Page 39 of Ranch Rules

She could hear it as he moved over to the bed, could feel his eyes on her. Having a feeling that she would need it, Natalie pulled the pillow to her chest.

“I want you to keep your eyes on the wall. Do not turn around. Understand?”

Her heart sped up and she licked her lips. “I... I understand, sir. But what...?” She didn’t know how to finish the question. What she wanted to say was that she’d been spanked enough, thank you very much, and what the hell did he think he was doing? But she knew that it wouldn’t be received very well. Besides which, with the awful taste of soap in her mouth, combined with a very sore rear end, all the fight was gone from her body. She had never felt so submissive, but she was, down to her very core.

“Eyes on the wall,” he repeated. Thomas could do softly stern like no one else. “We’re not done with your punishment yet.”

Though she had guessed that much, hearing it said aloud still made her cringe. She had hoped by now her sins would be paid for, that he would leave her in peace to lick her wounds and nurse her broken pride. Still, Natalie obeyed, resisting the urge to turn around and plead her case.

“Good girl,” Thomas murmured, his voice drawing nearer.

Natalie held perfectly still, but that didn’t stop her pulse from picking up. She heard the sound of a cap being opened and the urge to look was nearly impossible to resist. Only knowing what would happen if she did—her ass tingled, as if she needed a reminder—kept her still.

When his hand fell, his fingers stroked her cheeks in a soft caress. Natalie clutched the pillow to her, burying her face into its soft down and whimpering. It was partly from relief and partly from the sensation of his touch. After the blistering punishment she’d received, the stroking of his warm hand on her throbbing rear was both painful and welcome.

“Do you like that?” he asked, his voice silky and seductive.

Natalie’s toes curled with the desires rising within her. Her pussy pulsed and moisture began to naughtily wet her panties.

“You’re going to be a good girl from now on, aren’t you, Natalie?” His hand slid down lower and lower. When he grasped her sit spot, giving it a tiny squeeze, another whimper escaped her lips.

She felt dizzy with wanting, and confused at the same time. What was wrong with her? How could he make being in pain feel so downright erotic? Did it hurt more than it aroused her, or was it the other way around?

Whatever was going on with her, Thomas seemed to like it judging by the velvety seductiveness of his voice. “Natalie?”

“Y-yes, sir,” she breathed. “I’ll be good.”

“Is that a promise?”

“Yes. I promise.”

He gave her sit spot another squeeze, slightly harder this time, making her moan. “Good girl, that’s what I want to hear. I want you to remember your promise.” The next squeeze was harder, almost a pinch—a warning, she couldn’t help thinking.

“I will!” she squealed.

Thomas chuckled and the sound of it was so rich and warm it took every ounce of self- control not to turn and look at him. “This is the last part of your punishment. Take it well, and we’ll be done.”

The butterflies in her belly became knots at his words. She started to turn toward him, but stopped herself just in time. “Please, sir... haven’t I been punished enough?”

“Tsk, tsk.” He clucked his tongue. “That promise didn’t last long, did it?”

When the meaning of his words hit her, she buried her face in the pillow once more to hide her embarrassment.

“Naughty girls don’t decide when their punishment is over.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Remember your promise,” he whispered, his mouth so near her ear she could feel the warmth. It sent a jolt of electricity running through her.

The next thing she knew, she felt his finger at her back door, probing with purpose.

“Thomas!” she gasped, her head shooting up from the pillow and her back arching in protest.

“That’s ‘sir’ to you,” he corrected, his tone so mild that without the ability to see his face she couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.

“Please, sir,” she whimpered as she felt his finger prodding her anus.

“Shh, you’re going to be okay. Just be a good girl, like you promised.”

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