Page 36 of Claiming His Brat

It took very little imagination to figure out what it was there for. The height and rounded top made it almost perfect for bending someone over and, in fact, years ago Sam had done that to her one night.

But that had been for hot and sweaty sex and this was going to be something entirely different. Conveniently the relocation of the stand had left a corner empty and she was aware that she was supposed to be standing in it—but she was reluctant to go. No one had ever made her go to the corner before and she could feel the embarrassment already.

She approached the saddle stand instead and ran her fingers across the smooth wooden slats at the top, thinking, picturing, and fantasizing about what Sam was going to do to her. Lost in those images, her body reacted predictably. It wasn’t until she heard the sounds of his boots tapping across the wooden floor and coming closer that she remembered where she was meant to be, and she scurried into the corner just in time to avoid getting in more trouble.

The panicked thought that it wasn’t him had her sneaking a terrified glance towards the door. She met Sam’s eyes as he came in and they narrowed. One eyebrow went up. “Do I really need to tell you how the corner works, Charlie?”

No, of course he didn’t. Even though she’d never been punished like this, the whole process was pretty iconic. “Sorry, Daddy!” she said quickly, turning around to face the wall without argument.

“You’ve always had trouble following the rules, little girl, and we’re going to work on that. I’m givin’ you just one warning—do what you’re told and don’t play around, or you’ll end up one sorry little brat. Am I clear?”

“Y-yes Sir, but…but what are you going to do?” That was the question that was burning in her mind. She’d expected that when Sam gave in and tried the punishment dynamic with her that she’d have to lead him. Maybe he’d slowly get harsher as they worked through it, but apparently, she’d underestimated him.

He laughed and it was a dry amused sound that was slightly worrisome. “If I wanted you to know I would have told you,” he said. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

She shuddered as a nervous chill rolled down her back. Her bottom lip rolled out in a pout and she frowned at the blank wall in front of her. Somehow, she hadn’t reckoned on how boring standing in a corner would be, and it was surprisingly difficult not to turn around every time she heard something behind her.

It made her jumpy and she became hyper focused on figuring out what he was doing while ignoring the temptation to try sneaking a look over her shoulder. She’d seen a bag in his hand when he’d arrived and it sounded like he’d set it on the table and begun to rifle through it, but other than that she couldn’t begin to guess what he was doing.

She shifted from one foot to the other and sighed loudly. It was so unrelentingly boring that she wished he’d just get on with it. It seemed like forever before he finally called her from the corner and then for a second, she didn’t move because as much as she’d wanted something to happen, she suddenly realized that things were about to get real.

Her ass clenched involuntarily, and she was biting her bottom lip as she turned around ever-so-slowly to face him. He was leaning his hip against the saddle rack with his arms crossed over his chest, watching her. She realized that if she’d snuck even the tiniest peek, he would have caught her immediately, and she congratulated herself for not falling for that trap.

“You have anything you want to say before we get started?”

It had a very ‘Do you have any last words before your execution?’ vibe to it and she gulped. Brain scrambling desperately for something, anything, she could say that would mitigate his anger she tried shifting the blame to him. “You snapped at me in front of people. I was embarrassed and I lost my temper so…”

She got both his eyebrows up this time as he stared at her. “Lemme get this straight. You thought you’d risk your life by breaking my rules and getting near that fucking devil horse, just because I was in a bad mood and snapped at you?” The incredulous note in his tone made her wince.

When he put it like that it was a little harder to justify. She nodded slowly and then quickly corrected herself. “Y-yes Daddy.” His stony face showed no sign of accepting this as an adequate reason. “I was upset,” she added.

“You. Were. Upset,” he repeated. Each word seemed to be its own separate sentence from the emphasis he put on them. “Did it occur to you thatI’dbe upset when I woke up to find you gone—again? That maybe waking up every morning and wondering if you’ve changed your mind about usagainis driving me up the fucking wall?”

She dropped her eyes and focused on her bare feet that looked so out of place on the worn wooden floor of the barn. “I’m sorry,” she said in a very low, soft voice.

“Not as sorry as you’re gonna be, little girl, but just to make this clear I’m not punishing you for making me crazy. We’re going to sort out our relationship issues later. I’m punishing you for risking your neck because you were having a tantrum over me yelling at you. Oh, and I’m throwing in extra for setting a bad example in front of our men.”

Her head snapped up, dark eyes widening as they met his steel blue. “What?”

He shook his head. “They see you doing whatever the fuck you want and they’re going to wonder why they have to listen to me. I have a ranch to run, Charlie, and last thing I need is a power struggle between us. The men need to know that when I make rules they will be followed. By everyone, including you!” His tone got tighter and more intense on every word until by the end it felt like he was shouting, even though he hadn’t gotten any louder.

She felt terrible now. She hadn’t even considered that aspect of things. She’d only been thinking about howshefelt, and how she wanted to piss Sam off. Part of it, of course, had been that undercurrent of needing/wanting him to punish her and part had just been embarrassed sulking that he’d dismissed her in front of people.

“I really am sorry, Sam—I mean, Daddy. I guess I was mad, and I wanted you to know it.”

He looked at her for a long moment, and her insides seemed to sink to the floor. “Well, now I’m mad andyou’regonna know it. At least your ass is. Come on over here and get on the stand.” He straightened and moved to the side, gesturing at it.

She approached with slow deliberateness, determined not to fight him, but unwilling to rush to her demise. She finally reached it, but when she went to bend over the side, he stopped her with a hand on her arm.

“Not like that. Go around to the end.”

This time her delay was pure confusion. She honestly didn’t understand what he wanted. “I don’t…”

“Like this,” he said, tugging her until she was standing at the narrow side of the rack. “We’re not going to bend you over it; we’re going to put you on it,” he explained. And then he helped her clamber up and lay across it lengthwise so her entire body was pressed to the cool wood.

It meant that her legs were spread wide over the barrel and one arm and leg hung on each side. Her feet didn’t touch the floor. Instead all four limbs dangled in mid-air, while her head hung over the end.

Of course, her dripping pussy was on full display and so was the little rosebud of her asshole. She wouldn’t be able to hide how excited she was from him this way, not a chance. The thing was, her arousal had started to die off with the realization that she’d really messed up and he was furious, but being spread and opened like that revved everything back up.

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