Dee’s levelling - Sex Stories

Dee’s levelling

... taking in witnessing her humbling, Dee became acutely aware of how electrified she was at her submission. While she kept the lips on her face pursed to contain her emotions, the lips between her legs glistered in betrayal of her excitement.

Farmer Henson stacked two square hay bales in front of Dee.

‘Right, you bend over these so I can take a proper look at you.’

Dee, though mortified, knew better than to resist, but she clamped her legs firmly together as she stooped to comply, hoping to hide her all too obvious arousal. Farmer Henson ran his fingers over his handiwork with tender pride; then he stroked his hand down to her inner knee as the rough hay pricked Dee’s most intimate areas.

‘Now relax your legs a touch so I can examine you properly.’

Dee swallowed hard, moving her legs as little as she felt would be acceptable. She desperately wished to maintain some semblance of privacy.

‘Ooh! Farmer Henson,’ Rachel interjected, ‘it seems this young lady might beenjoying her punishment!’

Dee could hear that Rachel had stepped close behind her. How could she?!

‘Oh!’ Farmer Henson chuckled. ‘I think you might be right there! Still, ten strokes of the switch should ensure she’s taught a lesson, regardless.’

‘The switch! I did NOT agree to that.’ Dee could hold her silence no longer and rose to her feet. However, seeing Farmer Henson’s face, she immediately returned her hands to her head. She discovered that her humiliation was all the more acute for ...

... seeing her fully clothed friend standing close by and very much enjoying the scene.

‘I said strokes, not spanks! “Snitches get switches”, as my father used to say. I also made it quite clear I would brook no argument once we’d begun. So, that ten strokes will now be twelve; any more nonsense from you, and we’ll go up from there. Understood?’

‘Understood, S-, Sir.’ Seeing Farmer Henson turn away to prepare, Dee risked a quick glare of pure anger at Rachel, who parried with a wink and a pout that only whitened the heat of Dee’s fury.

Farmer Henson returned, holding a penknife in front of Dee’s nose that he tucked into the hands on her head.

‘Right, you’ll find a willow tree around the back of this barn; you’re to go and cut a nice green switch that’s at least three feet long with a base as thick as your little finger. And mind that it fits the bill! If I have to send you back to try again, you’ll get two more strokes for each repeat attempt. Understand?’

Eyes wide with astonishment, Dee could barely believe her voice as she heard herself saying, meekly: ‘Understood, Sir.’

Covering her breasts with her arms, Dee scurried out of the barn door.

‘You’re to keep those hands on your head at all times unless cutting your switch, do you hear? And don’t think I can’t see you while you’re out there!’

‘Yes, Sir.’ Dee shivered as the cool breeze teased her flesh. Her eyes darted over the prow of the hill, searching for any cars on the lane or, worse, dog walkers. She ...