Page 65 of On His Ranch

Her nod was clearly nervous.

“Well, don’ worry, I’ll do my best to make it as quick and painless as possible.”

Piper’s brows furrowed. “Then what’s the point?”

He couldn’t hold back a chuckle that time. “You’ll just have to see, I reckon. Now, you’re gonna bend over the table here.”

Her teeth were worrying her bottom lip as Piper allowed him to guide her over the table.

“Stick your ass out, toward me. Yep. Now, spread your legs a bit.” As soon as she’d followed his instructions he was content to make her wait while he opened and squeezed out a small amount of lubricant. He smoothed it over the surface of the plug. “Now you’re gonna want to take a deep breath. That’s a good girl. Nice and easy.”

“Why do I feel like one of your horses,” she muttered.

“I treat my horses very well,” he said, rubbing circles on her back with one hand while the other was poised to insert the plug. “Relax.”

“I’m trying,” Piper insisted, doing her best not to whine, since Daddy didn’t like whining.

“Try harder,” he replied, warning evident in his voice.

Does being told to relax ever actually help anyone to do it? she couldn’t help but wonder.

But a moment later she had other morepressingthings on her mind because he’d gotten the plug inside her.

“How do you feel?” he asked, his voice gruff but not unkind.

“Um… weird,” she admitted.

“Yeah? What does it feel like?”

Piper got up from the table and turned toward him, her movements slow and stiff. “I don’t know. Like I’m full. It’s not comfortable,” she added.

“That’s why it’s called punishment, baby. Now, I’m gonna watch the news and you finish cleaning. If you finish before I—”

“Yeah, yeah, go to the corner,” she muttered.

Without a word, Chase took her by the shoulders, turned her around, and pushed her to lie over the table again.

“Wait! I’m sorry! I—”

But she might as well not have been speaking for the attention he paid to her pleas. For some reason it had escaped her notice before, but in addition to the butt plug and the lube, he’d also put a round ping-pong paddle on the table. He reached for it now, and she tried to pull away, which he responded to by tightening his hold on her.

The paddle came down once, twice, on her right cheek while she howled. Then the left cheek received the same treatment. When he let her up, her eyes had filled with tears at the scorching sting.

“No brattin’,” he reminded her. “Are you goin’ to be a good girl now?”

She nodded, but when his intense stare hardened, she quickly added, “Yes, Daddy!”

“Well, I reckon we’ll see, won’t we? And just in case you think you can slack off, I’ll be lookin’ in on you.”

Sniffling, Piper nodded and was released. Ever since she could remember, with her fair skin and tendency to embarrass easily she’d had a problem with blushing. But since she’d entered this house—heck, since she’dknownChase, period, she’d never felt in a more constant state of humiliation.

Under normal circumstances, that would be enough to tip her off that she needed to leave. But even though her face was scarlet and hot, even though she kept glancing to the door, afraid any moment Patti or Senior might come home early, there was something else. A low churning burn in her belly that she’d felt often enough now to know she was excited—if her pebbled nipples didn’t give it away.

It was a cycle, because that same excitement made her feel humiliated all over again, which somehow only increased the slick wetness between her thighs.

As she finished the dishes remaining in the sink, Piper wondered what any of her past boyfriends would think if they could see her now—naked, her ass pink from a quick paddling while a blue butt plug stuck out between her cheeks. There had only been three boyfriends in her past, some of them so short-lived she wasn’t sure if it counted. And anyway, those had been boys who wouldn’t dare play erotic games like these.

Who wouldn’t have spanked her when she was naughty or made her call them Daddy. Which, all things considered, was probably why none of those relationships had worked. Chase was a man through and through, albeit sometimes a scary one.

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