Page 76 of Runaway Hucow

The alpha smoothed his hand over her bottom, giving both cheeks an appreciative squeeze. Then he removed his hand from her ass and placed the switch against her. Tess shivered at the feeling of that thin strip of wood.

“Get ready,” Roscoe rumbled.

Tess closed her eyes and steeled herself for her spanking, but nothing could have prepared her for the sting of that first blow. The switch was much, much thinner than Roscoe’s belt, and because of that, it concentrated the pain into a single narrow stripe that crossed both halves of her backside. She tossed back her head and let out a sharp wail that echoed among the trees.

“Hush up,” Roscoe growled behind her. “Take your spanking like a big girl.”

She gave him a defiant glare over her shoulder. She knew she oughtn’t do that, it would only provoke the alpha more, but she couldn’t help herself.

“It hurts,” she whined.

The alpha was unsympathetic. “It’s supposed to hurt, little hucow. That’s the whole point. That’s exactly what you need, and you know it.”

Tess continued to glare at him over her shoulder, but she knew what he said was true. She needed this. Already, the sting of that first strike was melting away, and her naked flesh was craving another blow. Her pussy was wet with arousal, but not as wet as she knew it would be when Roscoe had finally finished whipping her.

“If you really can’t keep from hollering,” the alpha said, “then maybe you’d better fill your mouth with my brother’s dick.”

Tess faced forward again. Spike’s erect cock was right there in front of her. Tess stared at it for a moment, moistening her lips with her tongue, then she lifted her eyes to the bisonman’s face.

“Is that okay with you, Spike? May I use your cock to help me keep quiet?”

Spike smiled and petted her hair back from her face. “Little hucow, you may use my cock however you need.”

The contrast between Roscoe’s sternness and Spike’s gentleness was like a splash of hot water followed by a splash of cold, and Tess’s whole body shivered with renewed arousal. She opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the throbbing head of Spike’s cock. The salty flavor of his precum spread across her tongue.

Roscoe resumed his spanking. The switch connected with a sharp smack, and another ribbon of fire burned across Tess’s punished ass. She cried out again, but this time the sound was stifled by Spike’s girth.

“That’s it,” Spike purred as he wrapped her hair around his knuckles. “That’s a good little hucow.”

Tess let out a muffled moan as she took him deeper. She liked being Spike’s good girl, but she liked being Roscoe’s bad girl too. She especially liked being both at the same time.

Behind her, Roscoe continued swatting her with the switch, layering fire on top of fire, until her whole backside was criss-crossed with burning stripes of heat. Wetness seeped from between her folds and dripped down her inner thighs, just as her saliva dripped from her chin and ran down the shaft of Spike’s cock. Her arousal was growing with each strike of the switch, until it was almost too much to bear. By the time Roscoe had given her twenty blows, she felt like she was about to come.

The alpha must have sensed this, because he stopped at the very last moment, denying her release.

“Let’s get her on the ground,” he said to his brother.

The two bisonmen moved in perfect tandem, as if reading each other’s thoughts. They guided Tess down to the forest floor and rolled her onto her back. Roscoe lifted her ankles and handed them off to Spike, who pulled them back toward her head, spreading her legs slightly at the same time.

“What are you doing?” Tess whimpered.

“We’ve punished your little ass enough,” Roscoe said. “Now it’s time to punish that sweet little cunt too.”

Tess gasped in shock. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

Roscoe was going to spank her pussy.

“Three blows,” Roscoe said. “One on each side, and one in the middle…”

Tess reached up and held on to Spike’s thick thighs for support while he held her ankles back, keeping her fully exposed and totally at Roscoe’s mercy. The alpha teased her, gently tracing the tip of the switch around her sex a few times. Then he lifted it, and brought it down hard against her labia. Tess bit back a moan. A moment later, he spanked her again, this time on the other side.

“One more,” Roscoe said. “Right on the sweet spot…”

The tip of the switch circled her clitoris once, twice—then it lifted. Tess was already crying out before it came back down again. It struck her erect nub with a smack, and she writhed against the forest floor as pain and pleasure mingled inside her.

As soon as she had recovered, another blow landed between her legs, but this time it wasn’t the switch that hit her. It was something much bigger and much thicker. Something hot and heavy and alive.

It was Roscoe’s cock.