“Hey pastor…”

Hey pastor,

Hey pastor she cried,

Runnin’ up red-eyed and blotchy

After the service.

Lookit this she said,

Opening the postcard that had been folded in her purse.

Lookit what he sent.

He’s in Wyomin’ now, she said.

Settled up on a place, she said, hissing

Giving him no time to read the note.

He’s fixin’ fence, he says, runnin’ wire and is that walkin’ horses?

What’s he know bout that? She asked,

With his rickety knees and balky hips.

He’s a townie kid like me…and I never wanted to run off like that.

What’s to become of him?

Of me?

You mustn’t worry about him, little darlin’, the pastor said leanin’ close,

Allowin’ his gaze to hungrily crawl acrost her bodice.

The lord will pervide for them such as him.

You come with me lil darlin’, he said.

I can’t tell you what he was thinkin’, but

I allus thought you were a sweet little one.

Let us git you into the back…

Git some coffee in you….

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Chelsea – 6

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He was sitting on the wicker couch, feet up on a table he had made, watching the sun slip behind the workshop. He had stayed out in the shop to give them some privacy but figured a half an hour should be enough, for Chrissakes. Still, it was an hour later and he was well into his second bourbon when the women finally joined him on the porch.

Gennie was wearing an old Steeler jersey that covered her to mid-thigh and quite probably nothing else. She smiled shyly, her green eyes alight with the sunset. Chelsea followed, more chastely attired in the robe that seemed to get passed around cinched tightly at the waist. She moved directly to the couch-to what should have been Gennie’s spot- and sat gingerly beside him, comfortably leaning close.

“Will all my spankings end like that?”

“All? What kind of mayhem do you have planned?”

“You never know the trouble a girl can get into…”

He put his arm around her and squeezed lightly. “Just don’t go delinquent on us.”

Geneva, facing away leaning against the railing, heard him say ‘us’ and her breast swelled a little. The carnal warmth she had felt between her legs spread higher.

“I think I might have oversold…remember when I told you about being gay?”

“Your ‘keep your hands off me’ speech?”

“Yeah, that one. Might have oversold that a little.”

“Oh really…”

“We’re still not having sex…”

“You got that right”, Geneva piped up still facing away.

“But a hug sometime. Like this. A touch-would be OK.”

“Something like this?” He turned and kissed the top of her head, smelling Gennie in her hair.

“Yeah…that’s fine”, she settled into him. “I’m getting the feeling you might be worthy.” Then, “Hey showoff!” Gen, feeling a little left out, had leaned against the railing far enough to clearly show that she definitely wasn’t wearing panties.

“Maybe someone else needs a spanking around here.”

“Great minds think alike”, Chelsea agreed.

“Hey”, Gennie spun back around. “Now that we’re on the subject…that paddle. Where did that come from?”

“Something I had around, is all.”

“Uh huh. For how long?”

“Quite awhile.”

“Let me ask, did that paddle cross your wife’s naked ass?”

They never really spoke of Linda but this wasn’t exactly talking about her.

“Might have, once or twice.”

“So, same paddle on your wife’s bare ass, crosses Chelsea’s bare ass…”

“Seems so, yeah.”

Chelsea, leaning still leaning against him poked him in the chest with every word. “You have to make another paddle.”

“Definitely”, said Gennie.

He reached for the bourbon. “Good point. I’ll make two.”

Gennie’s smiled wavered a bit at that but perked back up when Chelsea, settling into his chest, winked at her.

(Continuing…)

Blue

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Flopping onto her back Chelsea tore her shirt off over her head. Her bra went next as Gennie, still fully clothed hovered over her.

“You have to get naked!”

“I will…when the time is right. Close your eyes”, she whispered. Chelsea did, then felt Gennie’s breath. “I love your face”, she said closely inspecting. “Nose is pointy, has that bump. Too many teeth…Fucking freckles…” Chelsea smiled, reminded of everything about her looks she couldn’t stand.

Leaning closer Geneva touched her lips to Chelsea’s and felt her mouth gap enough to allow her tongue entry. It slithered slowly over her teeth one at a time, then into her throat–Chelsea lifting her head to accept it all. “Teeth feel about right”, Gennie breathed, pulling back. “You have a problem with these too, don’t you?” She slowly kissed and allowed her teeth to brush her lozenge hard nipples, one–then the other.

Chelsea lay still and accepting. It had been over a year since she had given control over to someone else, much less submit to someone’s hand for punishment. Long months and months of having to steer her ship herself with on one else to take the tiller. It had been exhausting and she had almost reached the point where she feared she would be forever hardened. Now, in a few breathless moments, it felt as if the walls she had built around her heart had proven to be made of cotton candy that disappeared in Gennie’s mouth. There was a single tear in the corner of Chelsea’s eye.

“Are you crying again?”

“No”, she said, still not opening her eyes.

Gennie kissed her eye softly, then the other; gently puffing her lips against the closed lids while sliding her hand up the inside of her thigh. “You have to toughen up, girl…” Chelsea whimpered like a desert wanderer finally reaching an oasis when Gennie slipped her hand further to cup her damp pussy. Immediately, as if charged, she arched her back allowing her body to beg ‘please’ even if her mouth said nothing.

Feeling the urgency Geneva slid down her body teasing her tongue at her belly button then the top of her mound-loving the mouthfuls of wiry hair that, in her imagination, even tasted of strawberry. She didn’t linger long though sliding down to lap her way into the warm place between Chelsea’s thighs. She knew her vagina the way school kids know the path home. Her clit was obvious-pulsing and ready as she touched it with her tongue, first gently, then not. Chelsea moaned and whispered her name. Gennie pulled out and slipped her hands under Chelsea’s bottom, then to her thighs to push her legs upward and to bring her tight little asshole within easy reach. “Owwww”, Chelsea gasped when Gennie’s tongue touched her there.

“Did you bring Blue with you?” She asked.

Chelsea wriggled feeling her breath tickling her bottom. “Uh…sure. In the bedstand…”

Gennie rolled off the bed and tossed her shirt aside, keeping the black T-shirt. She had bought Blue for Chelsea as kind of a joke when they were together and Chel complained that they didn’t spend enough time in bed. The joke turned into the gift that kept on giving and had been Chelsea’s most dependable lover over the past year. Gennie found the dildo easily in the drawer beside the bottle of lube. Blue wasn’t one of those over-the-top creations. Named for his color, he was of average length, average thickness, two hard average size balls at the base. Average was good, considering where he was going.

Chelsea watched, sleepily attentive, legs bent, one hand playing gently at her mound as if tending a smoldering fire. She caught the look in Gen’s eyes.

“You’re not going to….”

“I figured your butt was already sore.”

“It’s been a while Gen. A long while.”

“I won’t if you don’t want to.”

“I definitely want you to…”

Gennie hopped back onto the bed and allowed Chelsea’s hand to guide her head-first to her clit-then under her own power, down to the magic button. Chelsea’s head lolled to the side and she pulled her knees back giving her lover easy access. She hissed at the feel of her tongue, then the cool lube drizzling over her asshole. She then felt Blue there-bumping and pressing. Testing.

The first push stung, it always had, then burned as he burrowed in. But the pain didn’t last. She felt her bottom open and the well-oiled machine push inside, filling her. But because Gennie was a wicked little lover she didn’t push it all the way in at once.  She slid up her body and used her weight to pin one of Chelsea’s long legs to her breast relishing the feel of dominating one who really couldn’t be dominated. From above she watched her eyes as she slowly and carefully pushed the dildo inside-then back-then inside further-then back-then again.

“You’re killing me…” Chelsea whispered looking anything but distressed.

“Shhhh…” whispered Gennie subtly leaning into her, pegging her slowly, until Blue’s two firm balls bumped against her bottom. To ensure a goodly fit, Gennie twisted it gently, back and forth, drawing answering hisses and moans. She kissed her closed mouth and slid back down, chin to balls with Blue and found Chelsea’s pulsing pearl anxious for her return.

She nibbled it gently and flicked her tongue across it once, then again, keeping contact as Chelsea rose bridging up onto her shoulders. Gennie lapped quickly as the rising moans became a coughing keening until, in a spattering jolt, she came her-body tensed in a high arch above the bed and Gennie risen on her knees wearing Chelsea’s pussy like an oxygen mask. Not until she had spurted her last and slowly collapsed flat on her back, did Gennie pull her slick, shiny face away.

“Feeling better big girl?” she smiled.

“Can’t…feel…anything…”

She kissed her belly and put a hand under her bottom to help flop her onto her side. Moving her like a doll she bent her top leg, exposing the bright blue balls attached to her asshole. Then very slowly, very deliberately, millimeter by electric millimeter, she began withdrawing what seemed like five feet of Blue from Chelsea’s rectum. For her part, Chelsea moaned into a pillow, sure her insides would follow. Then, with a soft POP he was gone and she felt weightless and empty. “Stay right there, love,” Gennie said, patting her upturned rump.

In the washroom she stripped quickly, pausing to pull her stickily sodden panties off carefully. Naked, she let the water run to steam and prepared a plush washcloth. Chelsea hadn’t moved and Gen sat on the bed beside her and patted her lap. Chelsea flopped face down-a weightless rag doll.

She ministered again to her bottom, gently wiping the bruises, the space between her cheeks and the warm wet space below. Then dropping her cloth she rolled Chelsea onto her back. This time, Gennie felt her firm grip and opened to it, falling into her arms and returning her hard kiss. As she fit her body firmly in place Chelsea wrapped her legs around her as the room filled with the power of the two. They joined as a single trembling being, their lovemaking pushing the air itself out through the cracks and crevices in the walls and floor.

There was nothing in the dim light of the warm room but them-as one.

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Chelsea – 5

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Geneva knocked lightly on the door.

“Come in”, she muffled. Chelsea was on the bed, laying on her side facing the window. She was fully clothed, but for her boots.

“You OK?”

“Sure”, she sniffed. The wall against her tears had evidently collapsed on the way up to her room. “My ass burns like hell.”

“I bet.” Geneva sat on the bed and handed the tube of salve over her shoulder. “He sent me to give this to you.  Apparently, it’s for burns, sunburn…he said it would help.”

“Thoughtful.”

Geneva rubbed her shoulder. “Sorry Chel…”

“Wasn’t your fault”, she sighed and handed the tube back. “What did he say?”

“When?”

“When he sent you up with this stuff.”

“Oh…he said, that I should…take care of you. That you’d want to see me…But I can leave…”

“Come on,” she almost snickered as she undid her belt. “Take care of me then.” She unsnapped, unzipped and pushed her jeans and underwear down to her knees, rolling onto her belly.

“Yeeouch”, Gennie said tentatively touching the double bulls-eye bruises on Chelsea’s bottom. “Has to hurt…” She squeezed a dollop of lotion onto her right cheek and rubbed gently.

“It hurts for sure, but guess what I won’t be doing anymore?”

“What?”

“Smoking anywhere near the workshop.”

“Guess it worked then. But I don’t know how you could stand it!

“Sometimes it’s easier to take a beating than to live with the disappointment.”

“Huh?…What?…I’m sorry.” Gennie was only half listening, distracted by the feel of Chelsea’s hot bottom under her slick, ministering fingers. Her skin mounded and crested as she massaged from the inside out allowing peeks of the treasures barely hidden in her cracks and creases.

“Remember the way he looked at me when he got out of the truck? That ‘you let me down look?’ I’d rather have my ass beat every day of the week than live with that.”

“I think I remember that…” Gennie said remembering her own spanking.

“Complicated”, Chelsea said.

“Truly…”

Geneva rubbed in circles, first one cheek then the other. She dabbed more lotion and widened her circles to the small of her back and then down to the tops of Chelsea’s thighs-places the paddle hadn’t touched. Her hands navigated the lithe body like a well-remembered but seldom trod path.  “Mmmm…that’s nice” Chelsea said into the pillow. As if awaiting a signal, Geneva allowed her hand and it’s exploring fingers to slide between her cheeks and rub up over her tight little button and further down between her legs. Chelsea began to wriggle at the touch.

“Would you do something for me?”

“If I can.”

“Slip my plants the rest of the way off.”

Geneva smiled ruefully watching her finger tease its way up the crevasse between the mottled cheeks. “I don’t know if that’s what he had in mind.”

“He sent you up here to rub lotion on my bare butt. He didn’t say just to bring me the salve, did he? What do you think he had in mind?”

“But you know he and I are…”

“Jesus! Don’t say it. You think I don’t know? This is a big house but not that big. I hear you guys at it every night.”

“Not every night!”

“Sometimes twice a night!”

Geneva giggled like a kid and took the bottom of Chelsea’s butt cheek in hand to knead it gently, her thumb playing at the soft spot just inside her thigh. “I just don’t know…” she stopped herself frustrated, but Chelsea would have none of it.

“Look, I can’t-not with your hands on me like this, imagine you leaving me here alone with my pants off and having to rub one off again. That’s all I do! Alone in my room while you make crazy love down the hall. I’m like a nun in here. Come on Gen-don’t make me beg! I know you don’t…feel about me the way I could about you. But you like me well enough don’t you?”

“Of course I like you well enough…”

“You don’t hate me do you?”

Chelsea was so engrossed in her pleading that she didn’t immediately feel her jeans being pulled over her feet. “Jesus, when did you become such a drama queen?”

“Celibacy makes cowards of us all”, Chelsea said allowing her legs, unbound by her jeans and panties, to fall open.

“May I never find that out”, Geneva said. Then, with a well-aimed and light smack on the bottom, “Roll over. I’ve seen enough of your narrow ass for one day.”

(Continuing…)

 

Chelsea – 4

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“Come on Chelsea”, he punctuated every instruction with a wave or a point with the paddle he had taken from a cabinet. It was a nasty piece of work that she had never seen before-dark wood, holes drilled along the length of it, varnished to a high sheen. “Put your hands here”, he tapped the edge of the workbench. She stepped forward reluctantly and placed her hands where she was told. She knew, as Gennie had found out, that with the doors wide open anyone who pulled up in the yard-or was wandering by on trails off in the woods-would have a clear view of the proceedings.

“Move your feet back a tad”, he said tapping her shins. Her stomach roiled as she shuffled her feet backward enough to position her bottom to his liking.

“Geneva”, he said using her proper name which was never a good sign.

“Yes?” she answered quickly from her position near the door.

“Take her pants down.”

“What? Me…Why…?”

“Get over here and take her jeans down. Now.”

“But…” she hadn’t moved.

“She’s getting ten swats on her bare ass. If you don’t get over here and do as you’re told immediately she’ll get twenty. And I’ll give you ten.”

Chelsea looked back over her shoulder. “Go ahead, Gen. Please.”

She moved quickly then, to right behind, roughly hip to hip. She reached around to unbuckle her belt and unzip her fly. When her jeans slid down, Chelsea could feel her back there-bumping and rubbing against her.  Then, after a pause, she felt Geneva’s thumbs in the elastic of her panties then her blue-jean clad leg against her own bare thigh. The touch, even accidental and in passing, was electric to her right now. Chelsea didn’t have Geneva’s curves, so when she bent over more of herself was on display than she would have liked.

Geneva stepped back, her heart flapping loose in her chest. She had taken her spanking a couple of weeks before and none since. She thought there would be another-he’d threatened, for sure-but she thought he might be kidding. But she’d never been paddled nor had she ever seen anyone paddled.

She didn’t know where to look. At Chelsea? It wouldn’t be right to stare at her naked butt though it was right there in front of her. Living together for a year-some of that time as lovers-had given her ample opportunities to see her naked, top and bottom. But not like this. She didn’t know if she was embarrassed, or embarrassed for her.

She looked to him for an idea of what she should be doing but he didn’t look her way, standing as he was beside Chelsea absorbed in the task at hand. His grey eyes were clear and focused as hers flitted about until it became apparent that she couldn’t not look-couldn’t not witness. She watched Chelsea’s bottom cheeks quiver as he patted her once, twice with the paddle to measure, then reared back. Good Lord, he was taking a long swing! She held her breath. Then it flew hard and fast-HOLY SHIT!-landing firmly on target with a sharp CRACK!

Chelsea absorbed it with little more than a rise onto her right toe. “Oh Jesus”, Gennie whispered to herself as the second swat landed and both hands involuntarily flew to the top of her head as she rocked up on her toes.

He adjusted the next swing and hit Chelsea again, full force on the left cheek then again across both with a loud SWAT! She grunted at that and broke her knees slightly. He stepped back. “Go ahead”, he said.

She held the workbench and squatted deep to try to relieve the burning in her skin.

“Can I rub?” she asked down on her haunches.

“Yeah, sure.”

She stood and rubbed her backside softly but quickly.

“How you doin’?” he asked.

“Not great” she said dryly but firmly.

“You good with this?”

“Yep!” She said sharply.

“You deserve this?”

“Yep!” she bit off.

Without being told, she straightened and repositioned herself. Looking past her throbbing bottom Gennie saw the muscles in Chelsea’s arms and shoulders flex and bunch as her fingers trembled gripping the bench. She didn’t move when the next swat landed with a loud CRACK! but Gennie did, spinning to look out into the yard. Enough is enough!

The few remaining swats landed loudly with nothing but a grunt and one stifled “Oww”. How could she stand it? Gennie wondered breathless, but then, by the time she thought it, she had. “Pull your pants up”, she heard him say. Still not turning around she heard the jingle of the belt and the rustle of denim. “Go to your room”, he said gruffly.

Go to your room? Was she actually being sent to her room? Somewhere, deep inside, Gennie felt the shadow of a memory slide past as Chelsea brushed by her walking purposefully toward the house. Her cheeks, glanced on the way, were dry-but flushed. Chelsea was gone inside and probably up the steps as Gennie still watched the door through which she had disappeared. He approached from behind.

“You OK?”

“Yeah…Jeeze…”

“Yeah. I’m sorry about that. Here…” he handed her a tube of ointment. “This will help. Go take care of her.” She held the tube and looked toward the house. “Go. She’ll want to see you about now.”

(Continuing…)

Chelsea – 3

 

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“CHELSEA!” Geneva cried as she was coming up the hill from the apple trees. “THE WORKSHOP!” Chelsea looked up to see her running and pointing behind her. She spun to see smoke rolling out of the open door. “SHIT!” She dropped the mower deck and ran into the smoke.

Fresh sawdust smolders for a long time before bursting into open flame. Chelsea figured she had not very many more seconds before the smoke bomb would have become a conflagration. As it was, she didn’t even use the fire extinguisher, just turned the hose on it. By the time Gennie came gasping through the door, it was out, leaving nothing but the smoky cloud behind.

“Shit, Chel. What happened?”

She was too shaken to just laugh it off. “I don’t know. I had a cigarette…”

“You were smoking in here?”

“No! I mean…I was smoking out there-working on the mower deck-then came in here for a wrench. Must have laid the cigarette…”

“Jesus!” Gennie was nervously circling. “Okay, okay…we won’t tell him, right? We just won’t say anything.”

“Sniff, girl. Smells like fire in here.”

“We’ll open the loft door. Then get rid of it-the sawdust. Everything that’s burnt. We’ll take it back into the woods.”

“It’ll still smell in here.”

“Fire up the saws. Fresh sawdust will cover the smell!”

“Gen, that’s not going to fool him. I’m fucked.”

“No. Come on!” Geneva grabbed a shovel, “Get that bucket, both of those…”

Chelsea wasn’t moving. “I’m not lying to him Gen. I’m not.  Is that what you want to do?”

Gennie came up short. “What? No…I didn’t mean that…” She shut up with the crunch of the pickup on the gravel outside. She hadn’t even heard him coming up the driveway. “Aw, Chelsea. We are fucked.”

“Not ‘we’. Not ‘us’…this is my problem, not yours. I’ll deal with it.”

Chelsea ached, not at what she was pretty sure was coming, but at the changing light of his face as he came toward them. Behind the taciturn mask was a smile of joy at seeing them, then a concern over their serious faces followed by the darkening clouds of anger, disappointment and dread of what might have happened. And now, what was going to have to happen.

She had caused this stormy weather. If not for her they would all be standing around talking, laughing, planning the evening. But they weren’t. Because of her. She had never forgotten how it felt to deserve to be punished.

(Continuing…)

Chelsea – 2

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The sliver of moon had slipped past the window, leaving only a dull gray glow over the room. Gennie roused beside him with a snuffle and rolled into his chest. He slipped his arm behind her head to make a space to snuggle.

“You awake?” he whispered.

She murmured something that could have been yes, no or maybe so. He settled back into his pillow happy to close his eyes and let sleep take him back down. Until he felt her hand slide over his thigh. It fell there not by chance but with a purpose, moving slowly up to his cock which, more awake than he, rose eagerly to meet her. She took him in hand slowly feeling him grow. He rolled toward her gently pushing her over with his shoulder.

He licked at her neck then left his tongue’s glistening trail down her body following the receding blanket. Full of her heady night smell he added his tongue to her own lubrication. She responded with a soft moan and drew her legs to her chest. In the quiet almost clandestine manner of midnight sex he pushed her further backward and slid into her all at once and completely, answered by a hiss rather than a daylight moan.

“Try to be quiet”, she said folded up on herself.

“Why?” he asked, sliding out then back in wet, easy motion.

“I feel bad. Chelsea doesn’t have anyone right now.” He kissed her lightly, for a moment taken by her sweetness and consideration. Then his kisses became deeper, harder mimicking the push of his cock into her. She thought she was being quiet-would have liked to have been quieter, she truly would have. She whimpered into his shoulder, biting instead of moaning…she was doing the best she could.

In her room, where the moon still shone brightly, Chelsea rolled onto her side. Their lovemaking hadn’t awakened her, but she was awake, if barely. Eyes closed she slipped her hand into the loose waist band of the cut off sweats she wore for pajamas. She drew her legs up and found herself easily in the damp folds. Exhaling softly, she rubbed gently to the rhythms coming from down the hall.

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