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to let Adams see any response; she simply refused to give him the satisfaction. Although her bottom was stinging from the first strike she was grateful she was wearing jeans and that the tough denim was affording her some sort of protection.
    There was another terrible whistle and she felt the fire spread across her left buttock, but again she fought the urge to cry. She tensed and waited for the next blow, feeling humiliated and trapped. From behind she heard Adams’ low laughter and a cold shiver ran down her spine. Bunnie had never so much as seen Adams smile before, so the normally innocent sound seemed sinister coming from his gravelly vocal cords.
    â€˜You think you can outsmart me, girl?’ Adams said with menace. ‘I know all the tricks. You can try with all your might to keep your tongue but I know I can make you grovel. You have to learn your lesson.’
    Strong hands reached around her and fumbled with her zip. Desperately she clenched her thighs together, trying in vain to hold on to the only barrier between her flesh and the harsh leather of the crop. Oblivious to her efforts he easily yanked down her jeans and knickers. The denim gathered around her ankles, both her legs and arms now restrained.
    â€˜Now let’s see how many lashes you can take on your bare arse.’
    She flinched at his touch as he slowly stroked her exposed buttocks. His rough skin scratched her as it moved slowly over her rump, and the curve of her flanks towards her thighs.
    â€˜Don’t you touch me like that, you have no right, I’ll report you to the police, you’re nothing but a pervert!’ Bunnie gabbled, and immediately regretted it. He slapped her thigh hard with the palm of his hand, the sudden impact causing her to gasp.
    â€˜I know what you lot get up to at the house. Tarts and whores the lot of ya. I’ve been working these grounds for forty years, man and boy, and I know what goes on behind closed doors. By the time I’m finished you’ll be begging for more, you’ll be begging me to fuck you.’
    She couldn’t speak, she couldn’t move and she couldn’t deny that what he said was true. An explosive burst of pain seared her rear as Adams landed another blow. Behind her she could hear the horses getting agitated, grunting and snorting, picking up on the heightened tension in the barn.
    Bunnie so badly wanted to put her hands over her hot bottom, but had no choice but to struggle against her restraints in the few seconds before the next blow landed. This time a scream escaped her lips and she could feel the welt begin to swell and glow. Tears sprang to her eyes and she bit her lip in an effort to stop herself from sobbing.
    Her humiliation grew as she felt Adams run a rough finger over the tramlines on her buttocks, admiring his handiwork. Bunnie heard his guttural panting, that could have been mistaken for one of the stabled animals if it hadn’t been coming from directly behind her.
    Unable to control himself any longer he dropped the whip and slapped her hard with his plate-like hand. After the burning pain of the riding crop Bunnie was almost relieved to feel the wider area of his palm spreading the warmth across her sore bottom. Bunnie felt her pussy pulse and her gasps of pain turned into moans of pleasure as she felt Adams apply a firm smack to her rapidly moistening pussy.
    She was ashamed to find herself lifting her bottom to meet the punishment, her desire growing and her juices flowing. She could feel her swollen lips opening. Still hampered by her jeans around her ankles she opened her legs as wide as she could. Adams would be able to see the physical signs of her arousal, she must be visibly wet and her inner pinkness would surely be irresistible to touch. Still Adams spanked her, a blow landing squarely between her legs, causing her to cry out.
    â€˜Well, well,’ Adams said, his voice hoarse with need. ‘If I didn’t know any better