Page 73 of Ranch Rules

“Hmm. Well, what should we do about this?”

Her lip trembling, she answered in a quavering voice, “I guess I... I deserve a spanking.”

He nodded and ran a hand over her hair. “That was what I was thinkin’ too.”

“Can it just be a little spanking?” she ventured tentatively.

“What do you think?”

She bit down on her bottom lip, working it between her teeth for a few moments before she answered. “You decide what I deserve.”

He smiled, chucking her lightly under the chin. “Good answer. You’ve come a long way, Natalie, my Nat, my little-bit.”

“Don’t forget—”

“Oh, yes,” he chuckled. “And my little girl.”

Oh. Her heart flipped in her chest. She was sad that she was going to get spanked, sad that she deserved it, and yet, hearing the ownership in his soft, warm voice was her undoing. “Do you really mean it?”

“Oh, yes,” he promised with feeling. “Now, get over my lap.”

For the first time she eagerly went over his knees. She didn’t want to be spanked, of course, she didn’t want the pain. But she did want to obey, to make him proud of her.

“Now, tell me why you’re gettin’ this spankin’.”

“Because I was rude and disrespectful to my daddy.”

“Mmm-hmm.” Slowly, he lifted up the nightgown she wore, revealing her thin cotton panties.

Natalie shivered as the cool air wafted over her—more from what was coming than the change in temperature.

“What else?”

“I...I lied to you, sir.” She sniffled, tears filling her eyes once more.

“That’s right. I want you to remember that you earned this punishment and take it like a good girl.”

“I’ll try, Daddy. I’ll do my best.”

“Good girl.” And with that, his hand rose and fell with a loud thwack onto her panties. His hand bounced from cheek to cheek as he peppered her panties with swats.

It wasn’t long before she was wincing with each new flurry of smacks. He was expertly building a fire in her butt and the sad tears that had filled her eyes at the prospect of leaving Thomas now began to fall. Despite the heat in her rear, it felt good to cry it out and she clung to his knee, jarred with each smack to her bottom.

Then she felt his thumbs in the waistband of her panties, making her tense. “Please, Daddy, not on the bare!”

“Excuse me, I thought we agreed that I decide how you’re punished.”

“You do, only...”

“How are naughty little girls who tell lies to their daddies spanked?”

Sniffling, more tears began to fall as she mumbled, “On the bare, sir.”

“That’s right.” He continued pulling her panties down until they were in the hollows of her knees. “Now do your best to be still.”

He’d given the warning with good reason, because his hand stung much more now that he was punishing her bare bottom. The sound of his hand landing on her cheeks was much more fearsome now, though nothing compared to the awful, unabated sting. His big, rough hand traveled up and down each cheek, not sparing one inch of her delicate cheeks.

She knew she deserved it, so Natalie tried hard to be brave and stay still.

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