of her sore cheeks.

Her skin was hot to the touch.

John had certainly done a thorough job on her bottom with thehairbrush.

Beth's bottom was still  red with visible oval blotches on her "sit spot" where the back of the brush had landed repeatedly.

She still felt a thrill run through her veins when she recalled the memorable lovemaking session she had with `Big John' after her spanking and she longed for more.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Excuse me Missy but Mr. Dillon is hear to see you" Millie called out.

Beth's heart raced like a schoolgirl and she pulled on a dressing gown to go downstairs to meet John in the parlor, trying desperately not to look too excited.

"I heard about the tax reduction and was going to invite you out to dinner but I guess it's too late?" John said as he saw Beth in her gown.

"John Dillon you know very well I can't sit down so dinner is out of the question " Beth replied with a hint of a smile pushing herself against John's strong chest.

Unable to control the fire inside her she pressed her lips against John's and kissed him.

John grunted when Beth placed a hand on his crotch in search of `Big John'.

Letting her robe slip over her shoulders and onto the floor she helped John undo his pants.

When `Big John' was released Beth dropped to her knees and she hungrily caressed him with her lips and hands.

Joan clenched his fists and moaned as Beth went to work on `Big John'.

"AAAAAWWWGHH" Beth let out a guttural holler spreading her legs wide to allow `Big John' to slide inside her.

The missionary position was not favored by Beth due to her sore bottom so she had opted to receive her guest from behind while bending over the sofa .

Her two ruby red globes were thrust out in anticipation as John stood behind her controlling Big John like a puppet-master , thrusting him in and out.

Beth's uncontrollably loud howls of passion drew the attention of Millie and the rest of the staff who again listened with ears pressed against the locked parlor door.

"Mister Dillon is giving it to her good again – but this time it sure ain't a spankin'" Millie giggled.

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John's courtship of Beth continued for a few months until she accepted his wedding proposal.

Along the way the most powerful woman in the county still ruled the council room but had regular trips across her Fiancé's lap to keep her in line.

Beth's skirts and petticoats would be hoisted and he seat of her fancy pantaloons was tanned with John's hard hand or o
n occasion the dreaded hairbrush .

As a result , Beth presided at many a Council or Board meeting while sitting on a
sore, red bottom.

She readily accepted John's marriage proposal , content to finally have a man
in her life she could truly respect and love.

They agreed to sell her mansion and live at John's ranch.

John did give Beth a warning of one thing that would change after they were married.

"Once we are husband and wife you will be spanked on your bare bottom my dear " he declared.

Beth's mouth went dry.

She could hardly wait.