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

she protested as he gently took her hand and led her over to the straight-

backed chair that was still sitting in the center of the bedroom.

“Is fine,” he told her as he sat down, and then smilingly added, “Besides, a little exercise will be good for it.”

Though Kayla smiled at their light banter, her pulse fluttered as Cord gently guided her over his lap. She had taken the pins out of her hair when they had come in, and it fell over her shoulder in thick waves to skim the floor as she placed her hands down to balance herself. She had also taken off her dress when they’d come in, and so wore only her undergarments. She caught her

breath as Cord slowly lifted her petticoat to reveal her pantaloons, which he wasted no time in pulling down. With her bottom bared to his gaze, she began to get even more aroused, and she waited breathlessly for him to begin.

He didn’t begin right away, however, but gently caressed her bare cheeks

with his hand, and she moaned softly.

“So, tell me, Kayla,” he said as he continued to rub her bottom. “What exactly are you being spanked for?”

She didn’t answer right away. Though he had certainly admonished her

before when he had spanked her, this particular type of scolding was new to their relationship, and she realized that she liked it.

“Well, Kayla?” Cord prompted, giving her bottom a sharp smack with his

hand.

The spank stung, and she gave a little yelp. “For lying to you,” she said in a small voice.

“Most especially that,” he agreed. “And what else?”

She thought a moment. “For playing cards at the saloon?” That shouldn’t

really count, she decided, especially since she had gotten his ranch back for him. She didn’t mention that to him, though, not when it was way more fun to be spanked for her misdeeds instead.

“Mm-hmm. What else?”

He had started to caress her bottom again, and the feel of his hand on her bare skin was making it difficult to concentrate. “I...I don’t know,” she

stammered.

“What about your plan to steal from me?” he reminded her.

She craned her neck to look over her shoulder at him in surprise. “But I didn’t really go through with it,” she protested.

“But you did consider it, and so you should still be spanked for it,” he told her matter-of-factly. “What else?”

Her brow furrowed as she gazed down at the floor. “I can’t think of anything else.”

“No?” he said. “Well, I can think of one or two. Like coming outside last night when I specifically told you not to.”

“I was only trying to help,” she said rebelliously.

“Instead, you got yourself kidnapped,” he said. “Which brings me to your next transgression. Riding down that gorge after I told you how dangerous it was.”

The memory of her headlong flight down the steep canyon was almost

enough to make her shudder, but that didn’t stop her from defending herself.

“But I thought that if I didn’t, then Dalton and his men would catch up to me.”

He said nothing for a moment, as if considering her point, but then she felt his shoulder lift in a shrug. “Possibly,” he agreed. “But that still doesn’t excuse the fact that you put yourself in that position because you refused to listen to what I told you to do.”

Kayla made a face, but said nothing.

“So, let’s see,” Cord continued. “All in all, I think you’ve earned yourself a good hard spanking. Several of them, actually. Don’t you?”

She squirmed in his lap at the image his words brought to mind. “I suppose you’re right, but not too hard,” she pleaded.

Above her, Cord’s mouth quirked. “No harder than you deserve,” he assured

her. “And certainly no harder than you enjoy.”

His words almost made her moan. How could she get so aroused from a few

simple words? she wondered. But before she could contemplate that thought

further, Cord began spanking her.

The spanks were light at first, love pats designed to warm up her bottom for the real spanking that was to come, she was sure. Cord’s hand smacked her

right cheek for awhile, and then went to her left, before alternating left, right, left, right until her bottom felt warm and tingly all over. Kayla “ooohed!” and

“ohhhed!” with each slap, wiggling against him, which only seemed to arouse him, judging from the hardenss she felt pressing against her.

Deciding that he had warmed Kayla up enough, Cord reached for the

hairbrush, but then thought better of it, at least for the moment. Instead, he rested his hand lightly on her rosy bottom. Her skin was warm and soft, and he almost groaned as he caressed her smooth cheeks. Perhaps stopping to

rub her bottom hadn’t been a prudent idea, he thought, but even as he

questioned his actions, his hand moved lower to delve into the silken folds of her pussy. She was already incredibly wet and ready for him, and it took

everything in him not to forget al about her spanking, and pick her up and carry her over to the bed instead. The only thing that stopped him was

knowing how much wetter and hotter she would be if he spanked her even

more.

From her position draped over his lap, Kayla moaned with pleasure as he

slowly slid his finger inside her wetness. As much as she enjoyed being

spanked, she found herself hoping that Cord would decide she had been

punished enough and make love to her instead. But then she felt the sharp

sting of the hairbrush on her bottom, and she knew that the spanking would only make their lovemaking that much more incredible.

The brush came down on her other cheek, and she let out a squeal of protest as she squirmed on his lap. “Owwww! Cord, not so hard!” she protested.

She could almost imagine his mouth quirking as he answered. “It’s supposed to sting, sweetheart. You’re being punished, after all. Remember?”