Wanda couldn't believe her ears. Anger turned to rage suddenly, and she flung the barn door open with a trembling hand.

"What do you think you are doing!" she screamed. "You!" She pointed a finger at Brenda. "You little whore, get out!"

"Holy Fuck!" Jimmy gasped, jerking away from Brenda.

"Oh, blow it out your ass, you old bag," Brenda said, not even bothering to get off her knees.

"How dare you!" Wanda roared, stepping into the barn.

She reached for the first thing she saw, which was an old horse whip that hung on a nail. Without thinking, she lashed out with the leather, hitting the girl square on the ass.

"How dare you!" Wanda screamed again. "Listen," Mike said, his eyes wide with fear. "You can't do that…"

"Ouch!" Brenda screamed, scurrying away from the whip. "You hit me, you bitch!"

"I ought to beat you to death," Wanda spat.

"Jesus Christ, she's, nuts," Jimmy said, looking at his brother.

Wanda didn't know what came over her, but she couldn't seem to control her emotions at all. Perhaps it was the frustration of having Stan away and then finding herself attracted to her own stepsons – she didn't know. At any rate, all she wanted to do was lash out with the whip.

And she did.

After she attacked Brenda, leaving long, red welts on the girl's naked body, she turned her fury on her two stepsons. Soon, the whip was cracking through the air, making them dance around in pain.

And through it all, Wanda was horrified to find that whipping the three of them was rather erotic. As the leather tore into their flesh, her eyes were wide, locked on their bobbing shafts of cockmeat.

"Are you just going to let her beat us to death?" Brenda wailed. "Why don't you do something!"

Mike shot his younger brother a quick look, then they both rushed Wanda. While Jimmy yanked the whip out of her hand, Mike slapped her hard across the face, knocking her to the ground.