Page 5 of Keeping His Brat

He snorted, “Well, not as bad as it would have been. If I spanked you as hard as I felt like when I first dragged your ass back here, you wouldn’t be able to sit a horse for a week.” He paused as an evil idea popped into his head.

At some point he was really going to have to save her punishment for the morning on a day she was working. Then he’d assign her to ride the fence line or something that would have her in the saddle all day. The sadistic part of him enjoyed the thought of her shifting and squirming in the saddle on an aching seat.

It would certainly get the point across. He’d save it for when she really deserved a going over. Today was—well, today had mostly been small mistakes leading to a big issue. The punishment would be hefty, but it didn’t warrant that level of mean. Not this time.

Chapter 2

Charlie wasn’t entirely sure how she’d ended up in so much trouble. The decision to swing by and take a look at the damaged fence seemed harmless. It shouldn’t have taken her but a few minutes and then she’d have gone back to the barn and Sam wouldn’t even have realized she’d made a detour.

It had just all seemed to happen like dominoes falling, and now she was over Sam’s lap about to get a not-fun kind of spanking. On one hand she was frustrated because she was glad she’d stumbled over the cow. It probably wouldn’t have survived the storm if she hadn’t.

There were always losses over the winter. That was just part of ranching life and she’d gotten used to that as a child. But every head was valuable, and aside from that she would never leave a struggling animal to die. She just couldn’t.

But on the other hand, she couldn’t really argue too much about being in trouble. She’d had multiple warnings to keep her phone on her. When she’d been kneeling next to the crying animal, trying desperately to keep the barbed wire from tightening around her neck as she struggled, Charlie had wished for that phone desperately. It wasn’t a deliberate disobedience, she just kept forgetting it.

She wasn’t, and never had been, a phone person. It was a tool and nothing more. But it sure would have been handy when she was freezing in the chilling rain and in need of another pair of hands. Sending the horse back was the only thing she could think of, and at the time she hadn’t been thinking people might be worried.

She was in a lot of trouble for what seemed like a couple of tiny mistakes, but she had to admit they’d avalanched into some big problems. A good beef cow weighed well over a thousand pounds. She hadn’t really considered her safety at the time; she’d been too worried about the animal, but in hindsight she could understand Sam’s anger.

She was disappointed in herself and miserable that it had all come crashing down around her. If only she’d remembered her phone, she could have escaped all the other trouble. If she’d been able to call and tell him where she was and why he might even have been able to get to her before the skies opened up and dumped a lake’s worth of rain on her.

It helped that he’d said he was proud of her though. Those four little words meant more than anything coming from him. It settled her down some, calmed the riled emotions, and centered her. She’d messed up and made mistakes, but he was still proud of her. The punishment would wipe the slate clean but knowing how he felt … that would stick around.

Charlie tried to hold onto that thought when the spanking started. He patted her ass gently and then her pajama bottoms were abruptly whisked down to her knees. She hadn’t bothered to put on panties since she rarely wore them under her pajamas; she regretted that now. Not that she thought he’d let her keep them up, but it would have been one more second’s delay before the punishment began.

When it was a fun spanking Sam would spend a lot of time on the warmup. He’d often start by spanking her over her clothes, if she was wearing any. That progression would cushion the sting but let the heat sink through, which usually left her soaked with excitement by the time she was bare.

Whatever was covering her butt, usually jeans, would get a good long work over and then those would be gone, and his hand would crack down over her underwear for a while. When got down to bare skin she’d be warm, rosy, and ready for the stingier swats that would come. Charlie loved that slow gradual building. And when the spanks would start to fall hard and heavy on her bare ass, she was ready to accept the pain because by then she was fully aroused. The sexual excitement made it easier to take burning.

But that was fun, and this was punishment. The difference was immediately apparent. There was no slow start here. As soon as he bared her backside his hand slapped down hard on her left cheek. With barely a second to process the sting he’d landed another swat on the other cheek.

It continued like that. His work-calloused hand was rough and seemed unyielding. A wooden paddle wouldn’t have been much worse, and she could feel his upset with her in every hard smack. Her hands went to her mouth, muffling the sounds of pain she was making instinctively, but she forced them down determined to let him hear everything. Hiding her responses just meant things would go on longer.

As if to prove that point, he suddenly landed a burning swat across the top of one thigh and she jumped, yelping. “Daddy, please!”

“Please what, Charlie?” he asked, without pausing. He did move back to her rounded cheeks, spanking them with enthusiastic swats that were just a little easier to take than the ones to her thighs.

“I won’t forget my phone anymore,” she blurted.

“Damn right you won’t because from now on you’ll be getting spanked every single time I catch you without it. It’s now officially asafety issue.” The sternness in his voice made it clear that she’d used up all her warnings for the foreseeable future.

She winced. Safety issues tended to come with harsh consequences. She could only hope for a quick learning curve on that one, because she tended to forget it half the time even though she’d been trying harder lately.

It was unlikely that her promise would stop the punishment or do anything to mitigate it, and she knew that. But there’d been a tiny hope that maybe, just maybe … but no, the spanking didn’t even slow, and it didn’t seem like it would any time soon. The problem was that Sam knew her limits almost as well as she did.

Although they’d been back together for less than a year, they’d been childhood sweethearts and each other’s firsts, both in sex and in kink. Charlie was built to take a good spanking and Sam knew it. In some ways that made it harder during punishment because sheknewthat he wasn’t going to go easy on her.

And even though she could take plenty more that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. She kicked and yelped dramatically as his hand flew. He peppered her rump with swats, bringing the heat and sting to a furious blaze until she could feel tears prickling at the back of her eyes.

After so many chances she couldn’t even say she didn’t deserve it. But at the time it had just seemed like a series of small mistakes. Until Sam had laid it all out for her, she still hadn’t entirely understood how much trouble she was in. But she’d learned to shudder when Daddy mentioned safety issues.

With Sam she could get away with a fair amount of sass and backtalk before he got mad. He was calm and even-tempered, more so than she was most of the time. If she had solid reasons for breaking a rule he’d usually at least listen. But when the wordssafety issuepopped up, she knew she was in for it.

The one thing Sam wouldn’t stand for was her putting herself in danger. When she’d left the phone, when she’d gone to check the fence, and finally when she’d rushed to help the struggling cow, she’d never considered any of those things dangerous. She’d never stopped to think.

If she’d had it to do over again, she probably would have done everything the same, except she would have made sure she had her phone on her. That one small change could have helped her escape the rather long and hard spanking she was now receiving.

Knowing that made it all worse. Because of one mistake everything else had gone wrong. And he’d been right that if she’d had a way to call the barn the cow could have been saved before the storm started. So much of this could have been avoided.

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