Travis & Coralee: A Young Wife's Lessons Yellowstone Spanking Erotica

The Birthday Spanking

This is spanking erotica. If it upsets you or you have a moral objection to reading stuff like this, please discontinue reading this because it is likely you will be offended. 

I hadn't intended to write a second chapter, but I'd written a couple of paragraphs then it just seem to write itself. If this is your cup of tea, please enjoy.

It was his first trip to the Yellowstone. Travis Wheatley had never done business with John Dutton, but his friend Rip Wheeler had told him John was in the market for some ranch horses and he'd put in a good word for him.

He loaded his trailer with horses he thought John would like, plus he added a few nicer ones. Depending on the circumstances people could sometimes be persuaded to spend a little more than they planned, and he'd learn to prepare for any situation.

Rip greeted him as he got out of his rig. "You're in for a treat, John's nieces are here," he said and pointed in the direction of the corral. A blond girl was sitting on the fence watching another blond girl put her horse through its paces as it loped around four barrels.

"Go Coralee, you got this, girl," she yelled at the other.

Rip and Travis stopped to watch. The blond girl on horseback was taking the barrels too fast but it was obvious that was what she intended. She was trying to get more speed out of her horse, and it was working until she took a curve too sharp, and her horse stumbled, sending her to the ground.

"Shit!" she said, not caring if anybody heard. She went and checked her horse then mounted it and started again, taking things fast but more slowly.

"Now don't that beat all," said Travis, "How old is she?"

"She's twelve and her sister is fourteen. John dotes on them; they're spoiled rotten but they're good kids. They're getting better, John is going to want some new horses for them, they've been competing since they were old enough."

The blond on horseback came trotting up to them, "Hi Rip, who's your friend?"

"Travis Wheatley, he's here to sell your uncle some horses."

"Where you from, cowboy?" she leaned forward on her horse's neck, her blue eyes looking straight into his.

"From the Texas panhandle, miss, and you're?"

"I'm Coralee Dutton and that is my sister, Katie, we're from here. Uncle John provides us with our horses, though we're not in the market right now."

Travis was dumbstruck, at twelve she was a beauty and an accomplished flirt. He wondered how her parents kept the boys away. She had a ready, open smile and he liked her insouciance. He bet that the two girls together were trouble. He'd like to be around in another ten years, not sure that he'd stand a chance with her, but he'd be willing to try.

Rip saw what was going on and decided to put a stop to it "Coralee, you and Katie need to go into the house and wash up. Gator will be serving lunch any minute now." He wanted to get her away from Travis.

"I have to cool him down, I won't put a horse away wet, you taught me that."

"I'll put him on the walker, you go in too, Katie."

She handed the reins to Rip, young as she was, it was obvious that she'd rather stay and flirt with Travis. Travis's eyes followed her as she and her sister disappeared into the house.

"What was that, Rip? That little girl is going to get herself into serious trouble if someone doesn't rein her in."

Rip laughed, "Oh, their parents keep a pretty close eye on them, they're the youngest of six. One of these days, though, they're going to cut loose."