Hi everyone -- As you may or may not know, I'm on a quest to write femdom erotica in all of the major old-school campy genres. My high fantasy effort was "Lady Mielikki's Amulet" and my noir stuff was "The Femme Fatale's Curse." This is my femdom western story.
Really big on whipping/spanking, clothed-female-naked-male stuff, bondage, ropes, all that stuff. Everyone is over 18 years old. And like always, this is nothing more than fantasy...but let's hope it's filthy fucking hot fantasy.
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Whippin' Willa Jade got back into Galena City in the hottest part of the day, in full view of the punishing desert sun. Levi heard the commotion in the main street below and looked up from the cards in his hand -- a royal flush, for once.
Pete and Edwin wouldn't stand a chance.
What he saw in the dusty street a single story below the saloon's second-story balcony, though, drove all thought of poker from his mind, at least for the moment.
"Well I'll be damned," he said, putting his cards facedown on the rickety table between them. He laughed, then raised his whiskey from the table's surface. "If it ain't Whippin' Willa Jade herself, boys, and look who she has in tow."
Pete and Edwin didn't have as clear a line of sight on the street below as Levi did, so they had to stand in order to see it, but once they did, Edwin let out a whoop.
Whippin' Willa Jade sat astride her famous black horse looking for all the world like a conquering general: back straight, hat aloft, one hat on the saddle's horn. On either side of her rode the other two members of her bounty hunting outfit -- Ella the Fury and Colorado Christa, looking just as stately -- but it was the man in tow -- wrists bound by a rope attached to Willa's saddle -- that made Levi, Pete and Edwin clink their glasses together and down their whiskey in celebration.
It took a moment to recognize Galton Hanover as Willa's captive, but that was because he was naked, save for the boots on his feet. He looked exhausted, and kept his head down, but Levi caught sight of his ruddy orange beard and gleaming bald head. It was Galton Hanover, all right. And by the look of him, he'd robbed his last train.
Which, of course, only meant more trains for the Levi Reynard Gang.
"Goddamn, this calls for another round," Edwin said, moving from the balcony poker table back into the dimness of the saloon. "I'll be back, boys."
He wasn't the only one celebrating. Most of Galena City's residents had been inside the town's ramshackle buildings in some vain attempt to escape the screaming desert heat. But as more people caught sight of Willa's arrival -- and the outlaw she'd caught -- more of them poured out onto the boardwalks, and a round of applause and cheers went up.
Whippin' Willa Jade and her band of bounty hunters ignored them all, as they usually did, their faces set in the same stoic grimace she was already becoming famous for in some of the smaller local newspapers in the area.
She led Galton Hanover to the town square, urging her horse a bit faster, just fast enough so Galton had to run -- and almost trip -- to keep from getting dragged in the dirt of the main street.
Sheriff McGillypatrick was already in the large space, just below the saloon's balcony, but he didn't move forward as Willa and her companions kept riding, circling the square and speeding up so Galton was all but sprinting behind her now, still keeping his head down against his naked chest. A cheer and a round of laughter went up from the onlookers Will and her prisoner passed by.
Sheriff McGillypatrick knew the tradition well; he'd cut the deal with Whippin' Willa Jade six months or so ago, back when gunfights and horse thefts were the norm in Galena City: he would pay her for all the outlaws she rounded up, but she got to do whatever she wanted to them first.
Very often in public.
Sheriff McGillypatrick wouldn't stop this public humiliation of Galton Hanover for anything until Willa herself turned the outlaw over to him. The prospect of getting caught by Whippin' Willa Jade was a better deterrent than the sheriff could have imagined at first. You weren't just jailed. You were publicly humiliated, mocked, written about in newspapers for 100 miles. Any credibility you had as an outlaw was destroyed. You had no choice but to leave.
Not only that, no one really knew anything about Whippin' Willa Jade or her band of bounty hunters. They didn't live in Galena City. They didn't live in Acidalia either, a day's ride away and the only other town of any size on this stretch of the desert at the foot of the Manacle Mountains. No one knew where they were at any given time -- even the sheriff -- which meant no one knew when she might swoop in and claim a bounty.
Crime in Galena City had plummeted since the sheriff had cut a deal with her.
Galton finally tripped, went down in the dirt behind Willa's horse, and she stopped, then hopped out of the saddle. She undid the rope and then held it in her hands as Galton tried to pick himself up from the dust.
"No need for that, boy," Willa said, wrapping the rope around her wrist and pulling him closer to her, on his knees. "Stay down."
He did, inching closer and closer to her on his knees. Ella and Christa also dismounted and made their way over to where Willa stood, Galton Hanover at her side, still trying to hide his face with his forearms.
"Oh that ain't going to cut it," Willa said, and reached down, grabbed his beard, and gave it a sharp tug tilting his face upward. "Might as well show these good folk who you really are, right? You're Galton Hanover -- and what'd they call you? Handover Hanover? Trumpeting yourself all over God's green earth as the best train robber in the West? That's who you are, right? No sense hiding it now."
Laughter went up from the crowd on the boardwalks and in the streets.
"That's who he is folks," Willa called to the assembled town. "Reckon you won't have to worry about him robbing anymore of your trains or your banks or rustling anymore of your cattle now."
The crowd cheered. Willa moved back toward her horse and untied the whip from her saddle.
Even from his vantage point on the saloon balcony, Levi could see Galton's eyes grow wide. Everyone knew what was going to happen next. They didn't call her Whippin' Willa Jade for nothing.
Levi took the whiskey Edwin had brought and sipped it, enjoying the look on Galton's face over the rim of the glass.
Galton said something to Willa inaudible from this far away. Willa cracked the whip in the dust; a cloud of it spewed up around the hem of her jeans. She must've had it custom-made, Levi thought -- it wasn't big or serious enough to be a bullwhip, and even though it curled up like a stock whip, it didn't look quite as thick.
"Scared?" Willa asked. "Handover Hanover is scared of a lady with a whip?"
Galton swallowed.
Willa turned so her back was to Galton, on his knees behind her now, and so she was facing most of the crowd in front of her.
"If you kiss my ass real nicely maybe I won't use this on you," she said, and cracked the whip in the dust again. "Go on, now."
More laughs and cheers from the crowd. Galton didn't have to be told twice. He pressed his lips to Willa's denim-clad butt and covered it in kisses. She pulled up on the rope still in her other hand raising his wrists in a mock begging gesture.
"What do you think, folks?" Willa asked the crowd. "I'd say Handover Hanover is at least as good at kissing ass as he is at robbing trains, but you think it's good enough to get out of the whipping I'm fixing to give him?"
There were a few shouts of "no!" and a few boos. Willa threw her head back, scarlet curls flying all around her face and the brim of her hat in the blazing desert sun, and laughed.
"Y'all are a great crowd, you know that?" She asked, then spun fast enough to catch Galton Hanover mid-kiss and slapped him across the face. "On your knees, facing away from me. And get that backside of yours in the air."
"Please," Galton said, and even Levi could hear it from the saloon balcony. He smiled at the sound.
"Oh now the best train robber in the west wants to beg," Willa told the crowd. "Gone yellow on us, folks."
More laughter at that. She slapped him again.
"You heard me the first time, boy," she told him. "Don't make this worse for yourself."
Galton swallowed. Willa passed the rope to Ella.
"You heard her the first time," Ella told him as she did, making Galton turn.
Now Willa -- and the rest of the town -- had a clear line of sight on his milky-white ass.
She cracked the whip into the ground at her boots again, laughed as Galton flinched. She laughed again.
Then she brought the whip down hard on Galton Hanover's backside with a satisfying CRACK that echoed through the town square.
A mixture of laughter and applause drowned out whatever noise Galton made. Willa whipped him again after that, then again and again.
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
Levi sipped the whiskey, counted the red welts on Galton's ass as he did.
"You can get that backside higher in the air," Willa said to Galton, as she twirled the whip at her side. "Come on now. Give these fine folk a show."
He didn't move. Willa cracked the whip against the tops of his thighs now, and harder this time too.
Now Levi did hear him yelp.
"Have you gone deaf, boy?" Willa asked. "Ain't no one to stop this. It ain't over until I say it is."
Galton raised his ass up higher.
"Thought so," Willa said to herself, barely audible from this distance.
She whipped him again and again and a third time.
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
Galton whimpered, his whole body shaking. Willa paused, spit on the ground, and paced through the dust to his other side.
"All right boy," she said. "Now I want you to wag that little backside of yours like a good little doggy. Good dogs don't need whippings, remember."
The crowd burst into laughter and cheers at that. Galton shook his red ass a few half-hearted times.
"Hmmmm, what do you folks think?" Willa asked the crowd. "Is my doggy here a good enough little doggy?"
"No!" Came the shouted response.
"Didn't think so," she said, and brought the whip down on his ass again, without warning.
Galton yelled into the dust.
"Come on, doggy," Willa said. "Let's see you wag that tail."
This time, Galton shook his scarlet, welted ass with more fervor, and faster. Levi smiled at the sight.
"All right," Willa said, and Galton relaxed at the word, apparently thinking it meant she was done with him.
CRACK!
He howled as she brought the whip down once more, unexpected. She smiled to herself, kicked at the dust and sighed. Then she walked around and knelt in front of Galton while Ella kept hold of the rope around his wrists.
"Reckon I'm done with you and you're done with Galena City," she said, then spit in his face and slapped him hard across the cheek. "Hand him over to McGillypatrick, Ella."
Ella did so as Willa left the town square, headed for the saloon, as the crowd burst into applause. She didn't acknowledge them at all.
"Goddamn," Edwin said again, as the three of them turned back to the poker game on the table before them.
"Looks like things got a lot simpler with Galton out of play," Pete said.
"You think his gang's gone too?" Edwin asked.
"I know those boys," Levi said. "They're yellow. Ain't nothing without their fearless leader. We got a clear bead on the Galena City & Pacific line tomorrow. Only outfit in the Manacle Mountains who could have beat us to it was Galton's. And..."
He gestured to the town square below, where Sheriff McGillypatrick took the rope binding Galton's wrists from Ella.
"Reckon so," Edwin said.
