Sheriff Rosco P. Coletrain inserted the key into the cell door, and with a turn, locked it tight. “Now don’t you go running off,” the quirky sheriff chortled.
Daisy’s eyes flared fire. “Rosco, you let me out of here right now! You hear me!”
Rosco jumped back a little. Daisy Duke was sure a site when she was riled up. Twenty-years old, tall and leggy, wearing a low-cut tank-top and pair of cut-off shorts that molded to her hips–even in jail, she was the prettiest thing in Hazard.
“Now you just settle down now, Daisy. You’re gonna be here till your Uncle Jesse shows up to pay your bond, and that’s that,” Rosco came back.
“But….”
“No, ‘butts’, that’s the way it is…Boss Hogg’s orders.”
Daisy watched in angry dismay as Sheriff Coletrain turned and walked away. The Hazzard County jail was located in the basem*nt of the courthouse, and as the sheriff began climbing the steps, she sat down on the wooden bench with a sigh. She was in for it; that much was certain. She could just picture her uncle Jesse’s face when he found out. The image causing her to swallow hard. It was usually her cousin’s, Bo and Luke, who were being arrested and thrown in jail; more often than not, due to some scheme cooked up by Boss Hogg. Boss Hogg, the Mayor of Hazard, had been after her uncle’s farm for years. Not because he was a farmer–the very idea of the fat little man driving a tractor, hilarious– but because he had plans of converting it into a subdivision. Boss was greedy. Just like his appetite, he could never have enough.Time after time he’d offered to buy the farm, and time after time her uncle Jesse had told him no. Which is why he never resisted a chance to hurt her uncle by constantly trying to frame Bo and Luke.
Where Daisy was the most beautiful piece of female flesh within a hundred miles, her cousins, Bo and Luke, were the most good-looking. they’d come to live with their Uncle Jesse about a year after Daisy arrived. Daisy had been sixteen then; Bo and Luke, fourteen and fifteen, respectively. Like daisy, he’d taken them both under his wing. He’d taught Bo and Luke to be honest, and respectful, and hard-working; taught them to say “Yes, sir,” and ,”No, Sir,” and to always help others in need. And if any of them ever needed a reminder of how they were expected to conduct themselves, a trip to the woodshed always seemed to do the trick. Her Uncle Jesse was the kindest, most generous and loving man she ever knew; always quick with a hug, or much need word of encouragement. But he was also a strict disciplinarian. He kept an old leather belt hanging on a nail behind his bedroom door. Attached to a big brass buckle, tarnished with age, its brown leather smooth and well broken-in–all three cousins, Bo, Luke, and Daisy, knew very well how it felt being brought down across their bare behinds. Just two weeks ago, her Uncle Jesse had caught Bo and Luke trying to sneak in their bedroom window, after spending half the night making out with the Thompson sisters down by Tucker’s lake. The old farmer had just sat there in the living room, in the dark, biding his time. Even after he heard the bedroom window being gently closed, he’d just sat there. It wasn’t until he heard Bo and Luke taking off their boots, then heard the sound of their belt buckles hitting the floor as they took off their jeans, that he stood up and went to his bedroom. Minutes later both Bo and Luke were laying face down across their beds, their underwear down to their ankles, and their Uncle Jesse wearing their butts out with that old belt. And it didn’t matter one whit to their uncle that Bo was eighteen, or Luke nineteen.
Just as Daisy knew it wouldn’t matter that she was twenty. She knew her uncle Jesse; knew that he would care less how old she was, or that she was beautiful, and had a knock-out figure; he would care less that she’d been voted Miss Hazard County Beauty Queen three years in a row, or that she worked full-time as a waitress down at the Bore’s Nest, or that every man below the age of eighty in Hazard had asked her to marry him.
She was in for it.
Daisy stood and began nervously pacing back and forth in the small cell. It’d been a little more than six months since she’d gotten a whipping from her Uncle jessee, and she sure wasn’t looking forward to getting another. That time, her Uncle Jesse had spotted her jeep parked parked at the Stay-A-While Motel, a small, mom-and-pop motel, located on the side of old Highway 22. Jesse and the owners of the hotel were old friends, so when he went inside the office and asked for the key to the room, the old couple had cheerfully handed them over. Daisy had been standing at the foot of the bed, performing a little striptease for her then, boyfriend, when the door to the room suddenly opened. She’d never seen her uncle so mad in her life. Daisy, in just her bra and panties, had been in the middle of bending over to show off her ass when suddenly she looked over and saw her Uncle Jesse standing there.
And that’s exactly the way he took her home, in the front seat of his pick-up, wearing nothing but her bra and panties. And when they got there, after he shooed Bo and Luke out of the house, her Uncle jesse bent her over the back of the
living room couch, and whipped her butt till she thought she’d never be able to sit down again. “You still want to show your fanny off?” her Uncle would angrily ask, every time he brought that old belt down across her backside, to which Daisy would cry, “No, Sir!…No, Sir!” Her Uncle had never whipped her on the bare, as opposed to Bo and Luke, who always got it that way. But with the bikini panties she was wearing that day, he might as well have. As a waitress at the Bore’s Nest, she was required to wear cut-off shorts as part of her uniform. The next evening at work, there was no hiding the fact she’d gotten a whipping. Try as hard as she might to tug down the back of her shorts, and not bend over, as she usually did whenever there was a big tipper around, everyone could still see the welts left by her Uncle Jesse’s belt. Cooter Davenport, owner of Cooter’s Garage, and good friend of the Duke Family, even had the nerve to come up to her , and say, “What happened, Daisy? looks like you sat down on a camp fire.”
“None of your business, Cooter Davenport!,” Daisy had angrily shot back, tossing her head. The whole restaurant burst into laughter.
Remembering the whipping she’d gotten that day from her Uncle Jesse, caused a hard knot to form in the pit of Daisy’s stomach. With her two-inch heels clicking on the concrete floor, she went back over to the bench and sat down again. She crossed her legs beneath the tiny denim shorts. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She had this terrible feeling that the whipping she’d gotten that day, would be nothing compared to what her Uncle Jesse was going to do to her, especially when he found out she’d been busted for transporting moonshine. Her Uncle had been a moonshine runner for over thirty-years. he’d never been caught. But one day, when Bo and Luke had been arrested doing the sane thing, he’d made a deal with the government. the deal was, that neither he, nor any member of his family, would ever have anything to do with moonshine again, if the boys were given probation, instead of being sent away to prison. The State agreed. And true to his word, neither he, nor Bo and Luke, had ever touched a drop of the stuff. Daisy, either. Up until about two months ago, when Bob Mcallister, and old moonshine maker, and old friend of her Uncle Jesse’s, made a deal to pay her $200.00 a week, to run his moonshine across state lines into Tennessee.
Probably the stupidest deal she’d ever made. Daisy made good money at the Boar’s Nest, more than any other waitress working there. She flirted, she teased–bending over at just the right time, purposefully leaning over the table further than she had to when delivering orders to give the guys a good look at her breasts. And those little moves generated into lots of cash at the end of the week. Heck, even one old man offered her $500.00 to spank her! It was the easiest $500.00 Daisy ever made in her life. She met him out in the parking lot on her break. After getting in his car, and laying across his lap, the old man had only given her bottom a few good smacks, before cumming all over himself.
“I’d been wanting to give you that for a long time,” the old man had said, counting out the bills. Daisy had walked back inside the Boar’s Nest, laughing and shaking her head at the stupidity of men.
But this was no laughing matter. Unable to sit still from worry, Daisy stood and began pacing the cell again. Thinking about the trouble she was in, about her uncle Jesse, and even worse, what was in store for her when she got home–she unconsciously tugged down the back of her shorts. Other than her long brown hair, green eyes, breasts and legs, Daisy’s butt was her favorite physical feature. She liked nothing better than to see the looks on men’s faces when she walked by. She had a gorgeous ass, she knew, the kind of ass that could “stop a freight train going ninety-miles an hour through a corn field,’ she’d once overheard one of Bo’s friends say. She used to practise for hours, walking back and forth in front of her bedroom mirror. Wearing nothing but her bra and panties, she would even bend over, all the way, then look back over her shoulder at her reflection. She was always doing little poses like this. It was the reason she’d made the deal with Old Bob Mcallister. She was going to use the money to have some professional
pictures made next time she was in Atlanta. Then she was going to submit the photos to some popular men’s magazines in the hopes they would pay to put her on their cover. Of course her Uncle Jesse would whip the hide off her if he found out, but it was a risk she was willing to take, especially if it led to a professional modeling career.
But all that was over with now. Now she was just left with “getting the hide whipped off her.” Her Uncle Jesse was going to be furious; furious enough that, God forbid, he might even make her strip naked, before ordering her across the bed. “Oh, God,’ Daisy moaned, picturing the scene in her mind. Her hands began to tremble slightly. Walking over to the bars, she started chewing her nails. “Oh, my God…Oh Jesus, I can’t believe….
The door at the top of the stairs opened, and Daisy jumped. She looked up to see Boss Hogg, in his white suite and cigar hanging out of his mouth, coming down. “Well now, Daisy, seeme to me you’ve gotten yourself in a bit of hot water,” he said, in that syrupy southern drawl of his that Daisycouldn’t stand. Boss Hogg was a sh*t; a fat, greedy sh*t…but for some reason his presence gave Daisy a spring of hope.
“Oh, come on Boss, Daisy began, sauntering up to the cell door. She wiggled her hips to get his attention. “Now you don’t want to go through all the trouble of putting little ol’ me in jail.”
Listening to Daisy purr, and taking in the way she was dressed, in those itty bitty cut-off shorts, that showed every inch of her long legs, as well as a goodly amount of her fleshy inner-thighs, and the way the tops of her breasts were just visible beneath the tank-top she was wearing, put a smile on Boss Hogg’s lips.
“Oh, I don’t? And just why is that?” he asked, while his eyes were fastened to the way Daisy’s shorts split the lips of her womanhood. Daisy caught the look. Slowly lowering her hand, she began softly stroking herself between her legs, purring,” Because you wouldn’t be able to get to this, if I was in jail, Boss.”
Boss Hogg took a moment to feast his eyes. He’d heard that Daisy Duke was a slu*t, but he hadn’t believed it until now.
‘Well now, that true,” Boss replied. Daisy, sensing victory, came closer to the bars, literally pressing her breasts against them. “Just tell me what you want me to do, Boss,’ she whispered seductively.
Boss hogg pretended to think about it for a moment. Then, moving the cigar around to the other side of his mouth, he said, “I want you to turn round.”
Daisy laughed. “Okay.” She took a few steps back away from the bars, swaying her hips, then turned around. “Like this?” she said, looking back at him over her shoulder.
Boss Hogg smiled. “Yea, just like that, now bend over.”
And that’s when Daisy knew she had him. Slowly, knowing he was watching every move, she bent forward, and placed her hands on her knees. She tossed her hair seductively to one side.
“You like that?”
Boss Hogg drank in Daisy’s backside. Her shorts now forming a sharp V, he could easily see every inch of her delicious ass cheeks. ‘Oh, yes, I like that a lot,” he said, smiling, “You could say it’s giving me a good before-and-after picture in my mind.”
Daisy, still bent over, gave him a curious look.
“Before and after?”Daisy Giving Boss Hogg a good look at her ass.
Boss Hogg returned her look with a smirk. “Yes. I’m seeing what your rear-end looks like now, before your Uncle Jesse gets through with it.”
Daisy furiously spun around. “Boss Hogg, you are the lowest snake on the face of this earth!
Boss Hogg grinned a slick grin. “Oh, come on Daisy, is it my fault you got a whipping coming today?’
Daisy’s face , already red with anger, burned with embarrassment. “You don’t know what you’re talking about!”
“Oh, no? Then how come I know your Uncle Jesse’s on his way here, and that he’s bringing that old belt he keeps in his bedroom with him?”
Daisy drew a sharp breath. She hated giving it away that he was right, but she just couldn’t help it. Uncle Jesse was bringing the belt with him? she asked herself, her legs suddenly feeling weak. Why?
Boss Hogg, who was savoring every moment of the beautiful young woman’s discomfort, sensing her thoughts, answered, “He’s bringing the belt, because of the deal that we made.
