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Another rumble from him, this time of laughter.

“It’s supposed to, little hucow. Now, next time, remember to do as you’re told.”

His hand came down again, and again, peppering her backside with short, sharp smacks that had her gasping and writhing. It hurt and it felt good at the same time.

She’d read about spankings before. She’d experimented with past boyfriends.

None of it had ever been like this.

Firm, crisp swats moved all around the curves of her bottom while she gasped and kicked, squirming on his lap. His free arm came down like a bar along her spine, holding her in place while his hand moved lower to slap against her sit-spots.

“Ow!!!! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll be a good little hucow, I promise!”

CHAPTER 8

Patrick

Having a writhing submissive over his lap was always a pleasant experience, but he found he was enjoying it even more when she was wearing a cute little cow outfit. The leg and arm sheaths had been taken off so she could eat, and he’d unplugged her tail, because he didn’t want her sleeping in it overnight. Her muscles needed a break, but she was still in the rest of the attire.

Which meant he had the pleasure of flipping up her skirt and admiring the way the thin g-string split her cute little cheeks before he started laying into her bottom.

Not that he was laying in all that hard.

After the way she’d taken the pounding from his cock, he wasn’t quite as concerned about breaking her as he had been before, but he was still gauging her responses.

“Ow!!!! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll be a good little hucow, I promise!”

“That’s right, you will,” he responded immediately, slapping his hand against her sit spot.

It made her cry out and buck on his lap, but she wasn’t using her safeword or even asking him to stop. He was fairly certain she’d been angling for a spanking—or at least testing her boundaries. Which was why he was taking the opportunity to enforce them.

Day one was going to dictate how the rest of her trip was going to go.

According to her fantasy, he was supposed to be completely in charge of her while she was here.

Her hands moved back to try and cover her bottom, and he caught them with his, taking her wrists and pulling them together so he could hold them in place on the small of her back. Mina let out a little wail as he kept spanking her, turning her cheeks from tanned cream to bright pink.

His dick was hard as a rock as she wriggled against it, moaning and whimpering as he spanked her.

Considering how much noise she was making, he didn’t plan to go any harsher than that, but he was intent on turning both cheeks and her upper thighs that pretty pink color. She really didn’t like it when he spanked her thighs, squirming and crying out even louder, but she still didn’t say her safeword.

Finally, Patrick laid down the final swat, his big hand covering as much of both cheeks as he could, and she jerked on his lap before flopping down and panting for breath as he began to rub her hot bottom.

“Good girl,” he said approvingly, trying to ignore the demands of his erection, at least for the moment. “You took your punishment very well, and now you’ll remember to follow my directions in the future.”

Mina whimpered.

“Yes, Master Patrick,” she replied, shuddering as he gave her cheek a firm squeeze.

“Just Patrick,” he corrected. “Or Sir. Master Patrick always sounded too formal for me.”

“Yes, Sir,” she repeated, and then moaned as he rubbed her butt again.

“Good little hucow. Now let’s get settled down for the night.”

Even with all the cameras and ranch hands around, he hadn’t wanted to leave her alone the whole night in the barn. She was his responsibility. Thankfully, he always carried a change of clothes with him in his truck. Granted, he didn’t have anything to sleep in, but considering the circumstances, he wasn’t planning on needing it.

They rearranged the hay so that the nest she’d made would fit him as well. Patrick stripped down, ignoring his bobbing erection which hadn’t gone down yet, though he didn’t miss Mina’s wide-eyed stare.

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