Page 78 of On His Ranch

“That, and take your punishments when you’ve earned ‘em. Which, speaking of, we’re not done here.”

“What do you mean?” she squeaked.

“I guess you’ll find out. But I will say this—I don’t care how mad you are at me, I won’t accept backtalk. We woulda been done by now if you had kept those snarky comments to yourself.”

“But—”

“On the bed,” he ordered. “Lay flat, head on the pillow.”

Piper looked like she wanted to say something further, but she obeyed. He was patient with her stilted movements, made worse now that she had a butt plug in.

As soon as she was where he wanted her, he was on the mattress, straddling her. His cock was at attention without having to touch her. It had jolted with each and every whimper that fell from her lips, getting hard by the time she was standing in the corner. Now it demanded its relief and Chase was happy to oblige. He was going to enjoy this, even if Piper would not.

“This is a punishment,” he reminded her. “That means two things: one, you better keep that plug in there. And two, this is for my pleasure, not yours. You understand?”

Piper’s eyes were wide as a cartoon caricature, but she nodded.

“Good. Now, we’re gonna be quick about this, no hem-hawin’ or playin’ games. Are you wet?”

“Um…” She blushed a soft, rosy pink. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Spread ‘em.”

She opened her legs with a grimace.

Chase plunged his fingers inside her without another word. “Hmm,” he murmured as he felt the liquid heat ready to pour out from her parted pussy lips. He gently stroked the lips, watching her jolt. “What is it about a spankin’ that makes you so hot, hmm?” he asked, pressing on a welt on her thigh.

Piper whimpered, and he could see her legs quivering as she fought to keep them open.

Have to admit, that’s beautiful to see.Both the reaction and her obedience. “Daddy’s waitin’ on an answer, little girl.”

“I… I still don’t know,” Piper admitted in a little-girl whisper, feeling the heat in her cheeks intensify. When he pressed against her sore, welted thighs with one finger while another thrust hard inside her, she couldn’t help but moan and buck.

“Easy, girl, easy,” he murmured in the tone of a man who’d calmed many skittish fillies. It was enough to make her envy the horses.

Then she felt him again, his touch feather light as he traced the lips of her pussy. Then he inserted another finger. They dove, plunging into her wet depths and when he removed them she heard a whistle.

Then his hand returned to her aching thighs and sit-spot. She felt him tracing the lines the ruler had left, only they were moistened. Somehow knowing he was caressing the places where he’d punished her with her own juices made the pulse between her thighs even hotter.

He finger-walked across all the places the ruler had chastised her, and then pressed another welt in turn, harder this time.

Pain coursed through her, but something else was happening to her, too, and it was the opposite of pain. Piper writhed on the bed, wanting to beg him to stop, but not daring to ask in case he listened. It was the strangest thing she’d experienced yet.

And then, just like that, it was over. He withdrew his fingers, but before she could even bemoan the loss of them he plunged his cock inside in their place.

Right from the first thrust, she felt the difference. He’d told her she was being punished, and it seemed that his gentle caresses and teasing had meant to stoke the flame that already burned for him. But once he was inside her, it was different. No softness, no caresses. Just hard, pounding thrusts.

“Oh!” A moan caught in her throat.

“Remember what I said,” he warned, his voice hard as his eyes glittered down on her. “Naughty girls don’t get to come.”

Before she could answer, his thrusts sped up in speed and intensity. He began to pump in her with more fervor than before, and his hard thrusts created a smacking sound as their bodies collided.

Piper arched her neck and would have screamed if not for his lips capturing her own, his hot tongue delving into her mouth and stealing the sound. His kiss was hard, crushing, possessive, and she submitted to him wholly. She didn’t have a choice. To try to fight against his rock-hard, powerful body as he utterly fucked her would have pointless. Not that she wanted to, anyway.

One wrist was trapped by Chase’s hand, but the other arm was free to snake down and touch him. His abs were tense as he pounded inside her again and again.

His balls slapped against her poor, punished sit-spot and it felt a bit like getting spanked all over again. Not only that, but despite this less-than-loving fucking, she could feel her anticipation climbing. And knowing she would be in a world of trouble if she let that happen made her feel as taut as Chase’s six-pack.

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