Page 38 of On His Ranch

Piper was at the height of discomfort. Her sore, welted bare ass was against hard wood, but she knew from at least a half-hour of shifting that there was no angle that would provide any comfort. To make matters worse, her pussy was hot, juices pooling until she worried they might show on the stool. Which explained why she was currently sitting only on the very edge, so that if any liquid spilled, it wouldn’t be able to be used as evidence against her.

“Alright, I’m through here.” Chase brushed his hands together, smiling in satisfaction.

“Oh, well, that’s—”

“Piper, what’s that?”

She followed his gaze and saw that there was liquid arousal coursing down her thigh. She snapped her legs closed, squeezing them together, but it was too late.And now my humiliation is officially complete.

“Um…”

“Stand up,” he ordered briskly.

Piper waited as long as she could, staring at the floor and wishing with all her might for a magic hole to open up and provide her an escape. When nothing happened, she let out a resigned sigh and moved as slowly as she dared.

“Spread ‘em.”

“Aren’t you tired of bossing me around yet?”

Chase clucked his tongue. “Naughty little girls never do learn, do they? Do I need to remind you, so soon after you’ve had a whippin’, that you promised to obey?”

It took every ounce of self-control she possessed to keep from rolling her eyes. Piper looked at the ceiling instead as she widened the space between her feet. She couldn’t bear to see his face when he exposed her for the wet slut she was.

“Somethin’ you wanna tell me, Piper?”

“No, sir.”

“Alright then.”

She felt his fingers glide across her skin and her breath hitched even as her face flamed.

“Does having your ass spanked turn you on?”

Piper bit down on her bottom lip so hard it hurt. But better to endure the pain than to answer that question!

Chase stood up, towering over her once more. “Piper?”

She kept her gaze on the ceiling and pretended not to hear him even as her battered bottom screamed at her.

Then he was grasping her chin between his fingers and turning her head so that she had no choice but to look at him. “Answer me, little girl,” he demanded, his tone rough. “Is that why you need a daddy? Do you want a daddy to spank you when you’re naughty and fuck you afterwards? To make your ass hot and your pussy hotter?”

She tried to pull away but his hold on her chin only tightened.

“I want an answer.”

It was all too much. Her sore, lacerated rear. The humiliation of being horny after a spanking in the first place, then being caught. She’d never been more embarrassed, more ashamed. But even though he’d wiped his finger on his jeans, she could smell her own scent on his skin. There was no denying what was plain as day, no matter how much she might want to.

“Yes.”

“What?” he asked, his tone rougher still.

“Yes, sir,” Piper amended.

He released his hold of her chin and rewarded her with a brief, glittering smile. “I want you too, Piper.”

Her belly simultaneously spasmed and released butterflies. She’d never felt this combination of hope and dread before. Had she… was it possible she’d heard him wrong? “W-wh-at?”

“I want you.”

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