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The Taming of a Shrew Ch. 01

By: sarah thorne



Thad was a farmhand for the McCormick's, a family that his father had known for many years. They were a family of 6 children, all of whom were very polite, well mannered and hard working.....with the exception (isn't there always an exception?) of one, the next to last child, Jessica. Willful, disobedient, obstinate, stubborn.....just a few words to describe her behavior. Thad had started at the McCormick farm when he was 18 and Jessica, or Jessie, as she was called, was 10. She was the rudest, meanest little child he had ever met although her looks said otherwise. With long flowing strawberry curls and emerald green eyes, she was the image of an angel. It didn't take long for anyone to be around her to realize she was a devil child.

Mr. McCormick had a time with his young, tenacious daughter. It wasn't uncommon through the years to at least hear or witness Jessie being spanked at least twice a day. Her mother was frazzled by the child. It almost seemed no matter how hard the spanking, although she would scream and kick and bellow like nobody's business, not even 10 minutes following the conclusion of her butt warming, she was many times into something else that would infuriate her parents to no end. Mrs. McCormick was a fan of the wooden spoon that she kept in her kitchen and Thad had seen her on occasion pick up a piece of board that resembled a paddle and whack her daughter on the seat of the pants if they happened to be outside. Mr. McCormick had a leather strap hanging in the barn, but he used that very seldom, usually just on the boys. Thad had heard tell that Jessie had received the belt once or twice,over clothing, but he had never witnessed it for himself, and it was not at all uncommon to witness Jessie's spankings, as she probably got more than the other 5 children combined.

Once Jessie turned 15, she became quite promiscuous. She cared not to bring the country boys to the barn, knowing that the farmhands were around. Thad had seen her and a paramour at 17 and couldn't help but watch. As mean and rude as Jessie had always been, she was indeed a beautiful sight, especially naked. He had envisioned on many occasions turning her over his knee and giving her a good spanking. He had often thought if her father had been brave enough to use something with more stinging power, like a riding crop, then Jessie would show a bit more fear. But most of all he wanted to tame her. She was wild, headstrong, and very, very sensual. 

By the time Jessie was 16, her father literally had to chase her around the barn to catch her for her well deserved spankings. She would scream that she was too old, how dare he treat her this way and his retort was always, act like a child while you live in my house and I pay your bills and you will be treated as such. Her actions would always anger Thad, seeing that poor 55 year old man have to chase his imp of a child, while she mocked him. Once Mr. McCormick threatened to tie her down and Thad thought he just had to see that! But it never happened. Not until Jessie was 18, that is.

It was no secret that Jessie smoked. Oh, sure, she had been caught and dealt with over it but it didn't sway her. One time, though, when she was 18 she was out in the barn, thinking her father was out with one of the horses. Thad heard the flick of a lighter then the familiar aroma of cigarette smoke. Jessie was sitting next to a pile of hay, midriff top, short daisy dukes sporting her tan legs, and hair messily up in half a pony tail. Thad thought she looked absolutely stunning. Out of the corner of his eye he also saw Mr. McCormick lazily walking back up to the barn, pail in hand. Knowing what was about to ensue, Thad moved to where he would be out of sight. He wanted to watch this lovely vixen get her ass beat. He had an intense feeling in his belly.

Almost to the door of the barn, Mr. McCormick stopped and sniffed. Jessie was not yet aware of his presence and Thad watched as she clumsily tossed the still-lit cigarette onto the ground next to the hay pile, stand up and straighten her shirt and shorts. As she began to walk away, a fire leapt up behind her. The cigarette had caught the hay on fire.

"Well, dammit," he heard her say as she tried to stomp out what she could, but it was useless. It was too big and spreading fast. He saw her take off running, so as not to be caught as the culprit, and she ran right into her father.

"Daddy! There's a fire!" she said in all innocence. "I came up here and smelled smoke...one of those farmhands musta...." but Mr. McCormick was running into the barn, straight to the fire extinguisher. The fire was still relatively small, but large enough to do some damage. It completely destroyed one stall with the smoke alone and the horses were wheezing.....Mr. McCormick released them to the field, called his wife down at the house to tell her to have the vet come up, then he turned to his wide eyed daughter.

"Young lady," he started but she was ready for him.

"Daddy, you need to fire those low lifes," she said. "They almost burned down the barn! Good thing I came up here when I did, Daddy, or no telling what would've...." it was then that the cigarettes fell out of her waistband, down through her shorts. Again her eyes got wide and her father's face turned a shade of red Thad had never seen before. And she knew. Oh yes, she knew, you could see it in her eyes and she ran.

Mr. McCormick was right behind her, letting her know exactly what she was in for and how this was probably the worst thing she ever did, and that she had done a lot of bad things. He finally caught her but she fought him and she fought him hard. Mr. McCormick was a strong man....he was a farmer after all. He wrestled his daughter over to the table where he kept his razor strap. This was where the boys always got their spankings. Bent over the table, with the strap. She realized what was about to happen and with what implement and she fought harder, though she was no match for her dad. Her ponytail had come out in the struggle. There were a couple times where she managed to wriggle loose but he always grabbed her again. Finally in desperation, Thad saw him grab some rope. How he managed to hold down his feisty daughter and tie her, Thad will never know, but Mr. McCormick managed to do it. He had her bent over that table, arms over her head and tied to the opposite end, then he took her feet one at a time and tied her ankles firmly to the legs on the other side. Jessie was still struggling. Then her father did what he rarely ever did....he reached around, unbuttoned his daughter's shorts and pulled them down. She had a thong on and he considered that a moment, then pulled them down too. Thad could not believe his eyes! That perfectly round little ivory ass exposed. His manness leapt in anticipation and he grasped the riding crop firmly in his hand. How he wished he could touch that perfect ass, rub it then spank it red, until the viper child....no longer a child...the viper woman, screamed and begged for him to stop. For Thad, this was a long overdue ass thrashing. 

Mr. McCormick reached over and took the razor strap from it's nail, wrapped the end around his hand and stepped back. Jessie tried desperately to look back and see but her mounds of thick curls were in the way. He raised it over his shoulder and WHACK! the swish through the air and the strap meeting that blemish free skin was deafening.....at least to Thad. Jessie screamed and an angry red welt began to form as another WHACK! stung her bare bottom. Another scream. Mr. McCormick paid no mind to his daughter's dramatics. He continued to pelt her bare little white ass with red and purple welts. All the while lecturing her on how she could've burned down the whole barn, killed the animals, and did she care?? WHACK! NO! Jessie writhed and squirmed but she was held tight. Thad knew if she hadn't been held down as she was, that her legs would have taken her far away from her father's wrath. His breathing grew raspy....he could hardly believe that watching this turned him on so much and the fact that it was being dealt out to a very well deserving bottom.....

Finally, the thrashing ended and Jessie was a sobbing mess. Her ass was no longer ivory....there was not a spot of ivory anywhere, just red stripes across her butt and the tops of her legs. Her father threw down the belt and said he hoped she'd learned her lesson this time, that she was too old to be dealt with in this way and she needed to start acting responsibly. He told her he was going down to the house, a 15 minute walk one way, and that he was going to let her stay as she was to feel the burn for awhile. She tried to protest but he smacked her red ass with his hand, making her yelp, and said that was his decision, Then he left.

Thad was ecstatic. At least a half an hour, he thought, she was helpless. He owed her too and what better time, what better opportunity? All these years that she had been so snotty....and the audacity to try to blame a farmhand for the fire! He was the only one here today and had she got away with that lie who knows what may have happened to him. He gripped the riding crop in his hand and started toward the upturned ass facing him. 

She didn't notice his presence at first, not until his hand touched the burning glow. She gasped and tried to turn and see, but her wild red hair sticking to her face prevented that. "Who are you?" her voice quivered. Not the brightest bulb, she wasn't. He was the only farmhand and it definitely was not her father.

"It's Thad, " he told her. "I just saw your father light a fire in your ass, darling, and I am going to finish his job."

"You son of a bitch!" she spat. That was her pet name for him. "You better not touch me or my dad will...."

"Will what, my dear?" Thad asked, rubbing harder, making her whimper and wiggle under his grip. "I heard you try to blame me for that fire, Jessie, and for that you are getting your due from me." He raised the riding crop. She saw it and cried in desperation, "No!Please, Thad!"

WHACK! Her familiar scream filled the air and he watched a new, different stripe rise on her buttocks. Again he brought the crop down, reducing her to uncontrollable sobs after only a few strokes. God, she was beautiful. He stopped and moved his hand to feel her wetness, my goodness, she was wet! His own sex jumped in his pants as he stroked her slit tenderly until her sobs turned to moans, moans that she could not control. He paid close attention to her body, to her breathing......she wasn't getting off that easily, no, she was going to be punished fully before he allowed her the release of the orgasmic tension he was going to build inside her. Just as he realized that she was close, so close, he stopped and brought the crop down on her ass with 5 quick strokes. She screeched in shock and pain, wiggling that small ass of hers, the only part of her body, basically, that she could move. He followed the quick strokes with 5 more slow, deliberate ones, allowing her to savor the intense burning he knew she was feeling. Then his hand again, working her "magic button" furiously until she was wiggling in a different way this time, moaning even louder than before, her breathing rough, fast, her sweet ass moving up and down, moving with his hand. Her vocalization became even louder and again he stopped, brought down the riding crop in 5 quick successions while she writhed and cried out shrilly. With each methodical stroke after that, she sobbed loudly. Thad could only imagine the punishment her poor little ass was feeling, and he almost felt sorry for her, but he knew she deserved every bit of it, for all the bad things she had done over the years. For the shabby treatment she gave all the farmhands, especially him. But he also wanted her and he was hoping that after this "taming", she would be more receptive. It was a long shot, yes, but he intended to show her the awesome power pain had on a climax. So once again, his hand moved to find her secret hardness and this time he intended on following through. She tried to hold back ,he could tell, knowing what had happened the last couple of times, but he showed her no mercy and soon she was crying out, moaning, wiggling, trying to escape the intense sensation but unable to....

"Come on baby, " he said to her and dropped the riding crop and used his other hand to push his fingers up into where the wetness dripped, still working her hard little nub and finding that spot directly on the inside and rubbing with vigor.....that did it for her....Jessie bucked and screamed under the most mind blowing, deeply felt orgasm he was certain she had ever experienced. As cum after cum quaked through her body, he nearly exploded himself. He wanted to enter her so bad but knew he had no time. No, that would be saved for another time, as he was sure that Jessie would remember this and in a weird way, still be angry about the spanking but also find that she was addicted to the intense sexual feelings that Thad could give her. When he felt the tension leave her body, he pulled out his fingers from inside her, gently massaged her sensitivity for a minute then pulled back, with a disappointed moan from Jessie, he noted. Good sign, he thought. Her ass was still red but the stripes from both implements were so intermingled he was sure that her father would not notice. And he knew that Jessie would not tell.

"There's more where that came from if you don't behave," he whispered in her ear then he left to take care of his own need which had grown out of control.


The Taming of a Shrew Ch. 02



It had been a week since Jessie's major spanking from her father, Thad and, yes, even her mother. After Thad had left, her father returned very soon after, with her mother in tow carrying her favorite spanking implement....her wooden spoon. Of course, Jessie's mother and father both had no idea that she had gotten the riding crop on top of the belt and had also thought she had 45 minutes to rest her burning tush, so her mother spared her not. By the time she was finished, Jessie was totally and completely exhausted from screaming and fighting her restraints. 

She went straight down to the house and lay on her belly in her bed until the next morning. She was stiff for a few days and avoided eye contact with Thad any time he was around, which of course he found quite amusing. She hated him for the pain he caused her and yet, in a strange way, what he had done to her.....no words could describe it. As many boys that she had been with, none had ever brought her to climax and she had never experienced an orgasm before what Thad had done to her. As much as she hated to admit it, she was already under his spell. But she would never let him know, no, that went beyond her nature. When she was finally around him and had no choice but to acknowledge his presence, she treated him with more disdain than ever before.

Thad, on the other hand, seemed quite amused by this little vixen's conflicted emotions, and yes, he could tell she was conflicted. Although she treated him as bad, if not worse than before, she also paid more attention, he noticed, to where he was and when. He actually thought he could tame her after all. Maybe not fully, but he could sure make her submit if he pleased. He already knew what to do to make that happen.

Jessie was on pretty good behavior all week after her thrashing. He even heard Mr. McCormick comment on how good she had been and maybe, after all, she was finally growing up. Thad had his doubts but he didn't care. The feistier she was the more fun he would have. Her attitude had not much changed. A week after her spanking, he saw her down at the pond in her silver bikini, doing laps. It was hot and he wished he could join her, but he had work to do. That didn't stop him from admiring her from the field. At one point she saw him and childishly stuck out her tongue.....at least he thought she did, and she waved her fanny at him, flipped him off then jumped in. He chuckled inwardly. Boy, she was sure asking for it and all he was waiting for was an opportunity to present itself. 

The beginning of that opportunity presented itself about an hour later, when he was in the barn shining one of the leather saddles with care. She looked at him, then turned up her nose and flounced past him. He watched her, not able to do anything because her father was there. But as soon as he started out toward the field, Thad surprised her by walking up behind her and wrapping his arms around her upper body, around her arms, so that she could not move or fight him. 

"Hey there, " he said in her ear as she began to struggle. "Now, where are your manners, young lady? Do you need another lesson?"

She spat at him, or tried to. He smacked her wet bottom with his hand and she gasped. He turned her around and pinned her up against the wall.

"You, my dear, still haven't learned a lesson, " he said. She pursed her lips to spit again but he said, "if you do that, rest assured that the way your ass felt last week will put a glacier's coldness to shame when I am done with you."

She thought a moment and chose not to spit.

"Now, " he continued. "Tell me, how does your ass feel?"

She refused to answer so he turned her around and yanked down her suit bottoms, even as she resisted. There were still some faint stripes that he could see on that perfect little butt. He massaged her sweet globes, allowing his finger to move down, in between her cheeks and down into the wet heat below. She began to moan lightly, protesting in a whisper as he stroked her, her red curls in his face. God, she smelled so good, her hair and even the faint scent of her wetness.....he couldn't wait to take her, give her what he knew no other inexperienced teen lover had given her. But, like last time, this was not the time....too many people around. No, he would wait and she would want him as much as he wanted her when it happened. He told her that as he pulled his fingers away from her, causing her to moan in disapproval.

Once she regained her composure, she pulled up her bottoms, glared at him and said, " I will never want you." and off she went before he could say anything more. He went about his work, planning in his mind on what her next punishment would be and when, for she was still being the rude little witch she had always been. After awhile, he decided to take a break and noticed that the door to the barn was locked....from the outside. Only one person would have done that, he thought. Man, she WAS asking for it and he would deliver, he was more determined now. It wasn't long before Mr. McCormick was back to the barn and he unlatched the door, releasing Thad.

"Well, I'll be damned," he said. "Let me guess? Jessie?"

"It's ok, Sir, " Thad said. "She didn't know I was in here." Like hell! He caught a glimpse of her down the drive from the barn. Again she flipped him off and gave him an evil grin. Oh boy, was she in for it!

"Well, Thad, if you wanna take off early, " Mr. McCormick said. "You can go ahead and go. The wife and I are going into town tonight about 5. The others will be gone too, so if you don't mind, maybe later, just looking in here on Jessie, make sure she is staying outta trouble? You know how that child is....." 

"Yes sir, I will do that, sir," Thad said with absolute delight. Poor Jessie would not know what hit her.

Thad left and went home to shower. Afterwards, he went looking for the perfect punishment toy....he had heard tell that Sally's beauty supply had the perfect wooden hairbrushes for the perfect little bottom. But if he could, she was going to get more than the hairbrush. Jessie had a tough bottom from being spanked so much growing up and he knew the punishment had to be severe in order to get through. After finding and buying a nice, oval wooden brush, he went to an adult toy store to see what he could find there. He found the most wicked looking instrument. It wasn't quite a flogger, but was similar. It had a handle, had shreds of leather attached to it, hanging about ten inches off of it. Kind of like a cat o' nine, but not quite. It was perfect and he bought it too. He intended to spend quite a bit of time with his little snake woman tonight, and he was going to make her slither in more ways than one. 

He got back from town just as darkness was setting in. he went straight to the McCormick's, knowing that Jessie's parents were already gone. The back door was open, so he gathered his toys and went inside. Jessie was not immediately visible so he stashed the toys inside the couch. The he went searching for his prey.

She was just stepping out of the shower....what luck! When she saw him she shrieked.

"Get out!" she yelled at him but he just grinned.

"We got some business to take care of, Jessie," he said, stepping forward and snatching the towel away from her naked body. She stood there in all her glory, absolutely gorgeous and shaking. He wasn't sure if it was from cold or anticipation. "You haven't learned your manners after last week. I thought that maybe you would, but I guess punishment needs to be without pleasure, huh?" He reached to grab her but she took off. It wasn't long, though, before he had her in his grip and was dragging her back to her bedroom.

"What are you going to do?" she asked, her eyes wide. "Oh, god, Thad, please don't use the crop on me again."

Wow, her acknowledgement of his control surprised him. Maybe there would be time tonight after all for some playing. 

"I'm not baby, but you are getting spanked for the way you have been this week. Plus," he reminded her. "You locked me in the barn in 99 degree weather. That's not funny."

She snickered but that soon stopped as Thad sat on the edge of her bed and pulled her over his lap.

"You are kidding me!" she exclaimed and started to get up. He pushed her back down.

'Don't make me restrain you, " he threatened. He pinned her into place and began smacking her ivory globes hard. She squealed and wiggled, but he knew it would take much more than a hand spanking to make her cry or give in. His large hand came down again and again, turning her bottom pink, then dark pink to the lightest shade of red. 

After about 100 good, hard spanks, Jessie was starting to desperately try to get off his lap, spitting nasty expletives at him. She began to kick and holler that he better stop, which he did, to her surprise. But he had something more up his sleeve. He pulled her and her sore bottom to the living room where he had hid the toys. When he pulled out the hairbrush, she tried to run but he had anticipated her response and caught her. She fought.

"You are NOT going to spank me with that....that thing!" she yelled. He threw her down on the couch on her back and pinned her down with his body, pressing his hardness through his pants into her mound. She lay still while he rubbed, grinding into her, soon she was breathing heavier, starting to moan softly. 

"Do you like that?" he asked and she moaned in response. "Do you want what I gave you last week, doll? Do you want what a man can give you?" Again she moaned, her head thrust back, mouth agape with pleasure. "You must, " he continued. "submit fully to me, Jess, for that to happen. And the only way I know how to get you to do that is with spanking your ass til you can't sit." He knew that she did indeed desire control, but would never admit it. That was not her at all. She would never GIVE him control, he would have to take it, but when he had it, she was putty in his hands. His desire was to tame her completely and he intended to do just that tonight.

Abruptly, he stopped the grinding, sat up and pulled her over his lap before she knew what was happening. Immediately she began to fight. He smacked her bare bottom hard, pulled her body to him and picked up that oval hairbrush. 

"Not that! Not that!" she cried. "Oh, please, not the brush!" She was still wiggling quite a bit and it was hard for Thad to keep a hold on her. He decided to pin her legs with one of his own, so he adjusted her to where she was over one knee and the other leg was up against the back of her thighs. That beautiful pink ass was right where he wanted it and he gave her a hard SMACK! with the brush. She let out a loud wail, her ass wiggling in his face as he started a steady stream of very hard SMACKS! on her rapidly reddening bare bum. 

Her wails turned to dramatic screaming as she tried her best to kick, to no avail. He started to focus on that sitting spot, so she would have a reminder for quite awhile about this night. Her poor punished ass began to turn bright red, then crimson, but he did not let up. He continued his reign, enjoying her writhing and squirming as she settled into uncontrollable sobs and weeping. But he was nowhere near finished. He brought down that brush again and again, causing her tender bottom to throb with a burning pain. When he finally glanced at the clock he noticed it had been almost 5 minutes. He stopped with the brush, noticing that some blotches were forming where he was sure she would have some bruising. As he rubbed her lovely ass vigorously, she squirmed all the more, sobbing loudly, her laments echoing through the house and through the open windows. He did not let go of her thighs, but released them just enough to where he could spread her open and fit his finger into her wetness, and was she ever soaked! He had a spot on his pants where her juices had flowed and that made his already hard manhood grow even more. He was hard up against her ribcage and he was certain she knew it. 

Again he used his finger to stroke her, finding the small hard spot towards the top of her mound that caused her to moan and wiggle in a very different way and stroking it tenderly, slowly, then faster until she was no longer sobbing but gasping and squirming on his lap, her sweet aroma reaching his nostrils, her beautiful sounds of ecstasy in his ears. Her vocalizing got louder, her breathing faster and he knew he had to do what he did not want.....he had to stop and follow through with the punishment he had planned. He wanted her to know what awaited her, though, at the end of her punishment, wanted her to know that she wanted him, that she desired him and what he could give her. And, my god, he wanted her too but he had business to take care of first.

He stopped and she gave a loud protest, for she was almost at her peak....and what a wonderful high peak it was. He gave her bottom a stern smack and said that her punishment was not over just yet; that she was going to learn manners and that, besides, delayed orgasm is the best kind. She did not agree and began to fight him once more. Did the woman ever give in? He was sure his new toy would help that. He pulled it out slowly and watched her gorgeous green eyes grow large.

"Oh god!" she moaned, and wiggled desperately. He rubbed the leather against her buttocks. She wiggled even more, knowing what was to come. So he began. And boy, what a wallop that thing made, leaving angry red stripes in it's wake. Jessie screamed as in excruciating agony, crying, sobbing, begging.....my goodness, she was begging, something he had never heard her do. But she was still fighting and he was going to subdue her. The tails continued their descent and landing on Jessie's already red and burning upturned ass. She shrieked each time it hit, many of the tails overlapping the other stripes and very obvious hairbrush markings, which he was sure caused her intense heat. She bucked, but not severely as his arm was around her middle, holding her in place, her small crimson ass moving frantically back and forth in his face as she tried so very hard to dodge each blow. After only a few minutes, her body relaxed a bit and her loud screaming turned to low, deep sobs . He knew he had her then, he had her completely. He tossed the tails onto the floor and turned her over, laying her on her back on the couch. She lifted her butt off the fabric, her face red and wet with tears. 

He stared at her lovely body as he removed his own pants and briefs, releasing his hardness at its full potential. He knelt between her legs, her legs on his shoulders so that her hot ass was not touching the couch, and he stroked her breasts, her belly, down to her neatly shaven mound gingerly. As his fingers penetrated her, he leaned over and took one of those delicious looking nipples in his mouth, sucking, tugging gently with his teeth, licking until her sobbing moans turned to pleasurable moans. His finger found the hard button once again, awaiting for his return as he kissed her neck, caressing her lovely skin with his mouth and his tongue, then moving back down, licking her belly, his wet mouth engulfing the tender flesh just below her mound, causing her to gasp sharply and moan even louder. His hands grabbed a fiery globe each, squeezing, causing her to cry out loudly while he nibbled that hard nub, waiting, just waiting for her built up tension to explode and explode it did. She screamed intensely, her hips moving up and down so that he had trouble keeping latched on, but he managed, rubbing her fire, until she quieted, relaxing, as he gave a few teasing quick licks, making her jump from the hypersensitivity she was feeling. He moved back up her body, kissing lightly, until he was face to face with her, her eyes and his connecting.

"Tell me, " he whispered. "Tell me that you want me inside you, love, tell me." Her body told him much, but he wanted to hear her say it, true submission, hear her say it.

"Mmmmmm," she closed her eyes, still lost in her ecstasy. "I want you inside me. I want to fell you inside me so bad, Thad, please." and with that he entered her soft wetness, surrounded by her sweetness, pounding into her again and again, reaching under, grabbing those hot globes once more, sending her into a spiral of overpowering climaxes as he released his into her, both moaning in unison. After catching their breaths, Jessie shyly looked away after the realization that she had just completely given herself to someone, while he kissed her and said, "You're all mine now, baby. You're all mine."