Massively Taboo 50

by Izzy Slam

  “You’re awful quiet, girl. How you feeling today?” Pa rested his big hand on my leg as we rode down the dirt road.

  I felt his stare on me as his fingers gently caressed me through my dress. “I feel pretty good, I suppose. Sure is pretty today.”

  “Sure is. Nice day to ride into town. Glad I waited until today.” I nodded in agreement as he began to draw up my dress, sliding it up my leg with deft fingers. “Glad I waited for something else, too.”

  When I looked at him, Pa was staring straight ahead, keeping both eyes on the road and one hand on the reins as he guided the horses.

  “What are you glad you waited for?”

  He slid his hand under my dress and softly touched my labia through my knickers. I pulled in a quick breath as I began to throb with need.

  “Something about being outside like this. Always makes me want to do bad things.”

  I bit my lip, awaiting more of his touch. Fire moved through my veins as the desire built. “I think I know what you mean, Pa. I feel it, too.”

  “Do you, now?” he asked, glancing at me. Using one finger, he applied a small amount of pressure where my clit was, circling slowly.

  My breath quickened, and I tightened my gut as I gave a slight upward thrust.

  “Oh yes, Pa,” I whispered.

  I heard him release a soft growl as he cupped me down there. “Take those things off so I can touch you properly.”

  I lifted my bottom off the wooden seat and wrestled with trying to find the waistband to my undergarments. Finally reaching them, I yanked them down, right as we hit a rock in the road that caused me to fall into Pa’s lap.

  He chuckled and wrapped his arms around me. “Sorry, Ruth. But this is the perfect position, after all,” he said, pulling up my dress and spreading my legs wide open for him.

  I huffed as he scooted me back, and I glanced down at his hands as they tugged down the top of my dress, exposing my small breasts to the warm air.

  I moaned as he rolled my nipples between his fingers, moving back and forth between my breasts with one hand while he held the reins with the other.

  “Can you see the road, Pa?” I asked, feeling nervous about the horses wandering.

  “I can see just fine. Don’t you worry about a thing except letting me make you cum.”

  Electric sensations rippled through me as he moved his hand between my legs and began to fondle me. His fingers brushed my sensitive flesh, now seeping with so much fluid that I could feel it dripping to the swell of my cheeks below. He moaned in my ear, telling me how wet I was, and I felt my nipples harden right away.

  The sun and the trees and the birds flying overhead just added to my animalistic urges. I wanted to be taken like something wild and fierce. And I wondered if other women felt this way, or if I was not any different than a prostitute, a woman who actually got paid cold, hard cash to please a man.

  As if being able to tell what I wanted, Pa removed his hand for a moment to fidget with something behind me. It took me a few seconds to realize he was removing himself from the opening to his trousers.

  “Lean forward a little,” he grunted.

  Holding onto the long wooden rail in front of me, I lifted my rear end up as Pa pushed my dress all the way up over my hips. He ran his hands over the globes of my round bottom, then pulled me back down. His girth spread me wide as he entered me, flooding me with a new wave of sensations.

  “Mmmm, yes,” Pa growled, his cock filling me deeply as it massaged my walls.

  I gripped his knees, holding myself steady as we moved down the bumpy road, and I rocked back and forth in his lap, forcing his shaft to sink deeper and deeper with each swift movement.

  “Oh, Pa…” I moaned. My walls gripped him tightly as an orgasm quickly approached. And when his finger found my clit and he began circling it softly, I toppled over the edge, huffing as my body trembled and shook.

  “That’s my girl. Cum on my thick cock,” he said, dropping the reins to grab me by my hips.

  He thrust upward several times, forcing himself so deep I could feel it igniting a part of me that had never felt more alive. My nipples puckered, my clit bounced, and my walls contracted over and over as I let out multiple cries of pleasure.

  He vocalized his pleasure just as loudly, and I could feel his seed dripping out of me as he dug his fingers into my hot skin.

  “So good…” he groaned, keeping his movements steady as he emptied with one final shove of his cock.

  I sat still on his lap, panting from the lust still raging through me. Although I’d just had the most wonderful release, I wanted more. Sex with Pa always left me wanting more.

  But there was also the worry—the same worry I had every time we had sex.

  What if I was suddenly with child?

  Pa didn’t seem to be concerned about it, and I suppose I just assumed that if I did get pregnant with his child, he would take care of me.

  I got settled in the seat next to him as he picked up the reins and regained control of the horses. They had strayed from the road a bit, but up ahead, I could see the tops of the buildings as we approached town.

  “Might wanna put those knickers back on, Ruth. We’re gonna be there before you can say jackrabbit.”

  I slid my feet into the legs of my underpants and pulled them all the way up. Pa’s ejaculate had soaked me between my legs, and it continued to leak out of me the rest of the way. And all I could think about was how lovely it would be to get fat with his baby in my belly.

  ***

  To keep the horses out of the main road, Pa ended up parking behind Collin’s Grocery Company, where he would be delivering the goods. Shuffle tended to spook easily, and not everyone around here could be counted on to drive safely.

  He passed me a few coins and told me to treat myself to some candy, if I wanted. Shocked, I stared at the money before asking him if he was sure.

  “Course I’m sure, Ruthie. You deserve a treat. Meet me back here in an hour, alright?”

  “Sure, Pa,” I answered, wondering what I should buy. I felt a little guilty, like I shouldn’t even think about spending Pa’s money that he had worked so hard for. But I did have an eye those candy sticks at Miss Helen’s drug store. She was all the way at the end of Main street, though. It would be a long walk to get there.

  A long walk that was worth it. I’d be willing to bet I could buy two or three dozen candy sticks with what I had here.

  I started making my way down Main Street, passing by the diner, the theater, and then the barber, when a new shop caught my eye: Betty’s Dress Shoppe. In the window were several mannequins displaying an assortment of house dresses that to most people would appear simple but to me were absolutely lovely. Through the glass, I saw a woman adjusting the collar on one of the dresses. She paused and waved at me, and I smiled before deciding to go inside, just to have a quick peek.

  Inside, the smell of new fabric and perfume made me giddy. I remember my mama coming home with new fabric so she could make our dresses. And I believe that some of them were given to us from charity organizations.

  “Hello there, and welcome to Betty’s,” the woman said.

  “Hi there,” I answered, letting my gaze roam around the store. Plaids, sequins, checks, and stripes of every color could be seen. I wanted one of everything! “Are you Betty?”

  “I sure am. First time here?”

  “Yes, ma’am. You seem to have a lot of choices.”

  She laughed softly. “That we do. Are you looking for something in particular? Evening wear? Day wear?” She slung her arm over one of the racks and offered me a confident smile. She must not have noticed what I was currently wearing because I obviously didn’t come from money.

  “I’m not really looking for anything, to be frank. I just noticed your dresses in the window and couldn’t resist coming inside. I don’t want to waste your time.”

  She gave a dismissive wave. “Not at all, dear. It’s Monday, so things are slow. Today’s been an absol

ute bore!”

  Behind her, I noticed a rack of pajama suits, one especially standing out to me. “I see you don’t just carry dresses.”

  She followed me as I walked to the rack, reaching for the suit in front. It was a 2-piece set, red and black and embroidered with flowers and dragons. I wanted to cry it was so beautiful.

  “That’s one of our most popular styles here. Would you like to try it on?”

  I ran my hands down the silky front, feeling the texture of the embroidery. “I don’t have enough money for it. Besides, these are for summer. I need something warm for the winter.”

  She rested her hand on my shoulder. “Oh, applesauce! You need something you can wear any time of year. And as far as not having enough money, we do have a layaway plan if you need it. Ten percent down and six months to pay. You’ll be wearing this gorgeous oriental suit by next summer. Here, you must try it on.”

  I stepped back as she flipped through the rack, occasionally glancing my way to eyeball my size. After selecting a pair that seemed to be my size, she tossed it over her shoulder. “Follow me, dear.”

  She took me to the back of the store where a privacy screen rested near the wall. Flutters of excitement rippled through me as I slid the silky fabric up my legs and then over my arms. I ran my hands down the front, smiling contentedly. I had never worn or felt anything so beautiful in all my life.

  “How does it fit?”

  “Amazing.”

  I stepped around the screen so she could see, and she curled her finger at me. “Looks perfect, but you must see for yourself.”

  I walked a few feet to the mirror. She was right. They were the perfect fit, and the colors were just right for my olive complexion.

  “How much?”

  “Ten percent down today would only cost you twenty cents. That’s a bargain if I ever heard one!”

  I made a face, not feeling terribly convinced that two whole dollars was a bargain for pajamas, beautiful as they were. But since I wasn’t accustomed to shopping for clothing, how could I possibly know what I should be expected to pay?

  What I did have, however, was a handful of change in the pocket of my dress. And six months seemed like plenty of time to pay off a set of pajamas.

  A set of pajamas that I wanted more than I had wanted anything in a long, long while. And I just knew that Pa would love them once he saw me wearing them.

  “I’ll take them.”

  ***

  By the time I met Pa back at the wagon, I realized that all my change was gone (I’d had enough to put twenty percent down), but I didn’t have a thing to show for it. Which meant I would have some explaining to do.

  Fortunately, based on the smile he wore, and the fact that the back of the wagon was empty, I’d say he should have a pocketful of cash himself.

  “Did you sell everything, Pa?”

  “Sure did,” he answered, helping me climb up in the wagon. “We’re going to be just fine for the next month or so.”

  I breathed a sigh of relief, already mentally planning how to ask him for next month’s payment on my purchase today. I never thought in terms of being poor or rich. I only knew that we always had what we needed, even before Ma passed away. But now, I found myself curious about what our actual financial situation was.

  We were halfway home before Pa seemed to notice that I was empty-handed. “How’d you make out this morning? I don’t see you holding any treat bags.”

  “Well, that’s because I don’t have my treat just yet.”

  Wrinkling his brow, Pa seemed miffed. “What are you saying, Ruth?”

  I turned to face him and placed a hand on his leg. “I made a down payment on the most beautiful oriental pajamas today, Pa. They look hand-embroidered, with these lovely patterns of—”

  “You did what!?” he roared, shooting me a look that gave me shivers.

  I licked my lips, my heart pounding furiously. “Pa, they’re so pretty. You’re going to love them.”

  I heard him growl, and his jaw clenched so tight, I thought he would break a tooth. “How much?” he grumbled.

  I took a deep breath before answering. “Forty cents today. And I have six months to pay off the remaining dollar sixty.”

  “Two dollars! For something to sleep in?”

  Shuffle whinnied, and I winced, twisting my hands in my lap and scared of his sudden fury. “I didn’t think that was too much. Besides, Pa, like I said, I have six months to pay it off.”

  Pa made fists as he held the reins, his face tight with anger. I had never seen him get so frustrated in all my life, so I had to wonder what was going on to send him into such a rage. He began to slowly shake his head as he narrowed his brow.

  “I should not have to tell you that this behavior is unacceptable, Ruth. I think you need a reminder of your place.”

  “My—my place?”

  “You don’t decide what to spend my money on. Now I’ll have to go back to that store and cancel the transaction, and hope they’ll give me my money back.”

  I gulped hard as he continued, his face dark red with anger.

  “And in the meantime, as soon as we get home, I’m going to spank your little bottom good!”

  My jaw dropped open in shock. Pa hadn’t spanked me in over ten years. Did he truly think that was appropriate?

  “I’ll go back to Betty’s myself, Pa. I’ll handle it. There’s no need for a spanking.”

  Without repeating himself, Pa grumbled at me, and I knew what that meant; it didn’t matter what I said. Pa was going to spank my bottom regardless of how much I begged and pleaded.

  My skin began to tingle just thinking of a spanking. And it caused me to fight the tears the remainder of the ride home. I squirmed the entire way, hoping Pa would cool down before we got back.

  But based on his silence, and his terse movements when leaving me alone in the wagon once we did arrive back home, I’d say he was still rather angry.

  He opened the door to our cabin and turned back to face me as I sat frozen. “Sitting out here isn’t gonna do you any good, Ruth. I’m coming for that bottom in five minutes.”

  I rolled my eyes and lifted my dress as I climbed down to the ground, giving Shuffle a pat as I walked by. “Wish me luck, Shuff. I’m going to need it.”

  He whinnied again, as if to say he sympathized, and I decided that I might as well get this over with.

  I went inside and sat down on the edge of Pa’s bed, shoving my hands underneath my legs. I felt awful for what I had done, and if he knew that, maybe he would reconsider my punishment.

  I didn’t like the thought of him inflicting pain on me. Pa’s hands as of late had been used to bring me pleasure, not discipline. A spanking would not only hurt, but it would humiliate me beyond belief.

  When he approached me, holding a long, wooden spoon he had retrieved from the kitchen, my pulse began to hammer.

  “Pa, no,” I said, looking up at him with unsure eyes.

  He tossed the spoon on the bed and crossed his arms over his chest. “It’s there if I need it, Ruth. But it all depends on how you take your spanking.” I chewed on the inside of my lip as he curled his finger at me. “Now stand up for me and turn around.”

  With tears burning my eyes, I did as he said, feeling consumed with the urge to put up a struggle. but that’s precisely why he had brought out the wooden demon: to make me think twice about such things.

  I hugged my waist as Pa gathered my dress and lifted it up. “Put your hands on the bed, Ruth.”

  I leaned forward, allowing my palms to sink into the soft coverlet below. I clamped my eyes closed and held my breath as Pa pulled down my knickers to my ankles. Oh no, he was going to spank my bare bottom?

  I glanced over my shoulder and saw him standing there, his hands gripping my hips as he bore his gaze into me. “I’m going to give you ten swats. If you try to fight me, I’ll resort to the spoon, understood?”

  “Yes, Pa,” I answered, letting my head fall down.

  I gripped the coverlet between my fingers as he delivered the first swat. I jumped in place, but mostly because it startled me. It wasn’t a hard slap, nor was it painful.

  The second one stung, and Pa let out a grunt that sent flutters rippling through me.

  “I can’t believe I’m having to spank a grown woman,” he grunted upon striking me a third time.

  I yelped and clenched my bottom, feeling the heat begin to radiate out.

  His palm brushed along my flesh as he geared up for the fourth spanking. I lowered my head to the mattress below as he struck me again, the slap so loud it caused ringing in my ears.

  With the next few hits, my bottom burned more and more, my flesh feeling as though it had been lit on fire. But I did what I needed to do in order to stay silent, including tightening my upper body, fisting the coverlet, and making a pained expression.

  After the fifth or sixth spanking, Pa pressed his free hand on my lower back and used his spanking hand to knead my flesh. His fingers parted my cheeks and he released a low growl that left me confused.

  It sure didn’t feel like he was still angry with me, but rather … aroused.

  Several fingers moved through my folds, the slickness there indicative of how aroused I was.

  But I didn’t feel particularly aroused. So why was I so wet?

  “Something tells me you’re enjoying this, Ruth.”

  “I … I’m not, Pa.”

  Was I?

  If I was, would he keep spanking me?

  His fingers probed deeper, making me squirm as he found my orgasm spot—the one place that the moment he touched, all clear thought melted away. I instantly became a quivering mess of pre-orgasmic jitters.

  “Oh Pa…” I moaned.

  Curling his fingers downward to rub along my sensitive tissue, he forced another moan from my throat as he used his other hand to swat me good, this time near my upper thigh.

  I arched my back, suddenly wanting more. The sting mingled with the pleasure being inflicted on my inner walls, and my legs began to tremble as Pa magically brought me to the edge of orgasm in a matter of seconds.

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