Page 50 of M!lked For His Pleasure

“Maybe I’m the one talking them into trouble. Did you ever think of that?”

“I did, actually. And if that’s the case, then I’m even more convinced that being with the herd will be good for you. Being a cow on my farm will provide you with plenty of structure and discipline, as well as that sense of family I mentioned earlier.”

She wanted to argue that she had a family but did she? Her parents were the ones who had sent her off to be manhandled into submission, and she wasn’t super close with her grandparents. As the only child of two only children, Uncle Luke was the closest thing she had to family outside of her own parents.

Tears stung her eyes, but she willed them back, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry. “What do cows do on your farm?”

“Eat, sleep, and get milked, mostly. At least for the first few weeks.”

“Milked?”

“Yes.” His lopsided grin made her tummy feel weird, in a not altogether unpleasant way, which was in and of itselfveryunpleasant. “There isn’t much milk to be had at first, and someof our cows never produce at all, but it isn’t the actual milk so much as the action of being milked that’s important.”

“Oh?” Dorothy shifted in her seat, hoping he wouldn’t notice her fidgeting. “Why is that?”

“The first month of the program is all about your mindset. About learning to obey, to submit, even when it’s uncomfortable or downright difficult.”

“I thought this was about rehabilitation. Sounds to me like it’s just about you living out some weird kink fantasy.”

Uncle Luke lifted a shoulder in a casual shrug. “I can’t deny that’s how it started. I’ve always had a thing for cute little pets, and a friend of mine had a submissive who… we’ll just say she struggled with some impulse control issues. But as much as he loved her, he couldn’t bring himself to be as strict as she needed. So he sent her to me.”

“He just gave you his girlfriend? And you, what, fucked her into being a better person?”

“His fiancé, actually. They’ve been married now, for nearly two decades, and they couldn’t be happier. As to the second part of your question, no. I don’t fuck any of my pets. If they need sexual release, it can be granted upon requestifthe staff believes they’ve earned it. Something to keep in mind if you’re planning on being a brat the whole summer.”

She wasn’t too worried about his threat. Considering she’d yet to end up in bed with a single man who’d managed to bring her to orgasm, she was more than capable of getting the job done herself if she wanted to. “Well if you’re not fucking them, what are you getting out of it?”

“Would you believe the satisfaction of a job well done?” he asked with another one of those one-sided smiles.

“No. Not really.”

“Smart girl. That is part of it, though. I genuinely do enjoy helping people. Seeing the graduates of my program excel in life is certainly one of the benefits I receive.”

“What are the other benefits?”

“Control. I’m the type of man who enjoys being completely and utterly in control of every single aspect of my surroundings. The Ranch gives me that, in spades.”

Looking at him, as cool and collected as could be as he discussed turning people into animals like it was the most natural thing in the world, Dorothy couldn’t see him evernotbeing in control. “What if I don’t want to be controlled?”

“Then you’ll be punished.”

Heat rushed to her face at the memory of being draped over his knee while he spanked her ass like a naughty child. “You mean spanked?”

“I mean punished. That will often take the form of a spanking, and it won’t always be with my hand. But there are many ways to punish a naughty little girl, Dorothy. And believe me when I tell you that you won’t enjoy all of them as much as you enjoyed your spanking.”

Oh, god. She was going to spontaneously combust right there in her seat. “I didnotenjoy that!”

“Careful, darlin’. Liars get their mouths punished along with their naughty bottoms. Do you really think I couldn’t smell how turned on you were? Couldn’t see your pretty panties getting wetter with every single swat?”

Because she was trying to convince herself that she wasn’t at all interested in finding out how he would punish her mouth, she turned to glare out the window.

If Uncle Luke was put out by her sulking, he didn’t show it. He continued on as if nothing had happened. “When we arrive at the Ranch, you’ll be fitted with your cow gear and then takento your room. The barn is heated and cooled as needed, and I’m told the beds are plenty comfortable.”

“Wait.” Her head whipped back around to stare at him in shock, yet again. “You wereseriousabout that? About being kept in the barn?”

“Serious as a heart attack, darlin’. You’ll be sharing your room with one of our older cows. You’ll remember I mentioned the first stage of the program is learning to submit yourself to another’s authority. The second stage is learning to help and care for others. Your roommate will be someone in the second stage. Any questions so far?”

“Yeah. When can I go home?”

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