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Alfresco spanking
“You wouldn’t dare,” she said. A much younger DJ Black had broken of a thin swishy branch and was busy peeling it at this point. We were miles from anywhere in a wood up the side of a mountain. The...
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The Prize
Our story started here. Quail stood meekly in the line while the commune’s leader gave his speech. She had been living this life so long now that she had decided that this was the end game. The...
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Even Cowgirls get the reds
Two visions of cowgirl spanking, a modern BDSM magazine style by an unknown artist and a more traditional trip to the woodshed by Benson.
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Woodshed Spanking
Being taken to the woodshed is another part of spanking Americana that doesn’t cross the Atlantic too well. I first did some digging on this a while back when a reader sent in a selection of short...
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The Trouble with Cowgirls
Jake Harmon swung the horse around and scanned the horizon. It wasn’t a very big column of smoke but it was definitely in the vicinity of the ranch and he felt sick. There hadn’t been any Indian...
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In the Service of the Wolf (part xxi)
Part I here Marsha MacLeod took a deep breath and screwed up her face. It was so unfair, how was she to know that the Stone twins were running a scam; and how come she had to be on duty when they did?...
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In the Service of the Wolf (part xxii)
Part I here Garrick knew that Marsha was strong; more than that she was born with the lupine curse and at least that had some benefits. Ultimately she would bounce back from almost anything that...
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In the Service of the Wolf (part xxxiv)
Part I here Stacy ambled over towards the barn as if out for a stroll. Outwardly she looked every inch the confident New Yorker, a trick largely achieved by the inner conviction that she was a grown...
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In the Service of the Wolf (part xxxv)
Part I here By the time Stacy’s pants and panties were around her ankles she saw that that Lana too was standing in a puddle of denim, her face sour red and apprehensive. The writer took a moment to...
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Red, Wild and Deep
The Red River ran hard and fast below her, faster even than she could ride. Roberta Rand-Daley knew that she could not cross until the water broadened out some and then she would have another problem,...
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