Unknown: Sex in the wild wild west

"I don't need a reason, Mrs. Broaddus. The fact that I want to is reason enough. Added to that though, you refused to do what I asked. Your refusal and the fact that your delectable rear end just looks like it's begging for a spanking is more than enough reason to give it one."

"Ohhh God. W-w-what is this Indian whipping like?"

"A flogging, Mrs. Broaddus. Given by five of my squaws. I promise you, when they're done, you'll know you've been whipped. And I know you'll be well marked. But at least you won't have to endure the humiliation of being turned over my knee. Now hurry up and make up your mind. You're starting to try my patience. If you don't decide soon, I'll make sure you get both."

"A-a-a flogging!? Oh God, I know I couldn't stand that. If, if I'm going to have to submit to more punishment, I'll… I'll take the spanking. At least with that, I know what to expect. Where are you going to spank me? You… you will take me someplace private, I hope. You won't spank me here in public, will you?"

"Where am I going to spank you? Why, I'm going to spank you on your bare ass, Mrs. Broaddus. Where else does one get a spanking? And if you were wondering where we are going to be while I'm spanking you, we're going to be right here where your husband and everyone else can watch you jump. Might do him some good to learn how to get your attention. Now get over here and let's get started or would you like a flogging as well."

Sobbing in embarrassment, Angela clamored over his lap, her pelvis resting on his right leg and her naked breasts flopping against his left. He carefully positioned her with her ass elevated and turned so that we could see it. With her head down like that, I know she was trying to picture how she must look to us with her ass facing us like it was. Almost involuntarily, her legs and ass cheeks clenched tight and her ass seemed to blush a little more. Then he proceeded to wallop her butt. I was fascinated as the color of her delicate skin turned first to a darker pink and then to bright red. Angela tried to be a stoic about the whole thing, but I was sure that wouldn't last. She did better than I expected though. Up until her ass started to turn bright red she kept her mouth shut and her legs tightly clenched together. Then something broke inside of her and suddenly she was kicking, screaming and wailing loud enough to wake the dead.

Smack! Thwack! Smack! "Aiiee! Oh God! You're killing me!" Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! "My bottom, my poor bottom!" Thwack! Thwack! "You're peeling the skin off it, I know…" Thwack! "… you are." Thwack! Thwack!

The Chief sort of smiled at this, but kept right on beating her ass. I don't know if she was aware of it or not, or even if she cared at that point, but the way her legs were flailing around she was displaying all of her innermost secrets. She'd kept everybody but the Chief from seeing them before, but now her cunt and asshole were fully exposed to all of us.

Thwack! "Oh God, I can't take any more!" Thwack! "Please give me another chance," Thwack! "Please let me dance for you!" Thwack!

"You can't strip any more, Mrs. Broaddus. You're naked. Your clothes were ripped off of you, remember?" Thwack! Thwack! "And that's what the dance was all about."

"Oh God, please stop beating me." Thwack! "My bottom is burning so bad." Thwack! Thwack! "I've, I've got more clothes, really I do." Thwack! "Oh, oh, oh please, I'll go put them on and then I'll strip for you." Thwack! Thwack! "I'll do anything you want, really I will."

Thwack! "No, I don't think so, Mrs. Broaddus. I think you're going to do anything I want anyway. Now you just lie here and be patient. I'll be through in a little while."

Angela sort of gave up at that. But she sure didn't quit screaming or flailing about. She'd shown us her cunt before. Now she was showing us the inside of it.

When the Chief finished her spanking, her entire bottom was cherry red and she had been reduced to whimpering and weeping.

Holding her in position, the Chief began massaging the buttocks he had so recently punished. Under this gentle touch, Angela's ass began to move involuntarily in time with his rubbing, but she was really moving it when he ran his fingers down her slit. She was still sobbing and whimpering, but she was grinding her crotch against his leg. "See how responsive she is," the Chief told his squaw. "And look at her snatch. It's dripping and begging me to stick something in it. But not now. She didn't want to play, so now she has to pay. Take her and feed her to the ants. They should keep this twat nice and warm until we're ready for her."

Blushing deeply at the way her body had betrayed her, Angela was led to the edge of the circle where she was staked out, face down in the dirt and spreadeagled. I don't think it was lost on Angela that in this position, her ass was available to them for whatever they might want to use it for, whether it was another whipping or sticking something in it. Nonetheless, I think it was a real surprise when she found out what they had planned for her. One of the Indians had found our supplies and handed the squaw a jar of syrup which she poured down the crack of her ass and rubbed all over her pussy – "just to sweeten it up a bit".

While they had been staking her out, one of the squaws had been busy with Bromley. Cutting his prick off, she carried it over to where Angela was, stuffed it in her mouth and tied it in place with a bit of her ruined clothing.

Leaving the woman in her misery, with ants already crawling over her cunt and the dead prick filling her mouth, the Chief called for Mrs. Bromley.

"Oh no," she cried. "Haven't you done enough with poor Angela? Why do you need me too?"

"Come along now, Mrs. Bromley. You wouldn't want her to suffer alone, would you? You know what they say, 'misery loves company', so get down here and quit blubbering."

Sobbing, Agnes Bromley picked her way down the hill to where the Chief was. Like he had with Angela, he explained in detail what he wanted her to do.

"Oh God, please no!" she wept. "Shoot me, let me join my husband, but please don't strip me of my dignity."

Her begging did no good at all, other than getting her out of having to dance. The squaws had learned how effective the knife was at removing clothes, so she was probably stripped even faster than Angela had been. In less time than it would have taken me to say "Agnes, take your clothes off," she was just as naked as Angela was. And just like Angela had been, she was shown off to everyone in the circle, and then presented to the Chief. Her short, plump body didn't look bad at all. None of those rolls of fat I had expected. She was just a smooth pudgy body with tits and a cunt. Or she would have been smooth if it hadn't been for her cunt hair. Her snatch was thickly covered with the most incredible mass of pubic hair I had ever seen. The curly hairs even covered her lower belly and part of the inside of her legs. It was literally a pelt. Of course the Chief had her spread her legs so everyone could see and feel it. After she had been thoroughly poked and prodded, just to make sure there really was a pussy under all that hair, the Chief addressed her.

"Mrs. Broaddus got the spanking, Agnes. So you're going to get to show us how the whipping is done."

Agnes' jaw went slack. She'd been speechless ever since they started stripping her, but now she truly didn't know what to say. She was sure she wasn't going to be showing anyone how a whipping was done. Rather, they were going to be showing her. And she knew it was going to be on her body that she was shown. She was already screaming as the braves carried her over to a nearby tree. Her wrists were tied together and the rope was thrown over a branch of the tree. Then Agnes was hauled up until her feet were dangling off of the ground. I hate to admit it, but Agnes looked even better like this. Stretched out the way she was, her body had more shape and wasn't quite so round. Her arms pulled over her head like they were caused her tits to stick straight out. Like I said before, she'd lost a lot of weight since we left St. Louis, but a few more pounds would be all right. I had no doubt that by the time this ordeal was over she would have lost that and then some. Hell, if we ever got back to civilization, she'd probably be a damn good looking woman.