Chapter 4
At about the same time Sheriff Ted Hawkins was about to make his way down the corridor towards Betsy Wymer's cell, Candy Winston was getting into a rural bus at Springfield which would take her on to Kentley and her aunt's house. She had talked to Aunt Jennifer on the phone and the latter had told her that her mother had made all the arrangements, that her allowance would be given to her, and that she should look upon the house as a kind of summer place where she could enjoy herself.
Candy Winston wasn't the least bit happy about being buried in a rube town for three hot summer months, but there wasn't much she could do about it. She didn't care for the scenery of the Ozarks; it looked like a lot of dreary farms all sprung out with a few hills and creeks and stretches of road all mixed up. It wasn't her idea of fun at all, and she told herself that she would try to find some way to escape. Maybe she could get to Los Angeles or even Las Vegas and have some real fun.
Sheriff Ted Hawkins was enjoying the last inch on a good cigar which Pete Helmerton, owner of the best saloon in town, had given him while he had enjoyed a few beers. He really didn't want any hard whiskey; that might make him too sleepy, and he didn't want to be that way when he went to visit that sweet long-legged bitch of a Betsy.
Inside his office, having pulled down the shade so that no one could look from the street, he changed into slacks and a sleeveless shirt, with no underwear. He didn't need underwear. All he had to do was yank down his zipper and sweet little Betsy Wymer was going to take what came or else!
From the drawer of his desk he pulled out a short rubber spanker. It was something like a truncheon, with a round handle about five inches long and a narrow rectangular applicator about a foot long, half an inch thick and about two inches wide. It was made of springy rubber, but it made a loud noise when it came down on a girl's bare ass. It caused a lot of pain but it didn't leave any permanent marks or do any real damage. Already his prick was starting to throb and stiffen against his fly as he carefully unlocked the narrow door, went down the corridor after first locking the door from the inside, and walk very slowly and as quietly as he could. The row of cells was dark, of course, but he knew exactly where the light switch was. He heard a startled gasp: "W-who's th-there?" and he grinned to himself. This was going to be duck soup.
"It's me, Betsy," he called softly.
"Oh, thank-thank goodness, Sheriff! I was so scared-"
"What's the matter, you figger somebody was coming in and maybe bang you, baby?" he coarsely asked, looking out a guffaw. Now he reached for the light switch and flicked it on.
He grinned cruelly as he saw Betsy standing there in the cell directly facing him, her hands gripping the bars, but her eyes very wide with fear and her face pale. That was exactly the mood he wanted her to be in. It would be a lot easier convincing her to spread those long legs of hers and let him have pussy.
"How-how long do I have to stay in this awful place, S-Sheriff?" Betsy's voice trem bled with an anxiety.
"That depends a lot on you, honey." He pulled up a round, leather-padded stool, seated himself, belched (he had had roast beef tonight) and lit a fresh cigar which he took out of the pocket of his short sleeved shirt. He enjoyed this cat and mouse game with the victim, because it worked him up and made the girl scared; then it was really fun when she started finding out what was really happening to her. She would be real nice to lick, though maybe he ought to have brought a switch. She was sort of tall, about five seven, and she didn't have too much meat on her ass. And it was a sort of boyish, tight little ass, but nice long legs and calves. Her bubbies weren't bad, either. They were high-perched, uptilting a little, not too big, but nice and perky. And her light-brown hair tumbled in tousled curls over one side of her face and made her really look sexy. All she had on was a pair of jeans, loafers and anklet socks, and a man's blue tee shirt. He could see the outline of a skimpy bra under the tee shirt, and he licked his lips with anticipation.
"Wh-what do you mean S-Sheriff?" she really sounded scared now, and he grinned again.
"Like I said, it's all up to you, honey. Now I guess I could take you back where you came from, that little dump where your stepfather is, but I guess he'd whale the hell out of your ass for running away and stealing his dough. You could really go to jail for that if he wanted to send you. At least reform school. You'd be in there with matrons who'd like to take a rubber hose or a paddle to your butt, Betsy, you wouldn't like that one bit."
"Oh no, please don't send me back! He-he tried to-to do things to me. You know, S-Sheriff. He married my mama six months ago, but he's been making up to me ever since. And she lets him. I don't know what's got into her, she gets drunk all the time. Please help me, Sheriff," the girl pleaded, tears glistening in her wide blue eyes.
"Then again," he drawled as if she hadn't even said anything, "I could just look the other way, see, keep you here a couple of days just so you'd have your punishment for being a naughty girl. Then I'd give you a couple of bucks, steer you on down the road and you're on your own. Get me?"
"Oh, please, please, Sheriff! I don't ever want to go back to that awful man or even to my Mama!" Betsy Wymer pleaded.
"Well, it's all up to you, honey. Now, tell you what. Take off that teeshirt. Hell, that's for a boy, and you ain't no boy, nohow," he leered.
"I-I don't want to undress-not in front of you, Sheriff, please. My stepdaddy, he was always coming to my room when I was putting my clothes on or something, and he made me feel just awful. Please don't ask me to do that."
"I can see you're a little uppity, Betsy girl, and you're a vagrant. You got no call to act that way. I guess I'm going to have to learn you a good lesson." With this, he rose from the stool, cupped the truncheon under one arm, and then unlocked her cell and entered. Betsy Wymer uttered a cry and cowered on the edge of her bunk, clasping her hands and looking up at him fearfully.
"Now you listen to me, you little bitch. I get hundreds like you comin' in here through a year, with some song and dance about running away from home, get me? For all I know, you might'a gone on the lam because maybe you pulled some robbery job or something, see? So I'm going to get the truth out of you. And I'm going to start by giving you a good whaling, Betsy girl. Now take off the tee shirt before I tear it off you, hear me?" With this, he raised the spanker and her frightened eyes fixed on it as she uttered a cry of terror and hastily tugged off the thin garment and let it drop to the floor of the cell.
He licked his lips. It was like taking candy away from a baby. She had on a white cotton bra, and it hugged her tits real nice. Before she could anticipate his next move, Sheriff Ted Hawkins had ripped it off.
"Ohhh! Oh, please don't do that! You haven't got any right to do that to me, Sheriff!"
"And now we got a little jailhouse lawyer with us, looks like," he chuckled thickly, his prick aching to be free and at work. "Stand up! Be quick about it, or I'll really whip the hell out Of your ass, girl. I'm the law here, and what I say goes. Now up with you."
Sobbing fitfully, the half-naked girl slowly rose to her feet.
"Now peel off those jeans," was his next order.
"Oh please, don't make me do that-owwouch-that hurts-oh please don't, don't hit me-please, you haven't got any right, you're not supposed to treat prisoners this way, I know you're not-owww, please, you're hurting me something fierce, Sheriff-ohhh, owww, all right, I'll take them off, for God's sake stop hitting me with that awful thing!" she screamed. He had suddenly seized her by the upper left arm, set his left foot on the edge of the bunk, bent her down across it and, raising the spanker, given her half a dozen solid whacks over the boyishly compact cheeks of her enticing ass. She didn't have much under the jeans, he knew, because they stretched real tight and he could see the crease between the cheeks. She kicked and screamed, and finally agreed to do what he wanted. He let go of her, with a growled: "Get them off fast!"
Sobbing as if her heart would break, Betsy Wilmer stooped and began to tug down her jeans. He made her sit down on the bunk and pull them off, along with her loafers, and he saw that she was wearing matching cotton panties and the anklets. At once she huddled her arms over her titties, but a blow on each wrist from the spanker made her drop her arms and start to cry as she bowed her head in frantic shame.
"Now," he said thickly, "I want those pants off fast, you hear, bitch? Either that, or I'll whup them off your ass, so help me!"
"Ohhh, please, S-Sheriff, don't do this to me-I'm a good girl-I wouldn't let my step-daddy do it, please, please, that's why I ran away, don't you understand?" the half-naked girl sobbingly clasped her hands and stared poignantly up at the gloating lawman-His beady little eyes glinted as they fixed on the sweet nubs of her bubbies, soft pink tips set in marrow rosy aurolae. He could see the shallow wide cleft of her bellybutton; and the pale white skin, with dainty freckles on shoulders and arms, made his prick savagely rampant.
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"All right, I see I gotta learn you good, once and for all, Betsy," he growled. Seating himself on the bunk, laying down the spanker beside him, he reached for the slim young teenager, caught her by the shoulders and viciously pulled her over his lap from left to right. At the same time, raising his right leg, he clamped it over her neck, so that her face was only inches from the floor and she was absolutely powerless. Betsy Wymer uttered a shrill cry of pain and terror. Chuckling lecherously, he now used both hands to tug her cotton panties down to mid-thigh, exposing the saucy, boyishly compact cheeks of her smooth white ass, which tightened convulsively in a frantic attempt to conceal as much of her person as she could. This was the spanking position in reverse, but he prided himself on being able to deal out backhanded blows that would pain her just as much as if she were lying in the proper position over his lap.
Her legs kicked wildly, and she tried to squirm off his lap, but now he put his right hand against her bare side, the dirty, broken fingernails digging into the soft tender flesh. Then, reaching for the spanker with his left hand, he lifted it up and brought it down with a solid THWACKK! over the tops of her jouncy hips. A wild cry of pain at once rose and Betsy twisted and squirmed with all her strength, but was absolutely helpless. His fat thigh pressed hard against her neck and shoulders, forcing her down, and he gouged her bare side with his fingernails as he panted, "Now I'm going to learn you, you little bitch! You're gonna be sorry you didn't do what I said right off, Betsy girl. And then you'd better be nice once you learn your lesson, 'cause otherwise, I'm gonna lock you up here for six months and let you rot, you hear?
But first, I'm going to whup that perky ass of yours till you know how to respect your betters."
Then, his eyes glistening as they swept the huddling white cheeks of Betsy Wymer's ass, on the top of which a darkening band of agonycolor was already imprinted, he lifted his left hand and delivered a second, then a third and a fourth smack, all three over the ripest curve of that tightly spaced pair of bottom hemispheres. Piteous cries and sobbing entreaties burst out at once as the frantic naked girl clutched at his right leg with her slim fingers, trying to ease the torturing and strangling clamp of his pinioning right leg over her neck. Her legs kicked this way and that, and he grinned, appreciating her suffering and shame. Now the spanker began to rise and fall rapidly, with crisp smacks ringing out, punctuated by feverish cries, hysterical sobbing and babbling supplications: "Ahoww! Oh please, S-S-Sheriff, I can't stand ityou're killing me-owwouu!!! Oh please, it hurts, I'll be good, oh please don't, I can't stand it anymore, I can't! Owwoeee!!! Oh my neck, Sheriff, please, you're hurting me so bad-oh please, what do you want, please stop it!"
But he did not stop until he had given her at least forty stinging smacks with the rubber spanker, leaving her bottom violently inflamed and shuddering uncontrollably. Her face was congested and wet with tears, and she fought for breath as he set the spanker down on the bunk beside him. "Now then, you gonna do whatcher told, huh, bitch?" he panted. "Or do you wanna have some more, maybe?"
"Ohhh noooo! Please, no more, it hurts so, oh you like to have killed me, S-S-Sheriff!" Betsy Wymer moaned.
His prick was bulging now, mad for appeasement. "All right, get off," he grunted, as he lifted his right leg. The weeping naked teenager slid down to her knees on the cold stone floor, both her hands feverishly rubbing her burning ass. He shifted himself so that he turned towards her, then pointed to the bulge in the fly of his slacks. "You know what to do now, bitch. 'Lessen you want another dose," he muttered hoarsely.
But Betsy Wymer was a true virgin, and she did not comprehend his meaning. She stared up at him with questioning, tear-blinded eyes, "You dumb bitch, take my cock out and suck it some!" he snarled, again reaching for the rubber spanker.
"Oh, I couldn't do that, don't make me do a filthy thing like that, Sheriff, oh please no! You're no better than my step daddy was, oh please, you ain't got no right to do this to me, you ain't!" the girl wailed tragically.
"I ain't, huh?" he grinned sadistically. He grabbed the spanker, transferred it to his right hand, and then shot out his left hand to twist his fingers in her light-brown tousled curls, yanking at them so as to tilt back her head. Almost in the same motion, he leaned forward and applied a glancing blow of the rubber instrument across the upper curve of her bare left tittie. A frenzied scream of indescribable anguish tore from the naked girl, and both hands at once clutched the wounded part and tried to soothe it. Chuckling evilly, he applied the spanker to the other loveglobe, this time right across the nipple. Betsy Wymer's maddened cry was almost a bellow, such as a dying animal might make in the throes of its last agony. "Oohhhahhrrrowwwooo!!! Not there, Sheriff, fer God's sake, not there on my bubbies!"
"You gonna do what I toldja to, then, Betsy?" he wheezed as he lifted up the spanker for another blow.
"Oh yes-oh please don't hit me there anymore, please don't, you'll kill me, please!" she whimpered.
"Then get to work and do a good job, or I sure will spank your tits and then give you another good dose on your ass, girl," he ordained.
Leaning back against the wall of the cell, straddling his fat thighs, Sheriff Ted Hawkins smirked triumphantly as the weeping girl crawled humbly to him, put up a trembling hand and began to tug down the zipper of his slack. At once his prick popped out, and she uttered a sobbing little gasp and recoiled. But once again his left hand shot out, the fingers yanking her hair, as he raised his right fist and menaced her with it: "Now you jist plumb do what I told you to, you little whore. Otherwise, I'm really gonna work you over. Now do it!"
Shuddering, her teeth chattering with loathing, the weeping naked teenager slowly obeyed. Bowing her head to the turgid shaft with the plum-shaped head tautly pointed at her, she forced herself to brush it with her lips and then, at his angry order, to take the tip inside her mouth and began to nuzzle and suck at it.
He gave her explicit directions, laughing cruelly when she choked and gagged at the hideous task. And when he felt himself close to pitch, he shoved her head away and smiled, "Now git on that bunk on your back and git ready for a hosing!"
Betsy dragged herself to her feet, holding on to the edge of the bunk, her haggered face turned in poignant supplication towards him. For answer, he seized the spanker and dealt her a wicked thwack across the base of her burning ass, and with a wild yell of pain, the unfortunate young teenager scrambled onto the bunk and lay on her back, covering her face with one arm, her lovely perky titties rising and falling violently.
Without more ado, Sheriff Ted Hawkins fell upon her. His hands squeezed her panting titties as brutally he pressed himself against the soft petals of her twat. Betsy's face twisted this way and that, her eyes rolling to the whites. With a scream, she announced the sacrifice of her cherry, trying to twist away from him. Now deeply planted inside of her, he slipped his hands down under her ass and squeezed the pain-throbbing cheeks until she screamed again. Then his greedy mouth covered her, drowning out her cries and he began to fuck her.