Page 208 of Giddy Up, Daddy

She changed direction, but I didn’t let her get far. “You’re not going to bed until we have a long discussion, and if you try to runfrom me again, then I will man up in a way you have never seen before, and you will still be sitting pretty come breakfast in the morning.”

She gave my words one second to sink in before she took off in a sprint away from me.

Challenge issued. Challenge accepted.

It was a large space and Ripley was pretty fast, but not faster than me. I captured her and had her back over my knee on the couch in a split second. Reaching around her, I unbuttoned her jeans and wrestled them down to her ankles. I loved the position because it meant her feet were effectively tethered together and reduced the amount of kicking and flailing she would be able to do, which made my job of turning her backside a pretty crimson a whole lot easier.

I wrangled her panties down to meet her jeans and rested my hand on her bare skin. There wasn’t a hint of color from the smacks I’d given her a few minutes prior, but that was okay, because I planned to spank her so hard my fingerprints would be visible. If she wanted me to man up, then that’s exactly what I would do.

“This is one of those moments where folks say to be careful what you wish for because you might just get it,” I warned her before I started spanking at full force. I would only be using my hand, so she didn’t get the luxury of a warmup. She needed to know straight out of the gate that if she was going to challenge me, I was going to rise to the occasion. Especially if we planned to move forward as a couple of some kind. Which was apparently what she wanted.

Hell, it was what I wanted. But right now I had an adorable butt to scorch, and I needed to focus.

As I knew she would, Ripley put up quite the fight and it took a lot of strength to keep her in place while I blistered her hind end, but nothing aside from her safe word would get me tolet her up until I was sure my point was well and truly made. It had been a long time since I’d spanked a naughty bottom with my bare hand, and I knew I would be feeling the effects of this session all night, as well, but that didn’t slow me down, either.

She cursed and flailed and called me all sorts of names that should not be coming out of her pretty little mouth. I ignored it all and silently spanked. She knew why she was there; I didn’t need to make a big to-do about it with some long lecture. The sting in her backside would say plenty for now. I could say the important stuff later when I knew I had her undivided attention.

“Okay! Okay! Uncle! I get it. Cade, stop!”

Her voice was not panicked and definitely not remorseful, nor did she say her safe word, so I didn’t stop. In fact, I knew from experience that this was the time I needed to be the most steadfast about imparting this particular lesson. There were almost always the same stages during a punishment spanking for a brat. The fight, the realization and attempt to acquiesce, then came the begging, and eventually the resolution and complete submission. The length of each stage depended on the submissive. I was aiming for the last stage and thoroughly enjoying all of the ones in between.

“Cade! Dammit! Listen to me. That hurts! I won’t run anymore! I’ll talk. Just. Stop!”

“Unless I hear a safe word, I’m not stopping ‘til I’m good and ready. And babygirl, I’m not even close to ready.”

“I’m not going to safeword over a hand spanking. I’m not that much of a wuss.” She renewed her fight, which made me smile as I tightened my grip around her midsection to make sure she didn’t fall off my lap. Wrangling this brat was going to quickly become one of my favorite pastimes.

“Safewording is not about being a wuss, and you know it. But if you don’t need to, that suits me just fine. Been way too long since you had a proper spanking, and definitely toolong since I’ve given one, so we can just make this one a nice long meaningful reminder of the roles we have chosen in this lifestyle, shall we?”

I kept my voice light and nonchalant with just a hint of sarcasm, because I knew it would piss her off, and dammit, I was having fun. My cock was hard as a rock from the view of her backside and all her wriggling and rubbing up against me, and my hand stung like fire, but it was well worth it.

I don’t know how many licks I gave her or even how long the spanking lasted, but it was a hell of a lot longer than I’d anticipated before the fight turned to begging, and finally to the resolute sobs of a contrite submissive.

I didn’t stop as soon as she started crying, but I did let up and slow my cadence a bit to bring her down. Stopping abruptly felt too jarring, and after the length of the whoopin’ she’d just gotten, I didn’t want to mess anything up.

“Good girl,” I cooed after a few more swats. I gently rubbed her hot skin with the hand that had not been used to punish her. “That was a long spanking; you take all the time you need to get all of those feelings out, okay?”

She covered her face and cried into her hands. Usually, I would let my submissive decide when she was ready to get up, but Ripley was different. I couldn’t just leave her hanging over my knee. I wanted to hold her close. Rock her. Reassure her.

“I need to hold you, babygirl,” I warned before helping her up.

I pulled her into my arms, careful to allow her sore bottom to nestle between my legs where it would not rub against anything too much. She turned her face into my neck and gripped my shirt with her fists as she cried, and I held tight, hoping and praying this really was the beginning of something between myself and the most magnificent woman I’d ever had the pleasure to know.

Chapter Seven

Ripley

I wasn’t completely sure when I’d lost my mind, but it was somewhere between the petting zoo and our suite. I’d had so much fun with Wren and Reese, but as I’d made my way back all by myself I was left with my own thoughts, and that was proving to not be a good thing for me. Which was weird, because I was alone a lot on the road. When Cade drove I would hang out in the back and just watch the scenery go by, or get lost in a book, or anything, really. I went for walks and rides on my own, too.

This damn Ranch was turning me upside down and inside out, and I was helpless to fight against it. Not that I was sure I wanted to fight it, but I was questioning my sanity as I got my ass completely roasted by the man who had somehow snuck into my heart so fully and completely that I didn’t know how to process it.

I’d pushed all of his buttons and he’d finally risen to the occasion, and while I was agreeing with the phrase “Be careful what you wish for” and sobbing into his neck, I felt something I hadn’t felt in years.

Peace.

I needed to belong to this man more than I needed my next breath. And my initial worries about it being somehow unfaithful to Randy for Cade and I to end up together faded completely. Randy would want us to be happy, and he would be fucking giddy if he could see the two of us together.

Gripping Cade’s shirt tighter, I tried to get closer to him in some way. To relay everything I was thinking and feeling through some kind of osmosis or something. It seemed to work as he pulled me in tighter. But it wasn’t enough. Looking up at him through my tears, I forced out the three words I hoped he would understand.

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