Her face was flushed, her hair in disarray and her voice weak from all the pleas for mercy and cries for help that she had been uttering throughout the first part of this session. I, however, was far from finished and had decided that this was an excellent time to reacquaint her with the virtues of good behavior and obedience.

I put the slat down next to me and, reaching around to the front of her jeans, unsnapped the waist and unzipped the zipper. I then proceeded, despite her protests, to drag them down to a position just above "half mast". This left her with only a pair of white nylon panties for protection.

As I reached for the slat with my right hand I admired the view and the progress attained thus far.

The panties were tight and brief so they did little to conceal the charms they contained. Her behind was dark pink, reflecting the effect of the spanks delivered over her jeans. There was the slightest hint of her feminine charms showing through the material and I could swear that there was also a hint of moisture there as well.

I commenced the paddling again and immediately noticed a marked change in the sound of the wood on her behind and her reaction to it. The sounds of the smacks rang through the barn and her pleas for mercy continued at an even higher pitch. Her attempts to free herself from my grasp and wriggle off of my lap intensified and I had my hands full. I continued to spank her and didn’t try to use any set pattern. I simply smacked the first spot that became available and didn’t neglect the tops of her thighs.

I continued this phase of the spanking for another 25 or so smacks and then, after putting the slat down next to me, paused again.

Her pantied, soon-to-be-bared, bottom, was bright red and clearly reflected the minimal protection that her panties offered. She looked like three miles of bad road, her hair totally messed up, face stained with tears and voice hoarse from crying and begging for me to quit.

I then proceeded to the third stage of the spanking. I grasped the waistband of her panties with my right hand and slowly pulled them down to a position in the middle of her thighs. As I pulled them down I could feel the heat radiating from her blistered fanny and truly enjoyed the sight of her cute bottom as it was revealed to my eager eyes.

I ran my hand up the inside of her thighs as I returned to her waist and lightly caressed her. She squirmed and moaned and thrust her behind against my fingers.

I picked up the slat and commenced again. The final 25 smacks covered her entire bottom and upper thighs. She continued to twist and turn, desperately trying to escape the spanks and promising to behave, now and forever more.

I set the slat down for the last time and released her wrists. She climbed painfully from my lap, disregarded the fact that her jeans and panties were still around her knees and thighs, and proceeded to rub her bottom with both hands while jumping around the floor.

I, needless to say, thoroughly enjoyed this part of the spanking and finally brought it to a halt by sitting her on my lap and comforting her. It ended with us making passionate love, she bent over the hay bale and me behind her.

The only down side to the entire afternoon was that we had to walk the horses back to the house. For some reason, she couldn’t "bare" to sit on her horse...  Rhett, Atlanta, Georgia

Rhett? Atlanta? A gentle ride ending up with a Southern belle getting her deserving derriere dusted? Oh my!   Thanks for the fantastic letter, "Rhett."  As I suspect you intended, this "Gone With The Wind" fan couldn't stop images of Clark Gable giving Janet Leigh the spanking she so richly deserved from flashing through her head as she read your fantastic letter. Thanks again!