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... the muddy shirt aside, standing indifidently before the men. She glanced up at Kenny. "This brassiere's got some mud on it too," she said boldly, her blue eyes locked with his iron gray ones. Neither budged. Moving quickly, Beth Ann reached her hands to her shoulders and unfastened the tiny buckles that held the cloth in place. The campsite was as quiet as a empty grave as Beth Ann tossed the brassier aside. She stood half-naked before the men, the soft pale flesh of her bosoms graceful and delicately indecent. Each breast was tipped with a thick red areola and capped with a stiff nipple that every man watching could have sworn was poking directly at him personally. "Lordy have mercy!" yelped Bayton Bridges, oldest of the gang of men, pawing nervously at his large gray beard. Even Kenny appeared shaken, glancing awkwardly back at his men as though uncertain of his support. He quickly regained control, however, and nodded at Beth Ann to continue. She stared at him for a moment, hands on her hips, naked breasts taunting him, and then she continued. She turned her back to the men, unbuckling her belt and gradually letting her cordoroy pants slide down. They gathered indecently around her ankles, looking dull and lifeless. Beth Ann didn't move for a moment, fully aware of the dozens of eyes studying her long sleek legs and juicy thighs. Around her hips were a pair of scant pink panties, trimmed with lace, and purchased for what a typical cowhand earned with a month of grueling ...

... labor. Slowly Beth Ann stepped out of her pants and turned and faced the men. She made no move to hide her body, but kept her hands on her hips, defiant and bold. For a long while no one spoke. Then a small man with a grizzled face like a piece of dried fruit siddled up to Kenny and, cupping his hand to the other's ear, whispered. Kenny's dark and cold face began to smile as he listened, nodding. "Excellent suggestion, Leroy," he said, drawing away from the man. He smiled at the girl. "Leroy thinks that since you are already nearly undressed we might as well proceed with the 'welcomimg' ceremony you mentioned earlier." The girl's eyes narrowed as she studied the man. She spoke cautiously. "What is the welcoming procedure?" Kenny, shrugged casually, turned slightly away, as though bored by matters. "We whip you," he said. Though he appeared to be looking away, his eyes were locked on the girl, spying for a reaction, any reaction, no matter how subtle. But the girl did not seem alarmed or surprised. "So a whipping is part of the initiation?" she asked. Her voice was as strong and bold as ever. Swallowing hard, Kenny nodded. A bead of sweat appeared on his brow. "Yes. Stanley wants only tough men on his ranch. Whipping is common discipline here at the Slanted H. New men must demonstrate a willingness to accept such discipline. We must work together closely; our lives depended on each other. We must be able to trust one another. We cannot work together if we don't respect you." The ...