Ludicrous, Texas
For
reasons that are lost to history, this unimpressive little cow town
in a remote corner of Texas had been damned with the name
“Ludicrous”. Despite the name, you would likely find little
humorous about this dusty, smelly little town. Unsurprisingly, locals
were a bit defensive about their town's name. They even had what we
now call an “urban myth” to explain it; “the town is named
after the flower, not the word”. Yes, in these pre-Internet days
of 1890, it was hard to disprove that there was a beautiful flower
growing somewhere “back east” called the Ludicrous plant!
So
Ludicrous was the ugly, stinky, dusty little town that was allegedly,
albeit wrongly, named after a beautiful flower.
The one
beautiful flower in Ludicrous was a young woman named Katie Gifford.
But few knew that Katie was a “beautiful flower,” because she hid
in plain sight by wearing frumpy clothes, by concealing her bright
intellect, and by hiding her amazingly successful business affairs.
Katie
“hid” because she found that avoiding the notice of the town's
menfolk simplified life. Until recently, there had been no men in
town that Katie felt the slightest bit attracted to, so she simply
avoided men altogether.
But
there was another reason why Katie kept a low profile. Back then, a
bank was only as good as its reputation, and nobody would trust a
bank that was owned and ran by a woman! Not only that, nobody would
ever trust the Ludicrous Bank if folks knew how close it had come to
bankruptcy before Katie had arrived in town on a mission to save it.
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Yes,
she had quietly saved the bank, saving the town from financial ruin
in the process. But now Katie felt trapped, trapped by her own
success.
Katie
had never intended to own a bank, and certainly never intended to
live in Ludicrous. Her mother had died in childbirth, so Katie had
been raised by her devoted father, who had insisted that she get the
best education then available to women. Shortly after graduating
from Auburndale
Female Seminary in
Massachusetts, she had returned home to find her father near death.
His dying wish was that she help her Uncle Robert save his bank.
(“Uncle Robert” wasn't a real relation to Katie, but simply a
dear family friend.)
A
classical education had done little to prepare Katie for the man's
world of business, but shortly after her father's death the sad woman
obeyed his last wish by trekking to Texas to see what could be done
about Uncle Robert's bank. There, she found it in terrible shape,
with Robert scratching for cash to meet routine withdrawals. Katie
knew nothing about banking, but she knew that any sniff of insolvency
would bring hoards of frantic depositors demanding their money. Such
a “run” on the bank would ruin it forever, leaving the town
financially devastated.
So
against her better judgment, Katie had used her modest inheritance to
cover routine bank withdrawals. In the process, she quietly and
unwillingly became the bank's owner. Since nobody would trust a bank
run by a “mere” woman, she left Robert as the bank's President
whilst herself pretending to be a simple clerk.
Taking
orders from a young woman couldn't have been easy for Robert, and was
made harder when Katie insisted that he deny questionable loans to
several of his cronies. At first, his compliance was based on
desperation, and the fact that Katie had arrived with sufficient
money to delay disaster for a few months. But once the bank started
doing better, Robert found that he could again sleep at night! Also,
Katie treated him well. Still the putative bank President, he
retained his prestige and was making more money than ever before.
At
first, Katie had been totally occupied in averting disaster and in
improving the bank's condition. Soon both she and Robert realized
that Katie had a mind for business, something that Robert lacked.
So, her future now wrapped up in the bank, Robert's incompetence kept
Katie trapped in Ludicrous.
Life
wasn't easy for a young woman in a small Texas town! First, young
unmarried female outsiders were assumed to be either schoolmarms or
prostitutes. Clearly, Katie fit neither mold. The only evening
entertainment in Ludicrous was the saloon, which was no place for a
nice young lady like Katie. Also, Katie couldn't live with her
unmarried “uncle”, so she rented a room in the only boarding
house in town. That meant that evenings were spent either sitting in
the boarding home's parlor, alone in her dreary bedroom, or in her
little office at the bank. Unsurprisingly, Katie normally preferred
the escape of spending evenings in her little office, even if there
was no work to do.
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Only
recently, the town had hired a new Sheriff. Since Ludicrous was too
small and poor to attract an experienced lawman, they hired Blake
Rogers. Blake was a handsome, earnest young fellow who had served as
a Deputy Sheriff in a town near his family farm, but this was his
first job as a full-fledged Sheriff.
Back
then, Texas life was tough, and early death was common. Blake's
father had lived just long enough to leave his mother pregnant with
her fifth child, leaving the barely teenaged Blake as “the man of
the house”. Doggedly, the young man had shouldered the
responsibility of running the family farm and helping his mother
raise his younger four siblings. As the oldest male, it was
sometimes Blake's duty to take a brother or sister to the woodshed
for a traditional punishment.
Blake
only left the farm when his brothers were old enough to manage
without his daily presence. That was when the Sheriff at a local
town saw potential in the boy and hired him as a Deputy. Even then,
Blake returned to the farm often to supervise, and to deal with any
discipline issues that arose in his absence. So for a young man his
age, he was unusually well versed in dealing out corporal punishments
to both males and females.
Like
any normal boy, Blake's “growing up” years hadn't always gone
smoothly. Even when he had been a hulking teen, his mother had never
shrank from marching him to the woodshed to “do what needed doing”.
So for better or worse, Blake was familiar with corporal punishment
from both sides.
Blake's
years of family responsibility certainly gave him the steel and
backbone to be effective in law enforcement. But the law is backed
up by judges and jails and sometimes guns. Corporal punishment is
never involved in law enforcement...right?
Blake
had been a deputy for only one year when he saw an advertisement for
a Sheriff's job at a town about fifty miles away. As you have likely
guessed, that town was Ludicrous and our Blake was the successful
applicant.
He
spent his first weeks on the job becoming acquainted with the town,
its surroundings, and its occupants. In the process, he visited Katie's
bank and (naturally) talked with Robert, its President. He didn't
see Katie, but probably would have taken little notice of the
apparently dull and mousy woman.
Young
Blake soon learned about a prostitute who owned a house at the edge
of town and who often solicited business in the saloon. Although
technically illegal, prostitution was commonly tolerated in Texas, so
Blake at first thought little of it. However, the Town Councilmen
told the earnest and eager-to-please young man that the lady must go.
So Blake saw this as his first test, and as a chance to prove
himself worthy of his badge.
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Even in
the cloistered world of Auburndale
Female Seminary, Katie had enjoyed a social life of sorts. In
certain closely monitored events, the
Seminary had
even arranged
for its girls
to meet suitable males from another school.
Now that the bank no longer occupied every moment of Katie's
attention, she increasingly
longed for a social life. Certainly she would have enjoyed
interaction with peers, but also
her
developing body made
her yearn for
male
companionship.
Unfortunately, Katie had
no peers
in Ludicrous, and certainly
there
were no
promising men.
That
is, there were no promising men until the town hired that new young
Sheriff!
He
had been in town for two weeks, but Katie had only seen him from a
distance. However, she thought of him constantly! She even peeked
frequently through her curtained office window in hopes of a glimpse
of him walking down the street.
Yes,
she had heard heard his voice when he visited the bank, but she had
remained frozen in her office, simply listening as he talked to
Robert.
To
her shame, dreams of Blake (she now knew his name) surfaced when she
was alone at night under the sheets in her bedroom. Until recently
the still-virgin young lady had managed to keep from abusing herself,
but no more! Her sainted mother would have been horrified! Even the
seminary had opaquely warned the girls about that practice. They
claimed it was a sin and could lead to madness. If not madness, then
self abuse could at least cause female hysteria, a condition that can
ruin a woman's life.
So her
fantasies of Blake would swell inside her half-asleep head until they
seemed to overcome her reason and her self-control. That's when her
hand, by it's own volition, would sneak under the sheet and then
descend to that place just below her slim, taut waistline. And then
she would lay there helpless as her fingers had their way with that
secret part of her body.
Then,
guilt-ridden, she would imagine what her father would have done had
he caught her doing that shameful thing at home. And then her guilt
led to something that she didn't understand. As she imagined the
frightful spanking that (in her mind) she deserved, she would become
aroused again. Again her hand would do that nasty thing before,
sweaty and spent, she finally escaped into slumber.
To her
further confusion, after a few days of this it was no longer daddy
spanking her bare bottom, it was Blake!
So poor
Katie was lonely, confused, distracted, and trapped in the tiny town
of Ludicrous Texas. Even she knew that it was totally illogical to
imagine that Blake could be her salvation. After all, she had never
met the man and he apparently didn't know she existed.
So she
wondered and worried. How could she decently meet a man like Blake?
If she did meet him, how much did she dare reveal to him? Could she
decently enlist Uncle Robert to arrange an introduction? After all,
Robert barely knew the man himself, and little was known of Blake's
character.
As it
happened, fate took the decision from her hands.
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A
normal evening routine for Katie was for her to close the bank and
then stroll to her boarding house for supper and a rest. Later, she
would return to the bank to spend the evening in the quiet solitude
of her office, before trekking back to the boarding house to sleep.
Since Ludicrous consisted of only one street, options for her route
of travel were limited. Unfortunately, the saloon was between the
bank and the boarding house. Katie didn't like walking past it,
particularly in the evening, because the street was dark and the
saloon was wild. She had tried walking behind the buildings, but
quickly discovered that cowboys used that area for their (no so)
private bathroom! So Katie's usual strategy was to leave the bank
just before dark, giving her just enough light to avoid the fragrant
manure that was always scattered in the street. She always walked
quickly past the saloon.
But one
memorable night she stayed later than usual. To be fair, she wasn't
doing bank work that evening. A book had arrived on the afternoon
stage, and Katie had lost herself in it. So she started home in
total darkness.
Meanwhile,
Blake had decided to arrest that prostitute. But how to do it?
Fearing that certain of her customers might object, he decided
against the saloon. Also he chose not to go to her house. So,
having learned her routine, he lurked in the shadows between
buildings that were on the scarlet lady's path to the saloon. He
would only have to escort her a few steps from there to his Sheriff's
office, and nobody would be there to object.
Finally
the expected female walked past him. Quick as a viper, he reached
from the darkness and grabbed her arm!
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With
her head full of thoughts of Blake and thoughts of her frustration
and loneliness, Katie walked the familiar route home. Fortunately
some of the buildings had boardwalks, which kept her out of the dust
and manure. Nobody bothered to build boardwalks in the gaps between
buildings so there she had to step down to the ground and then walk
carefully. In one of those gaps somebody grabbed her arm.
She
shrieked! But then she heard a calm, authoritative voice explain
that she was under arrest. She had heard that voice once before,
when Blake had visited her bank. Her fright instantly turned to
indignation, “What do you mean I’m under arrest! I've done
nothing wrong.”
“Oh,”
he responded, “So you haven't been selling yourself to every Dick
and John in town?”
Now
Katie had been a bit mixed up in the head lately, but that didn't
change the fact that she was likely the smartest person in town. So
instantly she realized the situation; the inexperienced Blake had
simply nabbed the wrong lady.
Her
mind worked furiously, deciding how to react. That iron-like hand on
her arm told her that Blake had her, but in a way she had him! She
decided to protest, but not too hard...
“Um
Sheriff you have the wrong lady. I could never stoop to prostituting
myself!”
“Sure,”
Blake said, his voice dripping sarcasm, “I suppose you've been
organizing a church in that house of yours?”
“I
don't know what you're talking about,” Katie insisted.
“Ma-am,
I know quite well what you do for a living,” Blake explained, “and
I'm here to stop it. So you're coming with me!”
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At
that, Blake led her firmly across the street to his Sheriff's office,
which was also the town jail and Blake's temporary residence.
Later,
that short trip would be a blur to Katie, but she had nearly swooned
at this unexpected nearness to the object of her fantasy life.
Blake! The feel of him, the manly odor of him, even his temporary
silence seemed impossibly manly and charged with testosterone-fueled
promise!
She
lodged another pro-forma protest as they walked, but it was so weak
that he didn't bother to respond, but simply stalked silently to his
office.
In the
first moments of their meeting, Katie had realized that this was a
simple case of mistaken identity. She also realized that this matter
could be easily cleared up. For example, she could have insisted
that the Sheriff take her to either her landlady or Robert, and this
farce would have been cleared up in moments. But she chose not to do
that, leaving her on dangerous ground. But it was dangerous ground
that kept her close to Blake!
He led
her into his office, which was black dark. She heard the door close
firmly, and realized that she was now totally vulnerable to Blake's
whim, a man she didn't even know. Her senses heightened by the
darkness, she smelled everything that one would associate with a
Sheriff's office of the time, male sweat, saddle leather, dust, gun
oil, and a noxious whiff from the jail cell slop bucket. Then she
smelled sulfur and blinked owlishly as Blake struck a Lucifer match
to light a lamp.
In the
resulting light, Blake and Katie regarded each other. Katie tried
again to deny that she was a prostitute, but her voice was
immediately overpowered by Blake's no-nonsense scolding.
Blake's
attempt at scolding seemed slightly ludicrous to both of them, but
for totally different reasons. Although he echoed the words of the
town's Parson when he accused her of “contributing to the moral rot
of the town,” Blake actually spoke from no particular moral high
ground. The young Sheriff hadn't (yet) visited the town's “house
of ill-repute” for only two reasons, money and pride. Firstly, he
was in debt to buy his equipment and horse, plus he regularly sent
money home. Second, he was still a virgin. Since he didn't want his
inexperience known locally, he had intended for his first whorehouse
visit to happen where he was unknown.
For
Katie, the lecture seemed silly because she knew that Blake had aimed
it at the wrong person!
Silly
or not though, Blake's intent was serious. He believed he was
talking to the town prostitute, and he intended to properly deal with
her.
Once
his lecture died down, Blake was faced with a problem; “what now?”
Honestly he hadn't planned much beyond the arrest itself. So now
that he had the “prostitute” in custody, what should he do next?
The jail cell wasn't a good option. First, his nasty little cell was
no place for a woman. More importantly, he slept in his office to
save money. If he kept the “prostitute” overnight, her customers
would just assume that he was keeping her for his own pleasure!
So
first he informed her that within one week she should pack up and
take a stagecoach out of town. However, beyond simply running her
out of town, the Town Council had specified that the lady receive
some form of retribution to ensure that she wouldn't want to return.
Unfortunately,
Blake lacked a plan.
So he
paused to think…
Since
jail wouldn't work, Blake reverted to old habits, and to those
certain old skills he had learned at home. On that level, he knew
how to deal with a misbehaving female!
Decision
made, he quickly put his plan into effect. He dragged a sturdy
wooden chair into the center of the room, sat himself down, and then
reached for Katie. Before she knew what was happening, he had guided
her to his right thigh and then pulled her across his lap. She
didn't think to struggle, but struggling would have been futile since
he was easily twice her strength.
She
grunted as the unexpected pressure on her chest forced air from her
lungs. When she finally inhaled, her nose was so close to floor that
she smelled Texas dust.
Katie's
brain roiled with a bubbling stew of mixed emotions. One was
certainly fright! But it was fright balanced with resignation and
even anticipation. Here was her most intimate fantasy coming true!
And yes, she felt a special tingle deep in her most female place.
But a
new fear niggled at her, what happens after the spanking? Katie's
bedtime fantasy had never gone beyond the spanking itself. She was a
virgin, and wished to retain that status. But Blake thought she was
a prostitute. Would he take advantage of her after he had spanked
her? Katie didn't have a clue! If he did, there would be little she
could do about it.
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In a
firm voice, Blake assured her that he intended to spank with only his
hand, after which could go home, where he expected her to pack.
However, she must “take her medicine” without struggle or
complaint. If not, he would “hog tie” her, put her across his
desk, leather her bare bottom, and then leave her in the cell
overnight.
Next he
made her bend her knees individually so that he could remove her
shoes for safety. And then her eyes widened as she felt the back of
her dress ascend. It was a hot day, so Katie was only wearing three
petticoats. One-by-one, he raised them away from the target area.
Unfortunately, raising that final slip revealed an undergarment that
was unfamiliar to the young man.
Katie
objected when she felt his hands on that final garment, but he
gruffly reminded her to take her punishment without complaint.
“Besides,” he explained, “It's not a proper spanking unless
it's on the bare. Not only that, half the men in town have seen more
of you than I'm about to see.”
That
last statement gave Katie hope that Blake would indeed release her
without “taking advantage” of her.
Later,
Blake would realize that he should have questioned Katie's garments.
Her dress was dull and rather shapeless, nothing that a prostitute on
the prowl would choose. But this lady had admitted that she was a
prostitute, hadn't she?
And
those pants! Considering the plainness of her dress, the garment
that he had discovered under her petticoats seemed more lacy and
expensive than what a small-town prostitute could afford. Later, he
would discover that “those pants” are called “bloomers”. His
sisters had never worn anything like that! It had been a struggle,
but finally he managed to work them down to her knee hollows.
A
lawman is supposed to be observant, so Blake paused to evaluate this
newly-exposed female anatomy sprawled across his lap. He shook his
head sadly at the sight. This was an enticing looking woman! Her
waist was tiny, and her rounded hips flared into the most delectable
and perfect bottom imaginable. Her thighs were shapely and firm.
Why would a woman this beautiful sell herself? She could have had
her pick of husbands! At least, she could have done so before she
made the choice to defile herself through prostitution.
Somehow
she sensed when he raised his hand to deliver the first spank,
because he noticed her clench her bottom. As she did, a dimple
appeared in her right butt cheek.
Katie's
father had been a loving, and doting parent to her. But he had never
shrank from his disciplinary duty to his daughter. Even into her
late teens, Katie had received the occasional spanking. Although not
harsh, his spankings had always been sufficiently hard and
embarrassing to get his point across.
So
although her last spanking had been years ago, Katie knew what to
expect.
And she
wasn't disappointed! She heard a “slap” and then her right
buttock blossomed into pain. Seconds later, her left cheek suffered
the same rough treatment. She squealed, bucked, and vainly twisted
against his strong restraining arm as her pale nether cheeks sported
new hand prints.
All too
soon for Katie, Blake settled into an implacable left-right spanking
rhythm. Afraid that some passerby might hear her punishment, she bit
her lip to keep from making any more loud noises. However, knowing
well the unwritten rules of spanking and not wanting this to turn
into a contest of wills, Katie did allow herself to sob freely and
didn't shrink from vocalizing the occasional “I'll be good” or a
plea for mercy.
As she
writhed on Blake's lap, Katie noticed something that she had never
felt whilst over her father's lap. It was a certain hardness, a
definite protrusion. She was inexperienced in sexual matters. The
Internet would be more than a century in the future, and there were
few factual books on the subject, so much of what Katie “knew”
about sex was pure misinformation. Still, she knew enough about
basic anatomy to correctly guess what was poking her in the belly!
But then she lost the capacity to care about that, thanks to the
growing conflagration in her ass!
Totally
consumed by the growing sting in her behind, the lady didn't even
notice that her legs were increasingly kicking. At first they moved
in unison, tethered together by her bloomers. But eventually that
garment flew across the room. Now there was nothing to keep her legs
from splaying wide, which displayed things to Blake that only a
woman's husband should see.
Grimly
the young Sheriff spanked on. From previous experience he knew that
the biggest mistake he could make was to stop too soon. His hands
hardened from years of farm work and his muscles young and strong, he
needed no spanking implement.
Just as
Blake knew when to continue spanking, he knew when to stop. When her
formerly creamy white buttocks and thighs had reached the proper
color, and when she seemed exhausted and truly contrite, he suddenly
stopped and then helped her to her feet. Automatically, gravity
flipped her skirts back into position, hiding her livid bottom. For
now, neither of them thought of her lost bloomers.
Honestly,
Blake wanted her, wanted her bad! Truthfully, Katie would have been
a pushover at that tender moment, but the young Sheriff was too much
the southern gentleman. So Blake decided to ease the lady out of his
office before she noticed that very unprofessional tenting in his
trousers!
In a
gentlemanly gesture, he offered her his large red hanky. She
accepted thankfully, mopping tears, sweat, drool and mucus from her
face. Katie's emotions at the moment were confused. Her bottom
still stung madly, so she still felt like crying. But she was wary,
not knowing exactly what Blake might do next. Still, she wasn't
really angry. There was a logical corner of her mind that remembered
that she could have prevented this entire encounter had she wished.
But now that it had happened, he was certain to eventually discover
his error. And then she would have the upper hand!
But did
she really want to have the upper hand over Blake? No, truthfully
she didn't. She wanted to be his woman!
With a
final warning that she was to have no more “customers”, was to
immediately start packing her things, and had one week to leave town,
Blake told her that she was free to go.
Katie
pulled herself up to her full 5 feet and four inches as she said, “If
you are half the lawman I think you are, you will discover your error
early tomorrow. If you are half the man I think you are, you will
have found me by high noon tomorrow to apologize. Goodbye sir.”
Holding
her head high, Katie marched from the building and then walked back
to her boarding house, where she spent a restless and aroused night
reliving the events of the evening over and over in her mind.
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The
following morning, Blake arose as usual. He did his morning
chores, and then cooked breakfast. As he thought of last evening,
Katie's last words puzzled him. He had no doubt that it was the
town's prostitute that he had spanked and warned last night.
As he
settled into his desk chair, he noticed the bloomers on the floor.
It took him a moment to work out what they were and where they must
have come from. Thoughts of returning that garment led to the idea
to check on Debra (the prostitute) to ensure that she was taking him
seriously and was actually packing.
So
later that morning, Blake wandered over to the “house of ill
repute” and knocked on Debra's door. The lady answering the door
wasn't the same lady he had spanked last night! After a few
questions of this unfamiliar person, he established that this was the
real Debra, who was actually the town prostitute. Suddenly those
final words from last night started to make sense. He had spanked
the wrong lady!
Thinking
that she was about to acquire a particularly handsome new client,
Debra had been open with Blake and had happily answered his
questions. But then she noticed storm clouds in his face! As she
learned the real purpose of the Sheriff's visit, she became aghast
and frightened.
So
Blake did what he saw as his clear duty. He scolded Debra, ordered
her to pack and leave town, and then pulled her across his lap. The
bottom that he exposed for punishment, although serviceable, was no
match for the one that he had spanked last night. In fact, it was so
wilted that Blake felt sorry for her and gave her only a mild
tanning.
As he
left the tearful lady with final orders to “pack up and leave
town”, she had one request, “Can you find someone to buy my house
before I leave?”
Unsure
how to do that, Blake promised to try. As he walked back towards his
office, there were two big questions in his mind, “Whom did I spank
last night? And how much trouble am I in?” There weren't many
women in town of Katie's age, so a few discrete inquiries answered
his first question.
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It was
almost noon when Katie heard a knock on her office door. At her
invitation, the door opened to reveal Blake, hat in hands, “Well
ma-am, here I am. I came to apologize, and I'm truly mortified at
what I did to you last night. I was totally wrong.”
Katie
smiled and then graciously stood to offer her hand. The ice broken,
they exchanged introductions with mock formality.
“Well,”
Blake said heavily, “Let's cut to the chase. How much trouble am I
in? First with you, and then with your husband or boyfriend, who
undoubtedly will want me dead.”
“To
answer the second question first,” Katie replied, “I have neither
boyfriend nor husband, so that's no problem. Also, you needn’t
worry about me complaining to the Town Council.”
Blake
blew out a long breath in relief, “and the answer to my first
question?”.
She
smiled, “You'll be fully forgiven after your penance.”
“Which
is?”
She
spoke boldly, “Which is you having supper with me this evening.”
He
smiled, “I would be charmed. When and where.”
“At
the boarding house. I expected that you would appear today, so I've
already arranged it with the landlady.”
They
agreed on a time, shook hands, and then Blake turned to leave.
Halfway through the door, he stopped, removed a small poke from his
belt, and blushingly handed her the contents, her bloomers. Her
cheeks colored prettily as she accepted them.
Again
halfway through the door, Blake stopped and turned again to ask a
question that he had just remembered, “That prostitute, Debra, will
be leaving town. Naturally she would like to sell her house, and I'd
like her to receive a fair price. Who in town should I see about
that?
Katie
gave a half smile, “You may confidently leave that problem with me.
I'll find somebody.”
After
thanking her, he departed.
That
afternoon, Robert showed up at Debra's house, a place he knew rather
too well. At Katie's insistence he paid Debra a fair price for her
house, added money for her stagecoach fare, and sadly bid her
farewell. Robert would need some new way to satisfy his carnal
cravings.
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Blake
and Katie's supper went well. After supper, the other boarding house
residents discreetly avoided the parlor to leave the two alone.
Defensive of her establishment's reputation, the landlady watched
discreetly. It went without saying she would allow no man in an
unmarried woman's bedroom! Still, that evening was a pleasant start
to what would be a lifelong relationship.
In
these times, Victorian attitudes regarding courtship prevailed, even
in the backwaters of old Texas. Sex was a mysterious thing, and
premarital intercourse was greatly frowned upon. So Blake and
Katie's courtship was a decorous affair, at least when they were in
public. Although passion and temptation developed quickly, the
physical part of their relationship came slowly. Still, they had
time alone together. They sometimes rode a borrowed buckboard off
into the prairie to picnic in a grove of trees. More often, they
discreetly met in her office or in his. Even though Blake slept in
his office, his tiny cot wasn't conducive to passion, which helped
keep their virginity intact. This early in their relationship,
simple togetherness was heady stuff!
Since
they were both embarrassed about that first night when when the
mistaken identity had led to her spanking, there was initially no
further talk of spanking.
For
Katie, Ludicrous suddenly seemed like a wonderful place! In fact,
anywhere was lovely as long as she would be with Blake.
Naturally
they became engaged, even though Blake still believed Katie was a
simple bank clerk. Three weeks before their wedding, she finally
decided to take Blake fully into her confidence. Thinking carefully
how to do this, she decided to do it on Blake's own turf. So one
evening she appeared in his office. Fortunately the jail cell was
empty, so they were alone.
Pointedly,
Katie moved a sturdy chair into the exact spot where Blake had
spanked her before. Blake raised an eyebrow, in unspoken question.
She
spoke respectfully, “I haven't been totally forthcoming with you
Blake. I'm not exactly the person you think I am. Please hear me
out whilst I tell you everything and then I'll accept your judgment.
After that I hope our relationship will continue as it was before,
with you in the lead. Will you promise to hear me out?”
Puzzled
and worried that he was about to hear some damming revelation about
the woman he loved, Blake nevertheless nodded and then sat to listen.
Katie
revealed to him that she was really the owner of the bank, and that
“Uncle” Robert was actually her employee. Since the bank was now
doing well, so were Katie's fortunes, which made her the richest
woman in Ludicrous.
Then
she very carefully explained why it was vital to her and to the town
that her business matters remain secret, and that Robert continue to
be seen as the bank's owner. The world simply wasn't ready to trust
a bank that was ran by a woman, and loss of confidence in the bank
could devastate the entire town.
“I
promise never to deceive you again,” she explained, “And I hope
you understand why I've waited to tell you these things. I can run
and bank and still be your obedient wife.”
She
looked apprehensively at her man as he digested this information. In
his face she saw anger and uncertainty. It was his uncertainty that
really worried her, so it was now or never! Katie knew that she
must act to show Blake that she intended to be his submissive wife.
So she
moved to his right thigh, her intent unmistakable, “I'm sorry for
deceiving you. I'm prepared to accept my punishment now.”
Being
no fool, Blake accepted the proffered bottom. Taking her hand, he
guided her across his lap. In the process of raising the back of her
dress and her several petticoats, he decided not to bother with her
bloomers. Instead, he would simply spank over them. However, when
he raised that last petticoat, he discovered that Katie had also
decided not to bother with her bloomers! For the second time ever,
he gazed at his future wife's bare bottom. It was even more
beautiful than he remembered.
His
first spanks were mild “warmup” ones. As he applied them, he was
nonplussed by a growing hardness in his groin. This didn't happen
when he spanked his siblings! Never before had Blake connected sex
and spanking, but suddenly there it was.
Meanwhile,
Katie noticed not only that lump poking into her belly, but a
corresponding flooding deep in her feminine place. As with Blake, a
lasting connection formed in her brain. But that thought would have
to wait, because Katie was too busy being spanked!
This
spanking wasn't as hard as the first time Blake had spanked Katie.
But by the time he had spanked her bottom to a cheerful bright pink,
Katie was crying real tears. Those tears were more from emotion than
from the sting, but Blake neither knew nor cared. The spanking had
made its point, and that was that mattered.
Later,
Katie wouldn't remember rising from his lap or being pulled into his
embrace. As he tenderly held her, she cried a torrent of tears into
his shirt. Soon her tears morphed into passion, and then discarded
male and female clothing littered the floor. That evening they came
very close to consummating their marriage three weeks early. As it
was, their shared passion carried them closer to that brink than ever
before.
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Katie
and Blake's wedding was the biggest thing that had happened in
Ludicrous in recent memory. Blake's family arrived by wagon several
days early. They pitched a tent in a vacant lot, and then set to
work preparing a wedding picnic for the entire town. Katie quickly
bonded with the entire clan, particularly with her new mother-in-law.
Two calves and a large pig, supplied by the bank, gave their lives
to feed the town. The meat was accompanied by bushels of roasted
corn and barrels of beer. Townsfolk contributed pies and other
scrumptious sweets. It was a feast to remember!
In the
midst of the celebration, Katie and Blake slipped away on a borrowed
one-horse buckboard to a honeymoon hideout. There, they consummated
their marriage in the time-honored manner.
Tongues
wagged when the couple returned a few days later to set up residence
in the former “house of ill repute”. However, the house's past
was soon forgotten.
Spanking
wasn't an immediate part of Katie and Blake's life. At first, simple
lovemaking was sufficient thrill for them. But once that
sex/spanking connection is made, it lasts forever. So it came to
pass that the couple's bedroom rang regularly with the sounds of
gluteal percussion, an activity that was inevitably followed by wild
lovemaking. Nature took its course, so soon that former whorehouse
required extra bedrooms.
It
would be great if all love stories could have a happy ending,
but that's not the way of our world. Still, despite the slim
pickings in a tiny and remote town like Ludicrous, and despite the
unpleasant mistaken identity incident that had thrown them together,
Blake and Katie defied the odds and lived a happy, loving, and
sensual life together.
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