Page 40 of Ranch Rules

“But... I don’t understand,” Natalie protested. She’d never felt more vulnerable in her life than she did in this moment. “You said...”

“That I was going to punish you. And that’s exactly what I’m doing. Who decides how you’re punished, Natalie?”

“You do,” she squealed, her muscles fighting the entry of his finger.

“That’s right, I do.” And with that, his finger slid inside her.

It was the strangest sensation she’d ever felt. It didn’t hurt—not exactly. It was uncomfortable, yes, but it wasn’t only the physical sensation that was difficult to tolerate. Somehow, as though all of her emotions were located in the tight hole he now accessed, Natalie felt herself turn into a puddle. All the anger, the apprehension, even the tears all consolidated into one and fell away. As his finger moved inside her, in and out, she was under his complete control and she knew it.

“Please... stop,” she pleaded.

“Not yet.”

Natalie clutched the pillow and squeezed her eyes shut. I can do this. If I can handle my bare ass being paddled, I can handle this.

But it was both easier and harder to take than a spanking. Though there was an absence of stingy pain you got with the paddle, this type of discomfort... being under the complete control of someone else... it was terrifying and humiliating and wonderfully freeing all at once. The trouble was, since Natalie didn’t know what emotion to go with, she just did her best to block everything out.

“You never lie to me again, ever,” Thomas said, his voice firm and yet, somehow soothing to the point of being hypnotizing. “I better never, ever catch you in a lie again, do you hear me?” His finger never stopped moving as he spoke, sliding in and out.

Right now, in this position of complete and total submission Natalie could not picture herself ever daring to do such a thing. Not if this strong, stern man would be the one she would have to face. “Yes, sir. I understand.”

“Good girl.” His finger moved faster inside her, making her pulse quicken and her breathing speed up. “And no more backtalk, either.”

“When did I...” But as his digit sped up faster still, dancing inside of her, the rest of her sentence died on her lips. “Yes, sir.”

Thomas’s soft chuckle was unmistakable. “Good girl. And if you disobey? What then, my naughty little girl?”

She felt the knots in her stomach loosen as she exhaled slowly. “You’ll spank me?”

“Without a doubt. Little girls who don’t obey their daddies get punished. In all kinds of painful, horrible ways. Isn’t that right?”

Natalie froze. He had called her little girl before... but what was all this ‘daddy’ stuff?

“Isn’t that right?” he prompted.

At a loss, overwhelmed by the sensations he was creating inside of her, she said the only thing she could. “Yes, sir.”

“Okay then.” He continued to finger her anus for a few more moments without speaking, just the intense, purposeful thrusts of his digit into her small, tight hole while she breathed heavily and whimpered.

And then it stopped. When he withdrew his finger, she uttered a soft cry and turned on her side.

“Shh. You’re okay. You were a good girl. Don’t move, I’ll be right back.”

She curled into a ball on her side, breathing deeply, feeling relieved at the loss of the pressure and disappointed all at once. She had never met a man who could evoke such powerful emotions in her. It was a little unsettling. She’d only been his charge for a couple of days, and look at what he’d done to her.

Straining her ears, Natalie heard the sound of running water. Then in a few minutes Thomas was back at her side, as promised.

“Roll onto your back,” he instructed her, his tone so gentle that the knots in her belly unfurled completely.

She did as she was instructed and Thomas leaned over, pulling the covers back. He waited until she scooted, motioning her to the center of the bed. When she’d complied, he sent the sheet flying with a flick of his wrist, the fabric ballooning above her like a pure, bright white wall. Then the sheet came back to earth, settling around her perfectly.

Natalie let out a laugh that was pure delight, and even she was amazed when the sound reached her ears. She couldn’t believe it—in this moment, she felt like a child again. Protected, safe, loved. As Thomas tucked the comforter around her, she smiled up at him, suddenly shy. All the walls were down—she didn’t have a single safeguard left. She was her realest, truest self, and she’d never felt more vulnerable.

No one had ever made her feel so transparent. Not until Thomas.

He offered her the plastic cup in his hand. “Take a deep sip, then spit.”

Gratefully, she accepted it and did just that, relieved to have the awful taste out of her mouth.

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