Kate stood with her hands on her hips in a blue loose fitting flowered dress.
She tilted her cowboy hat up as it sat on her long flowing blond hair. She had
been watching him since sunrise, far across the plain.

He rode at a slow methodical trot. He rose up and down with each step of the
horse. Kate glanced at the sun, it was higher now, and without a cloud in the
sky it was getting hot fast.

Time seemed to stand still as she waited. Slowly he came across her dad's ranch,
past the stockyard, and then past the last barrier between her and this
stranger, the corral. The dry plains wind could be heard and felt, it was warm
and blustery today. It lifted the back of her dress up and down, as if inviting
the stranger on. Shimmers of heat waved across the ground, distorting the
distance the stranger was away.

He rode up and stopped in front of Kate. The horse snorted through his nostrils
and pawed the dusty ground. The man leaned forward in the leather saddle and it
creaked as he did so. He was tanned and handsome, wearing jeans and a blue denim
shirt. He lifted his black hat with his black leather gloved hand. "Howdy,
ma'am." It was an inviting gesture.

Kate felt sensual, erotically heightened without reason. As if this was an
erotic dream. The wind blew her blond hair across her face. She took her hand
and moved it to the side as she walked up to the stranger. She felt compelled to
do what she did, as if her actions were scripted, and already determined by
fate.

The cowboy stranger lifted her up and laid her in front of him across the
saddle. The horse shifted his feet restlessly.

The stranger took his black leather gloved hand and lifted her blue flowered
dress up and over her backside. The sun beamed down hot and the dry wind blew
against her white pantied bottom. She was erotically aroused, sexually wired.
The man firmly took grasp of her panties under the waistband and pulled them
down over her bottom, down her bare thighs, and roughly jerked them off her
legs.

He rubbed his leather gloved hand firmly over her bottom and got Kate to start
moaning. He raised his hand over his head and came down across her butt with a
sharp slap. The feeling to Kate was very erogenous. He slapped her butt a couple
of more times with his gloved hand.

The horse shifted and Kate began to slide forward. The cowboy took his gloved
hand and grabbed her dress by the waist readjusting her. Kate shifted her legs
and waited anxiously for the spanking to come.

Kate shifted each of her buns to invite the stranger to willingly slap her ass.
Which he did. The slaps were firm and consistent. The leather glove added to the
sensuous experience and was really heating Kate up. Her butt burned red in the
dry western heat. Each slap of his gloved hand falling across her bare bottom
made her senses race.

He finished up, slapping her butt firmly across her crack on the last few blows.
He lowered her dress across her hips and then gently took her arm and lowered
her to the ground. Kate lifted her dress and rubbed her sore bottom with her
hands. The stranger tipped his hat, said "Thank you, ma'am", and then rode off
into the dry western heat.

Kate continued to rub her bum as she watched him ride away, just as mysteriously
as he had come. She was at a sexual peak. Who had that tall dark stranger been,
that could get her so aroused? Why had she let him so freely do this to her? She
would never know...but she would never forget the day that the stranger rode
into town and spanked her.

THE END