Ranch Daddy

by Shanna Handel

  Her eyes misted over once again. “I’m so happy this day finally came, Josie. I was always secretly rooting for you and Colton to get together.”

  “Wait—I just realized something,” I said.

  “What? Did I forget something?” she panicked.

  “No—it’s just that not only are we sisters, now we are sisters-in-law too. Married to brothers. Isn’t that a little creepy?” I asked.

  “Not creepy. Just Little Peak. Small town. What can you do?” she shrugged.

  “I’m just glad there isn’t an eligible Jenkins bachelor for Mom. That’d be too much.”

  “I think she’s pretty happy with the beau she has. Which reminds me, she wanted me to give you these.” She reached into her deep skirt pocket, fishing out a small box that she placed in my hand.

  I snapped open the little lid. Within lay a tiny pair of sapphire studs. “Something blue?”

  She said, “They are hers, and she wants them back. So technically they are something old, borrowed, and blue.”

  I gave her the box to hold, taking the earrings out one by one and fastening them to my lobes. “How do they look?” I asked.

  “Beautiful. Ready to change?” She looked as if she couldn’t wait another moment to get this show going.

  “Ready as I’ll ever be,” I said, nervous tickles dancing in my stomach.

  She grabbed my hand in hers. “Let’s go.”

  We went through the door behind the altar to the room marked ‘Bridal Suite.’

  After hair and makeup and fits of laughter with the girls, they all left my sister and me alone to put on the dress and veil.

  The gown flowed like water down my body. I’d never felt anything so decadent as that silk fabric against my bare skin. I twirled in front of the mirror, my veil spinning and falling around my shoulders. “I can’t believe it’s a perfect fit,” I said, smoothing the fabric down over my thighs. “How’d you pull it off?”

  “I had it sized off of that cute little black dress you wore the day you came home. It fit you so perfectly, I thought I’d spare you the headache and just tailor the gown after that one. You know my alterations guy is the best in the state. I send all my brides his way.”

  “I know. He had a spread in a magazine recently, thanks to your attention,” I reminded her.

  “Did he?” she shrugged, eyeing my gown for any possible imperfection. Her fingertips went to my veil, adjusting it just so. She gave me a nod. “Perfect.”

  “Nothing’s perfect, Louanne,” I said, feeling shy over the attention.

  “I don’t know, sis. The way this all played out, it seems like fate. And I’ve seen a lot of brides in my day and you are by far the most beautiful,” she said.

  I took one more long look in the mirror. My hair was now tangled up in an elaborate knot of braids. My face was flawless thanks to Georgia’s light hand with a foundation brush. And the dress. I was picture perfect. And I was ready to see my groom. Taking a deep breath to steel my nerves, I looked at my sister. “Let’s go.” We went outside, walked on the stone path that led us to the doors of the barn.

  The music cued as I locked arms with my mother. Louanne, my matron of honor blew me a kiss and walked down the aisle with Hayes. Then Brody and Georgia, and Bridgette and Travis made their way into the barn. My mother held my arm, keeping me in the exact spot Louanne had commanded her to so that I would not be getting an early peek at my groom.

  Finally, it was my turn. The barn doors opened and my mom gave me a reassuring squeeze. I tightened my grip on my bouquet of roses and baby’s breath. Gliding like I had taught so many brides before me, my satin slippers kissed the aisle runner. Willing myself not to cry—or run—I looked up at my groom. He stood tall and proud and too handsome for his own good. A sure grin was spread over his face, his hand clasped together in front of his black tux jacket. Were those tears shining in his green eyes?

  I knew there were tears in mine. We reached the end of the aisle, my mother gave me away, taking my bouquet and joining my hands with his. Leaning down, he whispered into my ear, “You look stunning, baby girl. Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

  His sweet words warmed me from within. “You don’t look too bad yourself,” I said. Even on the altar I couldn’t help but want to lighten the mood. Thank God for waterproof makeup—I was going to need it today.

  The ceremony was a blur. My eyes remained locked on his, my thumbs stroking his hands that were entwined with mine. I repeated my vows, a single tear escaping my eyes and rolling down my cheek as he slipped on the band that signified our union.

  We were husband and wife.

  The kiss was one of excitement, love, and release. The hard part was over. It was time to party. To my surprise, my new husband scooped me up in his arms and carried me down the aisle while Brody sang our favorite country song—the one we danced to all night long.

  Laughing, I caught my bouquet as Louanne tossed it to me. I held on for dear life as my husband ran me down the aisle and out the door of the barn. Out in the sunshine he held me tightly in his arms, kissing me until I was breathless.

  There was the obligatory round of pictures; the photographer loved the landscape and old buildings and took his time making use of every single one. I think someone was hoping to have their photos in the next magazine spread. After all, Louanne’s internet following would have to forgive her when the queen of Ranch Romance finally threw the be-all, end-all wedding for her little sister.

  When my cheeks hurt from smiling and I didn’t think I could form one more pose, Louanne grabbed my arm. Her eyes were lit up like a little kid at Christmas. She said, “It’s time!” Looping arms with Colton, she escorted us to the Mess Hall.

  The sun was beginning to set, much to the photographer’s chagrin—he would have to find another member of the wedding party to pose in front of the pink and purple hues—as we stepped into the hall.

  I couldn’t believe my eyes. The place had been transformed. Sure, we had thrown some gorgeous weddings in this place, but excuse the pun, this one took the wedding cake. It was like nothing I had ever seen before. My eyes opened wide, my head turning, my mind trying to take in every last detail.

  My sister whispered in my ear, “Can you guess the theme name?”

  I could barely speak, I was so choked with emotion. Louanne knew a secret about me from when I was a teeny tiny little girl. Whenever it was my birthday, or I saw a shooting star or an eyelash fell onto my cheek and I made a wish, it was always for the very same thing.

  To spend one day as Alice from my favorite childhood tale. I managed to whisper, “Alice in Wonderland.”

  Alice was a lonely little blonde chick, left alone for hours with nothing but her kitten and her overactive imagination. She dreamed in Technicolor, playing with her bizarre imaginary friends and getting herself into all kinds of scrapes. I had always felt like she was my kindred spirit.

  No one knew my silly wish, save my sister. But any guest could walk into this room and be carried away to another world, Wonderland, even if they didn’t share my obsession.

  The white linen-covered tables were each decorated with eccentric, brightly colored crock ware and teapots. Oversized mugs and plates every color of the rainbow adorned the place settings. In the center of each table were all my favorite foods, made perfectly sized to serve at a tea social.

  The meal was displayed on three-tiered serving towers, and each one overflowed with copious servings. Memaw had cubed and breaded chicken, placing each tasty morsel on its own colorful toothpick. For the main course, my favorite sandwiches, brisket, and slaw had been served on tiny square snowflake rolls. Little ramekins of Memaw’s potato salad and Alice’s pasta salads dotted the spread. My go-to meal when Louanne and I would stay up late at night chatting, cheese and crackers were elegantly displayed.

  Then there were the dessert tiers. Flower dotted petit fours—I had no doubt they were my favorite flavor, lemon—powdered sugar-dusted cookies, pastel macarons. All the tables w
ere set up surrounding the cake table.

  And the cake. A three-tiered white frosted cake, the bottom of each layer wrapped in a burgundy ribbon. Sitting slightly askew on the top was a tiny white velvet Mad Hatter’s hat, complete with its own matching ribbon.

  Streamers and lights and glittered ropes hung down from the center of the ceiling, tied to every corner of the room.

  It was too much.

  Colton had made all my dreams come true. And now, Louanne had made my childhood wish come true. I hugged her tightly, the tears flowing freely. “You did this all... for me?”

  “Of course, silly. Who else deserves to be Alice for a day more than you?” She dabbed at my eyes, unwilling to allow me to have raccoon eyes on my big day.

  “I love you, Louie,” I said.

  “Love you, too, little sis. But I think there’s someone who loves you just as much and is waiting patiently for his first dance.”

  I looked over my shoulder to see Colton, his arm outstretched, reaching out to me.

  I joined him, the same electric pulses dancing across my palm as they had the first time he held my hand.

  “May I have this dance?” he asked.

  “Why, certainly,” I replied, grinning like the Cheshire cat that Louanne had painted over a black and white checked dance floor.

  He held me in his arms and twirled me across the room, our first dance as man and wife.

  * * *

  They don’t tell you the most important thing about your honeymoon—don’t even bother packing clothes. Why had I filled four perfectly good suitcases, paid extra to fly them across the country, then had my husband lug them all the way up to the penthouse suite when I didn’t end up wearing a stitch of clothing?

  Well, that’s not the whole truth. There was one outfit that Colton packed especially for me. Just thinking about it makes me blush.

  It was an Alice in Wonderland adult-themed costume. White thigh highs, full cut white panties that peeked out underneath the deliciously short, cleavage-showing, little blue and white checked dress. He even threw in the black strapped shoes and hairband.

  I felt silly putting the outfit on, but one look in the mirror and my nipples were tightening underneath the top. I looked so innocent, corruptible, and yet, very womanly and sexy. I turned around, bending over, getting a glance of the curve of my panty-covered ass peeking out, smooth bare thigh showing over the tops of the tights.

  Damn. Alice never looked so good. Feeling about ten percent shy and ninety percent randy, I went with it. I flounced back into the room, pouting and saying, “How do I look, Daddy?”

  Colton gave a long, low whistle of approval. “Daddy likes. Come here, baby.” He reached his arms out for me.

  I smoothed down the little white apron that hung down the front of the dress. “No, Daddy. I don’t want to mess up my pretty dress.”

  His brow shot sky high. “Did you just tell Daddy ‘no,’ little Alice?”

  Was this really happening? Butterflies took off in my tummy as I felt my little white panties dampening. In response to his question, I shot him another pout and skipped off to the other side of the room.

  “Someone’s being naughty tonight. Does Daddy need to take you over his knee and spank your sassy little bottom?”

  My core tightened as he eyed me sternly. Pouting, I said, “I think you’re the naughty one. You’re the one lying in bed wearing no clothes.” I did a little twirl, showing off the shortness of my skirts. Turning my back to him, I took off my hairband, dropping it on the floor. Eyeing him coyly over my shoulder, I said, “Oops.” Slowly I bent down to pick up the hairband, my skirt riding up over my bottom as I did.

  From behind me, I heard a deep growl. Then big hands were wrapped around my waist, pulling me onto the bed and over his naked lap. I felt his hardening cock growing beneath my belly and I took the opportunity to wiggle in protest, grinding against his crotch. “No, Daddy! Don’t spank me!” I cried as I squirmed back and forth.

  He flipped my skirt up and over my bottom. The cool air rushed over the tops of the backs of my bare thighs above the stockings, causing chill bumps to rise there. His hand smoothed over my cotton panties, my pussy gushing at his touch. “I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. You are a naughty little thing.” His hand came down in a playful spank, the sensation making me that much wetter. “Naughty, naughty, naughty girl,” he said as his hand came down with each word in a soft smack. “Daddy’s going to spank this little bottom till it’s all red.”

  I moved my hips, grinding my aching clit against his hard thigh, my belly still pressed into his cock. “No, Daddy, don’t. I’ll be good. I’ll be so good.”

  “I know you will. After you’ve had your bottom properly punished. Inside and out.” His finger pressed into the cleft of my ass, pushing on my little hole through my panties. I froze, my hips no longer wiggling. He chuckled at my shock. “That’s right, little girl. Daddy’s going to take you here, tonight.”

  He had used his finger, the plug, but never his cock. Curiosity and desire welled up in me. My nipples tightened against my costume as the spanking commenced. He kept up a rhythm of light, slapping spanks over my panties. My skin glowed with a warm, delightful tingling that had me incredibly turned on.

  His hands went to the waistband of my panties. I didn’t know why, but for me, the most erotic moment was when he bared my ass to his view and pleasure. He wriggled the panties down over my bottom, leaving them just below the curve of my ass at the tops of my thighs. “My, that’s a beautiful sight,” he said as his hand brushed over my warm skin. “Rosy red cheeks and white panties.” His hand came down hard, the surprising sting making me cry out. He began spanking in earnest, one side then the other.

  “Hey,” I called out. “I thought we were playing. Why am I getting a real spanking?”

  The spanking stopped. His finger found its way between my thighs. He dipped his single digit into my dripping pussy. “Why do you think? It makes your pussy so wet.”

  I moaned, wiggling in discomfort, willing his finger to return to my sweet spot. Lying over his naked lap, my freshly spanked ass bared to him, I almost came just feeling his finger sliding inside of me.

  I wanted more.

  My wish became reality as he plunged two fingers within me, working me as I laid over him. His fingers would slip out and caress my begging clit, then dip back within me for another pump. He kept up this pattern, speeding up his rhythm. My hips rocked as my breath quickened. I was soon a moaning, humping mess, unabashedly fucking his fingers. The way he controlled my body—the way I lost all control with him—was mind-blowing. Though no one would accuse me of being a shy girl, I still would have balked a few months ago if someone would have told me that I would be lying over a lap with a cherry red ass riding the hand of a man I called ‘Daddy.’

  Heat burned over my face, coursing through my veins as I clutched the bedcovers, my hands damp with sweat. My hips wiggled, digging further into his lap as he pleasured me. He murmured of my beauty, my wild desires, how he loved to look at the naughty bottom he had just spanked.

  The orgasm built within me, his whispered words only serving to turn me on to another level. I whined and whimpered, pressing my sweaty face against the bed as my hips rose, my body quivering, my knees shaking as I came.

  I lay there limp and spent, but he had just begun. His wet fingers wandered up to my bottom. My head still resting on the bed, I moaned as his finger pushed past the tight entrance of my ass. It stretched and pulled as the second finger joined the first. A wave of shame washed over me, but the burning turned to pleasure, and it felt so good as his finger pumped within me. Soon, my hips began to buck, moving against his plunging.

  “You’re ready for my cock in your sweet little ass, aren’t you?” he whispered.

  The control, the taboo-ness of it all, the deeply erotic pleasure, his dirty, dirty words—it all had me ready for him to do what he would with my body. Anything. Panting, I cried out, “Yes!”

>   “Ask me for it.”

  My pussy clenched at his demanding words, slick juices slipping from my folds. His fingers moved deeper within me as I whispered words begging him to fuck my ass.

  Removing his fingers from me left me empty and wanting. Lifting my hips with his hands, he scooted me from his lap, laying me on the bed and sliding out from beneath me. Eyeing me, he grabbed me again, arranging my body until I was bent over the edge of the bed just so. The material of my dress was pushed up and around my waist, my ass hanging out bare and spanked and most likely a rosy pink. He gave a satisfied nod at his handiwork, then grabbed a tube. I watched as he popped the cap of the lube open and slathered it onto his hard cock.

  That thing looked huge. Much bigger than two fingers. I took a deep breath, my earlier confidence ebbing as he moved closer to me.

  “Ready, baby girl?” he asked, his fingertips digging into the flesh of my hips. His legs pressed against mine as he lifted my ass. The bulge of his cock pushed between my ass cheeks, hot and slick. Despite my nerves, my pussy dripped, my legs spreading further to welcome him in.

  “Yes.”

  Gently and slowly, he pressed the head of his cock against my unwilling rim. The muscles tightened, earning me a light smack on my ass. “Relax. Let it happen,” he said.

  I closed my eyes, my fingers bunching the fabric of the covers between them. Taking a deep breath, I exhaled. The tip of his cock pressed against me. To my intense surprise and relief, my bottom allowed him entrance. As the head of his cock thrust in, a new feeling passed through me. Strange and erotic, an opening and closing, a relieving yet pressure building sensation tingled through my body.

  His hand stroked my back, my neck. His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling my head back slightly toward him. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

  I loved it when he called me that. My back arched, the feel of the tug of my hair driving me wild. I wanted to take all of him into me. “Yes. Keep going,” I breathed, my voice thick with desire.

  He took my hips in his hands, guiding my ass toward him as he slowly pushed in further.