Dee’s levelling - Sex Stories

Dee’s levelling

... young lady, have earned another punishment on two counts. First, your foul language and belligerent tone. I won’t have that on my farm! But also for snitching. That doesn’t sit right with me, snitching on your friend. So, I’ll punish your friend, but only after I’ve punished you again. And if you can’t agree to that, I’ll thank you to leave so I can get on. I’ve lots to do.’

Rachel jiggled with silent giggles of delight as Dee’s mouth hung open in shock, twitching as though searching for something to say.

‘Will. Will she get punished more?!’ Dee gestured to Rachel while flushing with embarrassment at how childish she was now sounding.

Farmer Henson fixed Rachel with a steady gaze. ‘How many of my morels did you pinch, young lady?’

‘Twenty. It was about twenty, Farmer Henson, Sir.’ Rachel delivered her contrite good-girl act with aplomb.

‘Very well, you’ll be spanked in sets of twenty. How many sets depends upon the change I see in your attitude. But from what I can detect, I’d say ten sets or so should do it.’

‘And me, what about me?!’ Dee sounded unintentionally brattish.

‘Well, your bottom must still be smarting from my earlier work.’ Farmer Henson smiled at the memory. ‘IF you take your punishment well, I’d say just ten strokes will do it.’

Dee hated her predicament, but the twenty-to-one mathematics was compelling.

‘Very well, on that basis, I’ll take my punishment too.’

Farmer Henson looked unconvinced. ‘You’re sure now? I’ll brook no ...

... argument once we begin, understood?’

‘Understood!’ Dee sounded almost enthusiastic in trying to overturn Farmer Henson’s reticence.

‘Understood, SIR!’ Farmer Henson rehearsed on Dee’s behalf.

‘Understood, Sir!’ Dee finally felt she’d secured the punishment for Rachel she so badly wanted to see, if at some personal cost.

‘Right, you’ll go first, and we’ll be doing things properly this time. Since I’ve already warmed you up, you can take off all your clothes and fold them neatly on the bench over there. Once you’re done, you can get those hands back on that head.’

Farmer Henson was looking intently at Dee, who was furious at her fate once more. But she knew not to resist; shaking at what she saw as an injustice, Dee began to remove her boots. Rachel stood behind the farmer, beaming delightfully and stoking Dee’s silent, indignant fury.

‘Hurry up, young lady, I haven’t got all day!’

Dee consoled herself with the thought that her punishment would be over swiftly, and then she’d have plenty of fun watching Rachel squirm. She stripped naked, folding and placing her clothes neatly as instructed, then presenting herself, hands on her head, as the breeze teased her nipples into embarrassing erections.

‘Right, young lady, turn around. I’ll start by checking my work from earlier.’

Dee pulled her lips tighter than guitar strings to keep her from expressing in words the injustice and humiliation she felt. Yet, as she spun slowly, imagining the joy Rachel would be ...