by DJ Black
El Lobo, as she liked to style herself, skipped sassily down the main street. Although no one dared tell her, the hat she wore was way too big and the leather cowboy chaps were an obscenity, worn as they were over her too tight denims that left nothing to the imagination. So tight were they, at first glance or in poor light, it looked as though she was naked under the chaps.
Even without a corset her waist was so narrow, a large woman, never mind a man, could put their hands around it. This so contrasted with her hips that if it wasn't for the split of her buttocks, she would look like a billiard ball on legs.
If her mother wasn't already dead she would have died of shame. To cap it all the sassy 18-year-old brandished a gun at the least excuse and was said to be able to shoot a pigeon's eye at 50 paces. Not that she ever had, but no one was going to put it to the test.
All this would have been scandal enough in any place and age, but this was One Tree Arizona in the year of our Lord 1888.
"I'm not afraid of you Marcie Graham," the old woman on the street corner said sharply, thoroughly scandalised, "if you were my daughter I would take a switch to you until you couldn't sit for a month."
"I told you not to call me that," El Lobo sneered her second best sneer. Then she spat so that a gobbet landed at the woman's feet.
"The idea," the woman harrumphed and hurried away.
El Lobo went snake-eyed and scanned the street. The remark about the switch made her blush and if anyone noticed it wouldn't do her reputation much good.
After a moment she satisfied herself that no one had seen or heard the conversation so she relaxed and sauntered on.
Bryant stretched out on the bed and yawned. Time to get up, he thought. The whore next to him was still asleep, which was surprising given how mercenary she had been the night before. Doubly surprising considering that he had spanked her for excessive sass.
"Hey girl." He poked her, faintly embarrassed that he had forgotten her name. It was bad enough that he went with whores, but to disrespect them by forgetting their names was doubly bad.
"What you want honey?" she croaked. "You want a freebee?"
"I ain't got time," he replied drawing down the sheets.
She was gloriously naked. All-in-all a good looking whore, he realised.
"Not even if you get to spank me first. I don't mind," she leered.
"You minded well enough last night."
"I sure did. But I loved minding it. That's the fun part, honey. You tamed me now."
"Maybe I'll take my belt to you. See how you like that."
She grinned and then got on all fours and presented him with her bare backside.
"I dare you," she said huskily.
"Maybe I have time at that," he breathed, reaching for his belt. "And then I'll provide breakfast."
"Ooh, what's to eat?"
"Sausage," he growled striking her across her upturned bottom with his belt.
The yell could be heard all the way to the saloon below.
Erin Bailey coaxed her horse up the rise. It was always slow in the mornings and it, like her, didn't much like sleeping in the open. Maybe tonight she would find a town, she hoped. Then she laughed.
"A town?" she muttered. The landscape was rugged, red and rocky, there was no town for many miles. It was days like these that she almost missed the farm. Almost.
As she thought back she dusted down her thighs as she assessed the trail ahead. Pants, she thought. One of the things that Ma would not tolerate on the farm was girls wearing pants.
But sometimes back home it was impossible not to run afoul of Ma. Get mud on your dress, Ma would cut a switch. Get caught stripped down so as not to get mud on your dress, Ma would cut a switch. Put on a pair of Pa's old dungarees for working in, Ma would cut switch. Answer her back, Ma would tan your hind end with Pa's old razor strap and then go cut a switch.
Erin remembered one time she came home from rounding up some stragglers. She had been careful to change out of her pants and back into gingham before returning home, although without the pants on she had led the mount for the last part.
On arriving, her sister Betsy and cousin Cindy-Lou were hind end up over the rail with their drawers down get a whaling form Ma. Judging from the state of their bottoms, puce with no little blistering, Ma had been at it some time.
"Don't just stand there," Ma had growled, "go cut me a parcel of switches and then get your bare backside over the rail aside these 'un."
"Whaa... Ma? What have I done?"
"Girl, you done plenty, but I can see from the way you are walking in that nice clean dress that you either been, lazy, riding herd nekkid or in Pa's old pants again, so get your hiney over here."
That was Ma, there was no way to win.
She remembered one time after Sunday church. She was standing to face the scullery wall next to Becky, both with their drawers down and skirts up after a long wailing with the switch, when she had plucked up the courage to ask, "Ma, how'd you know we'd been fighting?"
"It's what sisters do after sitting in church all bored of a Sunday," she had replied.
"You mean you didn't know and you switched us anyway?"
"You saying you weren't fighting?"
"No Ma, we were, but..."
"There you are then, a switching deserved. More harm in not giving a whopping due than letting something slide in my book," Ma had said.
That was Ma.
Erin was in mid chuckle when she finally topped the rise.
"Well blow me," she exclaimed, "if it ain't a town after all."
There below her was One Tree.
Pearl Prim, or Prim and Proper as the townsfolk called her behind her back, was on the war path. The night before some of the men fresh out of the saloon had shot up the town. Well maybe one shot had skidded into the sign over the post office, but wasn't the point. One Tree was a respectable town. On waking, Pearl had found that someone had also been at her vegetable garden, so it was in a confrontational mood that Pearl headed down to find the sheriff.
'Gone fishing', the sign on his door read.
"Guess he didn't want to mess with either one of us huh," El Lobo sneered behind the increasingly frustrated Pearl.
"Don't speak to me you, you harlot, you scandalous..." Pearl fumed, not able to get the words out.
"Don't hold back will you, say what you mean." El Lobo grinned as she pulled her six gun and practiced her twirl menacingly.
"If you were any kin of mine, I would paddle your rear until you couldn't sit down for a week, a month even."
"I guess it's just as well that you ain't no kin of mine then."
"Ooh," Pearl said, flustered, and flounced off.
Meanwhile at the other end of town Erin had reached the first of the town buildings.
'One Tree, Pop. 267', the sign had read.
"Figures," Erin snorted, "it looks like a one tree town."
She dismounted to let the horse rest and led the creature up the shady side of the street.
Pearl frustrated in her attempt to get the better of young Marcie Graham and finding both the salon and sheriff's office closed she had decided to find the town's preacher for some sympathy.
That's when she saw Erin walking up the street as brazen as you please wearing pants like that no good Marcie Graham.
"You, I say you there," Pearl sniped. "Who do you think you are? This is a respectable town."
"Well ain't that something," Erin snorted. "I'm mighty glad it's something. There was I thinking it looked like a whole lot of nothing to me."
"Why...? How dare you," Pearl spluttered, lunging at Erin and striking her about with her parasol.
"Hey get off me, lady," Erin complained doing her best to shield herself.
"Get out of this town you... trash," Pearl screeched.
"Hey cut that out," Erin yelped.
If anything, Erin's seeming retreat, only encouraged Pearl to intensify her attack.
"If you don't quit I'll..."
"Don't you threaten me," Pearl spat angrily.
"Ok lady, you asked for it."
Erin snatched the parasol away and tossed it to the wind. Then seizing the struggling Pearl she dragged over to the boardwalk of the nearby store. Then sitting on a molasses barrel she pulled the protesting Pearl over her knee and began to unravel the layers of her skirts.
"What are you doing? Put me down this instant," Pearl was beside herself, having never been treated so.
It took a few moments for Erin to navigate her foe's finery, by which time a small crowd had gathered in the street.
"She's wearing spotted drawers," one of the men guffawed.
"Shame on you," Erin mocked. "My Ma would have taken a switch to me for wearing such things."
"How dare you I'll... put me down this very minute or I'll..." Pearl continued to bluster.
Then her eyes went wide in horror for the final indignity. She felt Erin loosen the neat bows at her waist and in a moment her drawers fluttered down past her knees exposing her bare bottom to the eyes of the town.
The gathered townsfolk erupted into open laughter and several began slapping their sides.
"What a pert little bottom you have," Erin observed. "I do believe that you are not one day over 30, no wonder you are an old maid, dressing like my grandmother. Apart from the drawers that is, such a scandal."
Then Erin began to spank the errant bare bottom over her knee with the kind of gusto that 32 years under Ma's hand had taught her.
"Oouch... please don't," Pearl wailed.
It was too late for apologies, Erin thought as she set about turning the moon-white bottom to a vivid red.
Overcome by the shame and the sting in her bottom, Pearl began to bawl like a baby.
"I'm sorry, I'm soreeee," she blubbered over again during the course of the next 10 minutes.
"Now Miss whatever your name is," Erin began after a pause in the spanking, "are you going to be a good girl?"
"What?" Pearl wondered what new indignity was about to befall her.
Erin spanked her again hard.
"Are you going to be a good girl?"
"Yes," Pearl squeaked.
"Then let me hear you say it."
"I'll be a good girl," Pearl said woodenly.
"Louder."
"I'll be a good girl." The town erupted in fresh laugher at this.
"Now I want you to stand up with your nose on that plank here on this boardwalk. And mind you keep your skirts held up in back," Erin instructed.
"What?" Pearl gasped.
Erin resumed the spanking.
"Yes alright, please."
"Ok," Erin said setting her conquest on her feet. "Mind me know or I'll have you cut a switch and we will begin again, do you hear?"
"Yes," Pearl said meekly. She could not believe this was happening, but she certainly didn't want any more attention from this wild woman. So with a deep breath she tottered over to the plank wall and put her nose on a knot she found there.
Erin pointedly examined Pearl's red bottom and then sauntered on, leaving the poor woman on display on what had to be the most humiliating day of her life.
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