Page 37 of On His Ranch

“Chase,please! Please, stop, I’ll do anything!”

Anything?he mused.

Knock it off, man. You’ve gotta think with your head—the one on top of your shoulders.

He sighed, knowing his inner angel was right. No matter how much he might want to, he wasn’t going to stop before he gave Piper what she deserved. Not for anything, even if that meant sinking his aching cock into the delicious, wet folds of her pussy. He didn’t want her unless she wanted him, for the right reasons.

Another pink line raised on her punished skin as he chastised her. It made a pretty pattern, though he reckoned she wouldn’t be able to appreciate it the way he did.

“Ahhhhh!” she yelled out when the switch landed with a scorchingthwackagainst her bottom.

He was giving the lashes slowly, letting the burn spread across her bottom before giving her another lick just below the last.

“Daddy! Please stop!”

There it was again. His cock pressed against his zipper until he wondered if it could possibly pop through. His balls were so tight, they might explode at any minute.

The next swat of the switch fell across the meatiest part of her bottom and Piper’s legs kicked out in protest. She howled and her feet hammered a rapid tattoo against the stone floor, but she didn’t turn around or let go.

He had to admit, he was proud of her for that. Chase let go of the switch and it fell to the floor. “Alright, little girl. We’re almost through.”

“Almost?” she echoed, her voice thick with tears.

“That’s right.” His hands went to the belt around his waist.

Piper turned her head and watched as he pulled the leather free of the loops, wincing at the hissing sound it made. “What… what are you doing?”

“I think you’d benefit from a taste.”

“Chase… please. I’ll be a good girl.” She choked out a sob. “I promise, I’ll be good. Just… please, don’t, don’t use that thing on me!”

“It’s for your own good,” he told her, making himself ignore her wide, tear-filled eyes. “I need you to learn your lesson.”

“I have! I promise, I really have!”

“Well, then this will be a reminder of what will happen if you are reckless with my property again.”

Her throat quivered with another sob, but she didn’t protest further.

Good girl, he thought before he doubled the leather in his hand. “Just a taste,” he said again before bringing it down in a solid blow, striping across her welts.

“Yeow!” she screamed, her cry echoing around the barn. She stamped her feet in place and wailed.

He waited for a few moments until she settled on a softer cry before delivering another equally sound blow. Then he rethreaded his belt through the loops while her shoulders shook with sobs. Chase made it over to her just as she was reaching for her backside. He grasped her wrists and held them firmly.

“W-what are y-you doing?” she asked, tears still coursing down her cheeks.

“No rubbin’,” he ordered, his tone stern. “You’ve been punished, darlin’. And your heinie is tryin’ to tell you to be on your best behavior. I’m not about to do anything to let you silence it.”

Piper’s lip quivered pitifully and it was obvious she was feeling very sorry for herself. “S-so I g-guess a bathtub full of i-ice is out of the question?”

Chase allowed himself a chuckle. “You guessed right, little girl. Now, you’re gonna sit your sore bottom on that stool right there and let me finish milkin’ these cows. Don’t you move or rub unless you want yourself another taste of my belt. Understood?”

Piper nodded fervently. “Yes, sir, I understand.”

He hid a smile and waited while she followed his instructions, noting how she cried out when she sat. He didn’t let his smile show until he was sitting with the next cow waiting to be milked.

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