Page 11 of On His Ranch

This time when he smiled, it was real. From the moment he’d laid eyes on her, his palm had itched. Now he was going to be able to fulfill his own wishes while teaching this little girl a lesson. “You shouldn’t have done that.”

The face she turned to him was a mask of defiance, and he was going to love paddling her butt until she admitted he was right.

He carelessly dropped the bag to the floor, ignoring her shrill protest. Then he closed the distance between them in two long-legged strides. She didn’t seem to realize her peril until he grabbed her by the wrist.

“Hey! What are you doing? Let mego!” She tugged at her wrist, trying to free it.

“I’m gonna teach you some manners is what.”

“Stop it! You can’t do this!”

Chase chuckled darkly. She had no idea what ‘this’ was, but she’d soon find out, bare-assed and bawling across his knee. And her next lesson would be thatcan’twasn’t in his vocabulary.

He pulled her over to his workbench. Though it was plain plywood, he kept it clean and free of clutter. It was there that he stopped, using one hand on the small of her back to keep her where he wanted her while the other one grabbed her other hand. He trapped both of her wrists in one of his big, strong hands.

He almost felt sorry for her. She had no idea what was going on, but tried to fight, hissing and kicking what she could reach as she began to realize what situation she’d gotten herself into.

“Be still,” he ordered, using his free hand to deliver a loud, smarting spank to the back of her jeans. The sound reverberated through the barn and achieved his desired affect because the shock made her go still. He used it to his advantage and pulled her jeans down to her knees.

Her struggle renewed when she felt his thumbs in the band of her panties. “What… what are you going to do?” Though she yanked at her trapped wrists, her voice had lost its earlier fire. “Are you going to…” She swallowed hard.

Chase noticed not for the first time how pretty she was. She had honey-blonde hair that had shone in the sunlight, which perfectly complemented her light green eyes and cream complexion. She had a cute, pert nose and lips the color of ripe berries. Under different circumstances, he might be tempted to taste those lips to see if they were indeed sweet, but unfortunately for them both they had a more solemn conversation in store.

“I’m goin’ to teach you a lesson you won’t soon forget.” His free hand reached across the table for the wooden ruler he kept on his workbench. He’d made it himself—twelve inches of solid cherry wood. It had the inches marked off, and was three inches thick. It worked fine for measuring, and even better for paddling naughty bottoms.

As his hand moved back to her stark white bottom, his fingers curled around the ruler paddle, she craned her neck to look at him, her light green eyes wide and desperate. “Wait! Please, don’t!”

“It’s too late forplease, little girl.” Something in her expression changed when he said that. He didn’t know what to make of it, but he wasn’t going to sit by idle and think on it, either. Not when he had work to do. The first smack rang out through the barn, the sound nice and full.

She echoed it with a sharp intake of breath.

“It’s got a mean sting, I reckon,” he observed before bringing it down again. As soon as he lifted the ruler, he saw the pink skin underneath. It would be several shades darker before he was through with her. For a few seconds, the only sound in the barn was the sound of hard, sound spanks being laid onto her full cheeks.

She’s takin’ it pretty well, I’ll give her that.

But as a few more swats landed, she began to struggle to pull away from him once more.

Chase tightened his grip on her wrists and pushed her down across the workbench with his other hand. Then he resumed paddling her cute posterior, the spanks harder than before.

Each one elicited a sharp gasp from her berry-colored lips.

Watching the hue of her bottom deepen made his pants feel uncomfortably tight. He pushed it to the back of his mind and delivered two swats in quick succession to her sit-spot.

“Ow!” she protested at the top of her voice, and he allowed himself a grin since her back was to him.

“That’s right, it hurts, doesn’t it? You’ll think twice about hittin’ me in the future, won’t ya? Or anyone else for that matter.” He punctuated this statement with a swat that went even lower to the back of her thighs.

“Let me go!” she howled, shooting up off the table and arching her back.

He should have been prepared for it, but was momentarily caught off guard. That was the only reason she was able to break away from him and make a run for it.

Unfortunately for her, she’d forgotten that her pants and panties were bunched around her knees and they were her downfall—quite literally—when she fell over them just before reaching the barn’s open doorway.

Chase was hot on her heels and pulled her up by her elbow. “You’ll regret that,” he growled before sitting on the cold, hard floor and pulling her over his lap.

“Wait! No, don’t! I’m sorry!” she wailed.

But he wasn’t convinced. “Not yet you’re not,” he snapped, steel in his voice. Then he really went to work, using his hand to spank her pink cheeks to a deeper shade of red. Each one was a hearty smack and while he’d spanked in a pattern when using the ruler, he abandoned that plan and let his hand fall where it would while she squirmed and protested with moans and shrieks. He delivered hard, heavy-handed spanks one after the other until she began to cry and went still over his lap.

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