Down on the Farm 06

Nicole pulled her car out of sight behind the barn. A fast glance at her watch told her that she was running late, so she quickly got out of the car and ran to the back to open the trunk. Stripping off as fast as she could and throwing her clothing and jewelry into the trunk, she reached for her white cowboy hat.She had just placed it on her head when Annabelle said sternly from behind her, ?Why are you late?!!?.Nicole yelped and jumped and then sobbed out quickly, ?There was an accident, the road was blocked.??But why didn?t you arrive naked?!? Annabelle almost snarled. ?An accident didn?t prevent that!??It was still light when I left my apartment,? Nicole wailed. ?People would have seen me! I couldn?t stand that. I was going to stop in the grove and strip off, but I was running late.?Annabelle frowned at her and then said roughly, ?Why four different hats??Nicole looked startled, but quickly said, ?White means a pleasure night; red means pain; black means denial; and the red and white straw hat means pleasure and pain.?Annabelle grabbed the white Stetson off Nicole?s head and threw it back into the trunk. ?Tonight is not going to be a white hat night,? she said curtly as she picked up the red hat.?I think I will wear the hats in this relationship from now on,? she said firmly as she put the red hat on her own head. ?And tonight just became a night of pain.??Will I still get my orgasm? Nicole whimpered, almost begging.?If you accept the pain like a proper little slave cowgirl,? Annabelle answered curtly.Nicole looked shocked but said nothing.?Follow me into the barn,? Annabelle said firmly, ?and bring your duffle bag.??Yes, Mistress Ann,? Nicole said softly as she picked up her bag and followed Annabelle into the barn.?I always like to check out other girls? toys,? Annabelle said sweetly as she rummaged through Nicole?s duffel.She held up a whip that was made of several wide strips of rough cloth. ?What is this?? she said, looking at Nicole. She swished it through the air and added, ?It doesn?t even swing properly. How could it even be felt???It?s supposed to be wet,? Nicole said. ?You soak it in water or oil or even honey. The individual swats don?t hurt that much, but after a while, your whole back or ass or legs or whatever starts turning bright red. I used to have one made out of chamois, but I used honey Esenyurt escort bayan on it and couldn?t get it out.??OK. little naked cowgirl,? Annabelle said almost sweetly, ?stand against the ladder to the loft, and we will try this out. I guess I will have to use water for now.?Nicole stood facing the ladder that led up to the loft.?Hands high above your head!? Annabelle ordered. ?Grab the highest rung you can reach on your tiptoes.?Nicole did as she was ordered and then stood there quivering from the exertion of stretching herself up so far. Annabelle stepped up alongside her and began wrapping strips of leather around her hands and wrists.?These are high quality,? Annabelle said as she wrapped the leather straps snugly around the ladder... and Nicole?s wrists. ?Where?d you get them???I have a friend who does leatherwork for Renaissance Faires,? Nicole replied. ?She gives me her scrap leather.??Would she make a custom whip or flogger?? Annabelle asked.Nicole?s cheeks... on both ends... turned a bright red, and Annabelle laughed. ?I guess you don?t have to answer that one. What was it, a whip or a flogger??Nicole looked down at the ground. Her skin became a deeper shade of red. ?It was a tawse,? she said very softly. ?It?s in the bag.?Annabelle patted Nicole?s asscheeks. ?I?ve never seen a girl who ass-blushed before,? she said, almost laughing. Then she rummaged through the bag and lifted the tawse into the air.?Quality work,? she said as she tapped Nicole lightly on the ass with the tawse. Nicole yelped slightly but said nothing.It was silent in the barn for a short while. Nicole stood staring through the ladder at the area under the loft. There were a variety of odd-looking machines and other stuff stored there. She heard water running and then a loud ?thunk? as a heavy bucket full of water was dropped on the floor directly alongside her.?How long do you have to let it soak?? Annabelle asked.?It saturates pretty quickly,? Nicole said, ?but it doesn?t hold the water. The chamois one was so much better.?She then gasped very loudly. Annabelle had swung the wet whip so that it hit on Nicole?s legs just below her ass. Her gasp wasn?t from pain. The cloth whip didn?t hurt on the first strokes, but it was COLD... very cold.?This has a different feel,? Annabelle said, ?but I Escort Etiler think I can get used to it.?She swung the whip rapidly seven or eight times. Strokes seven and eight were directly across Nicole?s asscheeks.?So, my little naked cowgirl,? Annabelle said, laughing. She laughed again and added, ?... my little wet, naked cowgirl. How many strokes does it take before it starts to hurt??Nicole mumbled an answer, and Annabelle barked out, ?Speak up, slave!??A hundred,? Nicole stuttered out, ?it usually doesn?t start to hurt until around a hundred.??That?s a lot of work,? Annabelle scoffed. ?Who whips you with it???I used to have a friend in college,?* Nicole answered. ?We?d make bets.??And you would usually lose, wouldn?t you?? Annabelle asked as she slowly pulled the wet whip across Nicole?s ass.?Not always,? Nicole replied defensively.?Do you ever use it on yourself?? Annabelle asked as she dunked the whip back into the water.?I can?t use it in my apartment,? Nicole said softly.Annabelle laughed. ?Way too messy,? she said. ?You need someplace like... a barn.?Her voice got very firm. ?Count them, little naked cowgirl. You don?t have to thank me or even say Mistress, but I want a number from each stroke. You understand that???Yes, Mistress Ann,? Nicole answered.Annabelle stood to Nicole?s side and began flailing with the whip. Each stroke made a loud ?splat!? as the wet cloth struck Nicole?s skin. It reminded Annabelle of those couple of times when she whipped Lucille with a wet towel in the shower room at college.Nicole counted every stroke as Annabelle slowly moved up from her ass. When Annabelle reached Nicole?s shoulders, she began moving downward. Every fifteen strokes she would pause slightly to plunge the cloth whip back into the bucket of water.At eighty-eight, Nicole?s back and ass were turning a bright shade of red, and she began grunting slightly with each stroke. At one hundred and thirty, she began begging, ?Please, Mistress Ann, no more, no more.?Annabelle?s only response was, ?Keep the count, slavegirl!?Nicole continued counting, but she was grunting and whining before each count. When the count reached two hundred, Annabelle dropped the whip into the bucket and stepped around in front of Nicole. She reached up and squeezed Nicole?s nipples. Nicole yelped, and Annabelle Eyüp escort gasped very slightly, looking surprised.?You?re dripping milk,? she said firmly. ?Do you have a baby at home???No... NO!? Nicole quickly answered. ?It?s a side effect of my birth control pills. It?s kind of rare, and it only happens if I?m turned on, but my breasts get bigger, and a little milk comes out.?Annabelle chuckled deeply. ?You are a bundle of surprises, my naked little cowgirl. Two hundred lashes with a whip? albeit a cloth whip? and you aren?t screaming in pain. Instead, you are turned on enough for your tits to swell up and milk to leak out of those udders.??I?m sorry, Mistress Ann,? Nicole said, almost sobbing.?I?m not,? Annabelle said with a wicked smile. She stroked Nicole?s right breast and said, ?It gives me a chance to try out some of my grandfather?s old equipment.? She chuckled again, almost sounding evil, and said, ?He was a dirty old man... well, actually he was probably a dirty young man too, but in any case, he left me a lot of very interesting fetish gear including...? She pointed to something covered with a tarp in the corner. ?... a Hucow milking station.?She patted Nicole on the ass and said, ?You just hang around there while I get things set up.?While Annabelle was moving some things around, Nicole asked timidly, ?What?s a Hucow, Mistress Ann??Annabelle laughed. ?When I was a really small girl and came out here on weekends, Grandpa used to have this young girl who helped out around the farm. Grandpa called her his little milkmaid. I always felt sorry for her because she had such huge breasts. By the time I was old enough to ask about it, though, she was gone. Grammy said that she had found a bull that would appreciate her. It wasn?t until I found this milking station that the penny dropped, and I realized what she had to have been.??What was she?? Nicole asked.?She was a Hucow? a human female who liked to be milked like a cow and had the udders to make it work,? Annabelle answered. She laughed and then said, ?You don?t have enough upstairs to provide much milk, but I think you will appreciate what this machine can do for you.? She laughed again. ?And I,? she said, still laughing, ?can have fun seeing if I can encourage you to produce a little cream.?Annabelle pulled the tarp off a strange-looking machine and dragged it into the light. It was a bunch of stainless steel pipes arranged like a small box sitting on a large roll-around stand. On one end was a small padded bench. On the other end, there were two short posts with leather bands attached. At the base of those posts were round padded areas.