Role reversal at the ranch: spanking

Michael was a strict leader at his boss' ranch. His ranch workers were not afraid to get spanked when they fell foul of the rules.

Michael raised an eyebrow when he said, "You came here unannounced."

Cecile nodded and tried to look guilty, biting her bottom lip. "So you don't know what happens next?"

Cecile lowered her gaze. "Yes, Michael. A spanking. I am sorry."

They made it their rule. He was her boss, so she couldn't take her to the barn.

She had broken the rules and she was going to pay. He was washing his hands, with cold water dripping over his legs and chest.

Michael washed his hands to end each day of work, and she did it as well.

Cecile could not stop staring at his naked body as he dried off quickly

She was Spanked

Every night, she moaned about him and bit the pillow so he wouldn't scream at her.

Even so, her fantasies weren't much compared to reality.

He got up and dressed before he motioned for her to come closer. Cecile, who is not one to play games, placed herself on his lap.

Her belly began to tighten in anticipation. The short skirt she was wearing exposed her entire body.

"It's a bit difficult to bring this type of clothing with you, don't ya think?" Michael chuckled.

He was her only hope.

It smelled almost like soap. The strong aroma of fresh hay in her barn mingled with it. Cecile knew she'd get excited every time she entered the barn.

He was wearing a hat that was hanging from an iron hook, and she looked at it.

He said, "I like these pairs of pants," and distracted her while grazing his fingers.

She smiled at herself. She knew it wasn't a thong, but he loved practical underwear.

His right hand thumped her back and sides. He touched her back and sides, but she tried to not giggle or gasp at him. Another rule.

"What is your safe name, Cecile?"

She quickly said, "Red."

He stopped tickling her.

The spanking begins

"I will spank you 30 times. If you didn't interrupt, one for every minute of my workday. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Michael."

He smiled.

He sat down on her feet and scanned her legs from her ankle to her base. His hands were a bit rough from the work. This added to her arousal.

He made a few circles around her knees and then he stopped. She frowned and licked her cheeks to stop making any noises.

Is he going to spank her?

He didn't.

His fingers drifted upwards, lighting her body on fire.

It was enough to make her bleed from her lips.

Three more were quickly followed, each one softer than the last but all in the same place. The sting travelled along her buttcheeks.

He massaged her for several minutes, relaxing her muscles and allowing her to relax. She almost forgot that she was being punished.

"You like Cecile?"

She repeated "Yes, Michael," becoming drowsy from the sensations that his hands had given her.

Before he spanked her, he caressed her.

His hands held her firm. He held her back and the other was kneading her soft cheeks. He dragged her back again and she fell into his trap.

She was already sensitive, and she was already letting her guard down.

Cecile wept when his hand touched her stomach, and she began to tense again.

He continued to spank her

Cecile tried to understand the pattern to avoid being made to cry by the next hit.

He was not doing it in a rhythm. Some spanks were gentle, with her skin barely touching the surface. She was certain that others would leave a lasting impression.

She became more irritable, less capable of maintaining her composure, and she got wetter.

Her release was increasing, tightening her muscles and stripping her of her sanity. He wouldn't touch her unless she cummed, and she couldn't.

He was the only one that could make her whimper in pain.

Cecile, are you alright?

She was able to snap out of her stupor, realising that she had been gasping for air and that her eyes were cloudy with tears.

She said "Yes," her voice cracked.

He swung his finger around her stomach three times, once twice and three times. It went down and felt the smoothness of her pussy.

Michael took his time, moving the tip of his fingers from her clit to her entry, spreading her wetness evenly.

Cecile groaned at the feeling, at the need that she felt.

She begged for it, even though she knew it was futile. Although she hadn't been counting, this teasing of her was always before the last ten whippings.

His index moved slowly, but it slipped in her.

Her clit was throbbing, but she remained unaffected. Cecile frowned, unable to conceal the joy he gave her even though he didn't touch her where she needed him most.

His loose hand got in her hair and pulled it back a bit. It was rough for her.

He added another finger to her and curled them in his hand. Cecile took deep inhalations, trying to regain control. Although she knew that it would go out the window once he said enough, she still tried to control it.

More spanking

His touch got her to the point where she was frantic swearing.

She did not want to give him satisfaction. It was strictly forbidden to swear. She would be given another spanking if she did.

"Beggars are not going to make it better. You know you're a bad girl and that bad girls deserve punishment.

"Yes, Michael."

He stopped touching her, and then smacked her in the back again. His two fingers were hitting her pussy. She cried.

She felt her body betraying him, and she was bending to his touch. But, it was the first time she had ever felt so much in so little time. He kept making moans, whimpers and sobs out of her.

Michael repeatedly slapped her in various places and in different ways. She couldn't stop herself.

He suddenly whipped her knees with his two fingers. Her eyes were filled with tears. His hits were hard and soft, and her nerves were tingling.

Cecile was shaking and her breathing was slow when he was done. She hadn't orgasm yet.

Her legs were like jelly when she stood up. His hands brushed her legs. His eyes were fixed on her and promised a thousand ways to make her scream in delight.

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