Page 19 of Shared on the Ranch

He was too far away to hear—or perhaps the other man spoke too softly—but when he stepped back, Chyanne’s body language had completely changed. Her shoulders were slumped and the fight was literally gone from her. He cocked a brow, but whatever secrets to brat taming Aaron had, he wasn’t sharing them.

Then he slipped his thumbs inside the band of her panties. He turned, giving a questioning look.

Chandler nodded, and down they went. Over her delicate hips and the full swell of her bottom.

He noted the pink of her rear and mused how red it might look when he—whenthey—were done.

Almost as though he’d read his mind, suddenly Aaron appeared at his side and asked, “You wanna go first?”

Chandler considered the quivering back of their charge. “What did you say to her?”

Aaron’s grin was immediate. “I just mentioned that if she continued with that particular brand of sass I’d see if being tied up wouldn’t suit her better.”

His brows shot up. Interesting. He had never tied anyone, and he wasn’t about to try. It was above his paygrade. But as his attention turned back to Chyanne, he couldn’t help but imagine her with silk rope binding her beautiful body. In his mind’s eye he could almost see her… black knots around her breasts, all the way down to her wet, throbbing pussy.Thatpart he could see to.

“What did you have in mind?” Aaron’s question brought him back to the present. And to the sassy redhead at hand.

Chandler mentally filed the thoughts away—maybe there would be a chance to bring his vision to life later, but for now they had a petite redhead with a major attitude that needed to be adjusted. The only thing he was mulling over was how best to accomplish it.

“Since you took the warmup, I could handle round two,” Aaron spoke up, looking like he’d very much appreciate the opportunity.

While he watched, Chyanne’s shoulders tensed.

It was a unique opportunity to discuss plans for punishment with another dom—and he couldn’t help but wonder if it might just add to the punishment itself.

“Jumping out a window is a class four violation, in my opinion.”

“Really? I was thinking class five.”

Right before their eyes, Chyanne began to quiver. Her adorable pink bottom jiggled, and Chandler couldn’t help but wonder how red her face was at the moment. Hot enough to come close to matching her beautiful hair, perhaps?

“We can’t handle this lightly,” he replied.

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Seeing that Aaron was enjoying her squirming as much as he was, he grinned. It also helped him make up his mind. “Chyanne, come here, please.”

She turned around, dragging the action out as slowly as possible. She moved her body inch by reluctant inch until she was facing them.

Her face was a deep shade of pink and she had her lips pressed together.

Probably sealing in all those naughty words she’d like to spew at us.Chandler felt the corners of his lips twitch and quickly squelched it.”Chyanne. I won’t tell you again.”

As soon as she began to shuffle toward them, Aaron brought the chair to the middle of the room and set it down, looking at him expectantly.

Chandler took his time walking over and was sitting down just as Chyanne reached him. She paused, looking at him with a baleful stare.

“C’mon, darlin’. You know what to do next.”

She flinched, but obediently bent over his lap. It was so slow and unwilling that it made him think of wood being moved with cranes in halting, mechanical movements.

He waited without a word. Chandler was nothing if not patient. And as soon as she finally made it over his knee, he lifted his leg a bit and adjusted her so that her bottom was front and center. Then he lifted his hand high and let it fall soundly on her soft, shapely backside.

She moaned from the first swat, and he paused, giving her time to truly feel it as he watched the color in her cheeks deepen. Then he let his hand rise and fall in a methodical rhythm he was all too familiar with, delivering a punishment that ensured she would have trouble sitting tomorrow.

He had to admire her restraint. Though she didn’t seem to exercise it when it came to her own safety or breaking and entering, as her tender cheeks morphed in color, pink slowly changing to a deep, bright red, Chyanne kept her lips sealed except for a few moans.

Resting his prickling palm for a moment, he lifted a brow at Aaron. The other man’s face showed that they were both marveling at the dilemma. Chyanne clearly hadn’t learned her lesson yet, but based on her current level of defiance, there was no telling how long she could keep it up.

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