Page 66 of Runaway Hucow

He decided to give the little hucow a nip with his teeth. Not enough to really hurt her, just enough to put her in her place. The effect was not what he had expected. The hucow moaned even more loudly and pressed herself harder against his lips.

“Do that again,” she breathed.

There was that bossy attitude again. Roscoe gave her what she wanted, but he was keeping a mental tally of her infractions, and he fully intended to make her pay for each one when the time for her punishment came.

He worked her over with all the ferocity of a predator feasting on its prey. He bit her nipples. He sucked, he licked. He brought his hands up to her chest and squeezed the milk out of her until it spilled down his chin, warm and white.

“I’m going to come, Roscoe,” the hucow wailed. “You’re going to make me come…”

It was a strange choice of words considering he wasn’t touching her cunt, and for a second Roscoe thought the relief of being drained had made the hucow delirious. Then the first huge gush of milk hit his tongue, and he realized she’d been telling the truth. The little hucow was coming out of her breast. She was coming inside his mouth. Her climax was so unexpected, Roscoe almost choked on it, and his eyes watered as he struggled to swallow all of it down.

When she was finally finished, he leaned back and dragged his knuckles across his dripping chin. The hucow tugged at his horns, trying to pull his face back to her chest.

“Do the other side,” she said.

So much bossiness. He was going to tan her hide for that. But first he was going to suck all the attitude out of her. He locked his mouth around her other nipple and went to work. He punished her with his lips and his teeth and his tongue, and when she came for him a second time, her whole body shuddered with the force of her climax.

When she was finally empty, Roscoe gave her two kisses, one on each nipple. Then he raised himself up until his face was level with hers, and he placed a third kiss on her trembling lips.

“Does that feel better, little hucow?”

She nodded and pressed her forehead against his. “Yes. Thank you, Roscoe. That was… amazing.”

“Don’t go thanking me so soon, little hucow. I’m not finished with you yet. Not by a longshot.”

Roscoe raised himself up to full height and took a step back to look at her. She pressed herself against the wall of the barn like a cornered animal, chest heaving, eyes wide with nervous anticipation.

“You know what time it is, don’t you?”

She nodded. “It’s time for my spanking.”

“That’s right, woman. It’s time for your spanking. Now drop those drawers for me like a good girl.”

The hucow hesitated, but only for a moment. She lowered her hands to her waist and unfastened the drawstring of her drawers, then she pushed the loose cotton down her legs. Her thighs were just as smooth and tanned as the rest of her, and the little dark patch of her pubic hair made Roscoe’s hard cock jump with increased arousal.

“That’s a good hucow. Now turn yourself around and let me get a look at your hindquarters.”

The hucow turned, and Roscoe’s blood suddenly burned with jealous rage.

“What the fuck is that?”

The hucow looked back at him over her shoulder. “What the fuck is what?”

“Don’t cuss,” he said, then he pressed his finger against the ruddy welt on the right side of her ass. It was shaped like a hand, but it was far too small to be his own or his brothers’. “What the fuck is that?”

The hucow winced slightly when he touched her there. “The man who tried to kidnap me did that. When I tried to call out for help, he hit me on my bottom with his hand to make me shut up.”

“He left a mark on you,” Roscoe growled. He stepped forward and rubbed his hand gently across her naked rear. “Tess, I swear to you, as long as you are living under my roof, I’ll never let another man do that to you ever again. Nobody gets to leave a mark on you, Tess. Nobody but me and my brothers.”

“I don’t want that bad man’s mark on me,” the hucow whispered. “Can you make it go away, Roscoe?”

He thought about that for a second. He might not be able to erase what the bastard had done to his little hucow, but he could cover it up, and that was almost as good. He took his belt off his shoulder and folded it in half.

“Hands on the wall,” he commanded, “and bend over.”

CHAPTER 34

Tess’s heart was pounding as she placed her hands against the side of the barn. The boards had been baking in the summer sun all day long, and the wood felt warm against her palms. She walked her feet back to give herself some room, then she bent at the waist, offering her bare bottom for Roscoe to punish as he saw fit. She felt scared and excited all at the same time.