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Cowgirl

... snatched the horse crop from Leroy's arms. Several of the men eyed it warily. It was in the shape of a rod, over a yard long, leather wound stiffly around the flexible core. It tapered to a narrow tip, thinner than a man's smallest finger. "This crop," growled Kenny, swishing it menacingly, "is the standard instrument of punishement at the Slanted H. The minimum is ten lashes across the bare buttocks, but it's often more. It is given by the foreman or owner for minor offenses -- excess drinking, tardiness, fighting, or poor work. We're talking a severe whipping here, no mild rebuke. I often draw bl**d." Kenny licked his lips greedily. "At any time you may choose to leave the Slanted H instead of accepting your punishment, but do not think you will work on any ranch owned by Stanley Herdass again." He laughed. "Cowards are banished from the Slanted H forever." The girl stood calmly before the man. She nodded. "That is an excellent policy." She hesitated, and Kenny's heart leaped with excitement. Was she finally showing fear? he thought greedily. But the girl was only shy. "May I see it?" she asked. She pointed at the crop, and in confusion, Kenny shrugged, handing it to her. She ran her fingers up and down the leather shaft, bending it and swinging it through the air. "A mighty fine instrument," she said finally. The men watching couldn't think of a thing to say. Kenny rudely grabbed the crop from her. "Since you are so intrigued, I shall demonstrate it for you. Grasp the ...

... wagon wheel," he said, pointing with the whip. Blushly slightly, Beth Ann walked to the wheel and stood before it. Arching her eyebrows slightly at the foreman, she spread her legs just beyond shoulder width and gripped the top of the wheel, waiting to see if he approved. He nodded gruffly, cursing the girl's calmness. She stood naked in twilight, the flicking flames sending a dancing glow across her bare haunches. Her wide buttocks were pale and supple, and already Kenny ached to see them striped by his whip. Then let's see how she acts, he thought bitterly. "I'm going to give you ten," he spat. "Just as a demonstration of what a typical punishment is like. Then we'll start your whippings." He paused, waiting for a retort, but the girl didn't speak. "You can leave any time, you know," he added. "I know," replied Beth Ann. "But I don't want to leave. I'm going to be a cowgirl." She shivered. "Come on. It's getting chilly." I'll fix that, thought Kenny, and he marched up behind the girl. He had been prepared to only scare her, but her arrogance enflamed him. Now he knew he was going to roast her ass and whip her harder than he'd ever whipped any of his men. The first blow echoed across the valley like the retort of a pistol, and several of the men watching sucked in their breath sharply. The girl wiggled her head but did not move her body. A dark crease appeared horizontally across the tops of her buttocks. It made the rest of the girl's naked flesh seem even more pale and ...