Page 46 of Shared on the Ranch

“I’m sorry.Sirs,” she amended softly.

He smiled and released her, even bending over to kiss the top of her head. “That’s my good girl.”

And in that moment, she truly felt like it. Like both a good girl, andhis.

Something of her thoughts must have shown in her face, because Chandler bent once more, and this time his lips pressed firmly and insistently against hers. When he stood back up, her lips ached from the loss of him.

Chyanne straightened, feeling that more than her breast had been chastened. She made eye contact with Aaron once more, who’d been watching their exchange silently. “A-are we done, Master?”

His brow shot up and his grin widened, even as he shook his head. “‘Fraid not. We can’t risk stopping too soon and having you breaking more rules tomorrow.”

She nodded, disappointed but resigned, and waited.

She didn’t have to wait long before the whip lashed down, this time on her left breast. Beyond pretending now, she gasped with the sting. But as he continued to punish her breast in the same exact manner he’d done the right, something strange began to happen. With each flick of his wrist, each smack of those harsh leather flails to one of the most sensitive parts of her anatomy, the liquid gathering between her thighs became harder to conceal.

It’s all Goliath’s fault, she thought, her head dipped back as he alternated between massaging and plucking her poor, punished nipple. He didn’t stop even when her left one was being whipped, and it was a slow mingling of pleasure and pain that started off as a trickle, and as he continued whipping her, the pleasure-pain morphed into an all-out storm.

The storm was inside her, but as much as Chyanne prided herself on her ability to take control of whatever room she was in, to be the baddest bitch among all the boys, in this instance she had to acknowledge she controlled nothing. No, she was literally at their mercy and while mere minutes ago that had been so frustrating, now she felt her knees weakening. More than that, though, her will was bending, submitting to a stronger one than her own.

Theirs.She was theirs to punish or please as they saw fit, and she would be happy just to be allowed on the ride.

There’s a first time for everything, I suppose, she mused as Chandler thumped her nipple. He timed it perfectly so that his assault to her right nipple came at the same time as a lash from Aaron’s whip to her left.

She yelped and even gave a little hop. Immediately, her face flooded with heat as she felt moisture seep from her pussy and begin to slide down her leg.

Aaron was watching everything. She could see in his eyes that he’d seen not only that, but her humiliation. But he still didn’t stop. He punished her poor nipple twice more before he set down the whip. Then he strode toward her in purposeful steps.

She was trembling by the time he got there. Chandler’s hands had moved to her hips and he was holding her steady.

Her master gazed down at her, his eyes broody, demanding hard pieces of bronze. “One more toe out of line, Chyanne, and your pussy will be next to feel my whip.” He pierced her with his gaze. “Understand?”

She nodded vehemently. “I understand, Master.”

The hard line of his mouth still did not soften even as he said, “Good. You better, because I won’t tell you again. Now, you’re still being punished—”

“What?” she whined before she could think better of it. “But I—”

Before she could finish whatever complaint she’d been about to make, Chandler’s hand smacked the center of her ass, making her screech.

Aaron’s stern eyes bore into her while her lips trembled.

After a moment, she got herself under control and muttered, “Sorry, sirs.”

His firm nod was his only response before he continued. “You are being punished, so you do not get to come unless we give you permission. Is that clear?”

Chyanne’s mouth dropped open. She’d never heard of such a thing, and she hardly knew what to say. Well, actually, that part was easy: she knewwhatthey wanted her to say, she just wasn’t sure she could keep her promise.

“I… I…” Feeling another spank coming, she cringed. “Please, I don’t know how to do that, sirs!”

Chandler chuckled in her ear. “Well, darlin’, you better learn.”

“Don’t worry,” Aaron added, his smile making her toes curl. “You have two teachers who are willing help you learn, no matter how many long,hardhours it takes.”

“Or how many times we have to teach that bottom we mean business,” Chandler whispered, making her shiver.

“Or maybe we need to teach your pussy?” Aaron’s grin was positively primal. “Either way, don’t worry. We’ll figure it out.”

“That’s a promise you can count on,” Chandler said, giving her breast a squeeze.

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