“What’s the meaning of this?” The sheriff yelled as he appeared in the corridor. Annabelle shot up, eyes wide at having been caught flirting with an outlaw.
“Um Sir I was just-“ Annabelle started but was cut off by the furious sherif grabbing the keys from the floor and pulling her upright.
“How dare you flaunt yourself in front of a criminal?” The sheriff asked, getting slowly more red in the face as he shouted at Annabelle. Behind her, Abigail even backed away, any thoughts of manhandling Annabelle now gone.
Roughly, the sheriff pulled Annabelle out of the cell down the corridor into his office. “What a disgrace!” He bellowed at his deputy, “Turing up to work with your undergarments so on display” he paused, surveying her pink panties and white frills that were spilling over the top of her mini denim skirt. He walked around her, stopping at the back where the word ’Princess’ and red heart top were visible.
Suddenly, he grasped the back of her panties and pulled. With a gasp, Annabelle found her pink panties with her name labelled on the band, pulled to her mid back. Annabelle rose onto her tiptoes and gave a light simper as the sheriff kept on pulling.
“Well Annabelle,” said the Sheriff firmly, “naughty girls who behave poorly face consequences, don’t they?” As he held the leg holes of her stretched undergarments firmly around her shoulders.
“Yes Sir!” Wailed Annabelle as she felt the cotton of the panties cut into her sensitive crotch. “Please Sir, I’m sorry, so sorr- “
But she was cut off as the Sherrif used the opportunity to force the frilly elastic of her panties over her head and into her mouth, trapping her in an atomic wedgie which forced her to stick her bottom out. As he let go of the material - secured in her open mouth - he gave her behind a sharp smack, watching as it jiggled for a moment. Annabelle winced as her mini skirt did nothing to hide her bottom, as it stuck out from her mini skirt.
“So what shall I do to you, young Deputy Annabelle?” The sheriff said thoughtfully, watching the flailing Annabelle. Pink panties stretched showing heart and frills, covering her eyes. In the commotion her leather vest had called to the floor and her chest stuck out.
Annabelle whimpered, both fearing the decision and relishing the feeling of being manhandled so openly.
“I know just what you need,” the Sheriff brightly exclaimed, “this poor behaviour calls for…
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