Page 20 of Shared on the Ranch

He didn’t believe in spanking for spanking’s sake—he used it to teach a lesson and hopefully help wayward little girls improve their behavior. But as the skin of his palm blazed with heat and Chyanne lay stiffly over his lap, he couldn’t help but wonder if this was pointless pain.

“Let me take a crack at it,” the other man mouthed.

He nodded, and gestured for Aaron to be his guest.

“On your feet, Chyanne,” the other man ordered sharply.

It took a few moments for her to respond, and she didn’t answer with words. Finally, she pushed herself off his lap and looked at Aaron. Her beautiful emerald eyes were completely dry. When he didn’t speak, she did in clipped tones. “Yes?”

Chandler was still close enough to reach out and land a hearty slap to her backside that made her wince. “We’ve been over this,” he reminded her, his voice patient and calm. “Yes,what?”

“Yes, sir?” she muttered begrudgingly.

Aaron pretended not to notice. “I want you back in the corner.”

She turned on her heel immediately.

“Wait.”

With a long sigh, she raised her eyes to his face once more, waiting,

“When you get there, I want you to bend over and hold your ankles.”

Chyanne looked at him suspiciously, but when no other information was forthcoming, she nodded.

He made a little shooing motion with his hands and she began the trek to the corner. They both watched her beautiful, voluptuous ass as it swayed. She paused for a few moments, and then, every line of her body voicing her reluctance, she obeyed, jutting her bright pink cheeks out for their viewing pleasure.

Aaron had sidled closer, so Chandler muttered out of the corner of his mouth, “What is this going to do, exactly?”

The other man shrugged a shoulder. “It’s just a hunch. We have to wait. Your hand could use a rest anyway, huh?”

He chuckled and shook the aforementioned hand.

And then he watched. They both did, standing and staring at Chyanne. The minutes ticked by in a now silent room and just when he was about to tell Aaron that he had failed, he saw it: the first crack in her defenses.

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Aaron

Aaron was no stranger to punished subs. He didn’t think Chandler was, either, but he was a daddy. He was used to tears and freely flowing offers of repentance. Aaron had been in the lifestyle from the moment he knew itwasa lifestyle, and in his experience not every sub did that. Some needed some time to think. Some didn’t care about the pain while it was happening. The quiet, not to mention the vulnerability of the position he had her in, would be Chyanne’s undoing. He had a sixth sense about these things.

He was not surprised when her shoulders began to shake. She was a woman who was very fit and active, but she’d been through a lot today and her body would begin to give under the stress of holding that awkward position for too long. He glanced at Chandler just in time to see the other man was about to rush in, Daddy-style, to comfort his lost lamb.

Is she a Little?Aaron wondered. It was hard to pin this one down. In fact, they probably wouldn’t be able to give her a label she didn’t tell them about. That was just fine by him—he loved a challenge nearly as much as he loved teaching a beautiful woman to submit. And when shewasthe challenge…

He held out an arm to block Chandler’s charge toward her. When the other man looked questioningly at him, Aaron mouthed, “My turn.”

He didn’t rush, either. He waited, watching as her shoulders began to quake with such force the rest of her body began to sway. Then the room began to be filled with gasping cries, and finally, just when he thought Chandler would lose patience and march past him, her guttural sobs.

That was his signal to move, and he did, with catlike agility. He touched her on the shoulder, but either she didn’t feel it or didn’t know what he wanted, because she stayed bent over, her body quaking.

“Chyanne,” he murmured, and at the sound of her name, her body went limp and he was able to help her up. She twirled right into him and buried her face in his chest as though this was a dance they’d been doing for months.

Normally, Aaron didn’t care for being used as a tissue, but to his surprise—whether it was the softness of her body against him, the ferociousness of her cries—somethingabout her made him melt. His gaze flicked over to Chandler, and he gave the other man an apologetic smile.

Chandler, not one to be outdone apparently, came over and gently tugged Chyanne until she was standing between the two of them, looking like she desperately needed a human pillow to cry on.

“Chyanne,” Chandler said, pausing until she looked at him with watery eyes. “We need to have a conversation about your behavior, and most important, what you’ve learned.”

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