You're punished.

"Oh God don't hurt me!" you wail in panic as the big man lets his gaze wander over your naked body. His son stands behind him, his face a mask of eagerness, but whether the eagerness is for hurting you or fucking you you're not sure. You're trembling, your hands futilely trying to cover your lush nakedness, your chin wobbling as you try to control your tears.

"What about the other one, Pa?" the young woman asks speaking for the first time. "What'll we do with him?"

"Leave him tied up for now. You can handle him. If he causes trouble, cut his balls off," the big man chuckles, at Jack's horrified face, his children joining in his laughter.

Still chuckling, he turns his eyes back towards you.

"Time to teach this daughter to mind her daddy," he says with a grin, stepping forward with surprising quickness and seizing your wrist. With ease he pulls you towards him, propping his shotgun against a hay bale as he manhandles your squirming body. You're squealing with fright, flailing at him with your free hand but accomplishing nothing. He chuckles, sitting down on the hay bale where you were just fucked, and drags you over his lap, holding you there, your naked legs kicking helplessly.

"Please! Stop! Please!" you shriek as he holds you down, then you shriek louder as his calloused hand smacks against your naked rump.

"Oh God don't spank me!" you beg. "Please!" Your words have absolutely no effect on him. He spanks your ass with a steady rhythm, alternating ass cheeks, each stinging slap sending tremors through your body. Tremors of pain, and tremors of growing arousal.

You've always been excited by spanking. A few boyfriends have play spanked you and it awoke an insane lustful need in you. You virtually **** them, and though they loved it, they didn't seem to figure out the cause, and you were too shy to tell them.

None of them ever spanked you like this, however. The big man's hand is as hard as leather, and he's not playing, but spanking you in punishment. Somehow that's even more exciting than the play spanking you've experienced before and you find yourself squirming on his lap, gasping with each blow.

"You gonna learn to mind your Daddy girl. Gonna teach you not to run out to the barn to rut with some city fella. Gonna teach you not to give up your cooch so easy."

"I'm sorry," you wail, squealing and squirming. "I'm so sorry Daddy!" The word is out of your mouth before you even realize it, but somehow it feels right.

Feels good in fact.