Page 222 of Giddy Up, Daddy

I could see the questions and insecurities plaguing her mind. Abandoning my plate at the table, I got up and rounded it to her side. Taking her hand, I guided her to sit on the couch, and I positioned myself on the coffee table right in front of her. I wanted to be close enough to touch her, but I also needed to be able to see her face as we talked. It would help me gauge where her mind was at.

“To me it means that we belong to each other: body, mind, and soul. It means your well-being is my number-one priority. Nothing and no one will ever be put above you for as long as I live. But if you think really hard about our life, I don’t think many big things would have to change. We can still travel, and do all of the things we love.”

She looked away from me at that last part, but she didn’t say anything.

“Do you want big changes, Rip? If you’re unhappy about how we do our life, we can change it. Right here, right now. Just say the word. You’ve given up so much for me to continue to chase my dreams. If you want me to quit... if it’s time for a change, if you’d be happier?—”

“Cade, stop.” She cut off my rambling. “I don’t want you to quit. I like traveling. I like the rodeo scene. I just… being here has been really nice. So maybe we could just visit more often?”

“What if Rawhide was our home base? We can buy a spot on Rawhide Ridge. Build a place we can come home to during the off season, or whenever we want. Would that be something you’d like?”

“Very much so,” she said with a nod. “But are you sure?”

“Am I sure I want to call the beautiful Montana mountains my home? Am I sure I want to live in a place where our chosen lifestyle is completely understood, accepted, and celebrated? I think it’s safe to say those things would make me very happy. Especially with you by my side through all of it.” If she wasn’t by my side, it wouldn’t matter where I was or who I was with, I would be miserable. But I didn’t feel the need to say that part out loud.

Ripley shrugged. “I guess it's all settled then. Sooo… what do we do now?”

“Well first, Daddy’s naughty girl has earned a spanking for getting in trouble at school.”

“But you weren’t really my Daddy yet. So does it even really count? You can’t spank me for every naughty thing I ever did before we decided to be together.”

“You’re right; I can’t spank you for everything, but I can spank you for this one thing, and I intend to. A nice long, hard spanking on your bare bottom. Maybe after you’re nice and sore I’ll add a few strokes of Daddy’s belt just to make sure the message really sticks. How does that sound, babygirl?”

Ripley moaned and squirmed in her seat. I knew how much she loved the crack of leather against her skin, and since this would be more funishment than anything, I figured I’d give her a little treat to look forward to.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Come on now, enough stalling.” I stood up and tugged her up by the hands. Switching spots with her, I sat on the couch and tugged down her pants. “Hmm, should I let you keep your panties on for a little while? Warm you up, make you anticipate the sting of my hand against your naughty bottom?” I pretended to think about that option as she shifted from foot to foot in front of me. “No, I think we’ll go ahead and get right down to business. I’d like to enjoy some special time with my girl tonight.”

“What kinda special time?” She chewed the side of her lip.

“Well that will depend entirely on you, and what you need from me. We could have some special time for your Little side or your big-girl side.”

“Oh.” She swallowed hard, making me smile.

“We’ll figure it out when the time is right. But first, you’re getting a spanking.” I tugged her panties down to meet her pants right at the crease of her knees, leaving her completely bare to my gaze.

Fuck. I could not wait to have her again.

My cock instantly hardened, which she would no doubt feel once she was upended. No use trying to hide it, though. My body was reacting to hers, but my cock was not calling the shots, as much as it would like to.

“Why don’t you tell Daddy why you’re getting a spanking?”

“I… uh… umm. Do I have to?”

“Yes, you do. This will be part of your punishment every time you earn one. If you don’t like it, I would keep that in mind.”

She whimpered, but didn’t say anything.

“For every ten seconds you make me wait for an answer, I will add one stroke of the belt, and you’re already getting a dozen.”

I could be patient when I wanted to be, and there would definitely be times I would simply wait her out, knowing that Iwould win in the end no matter how long it took her to obey, but tonight was not one of those nights. I was feeling the exact opposite of patient, actually. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her.

This also gave her the opportunity to extend her belt spanking, if that was what she wanted.

I looked up at the clock on the wall as I waited. It took about thirty seconds for her to give in.

“I made a mess at school,” she mumbled.

“What kind of mess, babygirl?”

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