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had her in an iron grip as his large hard hand landed on her bottom over and over.
    “Cuss at me again, little girl, and I’ll pull these britches down and wallop your bare bottom!” Rafe had lost all patience and was planning on spanking the sass right out of her.
    Annie tried to cover her backside with her hand, but Rafe very quickly put a stop to that attempt by grabbing it and pinning it to her side with the same arm that held her down at her waist. He then easily pinned both her legs down with his free leg when she began kicking and scissoring her legs in earnest.
    “Get your damn hands off me!” Annie screamed at Rafe, wanting to hit him back with all the force she could muster. The less she was able to move, the angrier she became. He had no right to spank her; no right at all! Who the hell did he think he was?
    “I warned you,” Rafe growled. Without releasing her from his lap, he reached under her hips and quickly undid the fastening on the front of her britches, loosening them just enough so that he could yank them down to her knees. Her undergarments quickly followed the britches and, without hesitation, Rafe continued spanking her as before, except now his very hard hand connected directly with her bare bottom.
    The shock and pain of this new violation had Annie sucking in air and finding it hard to breathe. Rafe didn’t hesitate or pause at all that Annie could tell. He brought his hand down over and over on the tender skin of her backside, then, when she thought the skin must be raw, he adjusted her slightly so that he could spank the backs of her thighs. It didn’t take long before his hard, punishing hand had made the skin on her thighs as bright red, tender and swollen as the skin on her bottom. Rafe also made sure to spank that very sensitive area where her bottom met her thighs. 
    Annie’s anger and struggles very quickly turned to tears, much to her dismay and embarrassment. It hurt so much, and he didn’t seem to be slowing down at all. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get away from his hand. It hurt more than the strapping he gave her when they first met, and Annie didn’t think anything could hurt worse than that. But she wouldn’t beg for him to stop. She just wouldn’t.
    Annie didn’t know how much longer she could take it. His hand felt like a paddle, it was so hard, and her backside was on fire. The tears ran freely down her face now and she was losing the strength to fight. Suddenly, she felt a cool breeze on the hot skin of her bare behind and heard the door to the kitchen creak on its hinges. Rafe paused his spanking as Annie tried to crane her neck up to see who it was who was now witness to her punishment. All she could see was a pair of battered and dusty boots in the doorway.
    “Can it wait, Zeke?” Rafe needed to focus on the task at hand.
    “Well, sure, seein’ as you’re right smack in the middle o’ somethin’.” Zeke chuckled at his own pun. “I’ll be in the barn.” Annie saw his boots turn to leave.
    “Zeke,” she cried out. “Wait! Help me, please!” She heard him chuckle again and then heard the door close behind him.
    Rafe landed one very hard wallop on Annie’s backside. “No one is going to help you avoid the punishment you deserve,” Rafe stated evenly, then continued to spank her behind, with the slapping sound of his hard flat palm hitting her tender flesh being the only noise in the kitchen.
    When Rafe felt Annie go limp on his lap, he finally stopped spanking. There was a long pause before he pulled her undergarment and pants back up over her raw backside, then lifted her off his lap and back on her feet. Annie immediately struggled against his hold on her, desperate to get as far from him as possible. But Rafe easily held Annie firmly in front of him. She wasn’t going anywhere he didn’t allow her to go and he wasn’t done yet; she was going to get a good talking to also.
    “You listen to me, young lady, and you listen