Dee’s levelling - Sex Stories

Dee’s levelling

... couldn’t see anything but didn’t want to take the chance of pausing for a proper look; besides, the faster Dee descended to the willow, the less she’d risk being seen.

Dee held her finger against the weeping fronds of the willow tree, determined to meet Farmer Henson’s specification precisely. She winced as she cut a thick, green switch; then, closing the penknife and holding the switch above her head, she returned to the barn. Approaching the prow of the hill, Dee scanned the road for life once more. There was a car disappearing in the distance, and she quickened her step to get back inside without delay. The rough concrete bit at the bare soles of her feet. But the reality of hurrying naked into the barn, hands on head like a naughty girl, bit at Dee more, to the apparent delight of Farmer Henson and Rachel.

Farmer Henson reached up and took the switch and the knife.

‘Well, I’d say that’s quite suitable. Perhaps we’re getting some obedience from you at last.’

In the periphery of her vision, Dee could see Farmer Henson peeling the switch across the knife blade and Rachel beaming with wicked satisfaction beyond. She’d have to turn her mind to getting even with Rachel. But before she could plan a punishment for Rachel’s latest outrages, she must endure her own correction.

‘Right!’ Farmer Henson sounded satisfied with his work. ‘I’ll have you back over these bales. And this time, keep those feet at shoulder width.’

Dee winced as the rush of cool air ...

... heightened the sensation of wetness between her legs. Her mind was entirely on her pussy, willing her juices to stop flowing but becoming more aroused every moment she remained vulnerable and on display.

The sound of the switch cutting harshly through the air brought Dee back into her head. She flinched, even though Farmer Henson was merely taking a practice stroke.

‘Right, given the state of your posterior, I’ll take this easy and land a good half of the strokes on the back of your thighs.’

Dee clamped her eyes shut. She was supposed to be going to the swimming baths tomorrow. Dee loved swimming, but the thought of being seen in public with switch marks on the backs of her legs horrified her. It would be a while before she made it back to the pool.

‘Now remember to count and say your thank yous!’

SWISH! SWISH!

‘One, two, Sir. Thank you, Sir.’

The first stroke landed across Dee’s tender buttocks. Though Farmer Henson was taking things lightly, it ripped at her raw flesh with a searing flick, only to return a second burning lash onto the back of her thighs in rapid succession.

Farmer Henson ran his hand up the back of Dee’s legs, straying dangerously close to her weeping cunt. Dee bit her lip at the intense waves of pain and pleasure that pulsated in her core.

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

Dee swallowed her screams to get in her count. ‘Three, four, five, Sir. Thank you, Sir.’

There was no stopping the sobs. The three strokes left the backs of Dee’s legs afire ...