Frontier Hospitality by Lancelot Knight, D/s Spanking
This sassy wife gets hers for
being a bratty wife, when a non-nonsense gambler shows up on
their farm.
Copyright (c)
2005 by Lancelot Knight, all rights reserved, not for sale
In a
way, Brad couldn’t blame Sarah for being out of sorts all the
time. After all, he had brought her to this forlorn prairie in
the Dakota Territory. Sarah was used to a pampered life in the
busy city of Chicago, with its dances and restaurants and
vaguely artsy parties. To make matters worse, her father had
doted on her, fulfilling her every wish.
Now
here she was in the middle of nowhere with no one to talk to but
him, having to work like she never had before, keeping their
little house clean, washing dishes, preparing dinners. These
were not things Sarah was used to doing. She had had maids and
cooks and servants for that sort of thing.
But
Bradford Lee had been an ardent lover, and in a whirlwind
romance they had wedded after knowing each other for only a few
weeks.
Sarah’s
father had said to the young bride, “I hope you know what you’re
doing.”
Sarah
had laughed, not having the faintest notion what she was getting
into, but certainly used to getting her way. She said, “Don’t
worry, Dad. It’ll be just fine.”
“I’ll
visit you,” he said. “And of course you will always have a home
with us, should things . . . not work out and you want to return
home.”
“I
know, Dad,” she replied, and she gave him a kiss on the cheek,
before boarding the train to Minneapolis, then Fargo.
She was
astonished at how enormous the golden prairie was, how desolate,
and how utterly empty. With a buckboard, Brad had taken her and
her impractical four trunks out to his homestead. Getting down,
she looked with dismay at the tiny house they would call home.
It consisted of basically two rooms: a bedroom and another room
that would do for living room and kitchen. Her bedroom in
Chicago was bigger than this whole house!
“Come
next spring, after the crops are in, I’ll build another house
twice as big,” Brad said proudly. “There are some trees down by
the James River that will do just fine. They’re ready for the
cuttin’ and planin’.”
“But
that is almost nine months away,” Sarah wailed.
“We’ll
make do until then,” Bard replied. “Besides, I don’t mind the
close quarters if it is with you,” he murmured with a smile,
putting his arms around her waist and giving her a long kiss, to
which she responded immediately, feeling her nipples stir and
tighten as she pressed against his powerful chest.
So they
had lived in the tiny house for six months now. Gradually,
though, Sarah’s voice had grown more shrill and whining. She
didn’t make requests any longer, she made demands. Brad,
recognizing that her background hadn’t given her the temperament
of a farmer’s wife, was always willing to bend to her will He
tried to fulfill her wishes, but he discovered the more he
fulfilled, the greater became her demands.
The
weather turned colder, and snow fell, which meant that Sarah had
to stay around the homestead more and was kept indoors longer,
which made her more irritable than ever.
There
were several inches of snow on the ground when the stranger came
riding into their homestead, one bitter gray afternoon. Snow
was spitting out a sullen sky. Brad saw him coming and went out
onto the porch. From inside, Sarah watched their breath billow
in the frosty air.
“How
far is to Fargo?” the stranger asked.
“It is
nearly 25 miles,” Brad replied. “Too far to make it by
tonight. Besides, it looks like a real storm is brewing. Let’s
put your horse in the barn. You can stay with us.”
“Much
obliged,” the stranger said with a tip of his black hat.
Sarah’s
husband led the stranger and his horse into the barn. A few
minutes later they emerged, running towards the house through
the snow that fell harder and harder.
Once
inside the door, the stranger stamped his boots and shook out
his heavy coat, taking off his hat.
“Don’t
get wet all over the place,” she snapped.
Sarah
noticed there was something about him that made him seem to fill
the room. He was dressed all in black, the typical sign of a
gambler, and he carried the gun with casual ease and a hint of
elegance.
When he
looked at Sarah, she could see his eyes were smoky, black with
an opaque curtain. His hard, ruthless gaze made her suddenly
feel intimidated. Instinctively, she felt here was a man who
took what he wanted without so much as a thank you or please.
Instinctively, Sarah knew she couldn’t rule him as she had Brad
and her father. She felt not as if his eyes were undressing
her, but rather as if he could see her completely naked
already. Sarah blushed. She felt herself moisten, and her
nipples tingle. Could the men, she wondered, detect her arousal
in the small house? For some reason that made her arousal even
higher. She clutched at the collar of her blouse at her throat
nervously, trying to shake the feeling off. She was acting like
a mare ready for any stallion to mount, she admonished herself.
Sarah’s
husband came in right behind, stamping his boots. “Mr. Logan is
going to stay the night, Sarah.”
Sarah
grumbled, “There’s hardly room enough for the two of us.”
Logan
said, “It was gracious of your husband to invite me into your
home. But if you’d rather—”
He let
the phrase hang in the air, as if daring Sarah to banish him to
the barn. Sarah was chagrined that this gambler showed better
manners than she did, and she from the upper class of Chicago.
She
mumbled something about there being enough to go around . . .
barely . . . and left it at that.
As they
ate a quiet dinner, the snowfall became a full-fledge storm.
The wind shook the house and rattled the windows. Sipping
coffee laced with spirits that Logan had provided, the two men
talked for a little while, while Sarah did up the dishes. Then
they turned in. Logan had a bedroll that he said would do him
just fine by the stove.
As soon
as Brad had closed the door to the bedroom, Sarah immediately
berated him.
“How
dare you invite a stranger into our house!”
“Sarah,
what was I supposed to do? I could hardly let him freeze.”
“You
could have told him the barn was good enough for him.”
“Sarah,
we’re in the middle of a storm, and he is our guest. And will
you keep you voice down!?”
Suddenly she heard Logan’s voice through the thin wall. “I
agree with your husband, Mrs. Lee. Hospitality is the first
rule of the frontier. If you don’t stop acting like a spoiled
child, I am going to take you over my knee and give you a good
spanking for acting like a child.”
“You
wouldn’t dare!” Sarah exclaimed.
“Don’t
try my patience, Mrs. Lee.”
The
walls were so thin that it was almost like Logan were in the
bedroom with them. Sarah quickly dropped her nightgown over her
head, to disguise the way his voice had of arousing her. Why
was the idea of a spanking so arousing to her? she wondered. No
one had ever dared thwart her wishes, however irrational or
trivial. Her female cleft was actually damp with the image of
being over his knee. Then she thought of her revenge.
Brad
blew out the lantern and slid into bed with Sarah. She
immediately started to kiss her husband, deeply and
passionately.
“What
are you doing?” he whispered.
“I want
you,” she whispered hotly, urgently, pressing her generous
breasts against his chest. She slipped out of her nightgown and
guided his hands to her breasts. She gasped when he massaged
them, squeezing them hard, almost mauling them. Most of the
time Brad was as gentle as a lamb, but this evening he was
forceful. He bit her neck as he pinched her tits, twisting the
nipples cruelly.
Sarah
let out a whimper, loud and erotic. Brad smashed his mouth on
hers, muffling her sighs and whimpers. Brad mounted her,
pushing her thighs open.
“Yes,
yes!” Sarah sobbed loudly, as Brad’s thick cock penetrated her
pussy.
She
wrapped her slender thighs around his waist, holding him tightly
in her velvety sheath, flexing her womanly muscles down there.
She felt her husband’s cock spasm, then spray her
pussy with his lusty juices.
Sarah cried out.
She
fell back on the bed, panting, but oddly unfulfilled. Then in
the distance, in the house quiet within, but with a howling wind
outside, she heard Logan laughter. It wasn’t brazen or loud,
just a soft dark chuckle. Sarah’s face went hot. She knew that
he had caught her. That she had been acting, and not only that,
but acting for his benefit, and he knew it
Angrily, Sarah rolled over onto her belly. She almost felt like
crying with embarrassment. She had meant to make the dark
stranger envious of what her husband had, envious of her
wantonness. Instead, she felt like a child who had been caught
stealing a cookie.
The
next morning the storm showed no signs of abating. Sarah
realized that she would be cooped up with that insufferable
Logan yet one more day.
Every time he glanced at her, she felt he was thinking of the
night before. She had meant to torment him with her body, with
fantasies of what would never bee his, but the reverse had
happened. It was she being tormented, she who was on fire with
desire. With each glance, she felt him accessing her body,
deciding what he wanted to do with her if he had his way.
Thankfully, her husband was there to stop it, or who knows what
would have happened. Logan would probably have stripped her and
had her on her back before she knew what was happening,
whimpering like a bitch in heat!
At the
thought of it, she felt her nipples tighten in response. What
was this dark stranger doing to her? It was as if the
imaginings of his mind were calling up her most primitive
instincts. She wondered if he could be Satan himself. Maude
Kittleson, the neighbor’s wife, once told Sarah that the devil
rode the prairies, dressed in black. That some nights she had
an awful time quieting her carnal desires. What were they—those
dark thoughts? Sarah had wondered at the time. Now she knew.
Confused and surly, Sarah took it out on her husband and on
Logan whenever she could; angry for no reason whatsoever; gruff,
short, churlish, she snapped at them throughout the morning.
Nothing was good enough, nothing would suit her. Finally, about
noon, Logan snapped.
“Mrs.
Lee, I’ve warned you. If you can’t act in a civilized manner
towards your husband and me, you will only have yourself to
blame.”
“And
what is that supposed to mean?” she flared.
“Act
like a child and I will treat you like one, whether your husband
approves our not.”
Brad
suddenly spoke up, tight-lipped. “Oh, I approve, all right.”
“What
two strong brave men to threaten a little lady.”
“You’re
not little,” he glanced at her breasts with something of a
smirk, “and you’re surely not a lady.”
“Why,
how dare you!” she exclaimed.
She had
been standing near the gambler, and she rushed at him, pounding
his chest. He grabbed her arms, then pinned her wrists behind
her. She was panting, but he merely laughed, showing no
exertion whatsoever. Against his chest, as he loomed over her,
Sarah suddenly realized how big he was, towering over her.
“Would
you mind, Mr. Lee, if I taught this ‘little lady” a lesson?”
“Seems
like she has been asking for it for sometime,” Brad admitted.
“Aren’t
you going to protect me?” Sarah demanded of her husband.
“The
only protection you need,” he replied, “is from your own
pampered self. Sarah, you’ve been wanting this for quite some
time.”
“Go
ahead, Logan. Let’s see if you can knock some sense into that
spoiled head of hers.”
“Glad
to oblige you, Mr. Lee.”
Somewhere in the recesses of her unnerved mind, Sarah thought it
odd that her husband referred to the stranger as Logan, but
Logan called her husband Mr. Lee, as if he respected him despite
the fact that her husband was doing nothing to protect her.
Sarah
screeched and kicked, but
Logan was of such strength
that he didn’t notice. He carried her over to a work bench that
Brad used and sat down. As he sat, he shoved the young wife,
unceremoniously, tit-down on the bench. She lay across
Logan’s lap. She could
feel her pussy dampening at the manhandling, so she lifted her
hips slightly, only to realize that her butt was now sticking up
in the air, providing an attractive target.
Sarah
continued to flail and fight, but it was no use against Logan
obviously superior strength.
With
his left hand Logan held her down. She tried to bite his hand,
but couldn’t get to it. Logan laughed and shoved her long skirt
up so it covered her head. Her undergarment was of cotton. She
was sure both Brad and Logan could see the damp spot at her
cleft, and she was glad her hot red face was covered by her
skirt.
Logan
yanked her undergarment down, though Sarah wriggled and
struggled, screeching. She felt the cool air on her thighs and
on her buttocks. A strange man was looking at her ass, and her
husband was just watching.
She
felt his palm on her butt. She had expected it to be rough and
calloused, like a farmer’s. On the contrary, his hand was
smooth, the nails manicured, the hands, she supposed, of a
gambler. He caressed the two inviting, quivering, rounded, pale
globes. Pushing her thighs open, he felt her womanhood.
“I’ll
be damned, Mr. Lee, but I could swear she was enjoying this.”
Brad’s
voice was a little husky. “I would have to agree with you,
Logan. That lovely mound looks positively wet to me.
Dew
drops of arousal flickered in her pussy hair.
But
Sarah’s punishment had just begun. Humiliation at the hands of
the stranger was just the start. He raised his hand, and
although it was a smooth palm, Logan brought it down with a
tremendous force. Sarah howled in response. She’d never felt
anything that powerful before. He raised his hand, and Sarah
tensed. Then he brought it down a second time with even more
force. Sarah’s struggles were weakening. Tears sprung up in
her eyes. She tried to gather her skirt and pull it down. But
Logan was having none of it.
“Keep
your head covered. When we want to use your face, we will,” he
ordered her.
It just
kept getting worse and worse, Sarah thought with despair. She
was just a piece of meat, an ass and a cunt for these men to
gloat over. She wasn’t even a person any longer.
But the
humiliation was the least of her pain. Her buttocks were on
fire as Logan rained blow after blow on them. In her struggles,
sometimes he would miss her ass and strike the upper part of her
thighs. Sarah wasn’t sure if he was doing that on purpose.
Because when he went a bit lower he was on the back edge of her
plump pussy lips and that inflamed her desire even more.
Sarah
was weeping now. Not so much from the pain as from the fact
that they could easily see her arousal. She couldn’t hide it
from the two men. Her pussy was crying out for a cock to stuff
into it, and she couldn’t have denied it to them.
Her
butt was on fire. She was sure it glowed red, but still the
stranger continued. She weakened. She couldn’t even howl any
more. She was hoarse and out of breath. Still, he continued
the spanking. She undulated her hips, and she wasn’t at all
sure if it was to get away from the relentless blows on her ass
or was telling of a need that coursed through her body, deep in
her core.
She
couldn’t deny it any longer. She wanted this powerful dark man
to take her and use her helpless body until she was satiated.
Logan
dipped a middle finger into her pussy. It slid in easy. He
finger fucked her with a gentleness that at once surprised her
and also aroused her.
From
across the room, she heard Brad’s voice. “The bedroom’s in
there if you care to use it.”
“Think
I will, at that.”
Her
will flared up for one last time. “You bastards!” she spit out.
Logan
dumped her on the floor, unceremoniously.
“Crawl,” he told her.
“Go to
hell!”
He
swatted her butt again, another stinging blow. “Crawl to the
bedroom”
This
time she did as she was told.
When
they were in the room,
Logan said, “Climb up on
the bed.
She did
as she was told.
“Now
put your dress over your head. “We’d rather see your honest
cunt than your rebellious face.”
Sarah
pulled up the dress, covering her face. Just the lower half of
her luscious well-endowed body was revealed.
“You’re
a lucky man, Mr. Lee.”
“Most
of the time, I agree with you,’ he replied.
That’s
a lovely little pussy, she’s got.”
Sarah’s
face burned with the humiliation.
The two
men came over by the bed. She couldn’t see, but she could tell
that they stood on either side the bed, gazing at her feminine
charms.
She
heard sounds of them taking off their clothes. Then the bed
creaked as two male bodies lay on either side of her. She could
smell their masculinity. It overwhelmed what small resistance
remained.
Hands
from each side touched and caress her legs, massaged her ass
cheeks, caressed her wet and wanton pussy. One hand flickered
over her clitoris, while the other penetrated her sheath. Then
another hand would caress her anus, while another squeezed her
ass.
Brad
spoke first. “You are a guest in my house. I insist on you
going first.”
“Mighty
obliged to you,” said
Logan. And even though
her face was still covered, she could detect a smirk in his
voice.
The
stranger pushed her legs open. He didn’t have to use much
force. In fact, he almost detected that she willingly parted
her thighs. She knew she had no say in the matter, so why not
just allow it to happen? But in the recesses of Sarah’s mind
she knew she was lying to herself. She was not a passive
actress in this play. She wanted this to happen. She wanted to
be completely controlled. Maybe in a way she was tired of
herself, of the way she had been acting for years. Maybe, she
finally admitted it to herself, she had deserved the thrashing
she had gotten. The answer wasn’t maybe. And she felt it, as
the stranger penetrated her cunt. The answer was, “Yes,” she
hissed.
God, he
was big, she felt, rising to meet him. Her pussy was almost
smiling with delight. Still, she had some pride, and she
wouldn’t respond to this bastard, she wouldn’t let him know what
effect his rigid manhood was having on her helpless body. But
involuntarily, she felt her pussy muscles fit to his iron shaft
and begin to massage the rod.
Logan
plunged into her with powerful strokes. With a velvety groan
she felt her hips lift to match each thrust. She was panting
softly. Her heart was racing. And her ass, her ass was
tingling, sending a stream of hotness to her pussy that spilled
over in scented nectar.
She
found herself fucking him back, responding to his demanding body
with demands of her own. She was lost in a welter of emotions
and lust.
Sarah
felt the bottom of her dress being pulled away from her face.
Oh, god, they could see her biting her lower lip, see her eyes
with that lost look of lust in them. She would be completely
revealed to them.
She had
thought when the dress was pulled away that it would be Brad in
his gentleness doing it. Instead, it was Logan, and he was
grinning down at her. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he thrust
into her. The sweat dripped onto her face and with her tongue
she tasted him. He leaned down and didn’t so much kiss her as
take possession of her mouth. Her lips were soft. Sarah opened
her mouth immediately to his questing tongue. She sucked on it
as if it were another cock.
Logan
reached down, and with his two powerful hands he grasped the
neckline of her long dress and yanked it open. Sarah gasped.
Her two round pale breasts spilled into view. Her tits rose and
fell raggedly as she panted. Logan reached down and pinched her
right nipple until she cried out. Obediently, the nipple rose
and distended. Brad, her husband, sucked on her left breast,
lashing the nipple back and forth until Sarah whimpered from the
pleasure engulfing her.
The
young wife sighed. Without even realizing it, her long, slim
legs had wound around Logan’s back She had never realized that
sex could be this wonderful.
Logan
was pounding into her furiously now—a piston. The bed bounced
under her. Sweat, she noticed, beaded on her voluptuous body as
well. He rammed into her hard one last time. She felt his
cock expand and shoot into her depths a flood of sperm. She
climaxed with him, groaning, almost lifting him off the bed.
Panting, he fell to the side of her, and before Sarah could
catch her breath, her husband was between her wide-spread and
now slippery thighs. Her heart was still racing as he
penetrated her. She felt his balls nestle against her puckered
anus. A flood of Logan’s cum oozed around his shaft and
trickled down her inner thighs.
Brad
had always been a gentle and considerate lover—too gentle and
too considerate she now realized. All that was forgotten now in
his powerful surge. He put her knees over his shoulders without
asking her if that was what she wanted. It was what he
wanted. Holding her thighs, he lunged forward, taking her
relentlessly. From her massive orgasm with Logan, Sarah floated
on a cloud of erotic abandon.
“Fuck
me,” she told her husband, like any whore would say to her
client.
Beneath
her husband’s ruthless fucking, she writhed, hunching her hips,
fucking him back. Brad reached underneath her and squeezed her
ass cheeks. Sarah cried out at the exquisite torture. She
shuddered. Her body, never more responsive, flowed through a
series of mini-orgasms. She whimpered, her voice seeming
distant, in helpless desire.
Her
husband fucked her savagely until finally he exploded in her.
She came so hard, Sarah clutched the sheets, tilting her head
back and seeing stars. Finally, she collapsed beneath him. She
felt the dampness of their cream between her thighs, cooling the
fire of her butt. In the sensual aftermath, as their panting
quieted, the three of them listened to the silence, listened to
the storm raging outside.
Sarah
had never felt so satiated in her life. Logan offered her his
cock. “Clean it,” he ordered her, and the thought didn’t occur
to her to disobey him or for that matter either male.
Eagerly, she licked the pungent flavor of herself from the
semi-stiff shaft. Her pungent juices mingled with the salty
flavor of his own cum. She continued to lick and pleasure his
shaft long after it was necessary to clean him any more. Brad
watched, a look of curiosity and arousal in his eyes.
“I
trust, Mrs. Lee, that you have learned your lesson.”
“Yes,
sir, Mr. Logan.”
“Good,
because who knows how long this storm might last?”
“A good
long time, I hope,” she replied looking into his eyes, then
taking both of their hands and putting them on her moist pussy.
“You’re in no hurry, are you? After all, we have to show you
frontier hospitality.”
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