Dee’s levelling - Sex Stories

Dee’s levelling

... getting me off; I’M getting me off!’

At that moment, Dee realised she wouldn’t win, not without a little more thought and preparation, at least.

‘Right! Get those jeans back on.’

‘But Mum…Dee, er,’ Rachel was delighting in her mischievousness. ‘Um, you do realize proper spankings are on the bare?’

‘You’ll be getting a proper bare-bottomed spanking, alright, but from Farmer Henson. And I shall have the pleasure of watching.’

‘Oooh! I’m loving the ‘wait-til-yer-Dad-gets-home’ voice, not-Mum. It makes you so not like my mum. No, really!’

Dee gave a deep sigh and took her car keys from her pocket.

Rachel skipped as they went down the drive towards Dee’s car. She seemed delighted at this turn of events in a way that only heightened Dee’s trepidation. Rachel stuck her tongue out at Dee like the brat she was, giggling as she dropped into the passenger seat.

Dee retraced her journey to the woods, trying to recapture her fury in a bid to gain some control of her wayward friend. Rachel twirled her hair while beaming amused glances at Dee.

‘So youdid get Farmer Henson’s number then! Interesting!’

‘No, Rachel, I did not. Unlike you, I don't have a collection of men’s numbers scrawled on supermarket receipts.’ Dee was pleased with her disapproving tone.

‘Then how are we going to hook up with Farmer Henson? That farm’s massive!’

Dee gasped in exasperation. Distracted by Rachel’s challenging behaviour, she’d not thought through how to contact Farmer ...

... Henson beyond driving back to the woods where she’d last seen him.

‘Well. It’s obvious!’ Dee was hoping her authoritative tone would both mask her lack of a plan and give her time to concoct one.

‘Yessss. Are you going to spill the beans?’ Rachel was seeing right through Dee’s bluff.

‘Well, it’s quite simple. We’ll go to the farmhouse where I’m sure someone can tell us Farmer Henson’s whereabouts.’ Dee gave a relieved sniff at her clear-minded, if freshly minted plan.

‘Ha! That’s a genius plan. “Oh, hello, Mrs Farmer Henson. Earlier on, I was wriggling my naked ass in your husband’s face as he spanked and did god knows what to it. Now I’d like him to do the same to my friend here. Could you point me in his direction? Oh, and do you have a towel in case she has an unusually massive orgasm?!”’

Rachel convulsed into laughter at the idea. Dee shook in frustration.

‘Well, I’m obviously not going to say WHY we want to see Farmer Henson. And you’ll keep your big bloody mouth shut, too!’

‘What! With Farmer Henson’s reputation for turning local ladies over his knee, you’re seriously going to bank on Mrs Farmer Henson thinking we’re after an innocent chat!? Right. Yup! That’ll be fiiiiine!’

‘Well, it seems we won’t be needing to call at the farmhouse after all. Look up there!’ There was a hint of triumph in Dee’s voice as she gestured over the hedge to their left and up to the prow of the field they were driving alongside. Jutting above the apex was the roof of an ...