Spanked by Rachel Kramer Bussel

Author:Rachel Kramer Bussel
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cleis Press
Published: 2010-08-16T00:00:00+00:00

THE BREEDING BARN

L. Elise Bland

Party at the Breeding Barn! the invitation read. When I first got the notice for the prestigious dairy farm’s cocktail party, I hesitated. Would there actually be animals wandering around doing weird things? Was this an event that required rubber work boots or could I wear nice pumps? And how could I enjoy champagne and hors d’oeuvres in such a smelly place?

Curiosity got the best of me, so I RSVPed and headed up to Vermont. Since I wasn’t sure what to expect, I wore a pair of high-heeled yet sturdy leather boots and a slim black pencil skirt, plus my trademark string of pearls.

Much to my relief, the dairy barn wasn’t in use anymore for breeding—at least not that anyone would speak of! It was the sexiest barn I had ever seen and definitely had fucking potential. From the outside, it looked like a regular old barn, but on the inside, there were vaulted cathedral ceilings that reached into the heavens and peaked into ornate windowpanes. They let in just enough sunset so that everyone at the party looked golden.

Professional servers and caterers—both male and female—were dashing every which way in their starched white shirts, bow ties, and neat black pants. Most carried silver trays of goodies, but one guy in particular had something even more interesting to offer. Instead of the usual round tray, he had a long and very suggestive “serving board.” If it hadn’t had food sitting on it, I would have sworn it was a paddle. It was at least two feet long and shellacked so heavily that it glistened under the light. It even had a handle with a loop of leather dangling from the hole so that it could easily hang on the wall of a kitchen—or bedroom. As soon as I spotted his big serving board, I knew it would eventually end up in my hand, and I would be the one doing the serving.

He approached me first. It was, after all, his job to bring around appetizers to all the guests. “Would you like a baby stuffed with fresh chèvre?” he asked me.

“A baby? No thanks.”

“I’m sorry,” he said laughing. “I meant a baby potato stuffed with goat cheese.” I didn’t know if it was a slip of the tongue or an odd breeding barn joke. I just wrote it off as Vermont humor.

“Sure, why not?” I plucked one tiny potato off the board and took a bite. The empty space that my potato left behind revealed even more of the wood that I so longed for. It was truly a magnificent paddle, and the man wasn’t so bad either. I soon found out his name was Josh. He didn’t tell me much else about himself, but I gathered from his grooming that he was a bit of a pretty boy—sleek body, fake tan, plucked brows, bleached teeth, and moussed-up hair. My concerns were the usual: Was he straight? Would he let me spank and paddle him? And could I get a free toy out of it?

“So where did you get this cheese board?” I asked him.

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