"Oh God, please stop beating me." Thwack! "My bottom is burning so bad." Thwack! Thwack! "I've, I've got more clothes, really I do." Thwack! "Oh, oh, oh please, I'll go put them on and then I'll strip for you." Thwack! Thwack! "I'll do anything you want, really I will."

Thwack! "No, I don't think so, Mrs. Broaddus. I think you're going to do anything I want anyway. Now you just lie here and be patient. I'll be through in a little while."

Angela sort of gave up at that. But she sure didn't quit screaming or flailing about. She'd shown us her cunt before. Now she was showing us the inside of it.

When the Chief finished her spanking, her entire bottom was cherry red and she had been reduced to whimpering and weeping.

Holding her in position, the Chief began massaging the buttocks he had so recently punished. Under this gentle touch, Angela's ass began to move involuntarily in time with his rubbing, but she was really moving it when he ran his fingers down her slit. She was still sobbing and whimpering, but she was grinding her crotch against his leg. "See how responsive she is," the Chief told his squaw. "And look at her snatch. It's dripping and begging me to stick something in it. But not now. She didn't want to play, so now she has to pay. Take her and feed her to the ants. They should keep this twat nice and warm until we're ready for her."

Blushing deeply at the way her body had betrayed her, Angela was led to the edge of the circle where she was staked out, face down in the dirt and spreadeagled. I don't think it was lost on Angela that in this position, her ass was available to them for whatever they might want to use it for, whether it was another whipping or sticking something in it. Nonetheless, I think it was a real surprise when she found out what they had planned for her. One of the Indians had found our supplies and handed the squaw a jar of syrup which she poured down the crack of her ass and rubbed all over her pussy – "just to sweeten it up a bit".