Page 65 of M!lked For His Pleasure

“Yes. Did you mean it when you said you wanted to breed me?”

“Absolutely. I intend to make sure your sweet little cunt is full of my seed at all times.”

God, that shouldn’t be so hot. “Does that mean you want to have a family with me?”

“Yes, little darlin’. I want as many babies as your sweet body can give me. But there’s time for that. You need to finish the program and we need to figure out what you want to do with your life, outside of me and the ranch.”

“Oh.” Frowning, she plucked at a stray thread on his shirt. “But what if I don’t know what I want to do? I’m not very good at anything.”

Strong hands cupped her ass, squeezing and reigniting the pain from her strapping as his pale gaze bore into her. “You underestimate yourself, Dorothy. As much as I would enjoy keeping you here, as my little cow day after day, I want more for you than that. Even if you don’t find a career that calls to you, I want you to have hobbies and interests outside of the ranch. You deserve a life that brings you joy.”

“Being your cow makes me happy.” It surprised her how true, howrightit felt to say that.

“And you have no idea how much I love hearing that, little darlin. But right now it’s still new and shiny and exciting. Eventually you’ll want more, and I intend to see you have it.” Grinning now, he slid one hand up to cup her breasts, squeezing the nipple hard enough to have her arching up with a gasp. “After all, happy cows make the sweetest milk. And your milk will be the sweetest of all, if I have my way.”

How could she argue with that? “Okay, Daddy.”

“Good girl. I need to get back to work, and you need to get back to the herd. And don’t forget what I said about listening to my staff. Any more incidents like this morning and you will learn I have more than one way of punishing a naughty little cow.”

“I’m sorry I was naughty. I’ll apologize to Barbie when I see her again.”

Confusion knitted his brows together for a moment before he let out a long, loud laugh. “Her name is Helen, and you would do well not to let her hear you call her ‘Barbie’. I won’t saveyou from whatever punishment she devises for you if you get caught.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Let’s get you back to the herd.”

He stood and righted his clothes. But when she asked him for a washcloth to clean her thighs, he simply grinned down at her. “What did I tell you, little cow? A red bottom, and my cum on your thighs. Every day, for the rest of our lives.”

So she crawled back to the barn on all fours, with his seed still dripping from her well-fucked pussy. And despite what he’d said about her needing other things to make her happy, she couldn’t imagine ever being happier than she was in that very moment.

Epilogue

One Year Later

Bit clamped between her teeth, her neck and wrists immobilized by the stocks, Dottie let out another squeal of pain as her Daddy’s strap connected with the sensitive under curve of her bottom.

She’d been Very Naughty today, as evidenced by the fact that she’d already been spanked by Miss Pearlandtwo of the ranch hands. Once her Daddy had caught wind of how naughty she’d been, he’d marched her down to the stocks so everyone could witness her punishment.

It wasn’t the first time she’d been punished so publicly, and it wouldn’t be the last. Dottie had realized after her first time in the stocks that she actually sort of loved the humiliation of being punished in front of the entire ranch. In a way, it was like being claimed by her Daddy over and over again with everyone watching.

She spent most of her time on the ranch these days, though she had started taking a couple courses up at the community college at her Daddy’s insistence. And she had plenty of friendsfrom the program she’d kept in contact with who dragged her away from the ranch for regular girls’ nights.

But as much as she enjoyed trying new things, like the night her friends had talked her into one of those places where you drank a bunch of wine and then tried to copy a painting, the ranch was where she belonged. Leaving only made her crave her Daddy’s fierce dominance that much more, and whenever she returned from one of her visits to the outside world, inevitably she would find herself pushing harder and harder until he was forced to punish her just like this with the whole ranch watching.

Her Daddy had noticed the pattern before she had. After one particularly brutal punishment, he’d spent the entire night worshiping her body, praising her and telling her over and over that no matter how naughty she was, he was never letting her go. His words had healed a part of her she hadn’t even realized was broken until that very moment, but she still found herself pushing for those public claimings on a regular basis. Luckily for her, Daddy didn’t seem to mind giving her the reassurance she needed in the form of a welted ass and a well-fucked pussy as often as she needed it.

After one final, extra hard stroke of the strap across her upturned ass, she felt his fingers digging into her hips. Felt the head of his cock spreading her pussy lips as he pushed inside her.

“My naughty little cow,” he lectured, driving home with a force that brought tears to her eyes. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson, Dottie darlin’.”

They both knew she hadn’t. And neither of them cared.

As he pounded into her, the scratchy denim of the jeans he still wore rubbing against the welts his strap had left behind, he leaned forward, his hands sliding up her stomach to her breasts. A pang of sadness pierced her as he squeezed her nipples. Nipples which had never managed to produce even a dropof milk no matter how many supplements or pumps or other methods they tried.

Today, however, her breasts felt heavier than usual. And they ached more than ever as he squeezed, hard enough to make her sob around her bit.

But today there was a new sensation. A painful littlepop, and then the feeling of something leaking out of her. Almost immediately, she felt the relief of her heavy breasts being emptied, and it took her a moment to place what was happening.

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