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Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
Do share!!!
Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
It`s on a disc i will look it up and post it
but i thought everyone had that set,it`s
very old
cruxlover
Tribune
Then of course there is the "World Famous Maldon Mud Race".
https://www.maldonmudrace.com/
Next event 7th May 2017, I trust that Dorothy will be signing up for it. (Or is it too tame for her).
Fine event but i find to many clothes.Then of course there is the "World Famous Maldon Mud Race".
https://www.maldonmudrace.com/
Next event 7th May 2017, I trust that Dorothy will be signing up for it. (Or is it too tame for her).
old slave
FELIS RESPICIENS
Just been to waterside festival. Canoe water polo, bath tub boats, beer & burgers. Got a bit bored, started to imagine CF-land. Naked cart-horse girls pulling the barges, girls crucified on lock gates, that sort of thing. Then looked at the water, the colour of the pit of shit. That got my imagination going! All the pretty girls dunked in Leeds Dock! Were you there with the same thoughts, Dorothy?
Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
I Did`nt know it was on love, i mostly shop
in Dewsbury or Wakefield, Leeds it too
expensive but the market is great, always
has been, did they have a ducking stool at
the festival, if so i`m up for it next year
in Dewsbury or Wakefield, Leeds it too
expensive but the market is great, always
has been, did they have a ducking stool at
the festival, if so i`m up for it next year
old slave
FELIS RESPICIENS
'Fraid not.
Plenty of girls got wet, but they wore wet-suits and did a lot of giggling, not quite the scene to appeal to us, eh? I still wouldn't want a mouthful of River Aire though, after it's been through the bowels of Bradford.
Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
That`s true my love.it looks better at Malham,where it starts
mind you those dark arches you can walk into on the road
leading up to city square. the river runs underground there
and look very angry, just the place for hanky panky and of
course ducking me.
old slave
FELIS RESPICIENS
Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
Oh But Could`nt You Have Some
Fun With My Body,And The River
Is So Noisy ,No One Would Hear
My Screams
Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
At one time you could walk through that tunnel and at the far end
was a craft and jumble market but i think it is long gone now. my
mind was in turmoil watching that dark water rushing through underneath
was a craft and jumble market but i think it is long gone now. my
mind was in turmoil watching that dark water rushing through underneath
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
It looks to me as a place for water punishment. The condemned is stripped, restrained at the ankles, knees, wrists behind the back and a rope around the chest and thrown into the rushing water, hanging by a line under the armpits to the bridge, so that he or she remains just at the water surface. After one or two minutes of struggling in the wild water, the condemned is pulled back. A punishment for slander or false accusations.
Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
It looks to me as a place for water punishment. The condemned is stripped, restrained at the ankles, knees, wrists behind the back and a rope around the chest and thrown into the rushing water, hanging by a line under the armpits to the bridge, so that he or she remains just at the water surface. After one or two minutes of struggling in the wild water, the condemned is pulled back. A punishment for slander or false accusations.
Oh Yes Please, and that river water is freezing cold
old slave
FELIS RESPICIENS
The water is still as dramatic, noisy and would make an excellent punishment-place. But the market is now an area of popular bars, restaurants and hotels:
riwa
Governor
Never make a late payment to a farmer part II
Dottie wasn’t sure whether or not she was seen as she tried to sneak back to her house just up the road. She got home, went around back and turned on the hosepipe in an effort to rinse off all the shit still clinging to her body. Then she snuck inside.
She managed to make it to the bathroom without being seen where she drew herself a nice, hot bath. She added what felt like a ton of soaps and oils to help rinse the stink off her body. Then she sank down into the hot, soapy water and did her best to forget about the horrifically erotic morning she’d just endured by being dunked in farmer John’s pit of shit.
When she finished taking her bath the kids were calling for her. She got dressed and went back to being a wife and mother. But there were wrinkled noses whenever she was in their vicinity. Even James mentioned how farmer John must be spreading a lot of fertilizer out in his fields today. Dottie was afraid there was still a lingering smell in her hair and on her body despite her best efforts.
Late that afternoon she got James to take the kids to the park for a while. Then it was back into the bath for round two. She almost scrubbed herself raw trying to clean herself up.
James and the kids came back after a while as life settled down. She was in playing with them and their coloring books when she heard the phone ring. James got up to answer it and she thought nothing more about it.
After fixing a nice supper James asked the kids if they wanted to go over and see grandma and grandpa for the night. Naturally they were eager to go as they were spoiled rotten whenever visiting their grandparents. James drove them over and then came back to spend some quality alone-time with his blushing bride, just the thing Dottie was needing after a humiliating morning eating shit.
They went for a nice walk, talking about the day’s activities. That’s when Dottie noticed they were strolling down the lane in the direction of farmer Johns. She looked at James in dismay as memories of her morning returned to her in a rush.
“Any particular reason we’re heading down this way, love?” she asked nervously. They indeed seemed to be heading right toward the farm.
“I got an interesting call from John this afternoon,” her husband told her. “It seems you forgot to pay him for the milk and eggs.” He smiled as he added, “In fact, it seems you also forgot to actually bring HOME the milk and eggs!”
Dottie felt the heat of embarrassment flush right through her. She’d been forced to leave her clothes behind and had fully neglected to bring home the items she’d gone to pick up in the first place. “Well we, uh… we got into this discussion and I guess I, uh… I just lost track of the time. I guess I came home and totally forgot about it. I’m sorry, darling. I can get them tomorrow when I come back with the money I owe him.”
“No need,” he responded, patting the wallet in his trousers. “I’ve got it right here. I promised him we’d stop by so we could get your account all caught up. We’ll just give it to him now while we’re here, ok?”
“I, uh… I can bring it by tomorrow, love; there’s no need to bother him about it tonight.” Dottie found herself breathless, not wanting John to reveal to her husband what he’d put her through this morning by dunking her naked in farm animal shit. “Besides, maybe we can go home and, uh… well… you know what I’m thinking, don’t you?”
She cuddled up to him suggestively but he remained adamant. “No, I think we’re going to see John straight away and get your bill all caught up, love.” Dottie gulped nervously, hoping her extremely embarrassing morning with John and the shit pit would not come to light.
They reached the farm only for James to take Dottie out back toward the barn. “But I thought we were going to see John and pay him!” Dottie declared, suddenly feeling even more nervous. James was taking her in the very direction of the shit pit!
“I gave him a call before we left the house, love. He’s expecting us.”
“He… he IS??!!” Dottie gulped nervously, not at all liking where this might be going.
When they rounded the corner they saw John checking out a post next to a rounded, covered metal tank. Dottie got the shivers something fierce at the familiar scene as her breath caught in her throat. As usual it smelled as though every animal on the farm had left a calling card somewhere in the immediate vicinity.
She looked anxiously at her husband, wondering if he knew something. But he was already heading toward the farmer who supplied them with their milk and eggs. “I’ve got the money she owes you right here, John,” James said as he reached into his wallet.
“I appreciate that, James,” the farmer replied with a smile as he gratefully accepted a handful of bills. “This morning your wife told me she was going home to bring it right back, but she never did. I guess she forgot again; she’s been very forgetful this month.”
James turned toward his embarrassed bride with a frown. “Darling, is this true? Were you supposed to bring back the money you owe John for all the milk and eggs we got this month?”
“I g-guess I forgot, darling,” Dottie stammered, her eyes on the tank the whole time as she started to get wet down below. It smelled really bad back here; was it full of all that farm animal shit like it had been this morning?
“You forgot?” James admonished incredulously. Then he shook his head as he muttered, “Wives. They’d forget their heads if they weren’t already screwed on.” That’s when he turned toward John with a knowing smile...
“You say you have a cure for forgetful wives?”
“I sure do, James,” the farmer smiled back. “It’s right here” and he motioned right at the tank. Dottie felt a lump in her throat as her legs started to turn to rubber.
“Interesting, John. I think the wife and I would like to see this ‘cure’.” Then James turned to his bride with a smile while asking, “Isn’t that true, darling? Wouldn’t you like to see it as well?”
Dottie was getting flustered as the heat of embarrassment flushed warmly through her body. “I was, uh… I was thinking maybe we should, uh… maybe we should be getting back, darling? After all, we certainly wouldn’t want to, uh… disturb John’s b-busy schedule now, would we?”
“Nonsense,” the farmer replied cheerfully. “I always have time for you nice folks! After all, you pay me for eggs and milk every week… well, at least you’re SUPPOSED to pay me.” He directed that last remark toward Dottie with a sigh and a roll of the eyes.
“I’m VERY sorry about that, love,” she stammered. “It w-won’t happen again; I can p-promise you that!”
“In the meantime why don’t you show us this contraption you have back here for stroppy wives, John. You did say over the phone that it IS for stroppy wives, am I right?”
“You’re absolutely right, James… and I’ll be happy to show it to you. I’ll just need your wife to come over to this post I have standing on this platform on this set of rails.” Then he walked over and took Dottie by the arm.
“J-James??” she stammered anxiously, wondering why she was so wet all of the sudden. But her husband just waved her to go on… “It’s all right, darling. You can go with him. I want to see this ‘cure’ for stroppy wives he says he has.”
John walked her right up to the post. Then he smiled at her knowingly. “In order to demonstrate, I’ll need you to strip out of those lovely clothes, Dottie.”
She felt her heart leap into her throat as she gasped for breath. “JAMES??” she blurted out in alarm.
“Oh that’s quite all right, darling,” her husband said with a dismissive wave. “It’s perfectly fine with me. In fact he told me over the phone it works better if the wife is fully undressed.”
“B-b-but JAMES??!!”
“Now be a good lass and take your clothes off for farmer John, darling. After all, he HAS been most patient with your forgetfulness at paying him, hasn’t he? It’s only fair, don’t you think?”
“But… but…”
“Am I going to have to come over and make you take them off myself, darling?”
Dottie felt an erotic shudder of horror as she started to remove her dress. She was totally embarrassed removing her clothes right in front of farmer John while her husband stood there watching without so much as one word of protest. Then it suddenly occurred to her…
That phone call earlier! Had John called her husband and spilled the beans when she had not dutifully returned with her payment for the milk and eggs? Was she about to take another dip in John’s tank of animal shit??!!
She started to hyperventilate as she finished undressing until she was totally nude. She was bloody embarrassed the way her nipples protruded out of her heaving breasts. She was wet and glistening down below, making her wonder if James was aware how frightfully aroused she had become! He knew her well enough to recognize all the signs whenever she became exceedingly horny!
John pushed her against the post and then strapped her down the way he had earlier that morning… “Now this won’t hurt a bit, love.” Dottie panted heavily for breath, extremely flushed as her face went red with embarrassment. But the farmer did not grope or molest her in the slightest; he was all business. What’s more, her husband was watching with an amused look on his face without offering the least little objection to the way the farmer was securing his wife to the post.
“Very interesting, John,” James observed when the farmer finished securing his wife to the post. “What happens now?”
“Now we push her right out to the very edge,” farmer John told him, getting behind and pushing Dottie right out to the very end of the rails. She let out a squawk as she hit the end of the rails.
When she looked down she found herself perched precariously over the very top of the covered pit! Then John stepped back before coming around the tank. She gasped loudly for breath as she continued to hyperventilate, her nipples extremely hard as her pussy dripped from her fearful excitement.
She kept making little whimpering noises as she pleaded with her husband with her eyes not to let this happen to her. But he just looked on with a clinical expression as though he was simply curious to see what the farmer had in mind. “Now what?” James wanted to know as his neighbor down the lane walked over to the opposite side across from where Dottie was perched above the covered, in-ground metal structure.
“Well now I have to uncover the tank,” John explained matter-of-factly. And with that he reached down and began retracting the cover.
Dottie gasped in horror as an ungawdly smell rose up to meet her. She looked down to see the bubbling, steaming contents, setting her to trembling even more. Several thick chunks of animal shit floated around up at the surface! Bloody hell; it looked as though he’d actually prepared a FRESH TANK after her morning dip!
“That really smells bad,” James observed, wrinkling his nose in disgust. “What the bloody hell did you put in there, John?”
“Well, we’ve got cows and horses… a few sheep… some chickens and some goats. Just about anything that comes out of an animal’s arse around here went in there, James.”
“Why is it steaming and bubbling so much?”
“That’s because it’s fresh, James. When it comes out fresh it’s still rather warm. And with the gases all mixed around in there it does a hell of a lot of bubbling.”
Dottie couldn’t believe how casually they were talking about that horrible caldron of sludge directly beneath her. They were acting like they were calmly talking over recipes or something and NOT something they were about to dunk her into! She panted like crazy, her chest heaving from her fear and arousal as her pussy dripped copiously.
“Is there anything else to it, John?” James asked casually, not sounding the least bit excited or animated.
“No, James, that’s pretty much it. That post you’re standing next to has the plunger that releases her platform. It allows her to tip right over into the tank.”
“She tips over?” her husband asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. “She goes right over…”
“…and hits face first with a big splat,” farmer John finished for him. “That’s right, James. By the time the post stops swinging her downward she’ll find herself standing upside down in a hot, bubbling tank of shit with only her feet sticking out.”
“BLOODY HELL; NO!” Dottie finally cried out, gasping aloud as she suddenly wet herself. James simply put up a hand as though not wanting her to interrupt his questioning of the process…
“So she hits face first and goes completely under except for her feet, John?”
“Upside down… all the way, James. She’ll be standing on her head completely submerged in shit.”
“And this is your way of handling stroppy women?”
“…along with those who don’t keep their accounts current,” he said with a smile of amusement, looking knowingly at the woman tied naked to the post who’d failed to keep her account up to date. Dottie whimpered as she shuddered with erotic horror; he was obviously referring to her.
James looked at his wife sternly as though disapproving of the way she’d been keeping her accounts with their neighbor. Then he motioned at the post… “Care to show me how it works, John?”
“BLOODY HELL, JAMES; DON’T LET HIM DUNK ME??!!”
“I’d be happy to, James.”
“JOHN, I ALREADY SAID I’D NEVER FORGET TO PAY YOU AGAIN! BESIDES, JAMES JUST PAID YOU; MY ACCOUNT SHOULD BE CURRENT!”
“It’s this plunger right here on top of the post, John?”
“That’s right, James. I rigged it to release the post, allowing stroppy bitches to pitch right over. Hitting face first usually drives the point home real good.”
“I’ll bet it does.”
“JOHN; DON’T! I’M NOT A STROPPY BITCH!”
“But didn’t you miss several payments this month, Dottie?”
“I SAID I WAS SORRY, JOHN! I PROMISE I’LL NEVER MISS ANOTHER ONE AGAIN!”
“Show me how it works, John.”
“I’d be happy to, James.”
“JOHN; NOOO!” Then the farmer’s hand came down on the plunger.
Dottie screamed bloody murder as she pitched forward until she hit face first with a sickening splat. She went right down until she disappeared into the bubbling caldron of shit. Her feet were the only body parts left unsoiled, wriggling like crazy as they stuck up out of the slimy stew.
“Think she’ll remember now, James?”
“I think so, John,” the husband smiled in reply…
Dottie wasn’t sure whether or not she was seen as she tried to sneak back to her house just up the road. She got home, went around back and turned on the hosepipe in an effort to rinse off all the shit still clinging to her body. Then she snuck inside.
She managed to make it to the bathroom without being seen where she drew herself a nice, hot bath. She added what felt like a ton of soaps and oils to help rinse the stink off her body. Then she sank down into the hot, soapy water and did her best to forget about the horrifically erotic morning she’d just endured by being dunked in farmer John’s pit of shit.
When she finished taking her bath the kids were calling for her. She got dressed and went back to being a wife and mother. But there were wrinkled noses whenever she was in their vicinity. Even James mentioned how farmer John must be spreading a lot of fertilizer out in his fields today. Dottie was afraid there was still a lingering smell in her hair and on her body despite her best efforts.
Late that afternoon she got James to take the kids to the park for a while. Then it was back into the bath for round two. She almost scrubbed herself raw trying to clean herself up.
James and the kids came back after a while as life settled down. She was in playing with them and their coloring books when she heard the phone ring. James got up to answer it and she thought nothing more about it.
After fixing a nice supper James asked the kids if they wanted to go over and see grandma and grandpa for the night. Naturally they were eager to go as they were spoiled rotten whenever visiting their grandparents. James drove them over and then came back to spend some quality alone-time with his blushing bride, just the thing Dottie was needing after a humiliating morning eating shit.
They went for a nice walk, talking about the day’s activities. That’s when Dottie noticed they were strolling down the lane in the direction of farmer Johns. She looked at James in dismay as memories of her morning returned to her in a rush.
“Any particular reason we’re heading down this way, love?” she asked nervously. They indeed seemed to be heading right toward the farm.
“I got an interesting call from John this afternoon,” her husband told her. “It seems you forgot to pay him for the milk and eggs.” He smiled as he added, “In fact, it seems you also forgot to actually bring HOME the milk and eggs!”
Dottie felt the heat of embarrassment flush right through her. She’d been forced to leave her clothes behind and had fully neglected to bring home the items she’d gone to pick up in the first place. “Well we, uh… we got into this discussion and I guess I, uh… I just lost track of the time. I guess I came home and totally forgot about it. I’m sorry, darling. I can get them tomorrow when I come back with the money I owe him.”
“No need,” he responded, patting the wallet in his trousers. “I’ve got it right here. I promised him we’d stop by so we could get your account all caught up. We’ll just give it to him now while we’re here, ok?”
“I, uh… I can bring it by tomorrow, love; there’s no need to bother him about it tonight.” Dottie found herself breathless, not wanting John to reveal to her husband what he’d put her through this morning by dunking her naked in farm animal shit. “Besides, maybe we can go home and, uh… well… you know what I’m thinking, don’t you?”
She cuddled up to him suggestively but he remained adamant. “No, I think we’re going to see John straight away and get your bill all caught up, love.” Dottie gulped nervously, hoping her extremely embarrassing morning with John and the shit pit would not come to light.
They reached the farm only for James to take Dottie out back toward the barn. “But I thought we were going to see John and pay him!” Dottie declared, suddenly feeling even more nervous. James was taking her in the very direction of the shit pit!
“I gave him a call before we left the house, love. He’s expecting us.”
“He… he IS??!!” Dottie gulped nervously, not at all liking where this might be going.
When they rounded the corner they saw John checking out a post next to a rounded, covered metal tank. Dottie got the shivers something fierce at the familiar scene as her breath caught in her throat. As usual it smelled as though every animal on the farm had left a calling card somewhere in the immediate vicinity.
She looked anxiously at her husband, wondering if he knew something. But he was already heading toward the farmer who supplied them with their milk and eggs. “I’ve got the money she owes you right here, John,” James said as he reached into his wallet.
“I appreciate that, James,” the farmer replied with a smile as he gratefully accepted a handful of bills. “This morning your wife told me she was going home to bring it right back, but she never did. I guess she forgot again; she’s been very forgetful this month.”
James turned toward his embarrassed bride with a frown. “Darling, is this true? Were you supposed to bring back the money you owe John for all the milk and eggs we got this month?”
“I g-guess I forgot, darling,” Dottie stammered, her eyes on the tank the whole time as she started to get wet down below. It smelled really bad back here; was it full of all that farm animal shit like it had been this morning?
“You forgot?” James admonished incredulously. Then he shook his head as he muttered, “Wives. They’d forget their heads if they weren’t already screwed on.” That’s when he turned toward John with a knowing smile...
“You say you have a cure for forgetful wives?”
“I sure do, James,” the farmer smiled back. “It’s right here” and he motioned right at the tank. Dottie felt a lump in her throat as her legs started to turn to rubber.
“Interesting, John. I think the wife and I would like to see this ‘cure’.” Then James turned to his bride with a smile while asking, “Isn’t that true, darling? Wouldn’t you like to see it as well?”
Dottie was getting flustered as the heat of embarrassment flushed warmly through her body. “I was, uh… I was thinking maybe we should, uh… maybe we should be getting back, darling? After all, we certainly wouldn’t want to, uh… disturb John’s b-busy schedule now, would we?”
“Nonsense,” the farmer replied cheerfully. “I always have time for you nice folks! After all, you pay me for eggs and milk every week… well, at least you’re SUPPOSED to pay me.” He directed that last remark toward Dottie with a sigh and a roll of the eyes.
“I’m VERY sorry about that, love,” she stammered. “It w-won’t happen again; I can p-promise you that!”
“In the meantime why don’t you show us this contraption you have back here for stroppy wives, John. You did say over the phone that it IS for stroppy wives, am I right?”
“You’re absolutely right, James… and I’ll be happy to show it to you. I’ll just need your wife to come over to this post I have standing on this platform on this set of rails.” Then he walked over and took Dottie by the arm.
“J-James??” she stammered anxiously, wondering why she was so wet all of the sudden. But her husband just waved her to go on… “It’s all right, darling. You can go with him. I want to see this ‘cure’ for stroppy wives he says he has.”
John walked her right up to the post. Then he smiled at her knowingly. “In order to demonstrate, I’ll need you to strip out of those lovely clothes, Dottie.”
She felt her heart leap into her throat as she gasped for breath. “JAMES??” she blurted out in alarm.
“Oh that’s quite all right, darling,” her husband said with a dismissive wave. “It’s perfectly fine with me. In fact he told me over the phone it works better if the wife is fully undressed.”
“B-b-but JAMES??!!”
“Now be a good lass and take your clothes off for farmer John, darling. After all, he HAS been most patient with your forgetfulness at paying him, hasn’t he? It’s only fair, don’t you think?”
“But… but…”
“Am I going to have to come over and make you take them off myself, darling?”
Dottie felt an erotic shudder of horror as she started to remove her dress. She was totally embarrassed removing her clothes right in front of farmer John while her husband stood there watching without so much as one word of protest. Then it suddenly occurred to her…
That phone call earlier! Had John called her husband and spilled the beans when she had not dutifully returned with her payment for the milk and eggs? Was she about to take another dip in John’s tank of animal shit??!!
She started to hyperventilate as she finished undressing until she was totally nude. She was bloody embarrassed the way her nipples protruded out of her heaving breasts. She was wet and glistening down below, making her wonder if James was aware how frightfully aroused she had become! He knew her well enough to recognize all the signs whenever she became exceedingly horny!
John pushed her against the post and then strapped her down the way he had earlier that morning… “Now this won’t hurt a bit, love.” Dottie panted heavily for breath, extremely flushed as her face went red with embarrassment. But the farmer did not grope or molest her in the slightest; he was all business. What’s more, her husband was watching with an amused look on his face without offering the least little objection to the way the farmer was securing his wife to the post.
“Very interesting, John,” James observed when the farmer finished securing his wife to the post. “What happens now?”
“Now we push her right out to the very edge,” farmer John told him, getting behind and pushing Dottie right out to the very end of the rails. She let out a squawk as she hit the end of the rails.
When she looked down she found herself perched precariously over the very top of the covered pit! Then John stepped back before coming around the tank. She gasped loudly for breath as she continued to hyperventilate, her nipples extremely hard as her pussy dripped from her fearful excitement.
She kept making little whimpering noises as she pleaded with her husband with her eyes not to let this happen to her. But he just looked on with a clinical expression as though he was simply curious to see what the farmer had in mind. “Now what?” James wanted to know as his neighbor down the lane walked over to the opposite side across from where Dottie was perched above the covered, in-ground metal structure.
“Well now I have to uncover the tank,” John explained matter-of-factly. And with that he reached down and began retracting the cover.
Dottie gasped in horror as an ungawdly smell rose up to meet her. She looked down to see the bubbling, steaming contents, setting her to trembling even more. Several thick chunks of animal shit floated around up at the surface! Bloody hell; it looked as though he’d actually prepared a FRESH TANK after her morning dip!
“That really smells bad,” James observed, wrinkling his nose in disgust. “What the bloody hell did you put in there, John?”
“Well, we’ve got cows and horses… a few sheep… some chickens and some goats. Just about anything that comes out of an animal’s arse around here went in there, James.”
“Why is it steaming and bubbling so much?”
“That’s because it’s fresh, James. When it comes out fresh it’s still rather warm. And with the gases all mixed around in there it does a hell of a lot of bubbling.”
Dottie couldn’t believe how casually they were talking about that horrible caldron of sludge directly beneath her. They were acting like they were calmly talking over recipes or something and NOT something they were about to dunk her into! She panted like crazy, her chest heaving from her fear and arousal as her pussy dripped copiously.
“Is there anything else to it, John?” James asked casually, not sounding the least bit excited or animated.
“No, James, that’s pretty much it. That post you’re standing next to has the plunger that releases her platform. It allows her to tip right over into the tank.”
“She tips over?” her husband asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. “She goes right over…”
“…and hits face first with a big splat,” farmer John finished for him. “That’s right, James. By the time the post stops swinging her downward she’ll find herself standing upside down in a hot, bubbling tank of shit with only her feet sticking out.”
“BLOODY HELL; NO!” Dottie finally cried out, gasping aloud as she suddenly wet herself. James simply put up a hand as though not wanting her to interrupt his questioning of the process…
“So she hits face first and goes completely under except for her feet, John?”
“Upside down… all the way, James. She’ll be standing on her head completely submerged in shit.”
“And this is your way of handling stroppy women?”
“…along with those who don’t keep their accounts current,” he said with a smile of amusement, looking knowingly at the woman tied naked to the post who’d failed to keep her account up to date. Dottie whimpered as she shuddered with erotic horror; he was obviously referring to her.
James looked at his wife sternly as though disapproving of the way she’d been keeping her accounts with their neighbor. Then he motioned at the post… “Care to show me how it works, John?”
“BLOODY HELL, JAMES; DON’T LET HIM DUNK ME??!!”
“I’d be happy to, James.”
“JOHN, I ALREADY SAID I’D NEVER FORGET TO PAY YOU AGAIN! BESIDES, JAMES JUST PAID YOU; MY ACCOUNT SHOULD BE CURRENT!”
“It’s this plunger right here on top of the post, John?”
“That’s right, James. I rigged it to release the post, allowing stroppy bitches to pitch right over. Hitting face first usually drives the point home real good.”
“I’ll bet it does.”
“JOHN; DON’T! I’M NOT A STROPPY BITCH!”
“But didn’t you miss several payments this month, Dottie?”
“I SAID I WAS SORRY, JOHN! I PROMISE I’LL NEVER MISS ANOTHER ONE AGAIN!”
“Show me how it works, John.”
“I’d be happy to, James.”
“JOHN; NOOO!” Then the farmer’s hand came down on the plunger.
Dottie screamed bloody murder as she pitched forward until she hit face first with a sickening splat. She went right down until she disappeared into the bubbling caldron of shit. Her feet were the only body parts left unsoiled, wriggling like crazy as they stuck up out of the slimy stew.
“Think she’ll remember now, James?”
“I think so, John,” the husband smiled in reply…
Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
OH RIWA. what have you done, i am rolling around on the floor
screaming your name and begging for more. you know what these
stories do to me ,but you still keep teasing me, Oh I Do Love You,
You Know Exactly What Turns Me On . take the pit of shit tank to
Mr Tree`s Place and then watch his face as i plunge into the steaming
mess, i will run up to him and cuddle him when you take me down.
Oh and on the way back call at Dark Princess`s place, i think she
would love to be dunked in shit
screaming your name and begging for more. you know what these
stories do to me ,but you still keep teasing me, Oh I Do Love You,
You Know Exactly What Turns Me On . take the pit of shit tank to
Mr Tree`s Place and then watch his face as i plunge into the steaming
mess, i will run up to him and cuddle him when you take me down.
Oh and on the way back call at Dark Princess`s place, i think she
would love to be dunked in shit