Well guess who won the poll…. (Patreon)

Well well well… there she is. That smug little minx! Gracie just pipped Candice to the post with 53% of the vote, which means—rules being rules—Candice is once again heading for a very familiar destination: across Gracie’s knee.

So yes, if you’ve been hoping to see a very annoyed Candice finding herself completely at the mercy of Gracie (and her paddle), congratulations — today is your lucky day 😈

Now, I’ll admit, I have no idea why Gracie has decided to dress like a cowgirl… but I’m certainly not complaining. She looks fantastic, and I can assure you her “bounty” is none other than Candice herself. We may not see her face, but let’s be honest — that backside could only belong to one person.

Which does make me wonder… did this ever actually happen in an old Western? I know Clint Eastwood famously carted off a few dead bad guys over his horse in A Few Dollars More, but surely somewhere in all those classic cowboy movies there was a female baddie hauled off like this? There must have been…

Either way, I’m now seriously tempted to go shopping in DAZ and grab a horse, because I feel like this scene deserves a few variations. All I know is this: if I were riding to the sheriff’s office with “Bandit Candice” tied up and ready for delivery, I’d be taking the longest route possible 🤠

Anyway, I’m gonna get ready to post, but chatGTP did write a very safe version of the delivery to the sheriff, it’s light, but your imagination will fill in the gaps🍑😂😂…….

Gracie - Bounty hunter

The town knew something was up the moment Gracie rode in.

Perched proudly in the saddle, hat tipped just so, she wore the unmistakable smile of someone who’d had a very good day. Slung unceremoniously over her horse was the infamous outlaw Candice — boots dangling, arms folded, and clearly in no mood to be paraded through town like a prize-winning pumpkin.

The sheriff stepped out onto the wooden porch, surveyed the scene, and sighed the sigh of someone who had dealt with this particular outlaw far too many times before.

Whispers rippled through the dusty street as Gracie dismounted outside the sheriff’s office. Candice was set back on her feet, though not without a little wobble, and firmly guided towards the sheriff while Gracie accepted nods, smiles, and the occasional “told you she’d be caught.”

The sheriff — a woman of authority, composure, and very little patience for nonsense — listened carefully as Gracie delivered her bounty. Candice stood there trying (and failing) to look unimpressed, even as her fate was being decided.

“Well,” she said calmly, hands on hips, “since you clearly enjoy making a spectacle of yourself… I see no reason to take this inside.”

That got everyone’s attention.

Candice froze. Gracie, meanwhile, leaned against a post and tipped her hat, thoroughly enjoying the turn of events.

The announcement was made clearly and loudly enough for the whole street to hear — traditional frontier punishment, swift, memorable, and designed to make an impression. Candice protested, of course. She always did. But it earned her nothing more than a raised eyebrow and a pointed gesture toward the armless wooden chair outside the office.

What followed was over quickly but not quietly — exaggerated reactions, indignant yelps, and plenty of gasps and snickers from the onlookers. The sheriff remained composed throughout, delivering justice with the practiced air of someone who’d done this before and would absolutely do it again.

When it was over, Candice was set back on her feet, red-faced and fuming, shooting daggers at anyone who dared to smile. Sitting was clearly off the table, and Candice stalked away painfully aware that both pairs of cheeks had been well and truly reddened — one by temper, the other by justice.

Gracie watched her go with a satisfied grin.

The sheriff dusted off her hands, nodded to the crowd, and stepped back inside.

Another outlaw corrected. Another lesson delivered.And a certain cowgirl already plotting revenge — just as soon as she could sit down again 🤠