The Great Cowgirl Spank-Out of 1882
by T. Prince, tk_prince@hotmail.se
One Chinese girl has to face off against a saloonful of cowgirls. Who wins?



It was an ordinary afternoon at Wilma's Saloon, near Cowgirl Springs, Cow-
girlado, in the year of 1882, when a stranger suddenly came strutting into 
the crowded establishment. It was a pale, slenderly built woman, wearing 
men's trousers and a foreign-looking shirt made of linen. A  silence fell 
over the room, but Wilma - the bartender - didn't think twice about it until 
she came face to face with the stranger herself, and realized that not only 
was she foreign-looking, but foreign altogether! Wilma had only seen China-
men in pictures, but this one was Chinese, all right. Her eyes were slanted, 
her cheekbones high, and her complexion odd. To make things even stranger, 
her shirt was adorned with two creatures that looked like dragons with cats' 
whiskers.

"Can I have a glass of water?", the foreigner asked in an eccentric accent.

"I don't see why not," Wilma muttered, trying to figure out what was so 
irritating about her new customer. Something about her confidence, her 
unabashed politeness unsettled Wilma. Was this a spy sent to infiltrate their 
community of decent law-abiding people? A businessperson out to evaluate it 
for the benefit of mysterious foreign companies? A scout sent out to clear 
the way for an invading Chinese army? 

"And who's this?" a red-headed cowgirl down the counter asked the stranger. 
Evidently she was thinking the same thing as Wilma.

"I am Mei Wen," said the stranger, not batting an eyebrow.

"Lookin' for trouble?"

"I am not. Are you?" The stranger seemed absolutely undeterred. This seemed 
to bother the cowgirl immensely.

"We don't like your kind around here," she said. "You don't show me any 
respect, even though you're a foreigner."

"I only show respect to those who also show it to me. You have asked me 
questions, and I have responded to them honestly. If that upsets you, blame 
yourself."

The cowgirl seemed utterly baffled by this statement. Even Wilma was taken 
aback by the stranger's confidence. By now, a small group of cowgirls had 
formed around the stranger, whispering to each other and darting furious 
glances in her direction.

Mei, however, only carried on drinking her water, undisturbed by the com-
motion.

'Let's teach her a lesson,' one of the cowgirls whispered, and another 
nodded. 'That'll show her.'

Wilma surveyed the group and snickered to herself. The contrast was 
staggering: one small, slender Chinese girl looking as calm as if medi-
tating, surrounded by five or six well-built cowgirls, wearing plaid shirts 
and rough worker's jeans that could barely contain their curvaceous hips.

"If you do that, it will be the greatest mistake of your lives," the 
Chinese girl said in her polite monotone.

Wilma wondered if she was carrying a gun. But no, there really was no space 
on her little body or in her clothes to conceal a weapon.

One of the cowgirls poked another, and they nodded. "Now she brought it 
on herself, didn't she?" the first one said with a leering smile.

"Yes, I reckon she did. At her, girls!"

The red-headed cowgirl grabbed a bottle from the counter and swung it at 
Mei's head. A split second later the bottle passed through thin air. 
Baffled, the cowgirl looked down, only to discover that the stranger had 
dodged the blow by bending backwards, and was currently in the midst of 
what looked like a physically impossible somersault. Then - SMACK - the 
Chinese girl's boot shot straight up into her chin, nearly knocking her off 
her feet.

The redhead staggered back, her jaw hanging slack. Then she came at the 
stranger again, throwing two quick punches - both of which hit nothing - 
and was repaid by a stinging punch to the gut. The redhead bent over, her 
eyes widened with pain, and Mei didn't waste a second: quickly, she grabbed
the cowgirl's hand, tugged at it with all her force and threw the baffled 
redhead like a sledgehammer over her head. Wilma managed to take cover just 
as the cowgirl came crashing into the liquor bottles on the shelf over the 
bar, her face smashing into the wall with a loud thud. Moments later, the 
girl slid motionless off the shelf and landed in a heap on the floor next to 
Wilma - forming an inverted 'V' with her bottom pointing like an arrow 
toward the roof.

"Now she's done it!" screamed a voluptuous blond cowgirl with long pigtails, 
and charged at Mei. She threw a punch, but the Chinese girl managed to 
snatch her wrist mid-blow, trapping her right hand. Furious, the cowgirl 
threw another punch with her left hand, but Mei caught that one as well, now 
trapping both her hands. Then, faster than lightning, Mei gathered up both 
of the cowgirl's wrists in one fist, freeing her right hand. 

The cowgirl looked down on her own enormous bosom, which - having no hands 
available for protection - she was helpless to protect. "Oh darn," she said, 
biting down hard.

A second later, Mei landed a hard punch straight into the cowgirl's huge left 
tit, then another into the right, and then went on firing punches into the 
nicely bouncing globes until they were sorer than if the cowgirl had fell off 
her horse and landed boob-first on a cactus. The cowgirl, looking ready to 
pass out, staggered forward, but Mei decided to wrap things up: unceremoniously, 
she reached down and grabbed the cowgirl by the ankles and hoisted her up. 
Then, wielding her like a club, she slammed her, tits first, down on the bar 
counter. The cowgirl's eyes widened into saucers, and then she slid off the 
counter with a long whimper, and landed quietly on the floor. And for a brief 
second, every cowgirl in the room stopped what they were doing to panic 
momentarily about the safety of their own precious mammaries.

But the cowgirls were quickly back in action, and when Mei turned around, two 
of the skinnier cowgirls - one young, doe-eyed brunette and one perky, short-
haired blonde - attacked her from different directions in the hopes of over-
whelming her. Mei, however, didn't skip a beat. After the cowgirls lunged 
forward and grabbed what they thought was Mei, but what turned out to be each 
other, they heard two clicks followed by swooshing sounds, and when they 
stared down, they realized that their jeans had been pulled down to their 
ankles, leaving them waist down in only their frilly little white under-
garments.

Mei whistled. Frantically, the girls turned around to find her, but ended up 
tripping over their pants nestled around their ankles, and fell face down 
into the floor. The brunette got up on her knees, but too late: two hands 
had already taken a firm grip around the hem of her panties.

RITSCHH!! The hands pulled upward, and the brunette's eyes widened as the 
sharp fabric rocketed straight up the cleft of her snatch, and shot up like 
a whip between her buttocks. "Oooooh!" she moaned, and squirmed as Mei 
carried her over to the coat hooks, and hung the hem of her undergarments on 
a vacant hook. Dropping her cargo and walking away, Mei left the brunette 
hanging in a merciless wedgie, yelping and moaning from the raging fire in 
her groin and rear. 

Seeing this, the blonde tried to crawl away, her cheeks blushing with 
humiliation at the thought of something similar happening to her. However, 
she soon felt a pair of hands grip her by the waist, and moments later Mei 
had slung her over the shoulder like a felled animal and carried her over to 
the bar. There, she put down the cowgirl - now fully submissive - and bent her 
over the counter so that her panty-clad ass was on perfect display. Then the 
Chinese girl carefully slid down the cowgirl's panties - exposing her tight, 
shapely behind - swiped a bottle from the counter, positioned it toward the 
girl's round little asshole, and shoved it in, all the way to the base of its 
long neck. The girl's mouth shaped a perfect 'O' at the burning sensation of 
being penetrated in this entirely new way, and her body shot straight up into 
standing position. This, however, only caused her previously relaxed ass to 
close itself around the bottle, increasing the pain to an intolerable degree. 
With a moan, the blonde passed out and fell face first on the floor, the 
bottle still sticking out of her burning rear.

By now every cowgirl in the saloon had stood up and begun either advancing 
toward the Chinese girl or creeping discreetly toward the exit. Two busty cow-
girls, both of them plushy-lipped and dark-haired, now came running at the 
Chinese girl. Mei, seeing no immediate way out, turned and ran into the 
kitchen, where she looked around for potential weapons to defend herself with. 
Pots, pans, iron kitchenware - all of it too unwieldy. Very soon the cowgirls 
had caught up with her, smirking evilly.

"This is the end of you, little girl! We sure aim to take our time with you!" 
the taller one said, sneering.

She threw a punch at Mei, which the Chinese girl blocked and returned with a 
punch to the cowgirl's face. Having dazed the first cowgirl, Mei spun around 
and landed a stinging pair of punches to the second one's stomach, causing her 
to double over. In the brief moment that followed, Mei calculated the distance 
to the nearby double stove, which Wilma had lit half an hour ago to accommodate 
an order for a bowl of hot soup. Then she delivered a whip-hard roundhouse 
kick to both of the cowgirls' midriffs, sending both of them flying back and 
landing on their tail ends on the massive stove. Seconds later, the cowgirls' 
eyes lit up as they realized that their rumps were quickly being turned into
steaks from underneath. 

"AIIIEEEE!!" "OOOOHH!" Squealing and sliding around on the steaming metal, the 
girls did their best to bounce away on their smoked behinds from the heat, but 
this proved extremely difficult since there was nothing to hold on to. Meanwhile, 
Mei had paused to lean back against the kitchen counter and clean her finger-
nails, content to let kitchen appliances do her work for a while.

When the cowgirls finally managed to slide down from the stove, the seat of 
their jeans and the panties underneath had been burned clean through. Mei downed 
them both with two clean punches to their faces. Finally put out, they fell 
over each other in a neat pile, thin plumes of smoke rising from their well-
roasted asses.

Lying in ambush, Mei waited a few seconds until the next cowgirl had gathered 
the courage to come barging into the kitchen. When she did, she tripped 
instantly over Mei's foot, which had been extended ankle-level in front of the 
door. The new cowgirl - this one a perky, button-nosed youngster with red braids 
- fell face first onto the floor with a moan. Wasting no time, Mei grabbed her 
by her suspenders and the hem of her jeans, hoisted her up and threw her straight 
through the kitchen window - breaking it into tiny shatters in the process. A 
loud thud, and then a chorus of oinks. Mei smiled to herself: straight to the 
pigs, and she hadn't even planned it!

The saloon was now conspicuously silent. Peering out into the bar room, Mei saw 
that only four cowgirls remained (not counting Wilma the bartender). Two of 
them, decked out in leather vests and massive boots, were tall, athletic and 
voluptuous - real brawlers - with genuine cowgirl physiques no doubt the result 
of countless hours spent in the saddle. The third gave off a distinct upper-class 
vibe, a dark-haired Southern belle - more likely a plantation owner or heiress 
than a cowgirl - but nonetheless she was wearing a men's shirt and tight jodhpurs. 
The fourth was a little plushy-lipped teen, who quickly went from barely 
registering with Mei to becoming the most threatening of them all, once she 
brandished a gilded Winchester rifle that looked like it might weigh twice as 
much as her scrawny self.

"Playtime's over, Miss Ching Chong!" the Southern Belle shouted. "Surrender now 
and we'll grant you a quick death in the gallows!"

However, the cowgirls had obviously not coordinated their efforts, so before Mei 
had time to answer, the teen fired off a booming shot that almost lopped off the 
Chinese girl's earlobe. Once again thinking on her feet, Mei dove under a table 
and tipped it over for protection.

"You dumb brat, look what you've done!" the wealthy girl hissed, and Mei presumed 
that the two smacks that followed were slaps making contact with the teen's cheeks. 
"If I had a whip I'd tan the skin off your backside!"

Looking around, Mei noticed a rope hanging freely a few feet behind her. After 
recalling what the saloon looked like when she entered it, she instantly realized 
what she was looking at. Then, taking advantage of the disorder among the cow-
girls, she made a nimble jump out of her hiding place and pulled the rope, so that 
it came off the fastening device.

"There she is! Lets ge-" one of the bigger cowgirls began, but was interrupted 
when the great chandelier in the ceiling came crashing down on her, instantly 
knocking her out.

The teen, panicking, began firing off shots in all directions, until the belle 
grabbed her by the collar and began slapping the daylights out of her. In the 
meantime, the other tall cowgirl broke off the leg of a table and began advancing 
toward Mei's hiding place. Mei listened to her steps until she had come close 
enough, and then tipped over the table in the exact right moment, so that it fell 
hard on the cowgirl's toes.

"Aaaiiiee!" the cowgirl cried, and hit blindly with the table leg, finally hitting 
Mei in the back of her head. The Chinese girl, finally rendered vulnerable, fell 
face down on the floor. The cowgirl hollered to get the attention of the other two, 
and then raised the table leg to finish off her victim. But just as the cowgirl 
was about to strike, Mei turned out to be faster once again. After kicking-up into 
a squat, she lunged between the cowgirl's feet, spun around, and grabbed the table 
leg from behind the baffled attacker. Then, acting on a whim, the Chinese girl 
rammed her knee as hard as she could muster up the cowgirl's crotch. Even through
the rough fabric of the cowgirl's jeans, Mei could feel the tip of her knee 
splitting the lips of the cowgirl's vagina, and a split second later there was an 
audible crunch. The cowgirl's legs buckled and she bent over double, her hands 
flying automatically to her violated privates.

"UNNGGGHHH!!" the cowgirl whimpered, and bent down so low that her nose almost 
touched the floor. Mei, noticing that the cowgirl was offering up her own back-
side so generously, instantly had a bright idea. She took a harder grip on her 
table leg and swung it back and forth a few times in practice, and then - 
counting one, two, three - fired off a perfect golf swing that made impact with 
the round rump with a deafening SMACK! The cowgirl went flying and landed almost 
five feet away, where she was knocked unconscious against the rim of another 
table.

The Southern belle had taken a break from abusing her incompetent ally, and now 
watched anxiously as Mei advanced toward them.

"Stop," she suddenly said, with an air of superiority. Mei stopped, looking at 
her quizzically.

"What do you mean stop?"

"These methods you use might be fairly deployed against these brutish, er, 
'cowgirls', but I myself am a woman of propriety. I demand to fight according to 
rules of conduct."

"And how would we do that?"

"The same way my mother dealt with all those rascal Union girls," the well-
mannered girl begun as she walked over to a wall, where two sabres had been 
turned into a wall ornament, and now sat crossed above a Confederate flag and 
a plaque full of Confederate civil war slogans. She pulled the swords loose, 
"why, through sword fighting, of course!"

Shrugging her shoulders, Mei accepted the sword that her opponent offered her 
by the hilt. "Your loss," she said.

The belle did a few practice swings, all the while chattering about some thirty 
odd deeply silly rules of conduct that Mei didn't listen to, since none of them 
were going to be obeyed anyway. Then, without beating around the bush, she 
suddenly cried: 'En garde!' and started hacking away at the air in front of Mei. 
The Chinese girl dodged the blows, mostly by walking backwards, and continued 
to do so while her opponent exhausted herself by the fencing the air theatrically 
for about five minutes. When the wealthy girl stopped to place her hands on her 
knees and breathe out for for a while, Mei stepped forward and cut two swaths 
through the air. A second later, the belle's shirt gently fell to the floor, 
torn into four strips.

"Blazes!" the belle cried when she looked down and was greeted with the view of 
her stylish French corset, which had been laced tight to push up her small but 
compact breasts. "I suppose it is time for me to unleash my secret weapon," she 
said, and smirked condescendingly, "a family secret that has been passed down 
through generations!  A trick so devious that it felled a hundred Union soldiers, 
and a fencing tactic so flawless that critics have called it "stunningly acute" 
and "fun for the whole family"! Just a simple twist of the-"

Having let down her guard to focus on her own soliloquy, the belle had failed 
to notice that Mei had disappeared and materialized on the other side of her, 
where she now put her sword to work once more. This time, the belle's jodhpurs 
came falling down, completely in shreds, revealing a pair of expensive French 
satin panties in the style worn by can-can dancers. The belle quickly covered up 
in shame, and her cheeks turned red with embarrassment.

"Well! Well, I say that, er... I say-" Here the sword went swishing through the 
air a third time, sending her corset to the floor, split in two.

"-I say you might have, er, have won the, look, will you stop that!" This time 
two speedy cuts had removed the belle's last piece of clothing - her panties - 
and left her completely nude, with one hand covering her nipples and the other 
between her legs. "I am afraid I have no choice but to surrender to your trickery, 
you foreign ragamuffin! You have defeated me. I now expect you to- wait, what are 
you doing now!?"

Mei had produced a roll of rope, and was now tying the belle's wrists behind her 
back in a secure knot, ignoring her incessant talking. Then she unceremoniously 
grabbed the passive belle around her waist, slung her over her shoulder, and 
carried her over to a table, where she put her down and begun calmly tying up her 
ankles as well.

"-well, I've never! I, of course, being of good manners, expected you to release 
me after surrendering, as any person of good breeding would have done! If I knew 
that this would happen, I would never have dreamed of surrendering, seeing as I 
had the upper hand and all-"

The belle was now lying on her back on the table, neatly tied up and with her 
perky breasts and small, dark vagina on full display. Mei picked up the two strips 
remaining of the girl's French panties and carried them over.

"-well, I hope you have sewing skills in Chinesia, because I'll have you know 
those underpants were bought in an actual Parisian boudoir, and I expect you to 
put them together just the way you, wait, what are you- OOMPH!!" Mei had rolled 
one half of the panties into a silken roll and now used it to gag the belle, 
thereby ending her lecture. Then she looked at the other half of the panties 
and thought for a while. Finally, she rolled the piece into a thick roll, lifted 
the mouthy belle's tied-up legs up in the air and folded them back until the 
belle's tiny pink asshole was on full display. Mei poked it carefully with her 
finger tip and gauged that it was very tight. Pleased at the opportunity of 
popping an uncommonly deserving cherry, she took the rolled up piece of panty 
and pushed it as deep into the belle's ass as she could manage.

"Mmmmphhhh!!" the belle moaned, her eyes widening in alarm. Mei merely patted her 
gently on the tit and went back to her business. Finally, when every inch of the 
panty roll had disappeared up the belle's asshole, Mei lowered the belle's legs 
back on the table and left her flustered, red-faced captive where she lay.

Turning around, Mei surveyed the room and the last two people to remain standing 
in it. Wilma, behind the bar, was pretending not to pay attention, even though she 
obviously was. But the teenage cowgirl, who had watched the entire spectacle with 
the belle with dumb astonishment, suddenly sprang to life when she noticed Mei 
looking her way - now looking ready to pee herself any minute. Aiming her Win-
chester, she fired two shots that didn't hit anything, but then Mei calmly walked 
up to her and snatched the rifle out of her hands.

"Sorry ma'am," the young cowgirl chirped, looking coyly up at Mei, and playing 
with a hair curl in a manner meant to indicate shyness, "I won't do it again, I 
promise!"

"Well, I might as well make sure you don't," said Mei and rolled up her sleeves 
theatrically. The teenage girl's eyes started to dart about in panic, while Mei 
sat down on a stool near the bar, grabbed the girl around the waist and placed 
her firmly over her knee. Holding her squirming butt in place, Mei asked Wilma, 
whose head darted up in surprise at being spoken to:

"Bartender, do you have any good implements for disciplining young brats?"

"I don't know what you are talking about."

"Don't you?"

There was a brief silence. Presently, there was a loud snap. Everyone's heads 
turned toward the entrance, where the brown-haired cowgirl who had been put in a 
wedgie had finally been liberated from her punishment: her panties had burst from 
the weight. Standing on all fours, the girl shot a brief glance to see if Mei 
was looking, then crawled out through the entrance, whimpering softly, with one 
hand cupped around her swollen crotch.

"Well, uh, we have a carpet beater," Wilma said, relenting.

"Excellent. Would you fetch it for me, please?"

Wilma obeyed reluctantly, and returned with a large wicker carpet beater, which 
she handed to Mei. The Chinese girl began by pulling off the cowgirl's awkwardly 
large shirt (she was wearing nothing underneath), then slipped down her jeans, 
then her frilly little bloomers, and finally proceeded to spank the dust off 
the last remaining cowgirl's pasty butt.

"Ooh!" SMACK! "Noo!" SMACK! "Please let me go!" SMACK! "Oow!" SMACK! 
"Pleeeeease!"SMACK! "It huuurts!" SMACK! "Eeeeaaahh!" SMACK!

After about ten minutes, Mei's arm was numb from all the spanking. The naked 
young cowgirl over her lap was whimpering and sobbing, and her ass was glowing 
red and glistening with sweat. Mei placed the carpet beater aside and released 
the cowgirl.

"All right, I'm letting you off easy," Mei mumbled. "Now run along before I 
change my mind."

The cowgirl walked a few uncertain steps without turning around, and then 
craned her head to ask weakly: "Can I at least have my Winchester back? Mom 
will throw a fi-"

Before she was able to complete her question, Mei had picked up the carpet 
beater with both hands and landed a thundering last smack on the cowgirl's 
red ass, causing her to run screaming out of the saloon as fast as if the last 
smack had set her keister on fire, leaving both her clothes and weapon behind.

"Well, bartender," Mei said and turned to face Wilma, who still felt rather 
uncomfortable in her presence, "I believe that must have been a fair amount of 
cowgirls who were taken to the woodshed today. Was it eleven? Twelve?"

"I wasn't keeping count," Wilma said.

"Well, I'm about to leave soon anyway," the Chinese girl continued. "But I 
am in the mood for celebration. What can you offer me to drink?"

"Water, beer, spirits," Wilma said, "and milk, I suppose-"

"I'll have a glass of milk, then."

Turning to prepare said glass of milk, Wilma's brain was working overtime. 
She knew most of the cowgirls whose butts the stranger had kicked - but on 
the other hand she could somewhat understand the foreigner's rationale; it 
was self-defense after all. On one hand, she didn't want to let the whole 
thing slip, not just because she wanted to be loyal to the cowgirl community, 
but because lots of glory was involved if she could take down this stranger 
by herself, but on the other hand... she thought about what had happened 
to the others, and it made her sting in places that she did not particularly 
like to be stung.

She filled up the glass with milk and remembered - with a sudden jolt - the 
Colt she kept under the bar. Someone had left it in the saloon weeks ago, 
and she had kept it just in case. No, she thought, that would be an idiotic 
thing to do after what she had seen, and yet... images of 'The Captor of the 
Chinese Menace', or 'Most Loyal Resident of Cowgirl Springs' were dancing 
in her head.

Mei was sitting by the bar, drumming her fingers against the polished wood. 
Wilma bit her lip: she had to take the chance before she came to her senses. 
Yes, it had to be done. She walked steadily up to the bar and placed the 
milk on the counter with one hand, while she reached down for the Colt with 
the other.

"How much will this be?" asked Mei.

"What? Er," Wilma begun, gripping the pistol, "hold on. Right, ten cents, I 
reckon."

Mei dug in her pockets, and Wilma saw her chance. She raised the pistol and 
pointed it straight at the foreigner. "Hands up!" she said between clenched 
teeth.

Mei looked up, and her facial expression was hard for Wilma to read. "Well," 
she begun, "taken down by the bartender, I'd never have guessed."

"Stay where you are, I'll walk around the bar," Wilma said, her heart 
pounding in her chest. She couldn't believe what she was doing. And yet, she 
was doing it.

"Aren't you worried I might pick up this Winchester if you don't keep the 
gun on me?" Mei asked, her tone steady.

"What? Oh-' Wilma said, her heart beating faster. "I didn't think about that. 
Er... you're right."

"You can't unlock the door to the bar without pointing the gun away from me."

"Well, ah-"

"You could climb over the bar."

"Er, I suppose." Wilma was already regretting what she had done, but there 
was no turning back now. Sweat dripping down her forehead, she pushed herself 
slowly up on the bar counter, gun still trained on Mei, and started easing 
herself across it. When she had reached the other side, she slowly eased 
herself off it and put her foot carefully down on the floor, which was wet as 
all hell! Her foot slipped as if on soap, and Wilma fell flat on her behind in 
the spilled beer from the first cowgirl's bottle mishap. Mei pounced, and 
effortlessly wrestled the gun out of her hand.

"Well, well," Mei said, cracking a little smile, "we made a mistake there, 
didn't we?"

Wilma didn't say anything, only bit her fist. How could she have been so 
stupid?

"You're Wilma, aren't you? The proprietor of this establishment?"

"Yes, ma'am..."

"Well Wilma, I have some ideas about how to improve your little saloon. I'm 
sure you will agree with them. Why don't we begin by bending you over that 
counter?"

Wilma obeyed, breathing quickly. She felt the stranger unclasp her belt and 
tug down her jeans to her ankles, and then throw them away on the floor. 
Her heart was beating at a ridiculous rate. This couldn't happen to her - 
the uninvolved bartender! Then two hands grabbed the hem of her panties and 
slid them off as well.

"Stand up," the stranger commanded. Wilma stood up, her back facing Mei, as 
the latter pulled off Wilma's shirt and untied her corset. Now she was as 
naked as some of those cowgirls, and she was certain that humiliation was 
coloring her face beet red.

"All right, Wilma, can you please tell me where I can find a saw, some paint 
and a good brush?"

* * *

"Well, Wilma, what do you think? A definite improvement, if you ask me!"

Wilma, whose hands were tied behind her back, pictured how it all might 
look to a new visitor: the old signpost painted over with angry red letters, 
reading "THE SPANKED COWGIRL SALOON - site of the Great Cowgirl Spanking of 
1882. Special offer: free drinks!" and next to it a hole into which Wilma 
herself had been inserted, so that from the front only her dangling legs and 
naked bottom were visible. On her ass, Mei had painted a large cartoonish 
red blot, to suggest a thorough spanking, and around it were stars added 
for emphasis. She could feel the tickle of the brush on her rump as Mei was 
putting the finishing touches on her work of art - she had been extremely 
thorough with the coloring, Wilma thought, blushing as she recalled the 
feeling of the brush dipping deep into her-

"Finished! All right, Wilma, you have to drop me a letter some day and tell 
me how the business goes. I'm anxious to hear what the customers think!"

And with those words, the stranger disappeared. Wilma was alone, tied up and 
exposed in an impossibly humiliating manner, with her ass on public display 
(and her tits too if anyone felt inclined to walk around and see the back 
of the sign). And yet she couldn't shake the feeling that maybe this wasn't 
so bad after all.

"I really got my butt handed to me there," Wilma said aloud to herself, 
and suddenly the sensation of having been so soundly defeated and captured 
by this strange and powerful woman, then undressed and finally being punished 
in such a spectacularly humiliating manner, and now hanging here so eminently 
helpless and gorgeously ravished, imagining the thoughts that would beset the 
first cowgirls to see her (and if they were not inclined to help her, what 
then would they do to her?), seemed like the most oddly pleasing sensation 
she had ever felt in her life.

THE END