This working camp was stupid. I hated it. Why we had to watch sheep being shorn, bulls being lassoed and cows milked was beyond me. It was a ridiculous waste of time.
While everyone was focused on the activities I decided to sneak down to the barn, smoke a joint and relax. Lying on the soft straw was as close to nature as I wanted to get.
‘And what do you think you’re doing?’ a voice in the stall next to where I was lying spoke.
‘I ... er ...’ I wasn’t sure what to say. Didn’t know who it was.
‘You’d get into so much trouble if I told anyone you were smoking down here. One spark and this whole barn would go up.’
It was one of the owner’s daughters. She looked butch and she was eyeing me like she was interested. I thought I’d bait her, see how far she’d go.
‘Well maybe you should punish me then,’ I said smugly.
‘You know I think I’ll do just that. Get over here.’
With the cigarette dangling from my lips I sauntered over. Snatching it out of my mouth, she drew on it before extinguishing it in a bucket of water and then grabbed me by the arm.
‘Get in there,’ she said, pointing to someone’s quarters.
As she slammed the door shut I took a quick look around. The room was neat and sparsely furnished. A chair, single bed, small table and a cupboard. I tried not to giggle as I looked back at her.
‘You think this is funny, do you?’ she asked.
‘Well ... yeah,’ I muttered.
‘Take your clothes off,’ she ordered.
‘What?’ I hadn’t counted on her being so forward, so keen.
‘I said take your clothes off and do it now,’ she said picking up a small riding crop that was hanging on the wall. I quickly did as she asked as she slapped the whip into the palm of her hand.
I was excited as I stood there proudly in front of her showing her she couldn’t intimidate me.
‘Now sit on that chair,’ she said.
‘What about I just lie on the bed,’ I said coyly. Being stark naked in front of a stranger was such a turn-on. I wondered what she thought about my body, how it would feel with her hands touching me.
‘I said sit on the chair. Now,’ she said menacingly.
I sat, the cold wood causing goosebumps to appear on my skin.
‘Put your hands behind your back,’ she said giving me a quick slap to the thigh with the whip when I took too long to comply.
The stinging pain shot through me as though zapped by lightning. My pussy began to throb and my nipples hardened. Holding my hands together she lashed rope to them and then secured me to the back of the chair. I was breathing heavily – turned on like never before. She stood behind me, her hands grabbing at my breasts and pinching the flesh cruelly. She pinched the nipples, pulling them hard until I cried out.
‘Quiet,’ she demanded. ‘I don’t want to have to explain why I’m doing this to you if someone walks in.’
Standing in front of me she licked her lips as she placed the whip hard up against my neck, before holding it to my lips.
‘Lick it,’ she said.
I opened my mouth and licked the leather staring up at her.
‘Very good,’ she said.