Cheyenne's Barn Thrashing - cont'd

Sorry everyone. I didn't realize I never published this. 

Cheyenne bucked desperately, hands gripping at the cloth thrown over the hay bales. Her cries had turned to howls as Edward laid on stripe after stripe. She at least knew better than to try and cover her butt with her hands so she clung as tight as she could to the cloth. Tears ran down her face as she begged, begged for him to stop. First it was stop, then she promised to be a good girl, then she just had the strength to say please.

Finally it was over and she slumped over the bale, weeping, exhausted, fire raging across her ass. Both cheeks and some of her thighs were criss crossed with an angry red patchwork of dark red lines. The red halos of fire surrounding each stripe combined to make her ass a brilliant red and a few weals rose on the once smooth skin. She sobbed into the blanked as she lay exhausted, arms and legs limp. Behind her she heard Edward cleaning up the switches and moving things around. The sounds seemed so distant as she slowly gathered her strength. Finally she struggled up, heedless of her nakedness.

As she stood she gingerly rubbed her bottom and gasped. Even the slightest touch seemed to renew the burn. Tears meandered down her face as she sniffled and faced Edward who gazed at her impassively.

"Seems like someone has learned her lesson", Edwards drawled out.

Cheyenne nodded. She didn't have anything to say at this point. All thoughts were occupied by her hands gingerly rubbing the fire from her bottom.

"Why Cheyenne? Why?" Edward asked suddenly. "I thought we had an understanding." He looked a bit hurt.

Cheyenne shook her head and looked down. She couldn't face him. She could barely respond. "I, I'm sorry." she said plaintively. "I just got afraid. I thought maybe it was better if you weren't around."

"Weren't around?" Edward's voice rose. "This is how you treat people who care for you? All because you're afraid of getting too close?" Now his anger could be seen on his brow as they furrowed trying to understand her actions. "Did you write that letter and put it in my mailbox? The one that claimed to be from Sanderson Ranch in Montana?" Edward knew the answer but he had to hear it from her.

Cheyenne shook her head while inwardly she quailed. The letter! She almost forgot! She had written up a letter weeks ago pretending to be a different ranch and asking to see Edward about a job. But he had to come quickly as they were in a bind. She wasn't thinking back then. Just unable to handle her own feelings and thought the solution was for Edward to leave.

"Cheyenne..." Edward growled. He knew who did it. Cheyenne worked in the office and handled all the paperwork for the ranch. Her uncle owned it and worked it but she was the sole administrator. She dealt with the lawyers, the accountants, the vendors. Even if she didn't have a hand in it she would know who did. Every piece of paper for the ranch passed through her hands. "You best be explaining things now."

Cheyenne shook her head again. She was like a deer in the headlights. She could barely think with her recently welted bottom and the conflicted emotions running through her. Throw on the humiliation of being interrogated naked in the barn with ranch hands hearing everything from outside and it was a wonder she could respond to anything. But that was it. The only answer she could give was an admission of guilt. But that would result in another spanking. But trying to lie was impossible too. As a result, her brain just shut down. She backed up a step, afraid of what was going to happen.

Edward grasped her arm before she could back any further. He easily dragged her back to the hay bales and sat down, pulling her over his lap.

She gave out a frightened cry as she felt herself placed in that all too familiar position. Rough work jeans scraped her thighs as Edward adjusted her over his lap. "No! Edward, please! Stop!" she tried to push up but couldn't compare to his strength. Her feet kicked helplessly until she remembered she was naked. Then she clamped her legs together as best she could and tried to squirm away.

Edward was not bothered in the least. Soon as he got her comfortable over his lap and briefly admiring his earlier work with the switches he raised his hand and brought it down with a loud *smack* on her buttock. Cheyenne immediately kicked and let out a gasp. Fresh from the switching a feather would hurt never mind a calloused work hand. Edward wasted no time in spanking her further. He varied his smacks, alternating cheeks, going down across the sit spot then coming back up, striking the same spot several times. Each spank gave off a satisfying smack and Cheyenne bucked desperately her voice raising back to a howl. Feet kicked helplessly, any thoughts of modesty forgotten as the fire raged across her ass.

"Did you send the letter." Edward asked again as he paused the spanking. He easily held her over his lap.

Cheyenne was besides herself. Her bottom hurt so much! She sobbed even as she admitted she had. Edward gave her some more spanks, these delivered with extra umpf behind them. Cheyenne wailed and arched her back.

"Do you think it's right to abandon your friends? To get rid of them?" Edward asked. His hand rested on her twitching bottom.

Cheyenne could barely think. She had to get out of this but the only way out was through more spanking. "Please Edward. I'm soo sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. OW! OW! OWWW!!"

Edward had given her a few more hearty spanks. "Answer the question," he said grimly. He was in no mood for anything but complete compliance.

"No," Cheyenne sobbed. "No. I'm sorry," she steeled herself for what was to come.

Sure enough Edward released another volley of spanks across her scarlet cheeks. Now Cheyenne couldn't even cry out. She was hanging on for dear life, gasping with each spank. She barely realized she was begging for forgiveness. Begging with all she had. Finally he stopped. 

Cheyenne laid there for a bit, slumped over his lap. She was still crying when he helped her stand. Now he was gentle. He stood her up and she managed to pull her dress over her head. Luckily the sundress was a mere wisp of cloth. He took her in his arms as she cried. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," was all she could say.

He didn't reply as they walked out of the barn.