4
TENNESSEE
There was something wrong with me. Surely, there must be something deficient in my nature. I’d been spanked by a man I barely knew and while it had hurt… it had also felt incredibly good. No spanking should feel good. In fact, I’d never experienced anything like it before. I still felt it. While my bottom stung from Mr. Wells’ ministrations, it was between my thighs that held my focus at the moment. I actually ached. Not from discomfort, but from some unknown need. A craving.
The motion of the horse did nothing to soothe me. In fact, it offered quite the opposite effect. The sway had me shifting in the saddle, my… p***y, as the men had called it, rubbing against the saddle. And behind me, I couldn’t miss the feel of Mr. Wells’ hard body. His arm even wrapped about my waist t
