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PT 56: Spanked To Sleep
You escape to the bathroom and take a shower. It feels amazing, the best shower you’ve had in recent memory. The hot water relaxes your muscles and soothes a lot of your stress away. When you emerge, you’re glad to slip into something clean, even though it is Grisham’s oversized shirt.
When you leave the bathroom, Grisham is sitting on the bed, her legs spread, her hands clasped between her long thighs. She gives you a look that leaves you feeling flushed and confused.
“C’mere,” she says, crooking her finger at you.
You let out a whimper, but you’re too tired to disobey and start another fight, and you know Grisham could catch you easily. You walk toward her slowly, hoping that your night isn’t going to take yet another turn for the worse. The moment you’re in range, she reaches out, takes you by the hand and draws you between her legs. She’s so much taller than you, and so much stronger and both those facts are very apparent now more than ever as you stand vulnerable, naked under the shirt.
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How To Catch a Cowgirl | Lesbian Western, PT 7: The Boss of Who?
Hello dear readers 🙂 Hope you’re enjoying reading along with this series. We’ve just reached chapter two in the tale of Tamsan and Anna.
Chapter Two
The next day started at the crack of dawn. When Anna opened her eyes Tamsan was already up making coffee in her little kitchenette wearing nothing but an unbuttoned shirt and tight white panties. The morning light was hitting her face, making her loose shaggy hair glow like a mane.
“Hey,” Anna said, her voice cracking and groggy. A few drinks and a late night were not the ingredients one needed for waking up in good order.
“Hey,” Tamsan said, turning to face her. “Coffee?”
“Please.”
Tamsan came to sit on the bed, her long thigh alluringly bare as she passed Anna a cup. “You sleep like the dead.”
“Not usually,” Anna said. “Usually I’m up half the night.”
Tamsan winked and chuckled. “You were up half the night.”
“True,” Anna agreed, setting her coffee aside and instead reaching for Tamsan’s leg to trace her fingers across the smooth skin of her inner thigh.
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How To Catch a Cowgirl | Lesbian Western, PT 6: Touch
After helping her dismount, Tamsan took her by the hands and drew her into the one roomed cabin where she lived. Once inside, clothes were discarded along with cares. Tamsan’s naked body was a wonder to behold. She was slim and athletic, with a toned midsection which evoked both admiration and lust in Anna. Her limbs were long and graceful, her arms well shaped with musculature that came from hard work, not time in a gym. Anna was softer in figure, curved and rounded, but they fit together as if they had been made for one another as they embraced first standing up, then laying back on the soft blanket which covered Tamsan’s bed.
Flat on her back, Anna spread herself to accommodate her lover between her thighs. Tamsan was truly stunningly beautiful, especially with her long flowing blonde hair cascading in twin falls on either side of her head, boxing them in a sensual space.
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How To Catch a Cowgirl | Lesbian Western, PT 5: A Handful
Anna smiled into her beer. “I was a handful when I was younger. Maybe a few of them knew me then.”
“I’d say they did,” Tamsan said. “They’ve been waiting for you to go off the rails since you got here.”
“Well I’d hate to disappoint them,” Anna said. “What should I do? Dance naked on the table? Set a trash can on fire? Rustle a couple head of cattle?”
“I wouldn’t recommend any of those options,” Tamsan said, a hint of sternness sneaking back into her tone. “You can have fun without being a hot mess.”
“What are your suggestions then?”
Tamsan beckoned Anna forward and lowered her voice to a sultry drawl. “You could kiss me.”
Anna’s eyes widened. She wanted to kiss Tamsan, but the direct approach left her somewhat on the back foot. Her lips parted once, twice as she tried to find the words. Then it didn’t matter anymore. It didn’t matter because Tamsan had reached forward, hooked her fingers inside Anna’s shirt and drawn her forward into a warm, soft kiss which made Anna’s sense and objections and thoughts melt into a hot honey goo which trickled down her spine and settled in her loins.
She was swooning when Tamsan broke the kiss and smiled softly. “Or I could kiss you.”
“Mhm, again,” Anna murmured, moving forward to contact Tamsan’s mouth again. The woman tasted like salt and lust, lightly tinged with beer. She kissed as competently as she rode, with assuredness and care which Anna could feel in every motion of her lips and tongue.
The kiss broke, but the spell did not. Anna was completely and utterly smitten. She gazed at Tamsan with a dopey expression.
“Wow,” she drawled. “I forgot what a kiss could be like.”
An indulgent smile spread across Tamsan’s face, resulting in two sexy dimples. “Or maybe those fancy city dykes didn’t know how to kiss a girl properly.”
“Maybe,” Anna conceded.
They kissed again. And again. And then Tamsan’s hand was sliding up under Anna’s shirt, cupping her breast over the soft fabric of her bra. And then it was sliding down the soft plane of Anna’s stomach and sliding below the band of her jeans.
Anna took a breath, waiting for Tamsan’s strong, capable fingers to reach the spot that burned for them. But they didn’t. They paused tantalizingly at Anna’s pubic bone.
“Your place or mine?”
“Mine’s closer,” Tamsan said.
Eager to adjourn somewhere more comfortable, Tamsan and Anna went around hand in hand to get the horses.
“You can come up on Cameron with me,” Tamsan said. “You’ve got enough trouble with that horse of yours when you’re sober.”
Anna didn’t argue. Tamsan helped her up, then slid behind her, wrapping one protective arm about her waist. Tex seemed happy to follow their lead, plodding along in their wake as they turned toward the Clusky’s place.
As they rode, the arm around Anna’s waist slid down lower and Tamsan’s fingers brushed across Anna’s jean clad crotch. The pressure was light, but enough to excite. With every step the horse took her clit also rubbed against the seam of her pants. By the time they got back to Tamsan’s cabin she was brimming with need.
How To Catch a Cowgirl | Lesbian Western, PT 4: A Wild Reputation
“I bet,” Anna smiled back. Tamsan seemed knowledgeable in all the right ways. Anna sipped her drink and enjoyed the silence. “You seem different.”
“Different from…”
“The women I’ve dated before. I mean… uh… not that we’re necessarily on a date now, just… uh…” Anna blushed at the verbal hole she’d stumbled into.
Tamsan took a swig of her beer and grinned around the bottle neck, apparently enjoying Anna’s stammering. “Relax,” she said when she lowered the bottle. “I know what you mean.”
“Yeah… uh,” Anna gulped. “So I guess you could say I haven’t had the best of luck.”
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How To Catch a Cowgirl | Lesbian Western, PT 3: Watering Hole
“There,” Tamsan said. “Now we take this wire…”
“Do you work around here? Are you from…”
“The Cluskys hired me this past summer,” Tamsan said. “I’m a ranch hand. Now, can you pay attention here?”
“And you know who I am.”
“Everybody knows who you are. A city girl who ain’t got no business on a ranch, and a lesbian besides,” Tamsan said, mimicking the local drawling accent.
“That’s about right,” Anna said, shrugging. “I’m guessing you disapprove too.”
“You need to learn how to take care of your land and your livestock, aside from that, I’m thrilled you’re here. We need a few more of our kind about the place.”
“Women?”
“Lesbians.”
Anna grinned. Her luck was turning. Usually when she got a crush on someone impossibly hot they turned out to be straight.
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How To Catch a Cowgirl | Lesbian Western, PT 2: Learning Lessons
They were slowly nearing the fence line where the wires were curled away from the posts. The steers wandered through with complete disinterest, leaving only the matter of repairs to deal with.
“Someone cut these,” Tamsan frowned as she dismounted
“Well I’m guessing the cows didn’t chew their way through,” Anna said, distracted by the cute rear in tight jeans displayed before her as Tamsan bent over. As if sensing Anna’s stare, Tamsan looked over her shoulder.
“Sarcastic little thing aren’t you?”
Anna didn’t consider herself a little thing at all, though Tamsan was taller and bigger than her. Anna was of average weight and height. Tamsan was probably a good foot taller than her with proportionate weight – and some decent musculature thrown in for good measure if the glutes were anything to go by. Continue reading
How To Catch a Cowgirl | Lesbian Western, PT 1: Cows Are Brats
How To Catch A Cowgirl, an erotic western lesbian spanking story was originally published a couple years ago, but is now out of digital print, which means you can’t buy it online. (As pointed out by pippin of the indispensable Sapphic Kink.) Which means I’m free to share it here as a series which you can enjoy and follow in your own time and on your own terms.
As chance would have it, it’s a Monday today in much of the world, so I’ll post on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, which seems reasonable. Or pretty close to those days anyway.
How To Catch A Cowgirl
“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” Anna swore and ran her hand through her short cropped blonde hair. Her freckled nose drew up in irritation as she squinted at a dozen or so cow shaped objects. She had been out on the range doing a little riding when she realized that there was a bloody great hole in the fence and no cattle where cattle should definitely be. A bunch of beasts bearing the Sun Ranch brand did seem to be enjoying themselves in the Clusky’s territory though. Brats.
“Come on, Tex,” she said, swinging herself into the saddle of the paint horse who had belonged to her late father. “Let’s go see if we can’t get ’em in.”
Tex nickered and swayed back and forth, stepping from side to side and tossing his head.
“Please,” Anna begged. “Can we not do this now?”
The horse swung around and looked in completely the wrong direction. He wanted to go home. She tugged at the reins, but succeeded only in making him prance back and forth in place.
“Tex!” She growled his name to little avail. After a good minute’s struggle, she managed to get the animal pointing in the right direction. A little application of leg sent him shooting forward like a bullet. Caught off guard by the sudden burst of speed, Anna dropped the reins and clung to his mane instead.
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