Kayla & the Rancher, Paige Tyler [story read aloud TXT] 📗

pulse quicken. Just how furious was Cord?

“Care to explain yourself, Abigail?”

Cord’s voice was soft, but there was a hard edge to it, and Kayla wet her lips nervously as she got to her feet and turned to face him. His arms were folded across his broad chest and he was glowering at her. “I...I don’t know what you mean,” she said, smoothing her hair back from her face and looking up at him innocently.

He clenched his jaw. “I told you that I didn’t want you playing cards.”

She smoothed her skirts with suddenly trembling hands. Could she really go through with this? she wondered. “Actually, what you said was that you didn’t want me going to the saloon to play cards,” she pointed out. “If you look

around, you’ll notice that this is not the saloon. You real y should be more specific next time, you know.” She realized that she was pushing it a little bit, but she wanted to make sure that this whole thing would result in a spanking.

He scowled. “Are you trying to provoke me?”

She blushed and looked away, but not before he saw the slight curve of her lips.

“Is that what you’re doing, Abigail?” he demanded angrily. “Trying to see how far you can push me?”

Before she could answer, Cord took hold of her arm and dragged her over to where several bales of hay had been neatly stacked in the center of the barn.

Her heart beating wildly with excitement now, Kayla tried to dig in her heels, but it did no good.

“What...what are you doing?” she asked, her voice suddenly trembling. She

knew what he was going to do, but she didn’t think he’d do it here! She

thought they would go back to the house. Anyone could come in the barn and see her getting spanked!

He spun around to glare at her, his golden eyes glinting in the afternoon light coming in from the barn’s high windows. “Maybe you don’t think I’m serious, Abigail, but I intend to show you that I mean what I say.”

Kayla expected Cord to sit down and put her over his knee, like he’d done

before. But instead, he surprised her by bending her over one of the hay

bales. It was exactly the perfect height for her to lean over comfortably, she noticed. Her heart hammering in her chest, she looked over her shoulder at Cord to see him grab a leather strap from a nearby hook. Though it looked

soft and supple, it was also about two and a half inches wide. He doubled it, making a loop and slapping it against his palm. It made a sharp slapping

sound, and her eyes widened at the sight of it. Surely, he wasn’t going to spank her with that!

She started to push herself upright, but a firm hand on her back bent her over the hay bale again.

“I told you that I didn’t want you playing cards, didn’t I Abigail?” he asked, slapping the strap against his open palm a second time.

Looking over her shoulder at him, she stared at the leather strap as if

transfixed by it. “Cord...” she began.

“Didn’t I?” he demanded, his voice harsh.

She hesitated for a moment before answering, and when she did, her voice

was soft. “Yes.”

He slapped the leather against his palm again. “Lift your skirt, Abigail,” he ordered, and when she hesitated, he added, “Now.”

Reaching back, she slowly pulled up her skirt until it was bunched around her waist.

“The petticoat, too,” he told her.

Again, Kayla hesitated, and was rewarded with the feel of leather slapping against her right cheek. The thin material of the petticoat offered little protection and she gasped at the sting left by the strap.

“The petticoat, Abigail,” Cord said again.

Kayla’s heart was pounding so loudly now that she was sure Cord could hear it. She couldn’t have imagined this scene better if she’d made it up herself, she thought. She’d deliberately not worn pantaloons beneath her petticoat for just this moment, but now that the moment had come, she didn’t know if she could actual y be bold enough to go through with it. Then there was that

nasty-looking leather strap...she couldn’t imagine that being used on her bare skin.

And yet, isn’t this what she wanted?

Grasping the material in her hands, she slowly lifted her petticoat to reveal delicate ankles, gently curved calves, slender thighs, and then finally her bare and very vulnerable bottom. Her face flaming, she held her breath and waited for the first lash.

Behind her, Cord stared in amazement. He hadn’t expected Abigail to be

naked beneath her skirts, and bent over the hay bale like she was, he was not only treated to the full length of her shapely legs and perfectly heart-shaped ass, but al of her womanly charms as well, and it was all he could do not to unbutton his pants and plunge himself deep inside her. He didn’t think he’d ever seen a woman more beautiful.

Or known one that was more infuriating, he thought. His wayward fiancé

seemed to think that she could get away with anything with just her pretty smile. She needed to be taught a lesson. She needed to know that he meant

what he said. If he didn’t teach her that lesson, now, then there would

certainly be more problems later on. His hand tightening on the folded piece of leather, he lifted it and slapped it sharply against one creamy white cheek.

He certainly didn’t spank as hard as he could, but she let out a gasp anyway.

The strap left a soft pink stain of color, which was quickly followed by another on the opposite cheek when he brought the strap down on that one as well.

Gripping the edge of the hay bale, Kayla let out a soft cry of surprise, and danced lightly from foot to foot. Cord wasn’t hitting her all that hard, but the