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Cowgirl
Date: 12/12/2015, Categories: BDSM Author: cdod, Source: xHamster
... kissed him smack on the lips. "Whooo-eeee!" roared a gleeful Bayton. "I ain't see a gal kiss like that since I was a knee-high to a grasshopper!" "Thanks, Big Joe," winked the city girl, twirling back to her place at the wheel. She placed her palms at the top and thrust out her lambasted backside. "Who's next?" she cried defiantly. "I am," said Kenny, his voice as dry of humor as the desert. The men fell silent as he approached, fingering the bl**dy razor strop. Betsy watched Kenny over her shoulder, her dark eyes glowing. She panted heavily, her sumptuous chest swelling and collapsing with frenetic speed. Her skin gleamed with sweat, and as Kenny drew near, he noticed peculiar feminine odors he hadn't smelled often enough in his life. The smell made his mouth go dry. He wished he'd taken time for a drink. The girl was looking away now, the graceful half-moons of her buttocks arched toward him. The flesh was dark and mottled with bruises and welts. For a moment Kenny felt pity, but then he remembered the girl's arrogant smirk as she declared herself "one of the boys" and he resolved to thrash her the best he knew how. He started with the backs of her legs and worked his way up, one slow stroke at a time. The girl moaned, gasping and hissing in pain. She arched her back, wiggled her rear, and crooned. Kenny worked on her buttocks, ignoring Betsy's ...
... shuddering and shrieks. As he lifted the strop for another blow the poor girl howled, her body spasming wildly, and she thrust her hips in such a vulgar manner that the foreman had to look away. When he looked back she was sighing and panting, as though she'd run a long race. She glanced back at him, her face shining with tears, and grinned. The last dozen strokes fell, then, in a mindless ecstasy of pain. Kenny whipped mightily, the girl sang and danced prettily, and the men watched in lurid fascination. When it was over the girl did not move for a long time, but stood, body arched, legs apart, arms wide as she gripped the wheel tightly. Her head was down and she breathed deeply, deliberately, as though breathing was of profound significance. "Well done," said Kenny finally, guilt stabbing his chest each time he saw the scarlet gooey mess that was Betsy's bottom. He offered his hand. "Many's a man that wouldn't take such a whipping so gracefully," he added with genuine feeling. Betsy met his eyes, her own red with weeping. She was smiling contendedly. She shook his hand solemnly. The assembled men began to cheer wildly, and Betsy flashed them a wide grin. "I think I will like it here," she said to Kenny. "Reminds me of home." "Then welcome to the f****y," Kenny laughed, putting a friendly arm around her shoulder. "Now what say we get us some chow."