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Over the next few weeks I dated all three of my friends a few more times. Pete's sexual prowess was just as exciting and satisfying as always but the foolish infatuation I felt that one night was not there. Instead there was just the fun of good conversation and great sex.
I dated a few other guys also and I'll tell you about them later. First you need to know that Riverton isn't completely the idyllic paradise I've described so far. It has a darker side that I never would have dreamed possible. I've debated whether to tell you about this incident for a long time. I still get cold shivers down my spine whenever I think about that day.
It started out nicely enough. Mr. Denner wanted me to go out and write an article about Sam Miller and his experimental farming techniques. I was getting to the point where I could navigate the area without too much problem but he drew a little map anyway. I normally wore a dress or skirt in the office but he allowed that I could put on something more suitable for walking around the fields. That turned out to be a bad idea.
Their hired hand, Jacob, told me that the owners had gone into town to see the doctor. Mrs. Miller had fallen that morning and it looked like she broke her arm. He offered to show me around in their stead. There was a vague familiarity about him that I couldn't place and he smiled in a way that made me a little uncomfortable. Nevertheless I followed him into the fields. During the tour I realized that Jacob's involvement in the enterprise was limited to menial chores and he really had no idea exactly what sort of new methods Mr. Miller was using. It was obviously a wasted trip for me so I politely thanked him and said I would be on my way. He smiled again and said, "Wait, there's something I want to show you. Come with me."
Against my better judgment I let him lead me into a small building attached to the barn. He explained that it was where he lived. The place was unkempt to say the least but what shocked me was the pictures on the wall. Every one was of a woman receiving a Community Service. I had already seen these when I reviewed back copies of the Journal and couldn't believe that he had cut them out and saved them. He proudly pointed to each one and identified the penitents. I tried to inch my way towards the door but he held my arm. I was really nervous but didn't want to make a big scene by struggling or running. As he talked my blood ran cold.
"This one here is Julie Osborne. She's a pretty little filly. Don't remember what she did but she was beautiful doing her cable dance. And this is Amanda from the farm down the road. The picture doesn't show it but she managed to twist so much her bra fell off. Boy, that girl has some bodacious knockers. But these are my favorites. Your boobs aren't as nice as Amanda's but they'll do in a pinch. They didn't bounce around as much but they wriggled delightfully. I'll bet you were really turned on."
I shook my head. "No, not at all. I was in pain and that was it."
He smiled again. "Oh, I get it. You're embarrassed. But you're not fooling me. I know that the women in town love getting their asses whipped. Get it nice and red and they can't wait to screw your brains out. I've been on that cable a few times and get really hard when they paddle me so I know you girls must really love it too. Take this picture here. You can tell she's ready for it. If that damn loincloth wasn't there you could see her little slit dripping. One look at the way your were thrusting your hips during the paddling and I knew what you really wanted. And what was it with you and that preacher woman. A little lesbo action? I really envied her. Getting her hands directly on your backside. What really amazed me was the way you shoved your ass almost into that old mayor's face as he strapped you. I have to admire his self-control. If it was me I'd have taken you right there in the middle of the room."
I tried to interrupt him several times but he just ignored me and continued without stopping. "I'd never seen a woman stand like you did. Almost nude with your hands on your head. So cute and sexy. I wanted to talk to you but George got there first. Then he took you away. I'll bet the two of you couldn't wait to be alone. When you came back you had a nice smile on your face so I know what you did. I hear that he's well hung but have no fear. I'm no slouch when it comes to special equipment. So what's it going to be. Over my lap or wait, I've got a better idea. I can throw a rope over one of the beams in the barn and string you up like you were at the firehouse. Would you like that?"
I gave up on being polite and was struggling to get away as I shook my head and said, "No."
He either wasn't listening carefully or just choose what he wanted to hear. "OK. I can live with that. Actually I think I'd like having you on my knees even better. Take your clothes off."
Again I refused. "No. I can't do that. Don't you understand?"
That evil smile returned. "I may be a little slow but I'm catching on. You want to play the shy maiden game. Yeah, that's fine with me."
Although I was trying my best to get free it was in vain. This man was very strong and apparently very determined. In a flash he had my pants and panties around my ankles and then let go of my arm long enough to pull my T-shirt off. He didn't bother unhooking the bra. It was gone with one hard tug. Then he let go for a moment so he could sweep the junk off his bed. I tried to run but since my feet were effectively hobbled by my pants I fell down. He laughed and said, "That's the way darling. Make believe you want to get away. That makes it more fun but I'm getting impatient. Let's get started."
He picked me up as if I didn't weigh a thing and we plopped down. He on the bed and me with my bottom in the air. He started right in with the spanking. George is a fast starter but then he tapers off. This guy was only concerned with hurting. Time and time again he slammed his hand down. Along the way he said, "You may not have decent tits but your ass is perfect." And "I like the way you struggle. You rub against me and that feels good." And the most frightening was, "You're gonna love it when I plow my thick rod into you."
Reverend Archer was able to hold me despite my gyrations but they were involuntary and not attempts to escape. This time was different. I was doing everything I could to get off his lap but to no avail. He held my free hand at my back to prevent it from interfering with the blows and his huge arm pinned me to his lap. I was not going anywhere until he was done and then I knew I was in for a brutal rape. My only hope at that point was to get out alive.
When he stopped hitting me I expected to be thrown onto the bed but he kept me where I was and I heard him ask, "What are you doing here?"
My eyes were full of tears so I couldn't see much except a shape in the doorway. Then I recognized Howard's voice. "Oh, just driving by and thought I'd stop to say hello."
Jacob furiously replied, "Well, you said hello so get out. The lady and I are having a bit of fun and we'd like some privacy."
I screamed, "Howard, help me."
My champion calmly said, "Jacob, I don't think your guest considers that fun. Let her up. The game is over."
With a roar my captor threw me to the floor and stormed towards Howard. I feared for my friend. He was no match for Jacob's size or strength. I shouldn't have worried. Something in the smaller man's hand swung high and the big fellow crumpled into a heap. As Howard approached me he smiled and said, "One good thing about working in a hardware store is that I always have a spare piece of pipe in the truck."
He helped me get dressed and when we got to his truck he got out his trusty lotion bottle. This time I had no qualms about dropping my drawers. He bent me over the hood and was applying the soothing ointment as George and Larry arrived.
At first Larry chuckled and said, "Now that's a pretty picture."
I had just finished explaining what had happened when Jacob burst out and pointed a shotgun at us. I don't know if he was actually going to shoot us but when he saw the pistol in George's hand he decided to give up. I was still too upset to drive my car so Howard took me home. After the policemen loaded Jacob in their car Larry got his second chance to drive my little sports car. I told him I wouldn't mind if he kept it overnight and was welcome to take his wife for a ride.
On the way back I told Howard how grateful I was that he had just happened to be in the area. He laughed. "It was no accident. I drove by your office to ask you for a date and Denner told me about your assignment. Since I had just seen the Millers going into Doc Watson's I guessed that you were out there alone with Jacob. He's trouble with a capital T so I shouted for Denner to call George and drove out here as fast as I could."
I expressed my thanks and mused, "I wonder how many Community Services he'll get."
Howard shook his head and said, "None."
I was surprised and asked what he meant. He pulled the truck to the side of the road and turned it off. After a moment he spoke. "Jacob has been a problem for a long time. He's been on the cable a few times but it didn't take."
That's when I remembered why he was familiar. I had seen pictures of his Community Services in the old Journals. Howard continued, "This is the worst thing he's done and I suspect it will be his last."
He saw my look of confusion and sighed as he explained. "When I was a kid there was a guy named Barry Dawson. He was just like Jacob and one day he picked up a young girl. He beat and raped her repeatedly. She was in the hospital for quite a while. Of course there was a trial and then the problem just went away. The official word was that he was escorted out of town but just about everyone knew what really happened. Riverton doesn't send it's violent criminals to wreak havoc in the outside world. Let's just say he disappeared."
I shivered and had a hard time coming to grips with what he said. Riverton had its own set of rules. Some of them silly, some of them reasonable in their society and some of them almost unthinkable.
I called Mr. Denner from my apartment and he told me to take the rest of the day off. He also assured me that the Journal would not print the story. I thanked him and after a shower, fell asleep for hours.
Two days later there I was in Judge Olsen's courtroom. I gave my testimony and Jacob denied everything. He said, "It wasn't like that at all. This bitch wanted me to give her a good hiding and was hotter than a cat in heat when that guy showed up. I'm not the one who should be on trial. He should be arrested for assaulting me with a dangerous weapon."
After Howard and George gave their version of the events Judge Olsen found him guilty. Then Mr. Miller spoke up. "Your Honor. I would like to ask for leniency. Rather than sentence this man I think he should just be allowed to leave Riverton. With your permission I'll take him back to my farm to gather his belongings and see that he doesn't bother anyone again."
The Judge thought for a moment and looked at the farmer for quite a while. Then he said, "Agreed. Court adjourned."
Jacob gave me that evil smile again as walked out with his employer. It was like him saying he was not done with me yet. I told George about it and said it scared me. I asked, "What if he comes back to town and comes after me?"
George asked if I had heard about Barry Dawson. When I said Yes he looked away and quietly murmured, "Jacob won't come back."
I shivered just like I did in Howard's truck and nothing more was said.
A week later I was back at the Miller farm to do the original article but this time Mr. Denner was with me. It was difficult to concentrate on all our host was saying but I got most of it. I think that's why my boss was there; to make sure we didn't miss any details. As we passed the barn I looked at Jacob's house. I shivered and Mr. Miller noticed. He gently took my hand and led me to it. Through the open door I could see that it was totally empty except for a few pieces of furniture. The pictures and any other signs of the former inhabitant were gone. Mr. Miller quietly said, "He'll never hurt you or anyone else again."
I nodded in understanding but still felt a lot better seeing that place in my rear view mirror.
That night I called Howard and asked him to come to my apartment. When he arrived he was concerned and asked if I was all right. I answered, "Thank you. I'm OK now. There's no way I can truly thank you for saving me."
He actually blushed and tried to downplay his involvement but I stopped him. "I really appreciate what you did but that's not why I called you tonight. I have a favor to ask. Would you have sex with me?"
He just stared at me and said, "Huh?"
I explained, "When Jacob had me on his lap I was terrified beyond belief. I don't want that episode to scare me away from giving myself to a man for a loving spanking. I know I'm going to be nervous when you take me over your knees but I'm counting on you to be patient and gentle. Please?"
He smiled and wrapped me in his arms. "What kind of a gentleman would I be to turn away from a damsel in distress."
I lifted my face to his and his kiss assured me that I had made the right decision.
He slowly undressed me and was doing the most wonderful things to my body until he sat on the edge of the bed and patted his thigh. As I predicted, I froze for a moment and thoughts of sex started to fade. He stroked my side and talked softly as he calmed me and once I was face down he spent a long time doing nothing more than caressing and fondling my bottom. I felt myself relax and although I jumped a bit at his first little swat the familiar feelings of warmth and security returned. He seemed to know how to slowly increase the force of the slaps so I was never afraid of the sting building there.
When he put me on the bed I instantly rolled over and raised my rear end. I said, "I'm ready for the big finale. Give a few really hard ones."
He took me at my word and slammed his hand down four times and then slammed something else into me. My first orgasm was immediate and then we tried a few other positions and, well, you know.
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