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

The Boys from the Bunkhouse

­­­Since her last spanking, Coralee had gone to great lengths to avoid another. Travis had not worn the belt again but fastened it and hung it on a hook on the closet door. He did not have to say it was a reminder, that was plain to see. If she misbehaved again, she could expect to feel that belt on her bottom.

She tried to throw herself into keeping as busy as she could, but it was not easy. The cooking and cleaning were relegated to Elena but she missed cooking. Her mother had taught her well and she was a good cook. Travis, however, liked Elena's cooking so Coralee was effectively shut out of the kitchen.

To relieve the boredom she spent hours practicing reining and cutting. She and Hickory were getting used to each other and day by day she regained her reining skills. Soon she was practicing the routines she had used with Coronado in competitions and improvising so she could come up with something new. Travis had purchased a video cam for her so she was to mark her progress.

The second half of the day was spent practicing cutting. She would get on Trixie, and under the tutelage of Matt or Travis, would practice cutting. She and Trixie eagerly pursued the cows, as if to prove that they were as good a team as any horse and rider in the barn.

At the end of the afternoon, Coralee was tired and would retreat to the house to take a shower and change her clothes. There would almost always be a couple of hours that she had to herself before Travis returned and she was finding it harder and harder to fill the time.

She loved her husband, but she was lonely. She was accustomed to having family and friends and she found herself bored, a feeling she hated. She wanted someone to talk to and had no intention of that person being Elena.

It helped to have Katie around. They trained together but at the end of the day, Katie would head to the bunkhouse while she was expected to return to the house.

Travis had not explicitly forbidden her to hang out in the bunkhouse. All he had said was that he preferred she did not socialize with the wranglers.

"He said he preferred, he didn't say expressly that you couldn't, right?" said Katie, "Come on, who is supposed to keep you company when he's busy working? You just can't sit around and wait for him, let's go to the bunkhouse, you need some fun.

They were off work for the day, playing Texas Hold 'em and drinking beer. She didn't like beer but she loved to play poker, any kind of poker. She had no money, so they fronted her some chips which they soon regretted because she started to win. She laughed as they moaned each time she won. They accused her of cheating but could not prove that she had.

She had just won a large pot when Travis and Matt came into the bunkhouse. Some were cheering her, and some were groaning that she had wiped them out.

She wasn't aware of Travis standing behind her until he picked up her cards and examined them closely. "Have you been cheating? "He asked.

"No, I don't have to, my brothers and sisters taught me how to figure the odds and read people's tells. We used to play for hours during the winter when the snow was too deep to play outside. After we got the animals fed Mom would fix a big pot of hot chocolate and make peanut butter sandwiches and we'd sit in front of the fire and play cards. Montana winters, you know," she added as if those explained things.

"Did you take any of their money?" he asked, and she shook her head.

"Just chips, no cash, they're lucky we weren't playing for money," she said.

"Well, it's time for you to come up to the house, dinner's almost ready."

She nodded and said her goodbyes. Was Travis acting strangely? She couldn't tell. This was the most fun she'd had since they'd gotten married. She craved the company of people her age and the bunkhouse had been fun.

When they reached the house, he turned to her and said, "Coralee, I don't want you hanging out in the bunkhouse. Number one, those people are my employees. Number two, I don't want a bunch of cowboys flirting with my wife. Number 3, I don't want to hear them complain you cheat them. Do you understand me?"

"Why not?" she could not help asking, "I'm lonely, I miss having friends my age."

"I gave you my reasons and they are clear. You stay away from the bunkhouse. I mean it." The look on his face let her know he was serious. She didn't need to ask about the belt hanging from the closet she preferred not to mention it. But it wasn't fair.

That Saturday he decided to take her into town and go to dinner. Afterward, he took her dancing at the local dance hall, and they danced for most of the night. He did not need to tell her he understood her frustration and her need to find company outside of the ranch. He wanted her to have friends and enjoy herself but the bunkhouse was not the place.

At the dance hall, he introduced her to couples and some singles that he knew. She received invitations to go shopping, for lunch, and for volunteer groups. They seemed nice, but she couldn't imagine these women in their nice dresses playing poker and drinking beer and telling dirty jokes around the table.

When they left her color was high and she was smiling and cheerful. He pointed out to her that if she went into town once in a while, she might not feel so isolated.

Her good behavior lasted about two weeks. She went shopping, she went to lunch, she even tried her hand at volunteer work but found that she just wasn't cut out for it.

Every day she watched as the wranglers wandered in and out of the bunkhouse. She wanted to join them, but she wasn't even allowed to let them saddle her horse, Travis no longer consented to her mucking stalls and feeding the horses.

One day, after a long ride, she could bear it no longer. She removed her horse's saddle and hung it on the wall. She rubbed Trixie down with a handful of straw, then went into the bunk house, ostensibly to grab a coke. The wranglers were indulging in a friendly game of poker and asked if she'd like to join them, if that is, she wasn't afraid that Travis would find out.

"Fuck Travis," she said, "Deal me in."

They sat and played, trying to beat her, and barely succeeding. She cheated a little, trying to let them win, but for the most part, she kept winning. They didn't hold it against her because she refused to play for money.

Things were going fine until Travis walked in. He looked around and then saw her sitting at the table, raking in the chips after a winning hand, grinning from ear to ear until she looked up and saw him.

"Uh-oh," she said, "I'm in trouble," but sounded more lighthearted than she felt.

"Okay," said Travis, "Coralee, let's get going. Elena is going to have dinner ready soon and we need to get washed up."

She said nothing but got behind him on the ATV and they rolled up to the house. "Upstairs, now," he told her.

She did as she was told, leaving him to chit-chat with Elena. Coralee had an idea that they would be having dinner late if they had it at all.

She did not need to be told to take a bath and wash her hair or to sit on the edge of the bed and wait. At last, he came in and took the belt down from the hook it hung from.

"You know I told you to stay away from the bunk house, but you chose to disobey me. I introduced you to some people you might want to get to know but you want to hang out with the wranglers. I don't want to do this to you, but if you insist on disobeying me you will face the consequences. Now, take off that robe and come and stand next to me."

Coralee sighed and did as she was told. He pulled her over his knees, saying, "You have a choice, Coralee, you could choose to obey me but you don't." He tossed the belt on the bed, "I'm going to use my hand, but don't expect it to feel any better."

She squeezed her eyes shut and waited, when his hand fell, it hurt and he didn't relent. When he finally finished she was crying like a baby and hated it. He took her in his arms, "There, there," he whispered, "All done." He laid her on her belly on the bed and took off his clothes. "I love you, little wife, I'm sorry I have to do this but you leave me no choice."