Page 36 of On His Ranch

“I sure did. What’s the other rule you broke?”

Her face screwed up as she thought. “I guess it would be the respect one.”

“You guess?”

“Yes, sir. I should have respected your work and your things.” Chastened by her own words, she felt the prickly, sharp pain across her cheeks in a different light. “I know I deserve to be punished. I was a brat.”

“You were,” he agreed with a sharp nod.

“I reallyamsorry,” she said, biting down on her bottom lip to hide the quiver.

“I’m sure that’s true, right at this moment. But the funny thing about little girls is you only seem to remember when I’ve got your bottom bare and an implement in my hand.”

“Have you had a lot of little girls?” The question popped out before she could stop it and though she slapped her hand over her mouth to smother the gasp, it was too late.

Chase’s eyes glimmered at her, and unless she missed her guess, he was amused. By the question or her antics, she couldn’t tell.

Piper waited, horrified by her impulsive mouth. The tense silence was a different kind of uncomfortable.

“Have you had a lot of daddies?”

“No.” Despite his delayed answer, hers was immediate, spoken in a regretful whisper. “Not ever.”

He cocked his head to the side as he studied her. “Is that somethin’ you think you’d like, Piper? Somethin’ you think would do you some good?”

Her heart was pounding so hard in her chest, her face flooded with heat. She couldn’t answer—not this. Not now. So she turned back around and bent, her throbbing, punished ass pushed toward him.

Chapter 8

Chase considered the girl in front of him. Her slight form was draped over his workbench—a vision he knew would be in every fantasy he had from now on—with her ass pushed out toward him. It was a glorious sight. Her normally pale skin had faint bruises from her paddling, and now thin red welts from the switch. He knew he needed to finish the job so he could move on to the more pressing responsibilities of running a ranch, but her question echoed in his head, staying his hand.

There was something about this girl…

She must have noticed his hesitation, because she peeked back at him again.

For the first time he could remember when having a woman waiting to be spanked, he considered asking what she was thinking. In Piper’s case, he wanted to know.

Get with it, man! You’ve got things to get done, you can’t spend all the daylight hours spanking this girl!

He had to acknowledge that was true, but at the same time, it was a shame. Reminding himself of his duty, he closed the distance between them, drew his arm back, and let fly with the switch against her bottom.

It made a satisfying sound as it whipped against her skin, and Piper, having been resolutely silent before, cried out. He aimed for the same spot again, and her cry became a shriek.

Good. Not that he liked making her cry, but he liked to see wrongs made right, and now that she was submitting to her punishment, he could get it over with. He lashed her skin again, a bit lower this time, quickly followed by anotherthwackagainst her bare bottom.

She let out a smothered moan and her feet danced in place.

Chase flicked his wrist, delivering another blow just below the last one, admiring the red weal that rose on her skin.

“Ooh! Chase, please!”

He smiled grimly to himself.She’s finally gettin’ the message. Better make it a good one, then.Another swat fell, then another while she clenched and unclenched her cheeks as though that could somehow protect her.

“Be a good girl and hold still,” he ordered. “You don’t want to draw this out.” Or did she? Even from where he stood, he could smell the intoxicating scent of her damp pussy. What he wouldn’t give to caress her there, to trace her arousal to see where it ended, to taste it. The thought made his cock throb painfully.

“I’m trying!” she howled as he gave her another flick of the switch.

“Watch that tone,” he warned, placing another swat just slightly below the last.

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