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It was a slow day in camp. Most of the men were out attempting to find jobs to pull or already pulling some smaller ones. It was a nice day to do it afterall. The air was fresh and crisp with a hint of wildflowers that followed the wind, which rustled the leaves of the trees surrounding you. You decided to enjoy today, going off to a secluded area on the outskirts of camp, where one of the wagons was stored. You sat on a short stool, leaned up against the wagon with a book in hand. You grabbed your mug of coffee from the ground beside you and brought it to your face, inhaling the steaming liquid with a contented sigh before you sipped it. You had to hand it to Pearson, it was pretty decent coffee. Just strong enough without being overpowering, especially without having any milk to pour in it.
You went back to your book. You had just bought it in the nearby town the other day when you were doing some errands for the camp, and you had been invested in it since, trying to find a moment to read a page or two when you could. It was damn near addicting. So much so that you purposefully ignored the raised voice you heard in camp that you knew belonged to Miss Grimshaw, who was no doubt complaining about something. Who cared? Not you.
You should’ve cared though, considering who she was complaining about was you, and the fact that you weren’t around doing the chores that you were supposed to do. The other girls—not wanting to be at the wrath of a heavily annoyed Miss Grimshaw—pointed her your way. You weren’t even paying attention as she stomped your way with dull thuds against the dirt, stopping in front of you.
“What are you doing, Miss?” Her raised voice asked, and your eyes widened, slowly sliding up her figure. Her hands were firmly planted on her hips, her chest was heaving with heavy, irritated breaths. You swallowed hard as your eyes flicked up to her face.
“Reading…” You answered.
“We’re all working our asses off, and you think you can just sit around reading? Why should you get to skimp out on doing your chores while the other girls do your share?” She continued, sounding even more annoyed at your short response.
“I did a bunch of work yesterday, and it’s nice out today. I wanted to take a break for once.”
Her jaw clenched. “I don’t care what you did yesterday. This is about today and what you’re doing now. We all pitch in around here. Every. Day.”
“Okay, and? I pitch in every single day. Even when I don’t feel well. I think I should be allowed to take breaks, especially when a lot of the time, most of the men sit around camp on their asses doing nothing.” You shot back. She stared at you for a moment. You weren’t necessarily wrong that the men got off easier more times than not. Some days, the girls brought more money in just by picking pockets and scamming men in town. But that wasn’t the point.
“Don’t ‘and’ me.” Miss Grimshaw sharply said with a firm point at you. “And don’t argue with me neither. This ain’t about the men and what they do. I expect you to be better than them, and that means getting off your ass and pulling your weight.”
Your eyes narrowed at her as you shut your book and placed it on the ground. “And what are you gonna do about it?”
Her brows quickly raised, surprised at the audacity of your defiance. Just as quickly as they rose, they lowered back down, knitting tightly together. “You wanna go there, huh? I think you need to be taught a lesson, girlie.”
You had been at the other side of Miss Grimshaw’s hand like the other girls—maybe even more than them—and it didn’t really scare you anymore. Sure, the slaps across the face hurt, but the stinging would quickly subside, and her yelling wasn’t anything to fear. You had experienced worse from random men at saloons. If anything, it gave you a rush when you had interactions with her like this. Maybe you sought them out…
No. Never.
That would be absurd. What type of person would go out of their way to be scolded by a woman decades older than them?
Not you.
That’d be preposterous.
“Taught a lesson… I’m not a child.” You scoffed.
“You sure are acting like one.”
“Fine. Teach me a lesson then. Put me in my place.” You rolled your eyes.
“Get up.” She ordered.
“What?”
“You heard me. Get up and don’t make me repeat myself again.” You cautiously rose off the stool you sat on, and she yanked you out of the way, sitting down on it herself with a huff. “Lift your skirts, pull down your bloomers, and get over my knee. And you should feel mighty lucky that I’m not making you pick out a switch.”
You hesitated, stiffening as you swallowed hard. Miss Grimshaw just stared hard at you, cocking her head to the side when you still didn’t move. You then nodded as you shakily hitched up your skirts, tugging down your bloomers a bit before you laid over her lap. She rested her one arm on your upper back, leaning her weight into it.
“Do you know what happens to insolent girls?” She questioned.
“No…” You softly replied.
“Yes, you do. What happens to insolent girls?”
“We get punished.”
“Exactly,” She replied, and then she sighed with a click of her tongue. “You’re a real pretty girl.”
“Yeah…?”
“Of course. It’s just a shame you have to be such a brat. It’s always the pretty ones, huh? Always used to getting away with everything. I used to be like that, but I learned better. I wish you would because I don’t enjoy punishing you. You know that, right? I just want you to be better.”
“Yes, ma’am.” You nodded, and then suddenly her other hand came down hard and spanked you. A yelp fell from your lips, too surprised to try and hold it back.
“Now what do we say?”
“I’m– I’m sorry, Miss Grimshaw.”
“Good girl, that’s right. You’re sorry,” She said as her hand came down and hit you harder this time. Your hands quickly grabbed at the crossbar under the stool as you choked back another noise. “How many spankings do you think you deserve to learn your lesson?”
“I don’t– I don’t know… However many you see fit.”
“I like that answer!” A soft laugh left her. “Maybe a couple more to make sure you really get it in your pretty little head.” Her hand came down once again, and you bit your lip to muffle the moan that attempted to escape you, but you weren’t even close to succeeding. Miss Grimshaw hummed and rubbed her hand over the heat that started to rise on your ass. “You like being spanked, don’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Your voice quivered as you responded.
“Is that why you get bratty? Why you disobey me? You wanna be punished?” Another slap.
“I don’t do it on purpose…” You murmured.
“I’m sure you don’t.” You couldn’t really tell if she was honest with that statement or not with how your brain swirled and your ass burned from her harsh slaps. It was embarrassing to admit how wet it was making you. Miss Grimshaw grabbed a fistful of your hair, tugging your head back so she could lean down and look you in the eye. She was silent for a moment, just staring into your eyes with a ghost of a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eyes. You felt like you were on fire with the intensity of her stare. She finally spoke in a whisper, “You’re such a needy girl.”
You took in a shaky breath, unable to get any words out. She tightened her grip on your hair, and a whine escaped your lips. She let out a laugh, shoving your head back down, and you could feel the blood rush to your head as it hung down limply. Her hand smoothed over your ass once more before she shoved it between your thighs, two fingers harshly dragging between your folds. That action knocked all the air out of your lungs, and you squeezed your thighs together around her hand.
Miss Grimshaw clicked her tongue as she yanked her hand back and tugged your bloomers the rest of the way off. “No. Spread those legs, girlie.”
Your hands went back to the crossbar on the stool as you bit your bottom lip hard, your trembling legs spreading apart. She brought her hand back between your legs and slid her two fingers up your cunt again, avoiding your clit entirely.
“Jesus… You are dripping.” She muttered. “Such a naughty girl getting excited over some spanking. You’re a glutton for pain, aren’t ya?” You opened your mouth to try and respond, but when she rubbed a slow circle around your clit, you cut yourself off with a soft whine, hips squirming. “Stay still and keep quiet. You don’t want anyone to come over here, do you?”
“No, ma’am…”
She resumed rubbing your clit, the tips of her fingers slightly rough on your sensitive bud. Your eyes screwed shut as you swallowed back the sounds that threatened to come up, choking on a moan as it rumbled in the back of your throat. You knew this was wrong. Not only was she another woman, but she was so much older than you. You knew this was wrong, but it felt so good, too good, and you didn’t want it to stop. Your toes curled inside your boots, ankles rolling as you tried not to grind against her hand.
“You’re being such a good girl now. Maybe this is what you needed all along. You were just pent up, needing someone to take care of you for once.”
You could feel the coil winding in your stomach, your body beginning to tense as a wave of heat rushed over you. A weak whimper fell from your lips as you felt your head swirl. You weren’t sure if it was from your approaching orgasm or from your head still hanging upside down, or a weirdly pleasurable mix of the two. Just as you were about to plummet over the edge, she pulled her hand away, and you gasped, almost like you were slapped.
“What? You thought it’d be that easy? You thought you’d get a reward after you were how you were? Silly girl…” She tsked, slapping your cunt. A hand quickly clasped over your mouth to muffle the noise of you crying out. She cupped her hand over you to help ease the sting.
“No. I didn’t.” You choked out, taking in a shaky breath. Miss Grimshaw slid her fingers between your folds again and, without warning, plunged two of them into you. You bit down hard on your bottom lip, trying hard to get yourself together, which proved difficult as her fingers curled inside of you. “Oh god…”
“This feels good, huh?” She chuckled as she fucked you slow.
“Yes.” You didn’t even hesitate to respond, the tips of your boots digging into the dirt. Her arm left your back, and she reached around the front of you, leaning her body weight into you as she found your clit with her other hand. A whine tore its way out of your throat, getting louder as she began pump her fingers faster. A lewd squelching filled the air with each quick thrust. The heat was building in you again, and you couldn’t stop your legs as they began to twitch. Just as fast as you were nearing the edge again, you were yanked back as Miss Grimshaw pulled her hands away.
“Do you think you deserve to finish yet?” She questioned.
“No, ma’am.”
“You wanna earn your reward like a good girl?”
“Please.” You pleaded.
“On the ground.” She commanded, and you slipped off her lap, sinking down in front of her, not even bothering to fix your skirts and just letting the grass scratch at your shins and the back of your thighs as you settled in place, hands planted on the ground. She leaned forward and grabbed you by the jaw, staring unwaveringly into your eyes. “I want you to use that mouth to get me off. Put it to good use. It’s the least you can do after annoying me with it.”
You gave a weak nod in her tight grip, and Miss Grimshaw let you go, leaning back against the wagon. She hiked up her skirts and tugged her bloomers off, spreading her legs in front of you. Your lips parted, and your eyes flicked back up to hers.
“Get to work,” She simply said as she stared down at you, an almost smug look on her face. You lowered yourself closer to the ground, leaning on your forearms and crawling toward her. You stared up at her through your lashes as you leaned in, ragged breaths beating against her. You swallowed hard, wetting your tongue before you leaned the rest of the way in and licked a tentative strip up her wet cunt, a shaky breath leaving you as the tangy taste coated your tongue. You pressed in further, your nose burying into the dark hairs as you flattened your tongue and licked more assuredly now. Miss Grimshaw’s hand found the back of your head, fingers gripping your hair as she held you in place. The tip of your tongue flicked at her clit, and you sucked on the sensitive bud. A restrained moan rumbled behind her lips as she shut her eyes. “That’s a good girl. Might have to get you to do this more often. Make it one of your chores.”
You groaned, sending pleasurable vibrations into her cunt. You continued to switch between sucking her clit and lapping at her pussy until your tongue delved into her, your nose doing the work at stimulating her clit now as the muscle fucked into her fervently.
“That’s right… Keep that up…” Miss Grimshaw exhaled, and you hummed against her. You could feel the mixture of your spit and her slick dripping from your chin as you ate her like you hadn’t had a meal in ages. Messy and wild. Completely uncaring of the mess you were making of yourself as you devoured her. You watched her face scrunch up, the muscles twitching as she held in the noises that so desperately wanted to fall out, and, god, you wished you could hear them. You knew she was drawing close, she didn’t need to tell you. You could see her back arch, feel her legs tremble a bit as her calves squeezed at your shoulders. It wasn’t much longer until she came, her pussy fluttering against your tongue as more of her arousal flooded your taste buds, much to your delight. You continued your ministrations through her orgasm until she pulled you away by your hair.
You stared at her with puppy dog eyes, your chest rising and falling heavily as the lower half of your face glistened with her juices. “Did I do good?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I suppose you did.” She huffed out a laugh as she shook her head. “Do you want me to finally get you off?”
“Please.” Fell from your lips embarrassingly fast, but you were so desperate at this point that you couldn’t be embarrassed.
“Clean your face off and come sit on my lap, sweet girl,” She said with a pat to her thighs, and pushed her skirts back down. You quickly wiped your face with your sleeve and scrambled up, slotting yourself onto her lap. She pulled you back against her chest and slipped your legs over either side of hers, spreading them wide as she tugged your skirts up again. You watched as her hand slowly trailed up your inner thigh, your breath hitching and goosebumps prickling your skin. Her fingers ghosted over your cunt, and your hips twitched, just itching for full, unabashed contact. “Ah, ah, ah. You still only get what I give you. Don’t get greedy.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You whined. Her hand cupped you, and your eyes fluttered shut. You were practically panting at this point. You were aching, your body screaming for release. You could feel your cunt pulsating in time with your heartbeat. It was so difficult to keep yourself from grinding against her hand as she kept holding you, her thumb stroking at the spot where your hip met your thigh. Her other hand splayed out over your stomach, keeping you pressed back against her.
“God, you have made a mess of yourself. Wet all the way down your thighs. Glad to know you like eating my pussy so much.” She chuckled.
You weakly nodded. “I did.”
“You’d do it whenever I asked you to? No complaints?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Even if I didn’t get you off after?”
You hesitated before nodding again. “I’d… I’d just take care of myself, I guess.”
“What if I told you that you couldn’t, huh?” She whispered, and her breath tickled your neck, sending shivers down your spine.
“Then I wouldn’t.”
“Good girl… Good…” Her hand trailing up your cunt, fingertips gathering your arousal before finding your clit again, starting to roughly circle it. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip as you choked back a moan, attempting to close your legs but being unable with how they were positioned over hers. Your back arched off of her torso, the intense stimulation after being denied for so long shocking your system. You could already feel that you wouldn’t last long, and you didn’t want to last long either. You’ve never wanted to finish more in your life, and you hoped—prayed that Miss Grimshaw wouldn’t deny you again. Her other hand slid up your thigh and found your entrance, two fingers pushing into you without any resistance.
“Oh my god.” You gasped as she began to finger-fuck you once more. Her fingertips found that soft spot inside of you, targeting it relentlessly as she continued to rub your clit. She wasn’t being soft or gentle with how she played with you. It was harsh and fast, already beginning to overstimulate you, and you hadn’t even come yet. “Miss Grimshaw.” You choked out.
“What, is this too much? I thought you wanted to finish? You wanna finish, don’t you?” She spoke condescendingly into your ear, her voice rough like sandpaper. You just gave another dumb nod, one of your hands coming up to clasp over your mouth, unable to hold back the pathetic, whiny moans that spilled past your lips. She kept working her fingers in you, not letting up even a little bit. The coil tightened in your gut, and your heart pounded against your ribcage. You could barely take in a breath, and when you did, it was shaky and caught in your throat.
“You close, sweetheart?” Miss Grimshaw asked.
“Yes… Please let me come this time.” You pleaded. Your voice broke as your head fell back against her shoulder, your eyes fluttering shut.
“Come on then. Come on. If you want it so bad, take it.”
“I want it, I want it.” You whimpered.
“Clearly not bad enough. I’m getting bored, girlie.”
“I’m sorry…”
“Don’t be sorry. Just come already.”
“I– I can’t just come on command.” You choked out, and she just tsk’d you, fucking you a bit faster with her fingers. You couldn’t stop yourself from writhing, your abdominal muscles tensing as your hips moved. Then it snapped, and you could feel a gush leave you as your walls spasmed around Miss Grimshaw’s fingers. Your hand clamped down so tightly over your mouth to muffle your sounds of pleasure as you finally got off that you didn’t doubt there’d be some minor bruising on your cheeks later. Her hands continued to move for a bit as she helped you down from your high, your body trembling as it slowly relaxed back into her.
“Yeah, there you go… That’s a good girl…” She cooed in your ear, raising goosebumps on your skin. She removed her fingers from inside of you and brought them up to your mouth, rubbing them against your bottom lip before sliding them in and pressing them down against your tongue. You closed your mouth around her digits, lazily sucking off your slick that coated them. Your tongue swirled around the two fingers as she pushed them a bit deeper. She withdrew them before you could gag, a string of saliva keeping them connected to your mouth before she wiped them off on your skirt. “You gonna keep avoiding your chores and giving me lip?”
“No, ma’am.” You weakly replied, purely exhausted at this point.
“That’s what I thought.” She patted your hip, and you stood up onto unstable legs, your skirts falling back into place. Miss Grimshaw stood and straightened herself out a bit, pulling her bloomers back on, then turned to you. “Take a moment to get yourself together again and clean up, then do at least one thing today instead of slacking off.”
“Got it.” You ran a hand over your face and eased yourself back down onto the stool as she walked off back to camp. You collapsed back against the wagon, your head hitting against the wood with a thunk! “Oh my god…”You reached for your coffee that was still set off to the side as you blankly stared ahead. It had long gone cold by now, but you just needed something to drink to try and help drag your brain back down to earth. It felt like you daydreamed that entire encounter because there was no way that all just happened. You swished the dark liquid around in your mouth, the flavor much more bitter now that it had cooled off. Perhaps Pearson did something weird to the coffee this morning that made you hallucinate what happened. Added an herb or something that had weird properties when combined with the coffee. That was the only logical explanation, despite your bloomers that you stared at, still discarded off to the side where Miss Grimshaw threw them.