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“My goodness!” Master Derek said as he skidded to a stop before the water. He forgot about the golf cart and quickly scanned the Littles as they staggered a bit getting up. He ran to Betty and assisted her since Edward was already helping Lilly. “Are you hurt?” he asked, looking her over.

“I’m all good,” Betty said with a laugh. “Better than the cart.”

Master Derek cleared his throat. Betty winced.

“What were you thinking?” Edward asked Lilly. “You could have been seriously hurt. Or worse.”

“I’m sorry. I just…” She didn’t even bothering finishing whatever weak defense she had considered mounting. Instead, she hung her head in shame.

“Leave it to a naughty Little to find the deepest spot,” Master Derek said, shaking his head in frustration as he watched the top of the cart slowly disappear. The gurgling continued as bubbles rose to pop on the surface. “Let’s hope that cart doesn’t go downstream before the Ranch’s maintenance department can fish it out of the water. As for you two naughty young ladies, well… let’s return to my office. We can talk there.”

Lilly looked from Master Derek to Edward. Both men had that same hard, stern look in their eyes. The look that told her exactly what was going to happen.

And she didn’t like it one bit.

Chapter 18

Lilly’s baby doll dress was hiked up, her diaper down.

Her bottom was up.

She drew a deep breath, held it a moment, and then exhaled slowly. She tried to redirect her thoughts away from the dreadful anticipation she felt. She tried focusing on how nice Master Derek’s office was. It smelled of polished wood, books, and leather furniture. She tried focusing on how scary—and fun—that quick jaunt in the golf cart had been. True, it hadn’t ended it well, but it had been a blast while it lasted.

She even tried focusing on the fact that the man she’d been dreaming about for the past two months—and really even for years—was now here. As if their encounters before hadn’t been enough to seal the deal, his presence at the Rawhide Ranch confirmed that he was a Daddy.

Yet Edward’s appearance didn’t calm her. Not at this moment.

Nor did the office or the memory of the runaway golf cart.

No. Right now she could only concentrate on one thing.

The spanking she was about to take.

“I hope you understand the gravity of your situation,” Master Derek said.

She was bent over his desk while he stood behind her, tapping the end of the glossy wooden paddle against his open palm. The quiet sound of the instrument rapping against his skin made her wince. It reminded her of what was to come, but she knew it would be a lot louder than that when it collided with her bare bottom.

“I do, Sir,” she said.

There was part of her that wanted to get out of there and never return. She was a grown woman. She could come and go from the Rawhide Ranch as she pleased. Well, maybe not come and go. She could leave. She might not be able to return, but that was okay. It would save her from the humiliating fate of having her rear end reddened.

But she didn’t want to leave.

She’d dreamed of staying at the Ranch for too long to throw it away now. She knew the rules—and the consequences for breaking them—before arriving. This is what she’d signed up for. She only had herself to blame.

Her mind flashed to Betty and the spanking she’d just endured.

Lilly had sat silently, watching and awaiting her own fate. Betty had held up okay at first. After swat number five, though, she’d been reduced to a sniffling, crying mess. Master Derek seemed as adept with the paddle as Lilly had feared. By the time he was finished, poor Betty’s bottom was a molten, red and purple mess. She was still sobbing, albeit a bit quieter, as she stood in the corner. If Lilly could see her, she’d see that Betty’s bottom was still on display. But Lilly couldn’t, as she had assumed the position and was waiting on her own discipline.

Just start the spanking! Let’s get this show on the road. The quicker you bust my butt the quicker it will heal and I can move on!

She knew waiting was all part of it, though. Gee whiz! Why did Master Derek have to be so good at all this.

And why the heck did Edward and Nanny J have to be present for it all? Couldn’t Master Derek handle this privately?

She knew the answer. The audience was part of it, just as the waiting was.

It irked her that Edward of all people was sitting on that couch behind her, looking on as her bare bottom was high in the air, just waiting on the paddle!

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