Page 15 of Shared on the Ranch

“Stop!” she begged without thinking.

“That’s not the magic word,” he replied with a chuckle before resuming the spanking.

The magic word?she fumed inwardly.Oh, hell, no! What am I, ten years old?

His large hand landed on her upturned bottom again and again, and she could feel him trying to paddle the bratty resistance right out of her.

Not gonna happen. She bit down on her lip until she tasted blood.I’m not going to let this bully break me! I’m not going to let him hear me beg, or see me cry!Nothappening!Chyanne clenched her fists, digging her nails into the tender skin of her palms as she endured swat after blistering swat.

And then at last he stood her up. Her ass was prickling all over and she was sure it was red.

“How you doin’ there, princess?”

She scowled at his show of concern—which had to be fake, because he was the one who had spanked her, after all—eyes narrowing at the use of the nickname.

“‘Bout the same, I see.” He chuckled again, and it made her want to hit his smug face. “Don’t worry, you’ll see things my way before we’re through.”

Her eyes narrowed into slits but she felt she had to ask. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you’re gonna put that pretty little nose of yours in the corner and have some time to think. Hopefully you’ll be seein’ things more my way when I get back, but either way, you’ll be getting that adorable butt blistered.” Then, ignoring her fiercest glare, he stood up, took hold of her arm, and pulled her to the corner.

He adjusted her until she was just-so, glaring at the wall with her nose about an inch from the wall. “Stay just like that, and leave your pants down. You won’t be needin’ them anytime soon anyway.”

She could feel him behind her, waiting for an answer. Her nails dug into her palms even harder as she refused to give one.

He gave in before she did, evidenced by the sound of his footfalls as he walked away.

She didn’t dare turn, however, until she heard the thump of the door shutting. Then, seeing that she was well and truly alone, she let out a frustrated, muffled scream. Her bottom was sore, her lip was punctured, and her hands…

Granted, she’d done most of it to herself, but she was mad enough to add them to Goliath’s growing list of sins. And now, he claimed he was going to spank her…again! Breathing hard, Chyanne began to pace.

“What do I do?” she muttered to the polished boards as her boots tread across them. “What do Ido? I’m broke—I need money. I need a job. I needthisjob. Dammit!” She stopped and banged on the coffee table, shaking her hand at the sting.

But it calmed her, too, in the weird way that pain always had. It helped her focus.

She had come across the ad for the rodeo rider position at the ranch just when she’d needed it most. It would have been the perfect job, just the thing to get her back on her feet and hopefully crack open some doors she herself had nailed shut.

It would have been perfect if I’d just kept my big mouth shut and just ignored that girl with her crocodile tears, she thought bitterly as she glared out of the perfectly clean window.

But even as the thought crossed her mind, she shook her head. That wasn’t her. She wasn’t the type to ignore someone in pain, not ever. Not even if it would have made her life less complicated.

So the question then was what did she do now? Now that she’d gone and messed things up?

From where she was standing, there were only two options: she could wait until Goliath got back and let him spank her…

A shudder ran through her at the thought. The man had already whacked her behind about a dozen times—the hardest swat had definitely been the last one—and the blaze in her ass was hard to ignore. How would it feel if he did it again?

The thought made her throat tighten. His parting words ran through her mind again:leave your pants down. You won’t be needing them anytime soon…

Damn. The knots in her belly were so tight, they felt like a cramp.

I can’t stay here. Ican’t. Fuck the job, fuck the money, fuck the whole damn contract! Hell, the whole damnranch!I’ve got to get out of here.

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Aaron

When Aaron Blakely had agreed to be a master at Discipline Ranch—and at present he was theonlyone—he had pictured many things. Whips, chains, even the occasional ball gag. As he had signed his employee contract, he had been envisioning a scene where he brought a nameless woman to orgasm over and over again. He could practically hear her pleading whimpers.

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