Bull Riding: Part 4 -- Angie's Punishment Spanking

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Despite his threats and her love for him, Angie came very close to running out of the little motor home she shared with Kyle. She was afraid, not so much of him or what he was planning to do, but more of what he must think of her now, and of how the punishment was sure to affect their relationship. She'd never had a punishment spanking before, and she feared it would damper her taste for the erotic spankings she enjoyed.

But when Kyle returned over an hour later, Angie was where he had left her, her nose in the corner. She was crying so softly he didn't even hear her at first. He was actually sort of glad for the interruption because the time away had given him a chance to cool off a bit. He knew better than to have spanked Angie when he was angry, but he hadn't been thinking. He was calm now.

"Angela," he said, sitting wearily on the edge of the bed where they had made such sweet love just the previous night. "Come over here please."

His fiancee turned from the corner and came to stand in front of him. She looked like the little girl he remembered from the first day he had met her, hair all tousled and eyes red rimmed and watery. She'd always been in trouble with her brothers. He'd covered for her and stuck up for her with them more times than he could count. Now, he wondered for the first time if maybe he hadn't been doing her a favor after all by that. Maybe if she hadn't gotten away with so much, with his help no less, she wouldn't still be trying crazy things like the stunt from that afternoon.

She wouldn't look at him, so he lifted her chin with his fingers and made her meet his eyes that way. Before he had a chance to say a word, she burst out: "Please don't spank me like this, Kyle! Please! I'm sorry! I won't do it again!"

Kyle leaned back and rested his hands on his jeaned legs. "You promised me once that you wouldn't do this at all..."

"I know... I'm sorry I broke my promise. But...."

He leaned his head to one side to met her eyes, which she had once again averted. "'But' what, baby?"

She hesitated and her cheeks flooded with color. He realized she was embarrassed and he was shocked. He'd never seen her embarrassed as long as he'd known her. Not even the time her oldest brother had spanked her bare bottom right in front of him.

"This is so different from the other... times. I don't want it to change things. Please..."

Kyle sighed and interrupted her worries by framing her tear streaked face with his hands. "Nothing's changing, darlin. I love you and that's never gonna change. It's not like after tonight I'm gonna start whooping your butt all the time." He paused and kissed her forehead. "You're right, though. This time is different. And its going to hurt -- I mean for it to. Maybe the next time you think of doing something this crazy you'll remember this spanking and you won't do it. That's what I hope will happen. I love you too much to just look the other way when you do things like this."

He wiped a few fresh tears away with his thumbs, still holding her face in his hands. "We're going to do this, and that will wipe the slate clean. Okay?"

Angie didn't say anything."Angela, if you're not okay with this you have to tell me. If that's the case, I'll callone of your brothers to come and get you."

Her eyes shot up in shock at these words. "But if you stay with me honey, you'll have to accept this. I'm going to keep my promise. And any time in the future when you need it, I'll do the same thing. Understand?"

She nodded. "I don't want you to call any of my brothers. I don't want to go home with them."

He had figured as much, but felt he had to give her the opportunity anyway. "I'm glad," he said, smiling. "Let's do this then." His hands dropped from her face to the button on her jeans and began to work it open.

"Bare?" Her voice was hardly a whisper.

"Yes sweetheart. You wouldn't feel very much through these jeans, would you?"

Actually Angie was already plenty sore on her backside from her jostling rounds on the bulls, but she didn't argue. She had a feeling he wouldn't give her much mercy on that basis anyway.

As if in a dream, Angie watched her handsome fiancé unzip her jeans and push them down her hips. She stepped out of them. He guided her across his lap as gently as he had any other time and she had a weird sense of deja vu.

Then the first spank landed and any misconceptions she had about the spanking were gone that fast. There had been no caresses, no teasing words, or gentle tickling, just one hard smack that made her cry out. He paid no attention to that, and without hardly any pause, raised his hand and spanked her again. And again. And again.

There was hardly the space of a heartbeat between slaps and Angie, who was already crying, soon lay over his lap sobbing her heart out. She blubbered inarticulate apologies and promises to be a good girl. Kyle just spanked away without saying a word.

Finally, he paused and rubbed the tender flesh, showing pink through the material of her panties. He said: "I hope you know I am doing this because I love you, Angela Karen. When I saw you today on that bull I thought I might lose you. I know you had a good ride, but I didn't see that. I saw all the possible bad rides that could have happened, and I saw myself next to your hospital bed or beside your grave. You're too important to me and I couldn't take it if I lost you."

The gently spoken words sank into Angie's already guilty conscience. She cried harder now than she had during the spanking. She made a silent promise then and there to herself and to Kyle. She would never make him feel those things again.

Her fiancé used his thumb and forefinger to rub his own watery eyes for a moment, then took a deep breath. "Okay, baby. That was your spanking for going up on Junior. You have two more coming to you, one for lying to me, and the other for breaking your promise."

Angie was surprised by this bit of news, having thought that he might just decide to take it easy on her. It felt like he must have given her a dozen for every second she'd been on that damn bull; her bottom already felt like it was on fire. She didn't try to argue with him though. In a way, she did need this. She would be punished for everything, and then the slate would be clean, as Kyle had said. She almost welcomed it.

Kyle reached into the waistband of Angie's white lace panties and then tugged them down to her knees. Her perky heart shaped bottom, pinkened and pretty, looked up at him. He smoothed one hand over it, then began again.

Kyle spanked her slowly, thirty swats. Angie couldn't help herself at this point, and she gave a little squeal with each slap. When he reached thirty, he told her that all she had left was the spanking for breaking her promise. Then he scissored her protesting, kicking legs between his own, elevating her bottom higher over his right knee and began again.

Angie gritted her teeth and cried out as the last spanking was administered, staring through her tears at his boots. He held nothing back, spanking her as rapidly as he had the first time, his hand having obviously not grown tired. He spanked harder than any of her brother ever had. In fact, this was the worse spanking of her life. She was exhausted from struggling, though and as he was finishing up, she was limp and sobbing over his knee.

After he stopped, she lay there a few moments. He lifted her up and she settled tenderly on his lap. Kyle cuddled Angie to his chest and rocked her tears away. He soothed her with gentle caresses and told her how much he loved her and wanted to build a wonderful life with her. She clung to his shoulder telling him over and over how sorry she was.

"Shh. It's over now, baby. All is forgiven. Shh."

When her tears were finally all gone, and her breathing had calmed, Kyle helped her to lay down on the bed, her hot bottom up to the cool air in the room. He kissed her temple as she closed her eyes.

Angie heard Kyle saying something about going out to get dinner, then she fell asleep. She dreamed of a big farmhouse with scores of horses and calves in the pasture. Little girls and boys with bright blue eyes and heads of wheat gold hair ran around her kitchen and an apple pie cooled on the counter.

From the barn, her handsome cowboy strode towards the house, all muscles and sweat, his Stetson dusty and his hair curling at his nape. His cowboy boots sounded on the linoleum of the kitchen floor and the children ran to him. He grinned as he hugged and tickled them, being sure to give all the girls a good dose of dust and a swat to the bottom to chase them away. He winked at his pretty wife and crossed the distance between them with a definite purpose in his eye.

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