Page 66 of On His Ranch

And yet… just thinking of him made her feel quivery inside. It seemed too soon to love him, given her past experience, but even though it had only been a week, she knew she did. She loved him.

Of course I do. Piper rolled her eyes, then quickly glanced over her shoulder to see if he was looking in. She exhaled in relief when she saw the back of his head and the soft glow of the television.I mean, why else would I be doing this?

She surveyed the spic-and-span gleaming kitchen with a sense of pride. Patti had done so much for her; it felt nice to do something for her in return. Chase hadn’t specified how clean he wanted the kitchen, so in addition to the dishes and wiping down the table she’d wiped down the counters, the cabinets, and scrubbed the floor. She’d felt very much like a naughty Cinderella and had felt his eyes on her more than once—an added bonus!

But he still hadn’t come in, so she shuffled over to the corner, as ordered.I hate corner time.She swallowed a sigh.Of course, Daddy would just say I’m supposed to.

It felt like she waited for an eternity staring at the faded blue wallpaper, growing indignant and sullen and wanting to demand he let her out.

Huh, I wonder if this is what he meant when he talked about bratting?

“Alright, turn around.”

Piper startled. Darn Daddy and his catlike feet! But she turned around, folding her arms over her chest—a ridiculous cover since he’d already seen them plenty.

“It looks good,” he remarked, eyes roving over the kitchen. “I’m sure Ma’ll appreciate it.”

She cleared her throat. “Um, if we could just leave out the part about me being naked…” But Chase didn’t smile. It seemed like he was all business now, and she knew what that meant.

Sure enough, he had the paddle in his hand. “It’s time for your spankin’.”

Her stomach dropped. She’d only gotten four swats earlier and her skin was still prickling. “Haven’t I been punished enough?” she pleaded.

“I don’t do anything if I don’t plan on doin’ it well,” he replied. “Now, remind me why you’re bein’ punished, Piper.”

“For… for disobeying you.”

“That’s right. Now, bend over the table and we’ll get this business over with.”

“Then we’ll be done?”

He arched a brow. “Well, I reckon that all depends on you.”

Taking the hint, she was quick to follow his order. Her hands splayed against the cool, worn wood, she tentatively bent her body over its surface, her breasts flattened by the wood as she pushed her butt out toward him. She expected the spanking to begin at once and braced for it, but she found herself waiting for a while.What is he doing?

“So, uh, do you play ping-pong?” she asked to lighten the mood.

“Nope.”

“Oh. So you just…”

“This isn’t a ping-pong paddle, Piper. I made this myself for paddling naughty little girls.” The amusement in his voice was evident even though she couldn’t see his face. “It looks like one, I s’pose, but I wasn’t thinkin’ about that. I just needed somethin’ nice and wide, and heavy, of course. This is three inches thick.”

Even though she’d already tasted a bit of the bite it imparted, hearing it described made her heart wrench in her chest.

“Be a good girl, and it’ll be over soon,” he said again.

Then she felt it explode against her backside. From the first swat, she knew the others she’d gotten earlier had merely been practice swings. Chase meant business and the hard paddle knocked the breath right out of her. Piper was gasping when the searing pain surfaced. It felt like a million needle pricks all over her cheek.

Then the second fell, on the exact same spot. She arched her back, but Chase was holding her down, making it impossible for her to run.

“It… it… hurts!” she gasped out when she could manage it, eyes prickling with tears as she flexed her legs up and down in a vain effort to relieve some of the sting.

“I know it does, baby. It’s s’posed to hurt. It reminds you what happens to naughty little girls who disobey.”

Piper sobbed, knowing it wasn’t over yet and wanting more than anything to turn back time.But I guess that’s the point!

A point he was making loud and clear, again and again, against her tender, quickly heating ass. With the first smack, it had taken a few moments for the pain to register, but with each additional hit of the paddle the burn increased until her ass felt scorched by fire itself.

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