A Match with the Mountain Man

By Ron J


There once was a lass named Anise
Who always had to say her piece
Till she found her herself up very high
Across a mountain man’s strong thigh

Mountain man wasn’t doing any relentin’
And Anise wasn’t doin’ any repentin’
So up went her wide summery new dress
Much to her complete and utter distress

He said this whole hillside is mine
And I like the way it is just fine.
The only fires to be set here today
Will be on your bare bottom, my way

Mountain man didn’t ever say much
But once Anise felt his firm clutch
On her frilly white panties and such
She knew she was finally in Dutch

Her panties were soon at her knees
But it didn’t help now to say please
For the mountain man had said his piece
And now Anise would get no release.

With her bottom now bare to the sun
A cooling light breeze had also begun
But I doubt it had any effect on her bum
As it quivered from its exposure some

But then the mountain man’s hand
Began on her bare bottom to land
The spanks echoed around the hills
No longer was there a battle of wills

Anise no longer cared about her cause
As she felt the mountain man’s paws
The fire that each spank had on her bum
Was turning it like a ripe red plum

For any passer’s by in the valley
The spanks were too many to tally
For mountain man did things his way
And his hard hand was having its say.

When the spanking finished before sundown
Anise started to look for her panties all around.
As she rubbed her sore bottom all the while
The mountain man stood back with a smile

He then held her panties up high to the wind
The price he said for a bottom that sinned
For these shall dangle from my mantle place
Till a week is up, they will occupy that space

Her face was now as red as her sore bum
As she pleaded to change his mind some
You may come to my home in a week
And ask for them back nice and meek

If I get any more sign today’s lesson was missed
Then your bottom will feel like it was only kissed
For after the next spanking is finally done
no one will be able to notice the setting sun

Now Anise was a wise haughty young lass
But wanted no more of his hand on her ass
So she gulped at her panties going on display
But wisely did not let him see her dismay

She shuddered at the thought that for seven days
Anyone passing by the mountain man’s ways
Would be privy to seeing her precious scanties
And told of her hard spanking minus her panties

Gone would be her haughty wiggle in town
When the word of her spanking got around
She would no longer be able to put on airs
Left to wonder now what was behind the stares

Overheard talk of how hard mountain man could spank
But when the talk mentioned her bottom, her heart sank
She had indeed learned a hard lesson up in the hills
But the thought still gave her insides some thrills

She would indeed be nice to the mountain man
And her mind rolled over a much bigger plan
She had met her match and now wanted a match
To be with the mountain man for life, what a catch.

She had one chance, when she picked up her panties
To don a playful role with her chance as a tease
It had all started with a sore red-hot bare bum
The start she hoped of many more to come.

The End (or is it the just the beginning)