The Texas Saddle

A night out drinking gets two girls into trouble. A story from the archives.

By Kenny Walters

Emily Carter slammed the Jeep Grand Cherokee into a vacant slot right across the street from the Tacahoosa Sheriff’s office, flung the door open and stepped out into the morning sun. The tall dark-haired woman’s white broad-rimmed Stetson, freshly laundered white blouse and smart gray pin-strip pants might have looked out of place in some parts, but not in this affluent township with its fine houses and outlying horse ranches.

A horn beeped just as Mrs Carter began to cross the street. Looking round, with more than a thought to giving the driver a piece of her mind, she saw a dark blue Ford pick-up pulling in behind her Jeep.

“Sarah-Louise?”

“Hi Emily. You too?” Only an inch shorter than Emily Carter’s five feet five, Sarah-Louise Huxton’s long blonde hair flowed untidily down from a battered tan Stetson. As she got out of the pick-up, dusty faded blue jeans, a red check shirt and calf-high carved leather boots suggested Sarah-Louise was just what she was, a hard-working ranch owner.

“Your Elisabeth and my Lucy? Both of them?” Emily asked.

“I guess so. Unless you’ve taken a fancy to the gorgeous Sheriff Ed Johannson and you’re just bringing him some apple pie to have with his coffee.”

Emily Carter chuckled as she pictured in her mind the six foot six inch, sixty-two year old sheriff and his two fifty pound bulk. She’d become good friends with Sarah-Louise Huxton ever since moving to Tacahoosa three years ago after her divorce from her California lawyer husband, Joe. Lucy Carter and Elisabeth Huxton, both now eighteen, had also become good friends after Emily took her to Sarah-Louise’s ranch for riding lessons.

“Quit making me smile, Sarah-Louise. I’ve been working this anger up for the past hour and I want my Lucy to know all about it.”

“Now you see, it’s the exact opposite with Elisabeth and me. When I don’t talk, she knows she’s in big trouble.” Sarah-Louise Huxton linked arms with Emily and together they crossed the street and entered the Sheriff’s office.

“Hi Sarah-Louise. How’re you doing? Mrs Carter, isn’t it?” Solana Rodriguez, a pretty young Hispanic deputy greeted them from behind the counter. “Why don’t you go right into Sheriff Johannson’s office? Your girls are in there having coffee. At least it might help their hangovers even if the conversation don’t.”

“Thanks, Solana.” Sarah-Louise Huxton smiled at the deputy and led the way past the counter and down a short corridor until they reached the sheriff’s office. With just the briefest of knocks, she pushed the door open and went in.

“Why, good morning ladies.” Sheriff Ed Johannson greeted the two women through a mouthful of a massive half-eaten sandwich as he looked up from his large chair behind the desk. Blonde-haired Elisabeth Huxton and Lucy Carter with neat short dark hair sat on hard wooden chairs placed against a side wall looking decidedly pale and sickly, not to mention out of place, in their very short party frocks. “I did offer your two girls some of these fine bacon sandwiches but for some reason they declined. Can’t imagine why.” He chuckled as the two eighteen year olds practically retched at the thought.

“How much trouble are they in, Ed?” Sarah-Louise asked.

“No real trouble with me, Sarah-Louise. We just picked them up off the street outside Joe’s Bar and brought them here for safe keeping. Seeing as how they were too drunk to stand up and seeing as how it was gone three in the morning, we thought you two ladies wouldn’t take too kindly to being woken up at that hour.

“Appreciate that, Ed.” Sarah-Louise looked angrily at her daughter. “Can we take them off your hands now, Ed?”

“They’re all yours, ladies.” Ed Johannson grinned.

Sarah-Louise pointed towards the door. “Shift your butt, girl.” Her words were meant particularly for her own daughter, and Elisabeth jadedly hauled herself off her chair and out, followed by an equally lethargic Lucy Carter who somehow managed to avoid the angry glare of her mother.

The bright morning sun was too much for the teenagers to bear and they shielded their eyes as they crossed the street towards their mothers’ vehicles.

“Put your seat-belt on.” Emily Carter snapped as she slammed the door of the Grand Cherokee shut, an act that did little for Lucy’s throbbing head. Having dutifully complied, the journey home was made in a stony silence that Lucy was not too sorry about.

“You’d better get to bed.” Mrs Carter told her daughter coldly when they got home. “We’ll discuss this tomorrow.”

Apart from hearing Lucy come down to make herself a sandwich at some point during the evening, that was about all Emily Carter heard from her daughter until breakfast the following morning.

“You feeling better now?” Mrs Carter asked when Lucy sheepishly sat down at the breakfast bar in the kitchen.

“I guess so.” Lucy answered, a little unsure of her mother’s disposition.

“Ham and eggs?”

“Sounds good.”

Mrs Carter soon had their two breakfasts dished up and placed before them on two neighbouring bar stools.

“How long am I grounded for?” Lucy asked, having decided her mother’s mood was notably less frosty than the previous day.

“I’m still thinking about it.” Mrs Carter took a long drink of orange juice. “You want to come out to the Huxton place with me this morning? Sarah-Louise phoned late yesterday and asked us both over.”

“Yes.” Lucy replied, surprised she was being offered such a treat. “Maybe I could help Elisabeth with the horses? Perhaps give them a little exercise?” The dark-haired eighteen year old knew she was pushing her luck but reasoned she was in so much trouble it could hardly make matters worse.

“Maybe. I’m sure Elisabeth would welcome the help.”

“Okay. I’ll wear jeans.” Still amazed at her mother’s benevolent attitude, Lucy considered asking whether working with the horses could become her punishment for her drunken night out but decided that might be a risk too far, at least for the time being. She could always raise the possibility later.

The drive out to the Huxton ranch was surprisingly amicable, at least as far as Lucy was concerned. Her mother was actually speaking to her, and not about her shameful night out.

“Hi, ladies.” Sarah-Louise Huxton greeted them from the front porch of the two-storey ranch house as they drove into the yard. “Elisabeth’s in the barn, honey.” Mrs Huxton told Lucy. “You want to go find her while your ma and I have a chat?”

“Sure.” Lucy answered with a broad smile, having been a little uncertain about her reception after the two girls’ shameful night out together. While the two mothers went inside the house, Lucy headed across the yard towards the large barn. “Hi, Ellie.” She called, peering into the comparative darkness through the large open doors.

“Oh hi, Lucy.” The blonde haired girl, dressed in jeans and a blue shirt looked up from where she was working on a large western style saddle mounted on a low trestle. “Come on in.”

“That’s nice.” Lucy commented as she passed her fingertips over the beautifully carved leather of the saddle. “What are you doing to it?”

“Mom bought it cheap a while back in a bankruptcy sale over in Tolerosa County. It hadn’t been used for years and all the leather had dried out. I’ve been feeding it and giving it a good polish to get it supple again.”

“You’ve done a good job. It looks beautiful.”

“Thanks. How’s your ma?”

“Amazingly pleasant, actually. How’s yours?”

“Yeah, not too bad.” Elisabeth stood up and stretched her back after spending so long crouched down working on the saddle. Her long wavy blonde hair glistened in the few rays of sunlight that permeated the inside of the barn. At fully five feet ten inches tall, she towered over dark haired Lucy by a good six inches. “Which is also amazing considering she hasn’t got around to paddling my butt yet.”

“Excuse me?”

“I mean I’m still waiting to be punished for our drinking session the other night. How about you?”

“I’m still waiting to be grounded. I did ask, but mom says she’s still thinking about it. My guess is three weeks. Isn’t what you’re doing with that saddle part of your punishment?”

“Gee, no. This is chores. All part of the fun of living on a ranch.”

“Yes, I know you have to work hard to help your mom. I still envy you though. I’d just love to work with the horses the way you do.”

“Yeah, it has its good points too, I guess.” Elisabeth wiped her hands on a clean rag and replaced the lid on the tin of polish she was using. “You want to go for a ride this afternoon, if we still feel up to it?”

“Yes, that would be great.” Lucy answered, her mind already concentrating on the joy of riding one of the fine horses the ranch was renowned for and oblivious to any other thought.

Elisabeth smiled wryly at her friend’s ingenuous pleasure. With the cleaning materials put away, she looked through the large open barn doors towards the ranch house. She grimaced.

“Looks like we’ve got company.”

Lucy looked out into the bright sunshine and saw Sarah-Louise Huxton and her own mother heading towards the barn.

“They might have brought us some coffee or something.” The small dark haired girl commented, seeing her mother walking with her hands down by her side and Elisabeth’s mother with her hands behind her back.

“You done with that saddle, Elisabeth?”

“It’s done as far as oil and polish are concerned, mom. I guess it needs working now to get it really supple.”

Sarah-Louise Huxton smiled. “Just what I was thinking, honey.”

“It looks really lovely, Elisabeth, and these western style saddles must be nice and comfortable.” Emily Carter added.

Lucy smiled too, pleased at the amicable way the conversation was going. “Perhaps we could try it out, see how it feels?”

“You girls really are reading my mind, honey.” Sarah-Louise cocked her head to one side as she spoke to the girl standing next to her daughter on the opposite side of the saddle. “What do you say, Elisabeth?”

“I guess.” The blonde girl seemed unsure, and noted her mother’s hands were still out of sight behind her back.

“We do need to sort out your behaviour the other evening, don’t we honey?”

Elisabeth bit her lip.

“Let’s get to it then.” Sarah-Louise Huxton used her left hand to gesture towards her side of the saddle, while her right hand fell to her side holding a wooden paddle about two feet long by four inches across, one end narrowing into six inches of handle just a couple of inches across. The blade had maybe a dozen holes drilled into it. “Lucy, you’d better come stand round this side, honey.”

As Elisabeth slowly walked one way round the saddle, so Lucy went the other. Elisabeth stood close to the saddle, facing it. Lucy was confused.

“Stand next to me, Lucy.” Her mother said, sounding strangely authoritative.

“What’s happening? What’s going on?” Lucy asked nervously as she complied.

“You’ll see.”

“You know the drill, Elisabeth.” Sarah-Louise Huxton spoke. “Pants down. Underwear too. We’re all girls together here.”

“Mom! What’s happening?” Lucy whispered to her mother as her friend, Elisabeth, started unfastening the front of her jeans.

“Shush!” Emily Carter tetchily quashed her daughter’s questioning as she too watched the tall blonde eighteen year old push her jeans down her long legs.

With her jeans now bunched up around her riding boots, pale blue brief panties stretching slightly as she bent down, Elisabeth stole a quick look round at her audience. Then she stood up straight, hooked her thumbs in the side of her underwear and quickly thrust her panties down, making sure they fell all the way to the jeans gathered just below her knees.

“Oh no!” Lucy gasped as she saw her friend’s creamy smooth bare buttocks unashamedly exposed.

“I’m ready when you are, honey.” Sarah-Louise brought the paddle up and patted it against her left hand.

Elisabeth responded by leaning forward over the saddle and going right down until she lay across the now well-polished riding surface. Her mother moved forward and shuffled around until her stance allowed her to place the paddle comfortably across both cheeks of her daughter’s bare bottom.

“Ten whacks, honey. Ready?”

“Yep.”

Sarah-Louise Huxton swung the paddle back easily, then sent it crashing down onto Elisabeth’s bare bottom with considerable force where it landed with a loud bang.

“Uuuhh!”

As soon as Mrs Huxton brought the paddle back for another swing, Emily and Lucy Carter could see large pink bruises already appearing on the milky white contours of Elisabeth’s bottom.

Bang! Another heavy stroke landed just a little lower than the first. Elisabeth grunted again.

Bang!

Uuuhh!!”

Bang!

Uuuhh!!”

Bang!

Uuuhh!!”

With five swats duly delivered, Elisabeth’s bottom was covered by sore red bruises which caused Lucy Carter to stand and watch with her mouth gaping. Her mother seemed more resolute and immersed in deep concentration as she watched every move.

“Uuuuuuhh!!”

“Uuuuuhhh!!”

“Uuuuuhhh!!”

As Sarah-Louise Huxton continued to wield the paddle, so her daughter Elisabeth lay across the saddle allowing herself to be soundly spanked.

“Oooooooooohhh!!”

“Ooooooooooowwww!!”

As the final two whacks of her punishment landed across her bare bottom, Elisabeth’s squeals became ever louder, and her bottom ever redder.

Mrs Huxton stood back and admired her handiwork. “I think that’s a pretty fair spanking, don’t you honey?”

“Yes, mom.” Elisabeth spoke in a rasping voice as she slowly eased herself up from the saddle.

“I don’t want to stop you going out and having fun, honey, but step too far out of line and there’s always a price to pay.”

“Yes, mom.” The tall blonde eighteen year old gently massaged her naked backside.

Lucy Carter moved forward hesitantly, expecting to be stopped at any moment from aiding her friend. Nothing was said, though, so she continued and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. Elisabeth grinned sheepishly, then reached down to find her underwear. Lucy helped her untangle the brief blue panties from the jeans and pull them back on. While she was helping with the jeans, Lucy failed to spot Sarah-Louise handing the paddle to her mother.

“You okay?” Lucy put an arm around Elisabeth’s shoulders.

“Sure.” Elisabeth smiled gratefully.

Both girls turned to face their mothers. Lucy’s face fell when she saw her mother holding the paddle.

“M… mom?” Lucy’s voice faltered as her eyes stared at the wooden paddle.

“I guess it’s your turn now, Lucy.”

“Mom! You can’t. You never have.”

“No, but I’ve thought about it a few times. I think this time you’ve just gone that one step too far.”

“Mom! You’re not serious? You’re not really going to spank me?” Lucy’s face broke into almost a smile as she doubted her mother’s seriousness, expecting and certainly hoping for her mother to suddenly confirm she was just teasing.

Emily Carter’s response was to gesture her daughter towards the saddle, just as Sarah-Louise Huxton had done with Elisabeth. “You’ve seen what you have to do, Lucy.”

“Mom! You’re kidding? Right?” Lucy looked hard into her mother’s face, seeking out any sign, a glint in the eye, an upturn of the lip, that would prove she wasn’t actually expected to comply.

Mrs Carter ignored her daughter and turned to her friend, standing next to Lucy and now fully dressed and gently rubbing her sore bottom. “Elisabeth, do you feel up to helping Lucy?”

The tall blonde eighteen year old gave a brief nod in response and took a half turn to face her shorter dark-haired friend. “Look’s like you’re going to get spanked too, Lucy. Might as well get it over with.”

Lucy looked despairing back, but the expression on Elisabeth’s face confirmed her feeling that there was no hope left of getting out of it. “What do I have to do?” She asked nervously.

“Just turn and face the saddle and drop your jeans and panties.”

Lucy reluctantly turned to face the saddle, then shot her head round. “Mom, I don’t have to bare my bottom, do I?”

“Yes you do, Lucy.”

“Oh God!” Lucy whispered to herself, and began unfastening her jeans.

With Elisabeth’s help, Lucy’s jeans and white almost thong-like underwear were soon pushed down her shapely legs until they grouped around her white loafers. Her red top, like a long red T-shirt, still covered her bottom from view as she began to lean across the seat of the saddle.

“Get right across and stick your bottom out.” Elisabeth advised.

After a little shuffling, Lucy got herself comfortably across the saddle with her bottom neatly and prominently presented for her punishment. She knew full well her red top was hiding her bottom from view and didn’t feel inclined to change things. Unfortunately Elisabeth, her bottom still smarting from her own paddling, wasn’t going to risk being accused of not helping Lucy prepare.

“Let me pull your T-shirt right up, Lucy.” Elisabeth offered, rolling up the thin garment before Lucy had a chance to respond. “It’ll stay up out of the way so your mom can do what she has to do.”

“This is just so gross!”

Elisabeth didn’t reply. She stepped aside and gave Mrs Carter some space.

“You sure you don’t want me to do it, Emily?” Sarah-Louise Huxton offered as Lucy’s mother stood awkwardly behind and to one side of her half-naked daughter.

“No, it’s my responsibility.” Mrs Carter replied. “I probably should have done something like this a long time ago.”

“Mom, this just isn’t fair.” Lucy wailed, her face hidden from sight on the other side of the saddle.

“What’s not fair, Lucy? I’m going to give you ten licks just like Elisabeth got. Same crime, same punishment. Sounds fair to me.”

“Okay.” Lucy said amidst a sigh. “Can we just get this over with?”

“Sure. Hold tight. Here we go!”

Taking a firm grip on the handle of the wooden paddle, Emily Carter drew the paddle well back and gave her daughter a good hard smack right in the centre of her bare bottom.

“Oowww!!” Lucy squealed.

“I think she could take it a little harder, Emily.” Sarah-Louise Huxton advised.

“Like this?” Emily Carter drew the paddle back even further and hurled her arm forward with as much strength as she could muster. The paddle cracked across Lucy’s bare bottom with a resounding bang.

“Yeeeeoouucch!!”

“That’s the idea, Emily. You’re getting the hang of it now.”

Pausing just a second or two to note her daughter’s reddening bottom, Emily hurled the paddle down again.

“Ooooooooowww!!” Emily wailed as the paddle hit her bottom with another loud bang.

“I’m not sure you’ll want to go riding so soon after this, Lucy.” Her mother told her as she hurled another stroke of the paddle at the girl’s bare bottom.

“Yeeeeeeeoouucchh!!”

Emily Carter swung three more strokes at her daughter’s bare bottom in quick succession, with Lucy squealing loudly after every one.

“Only two more to go, Lucy. Just as I’m getting the hang of it.” Her mother told her. “Let’s make them count.”

Using two hands to hold the paddle now, Mrs Carter swung the paddle with even more force and the paddle crashed into Lucy’s bare bottom with an even louder bang.

“Oooooooooowww!!” Lucy cried. “Hey mom, my bottom is really sore, you know?”

“I can see that, Lucy. Your butt would glow in the dark. And if you ever let me down like that again, well, now you’ll know just what to expect, won’t you?”

“Yes, mom.”

“Hold tight!”

Using a two-handed grip again, Emily Carter took aim for the last time and hurled the paddle down onto Lucy’s bare bottom.

“Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeoooouuucchh!!!”

“Okay, girl, you’re done.” Emily took a last, lingering look at her daughter’s red sore bottom and turned to Sarah-Louise. “Thanks for the loan of the paddle. That was a great idea of yours.”

“Beats getting uptight and angry. Better for Lucy, too. Much better than spending days on end cooped up in her room doing nothing in particular.”

With Elisabeth’s help, Lucy pulled herself up and off the large leather saddle and began softly exploring the damage to her bottom.

“God it feels sore!” Lucy whispered to Elisabeth.

“I guess that’s the general idea.” It was Elisabeth’s turn to reach down and help her friend with her white thong-like underwear and jeans. “Don’t worry, it’ll feel just a little easier in a bit.”

“Only a little? How long?”

“Sitting down won’t be too comfortable for a few hours yet, and the marks will take a week or so to disappear entirely. After that, you’ll be good as new.”

“It sounds like you’re an expert.”

“I’ve had a few paddlings over the years, I guess.”

With Lucy fully dressed, but still rubbing her smarting bottom, the two girls turned to face their mothers.

“Okay, girls. Guess you’re due some coffee. Let’s go.” Allowing the two girls to go first, Sarah-Louise left the barn arm in arm with Emily Carter. “Perhaps we’ll let them sit on those nice hard wooden stools in the kitchen!”

The End

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