One hand held my waist, the other slapped my ass, only further intensifying my pleasure. I moaned, pressing my face down into the covers, biting my bottom lip. The experience was intense, overwhelming. My eyes squeezed shut tighter as I cried out. The feeling was painful, and I enjoyed the sensation.
Then, the overwhelming feeling melted away. My ass took him in, bit by bit. A calmness took over my mind, my body relaxing as it finally decided to accept him fully. To my disbelief, a little orgasm shuddered through my body.
“There’s my girl.” He pulled back, pushing in again, further this time. The sex began to feel like it had when he was in my pussy hitting my G-spot. The outer ring stretched and pulled, making me whimper with pleasure. My ass took him, inch by inch, stretching and burning and filling with him. My muscles tightened around him, milking his cock for his seed. The deep pressure built within me, another orgasm on the horizon. Much like the G-spot climaxes I had reached with him, a white-hot heat formed in the pit of my belly, spreading through my core. I cried out his name, Colton murmuring mine as he clutched my hair, my ass, squeezing me. His fingertips dug into the soft flesh of my hips, pulling me into him, hard. He held me there, coming with a gratified moan. One more thrust and I reached the pinnacle my body had been vying toward. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, my jaw slack, my mouth speechless.
He stayed within me, his cock pulsing. Then he withdrew from me, collapsing on the bed beside me. He gave me a kiss, his eyelids heavy, his gaze fulfilled. His fingers found the hem of my skirts, pulling them down over my ass with a grin.
“You better not have ruined my dress,” I said, my eyes closing sleepily.
“Don’t be sassy, Alice. I’ll have it cleaned,” he said, his arm falling over his face, ready for sleep himself.
He’d better. That was one outfit I’d be wearing on repeat.
Chapter Eight
What would a happily ever after be without some gut-wrenching action, first? Just when I thought my life had finally become normal, in one moment it was completely turned upside down. I told you—hold on to the ones you love because you never know when you’ll be tossed into a situation where you may never see them again.
It happened to me... twice.
Colton and I had fallen into what felt like the perfect rhythm. Work and meals at the ranch—I still worked part-time for my sister running her social accounts—then home for a good night fuck and snuggling. Yes, when he moved in after the honeymoon, he put the kibosh on my binge-watching, Pop-Tart stuffing addictions. With a big strong cowboy husband daddy in my bed, I no longer had a need for them.
We were in love, loving life, and loving those around us.
I was so comfortable in my new life that I got lazy. And made an error. A huge one that put my life at risk, as well as my families.
I contacted the cartel.
It was an honest mistake—anyone could have made it. Especially someone like me who didn’t really have any official FBI training in the first place. I was going through my inbox, cleaning some things out and came across a draft of an email I had arranged, initially trying to lure members of the government to admit to their offenses in writing. Those nit-picky judges like to have a little thing called evidence in order to lock people up. Anyhow, after all those years of pristine computer usage, I made the dumbest error and hit ‘send’ instead of ‘delete.’
It might not sound like such a big deal, but a sent email from my computer without the protection of the FBI buildings network created an invisible path that would lead them right back to the ranch. Sure, we had locked up a chunk of the drug ring, the most dominant players, but there was no way to catch them all.
This was not one of those times to shove information under the rug—no one had to spank my ass to make me realize that. I went straight to Colton, who took us straight to Mavis. Within hours, the FBI had agents swarming the ranch, all incognito, dressed as wedding guests.
Having all those eyes and ears on the ranch almost let me believe I could sleep safely at night. Colton and I and my mother and her man were ordered to temporarily move onto the ranch so they could keep us all on lockdown.
A situation that could have been awful ended up being pretty damn fun. Until it wasn’t.
The first few days of the stakeout, we would take the agents who were off duty riding, fishing, boating. Memaw was dishing up banquet-style meals three times a day. We were having a good ole time.
Then I got a little stir crazy.
Being under lock and key day and night just isn’t my thing. I started to go nuts. The sassy side of my personality tends to come out when I’m stressing. And that’s what happened. Colton would not let me out of his sight. Not for a single second. I usually thrive basking in the glow of his attention. But every girl has a breaking point and just needs to get off the ranch and breathe for a second.
Or so I thought.
Dressed in a disguise—my black sweats, hoodie pulled up covering my hair, and dark sunglasses, I attempted to sneak off the property. My plan was just to hit a drive-thru, stuff my face with a little grease and sugar, then come right back and be a perfect girl until the FBI was sure the coast was clear.
I got as far as the fence line and guess who popped out of nowhere, grabbing me by the elbow and escorting me back to my overprotective husband? Agent Slack.
“Hey there, Shorty. You going somewhere?” Slack asked.
Damn. Smoothing back my hair beneath my hood, I tried to sound casual. “I... ah... Mavis asked me to be sure the fence line was being manned.” My eyes gazed over the agents dotting the landscape, all casually posed in their weekend warrior gear, pistols hidden beneath their REI outdoor pants. “Looks good to me. I’ll just go back and—”
“Not so fast.” His hand wrapped around my upper arm. “Let me walk with you.”
I held in an immature growl and a foot stomp as he started to guide me toward the offices. Where I knew my husband was working. “I don’t need you to walk me. I’m perfectly capable of finding my way around the ranch, thank you very much,” I spat, my foul mood only getting worse.
He shrugged. “Sorry, Josie. Boss’s orders.”
Who did these agents think they were? Sure, I had made a mistake, but it had been an accident. Now they thought they ran my life again? Fumes billowed from my ears as I snapped, “Mavis told you to babysit me? Unbelievable—”
He chuckled. I was mad as a wet hen and Slack actually had the nerve to laugh. “Nope. Your boss.”
“Louanne?” I asked incredulously. And after I had covered for her ass during the Tulle and Tulips stalker incident.
He gave me a knowing wink. “Colton.”
“Colton is my husband. Not my boss,” I corrected him. I tried to pull my arm out of his grasp, but his hand was like a vise. If he got a girlfriend, she’d best hope he hadn’t any spanking tendencies with those strong hands of his. “Thank you very much.”
Slack gave me a funny look. “Could’ve fooled me. Seems like he’s the one who wears the pants in the relationship. Not that I’m knocking it. I’ve been hanging around CLAS long enough now to understand the unique... the culture you couples have. I have to say, it looks pretty good to me. A little old-fashioned chivalry, the men taking the heavy load off of your dainty shoulders.”
“I may be small but I’m not dainty,” I sniffed indignantly.
“I know you’re tough, Josie. Trust me. After working beside you for a year, I know just how strong you are.” The teasing left his voice as we spoke. “I respect the setup you all have here. It... works.”
“Well, thank you.” Kind of strange having old co-workers knowing your husband spanks your ass. My tummy flipped as we approached the offices. “Um, I can see myself in. Catch you later.”
“Sorry, Josie. I know my allegiance should lie with you, but Colton is not a man I can double cross. He’s huge and he could kick my ass into next Tuesday,” Slack said.
“What did he tell you?” I asked as we walked up the stai
rs to the office.
“He said to keep an extra eye on you and if I caught you wandering off the premises, to bring you straight to him and he’d...”
“He’d what?” I asked.
Was that a blush on Slack’s face? “He said he’d... uh... handle it. Sorry, Josie.” Opening the door, he called out, “Knock, knock.”
I gulped as my husband approached, his broad shoulders filling out every inch of the doorframe. His gaze took in my outfit and sunglasses. “What do we have here?”
Slack replied, “Just returning your precious cargo to you. Found her a little too close to the fence line.”
Colton’s stern gaze did not leave my face as he said, “Thanks, Slack.”
“Anytime. See ya, Josie,” he said, apology ringing in his voice.
“Yeah, see ya, snitch,” I muttered under my breath.
That at least had the corner of Colton’s mouth twitching. “So, you thought you’d just wander off the ranch? Risk your life? Put everyone in danger just because you were getting a little stir crazy?”
“I was just going to grab a burger and come right back, I swear!” I said.
He eyed me. “If a burger’s what you want, I’ll order it and have someone pick it up for you.”
“It’s not just the burger. It was more just needing a breather,” I said.
“I know this is hard on you, Josie, but rules are rules.” His brow narrowed at me, his huge arms crossing over his chest. “And what happens when rules are broken?”
My ass quivered.
“Looks like someone’s going to be wearing her plug today as a reminder. Now get yourself up to the house. I’ll be there in a minute,” he said.
Aquaman had spoken. And his palm looked as if it were absolutely twitching to spank me.
“Okay,” I murmured, butterflies taking flight. I turned to leave.
“And Josie?” he said.
“Yes?” I squeaked out.
“I want you lying on the bed on your tummy. Not a stitch of clothing on you.”
My pussy didn’t know what was going on. She clenched, gushing with excitement. The cheeks of my ass knew better and my poor little bottom hole clenched for its own reasons.
I managed to murmur, “Yes, sir.”
He replied, “Good girl,” sending me off with a pat on my bottom. Just a foreshadowing of what was coming my way.
Sighing, I stomped off toward Colton’s old room—the one we were staying in till things went back to normal.
He had brought all his lovely little daddy toys with him in the move. I knew the small silver bullet was in his top drawer, right next to his tube of lube.
Closing the door, I contemplated doing the naughty thing. Running, hiding, maybe trying to flush his little ‘reminder’ down the toilet. But I knew better. Nobody wanted to be spanked twice—not after a taste of Colton’s large hand.
I decided to take the good girl route. Tossing my sunglasses on the dresser top, I unzipped my hoodie, taking it off and hanging it on the back of the door. Off came the tee shirt. Pulling off my bra, I freed my breasts. Glancing down, I saw my peaked nipples on display. I was so turned on, and yet my stomach was a bundle of nerves. Such was the life of a baby girl when she’d displeased her daddy.
Down went the pants. No panties—Colton seemed to like it that way—and I was fully nude, standing in the center of the room. I looked over to the bed. “Well, here goes nothing,” I said to myself, flopping belly down onto the bed.
Crossing my hands underneath my head, I waited, eyes on the door. The sound of tromping boots echoed down the hallway, making my nipples further tighten. “Here comes Daddy,” I breathed.
The door opened. A still pissed-off Colton stood in the doorway looking me over. He must have liked what he saw because his hardened gaze softened. “Maybe I should have had you keep your clothes on. Would have been easier to focus on punishing you.”
Despite my trembling, I found my hips wiggling and pressing into the mattress. My display earned me a sharp slap on my ass. “You can’t help yourself, can you? Always so turned on. I love it. And I’ll take care of it. But first, we need to have a little chat.”
I gulped. When my husband said ‘little chat,’ that was code for the real deal, you’ve been really bad, spanking. One that would have me sleeping in the same position I was in now, not wanting to put any pressure on the tender skin of my cherry red ass. “I... ah... well...” I could hear him prepping the plug. My tummy tightened as I tried to come up with a reason to delay my punishment. I couldn’t think of one. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“Thank you for your apology.” Rough fingertips trailed over the curve of my ass, chill bumps rising on my bare skin. “Daddy’s sorry, too.”
I flipped my head around, looking at him. “Sorry for what?”
“Sorry I’m going to have to make you cry.” A hard hand landed on the center of my right cheek. A fire spread across my jiggling skin. I cried out as another smack landed on the same spot, the fire twofold. “You were a very, very bad girl.”
Suddenly, my mischievous plan to procure that juicy burger seemed like the dumbest idea I’d ever had. “I am really sorry—”
“Lie still and be quiet.”
I obeyed, squeezing my eyes shut tightly and resting my cheek on the backs of my hands.
“Spread your legs for me.”
Shame and embarrassment washed over me as I spread my legs, exposing every little bit of me. My wet pussy parted, his fingertips careful to avoid that area as the cold lube was applied to my bottom. The pressure of the tip of the plug pressed against my prepared rosebud. I took a deep breath, remained still, and tried to relax my muscles as he slid the cold plug in.
My ass was filled with the plug. An instant wave of submission washed over me as it always did whenever he invaded me like this.
“Now, I’m going to put you over my knee and spank you while your bottom is plugged. A reminder to obey Daddy.”
He sat beside me on the bed, patting his denim-clad thigh with his open palm. Sheepishly, on hands and knees, I crawled over to him. My ass stretched around the plug as I moved, sending wet pulses through my exposed pussy. I slid across his lap, my bare belly scratching against his jeans. I rested my chest and head on the mattress, my ass perfectly positioned over his thigh. My legs were stretched out on the bed behind me.
His hand brushed over my bottom, causing my nipples to tighten. “Daddy, how long must I wear the plug?”
His fingers walked their way down the cleft of my ass. His fingertip found the end of the plug. He put pressure on it. I squealed as it pressed further into my bottom. “I’m considering leaving it in when I fuck you. I’ll take it out after that. If you’re a good girl, that is.”
“I’ll be good. I promise—”
Again, my speech was cut off by a sharp spank. I sucked air in between my teeth as the pain spread across my bottom.
“Don’t you ever try to pull a stunt like that again, do you understand?” he said.
“Yes, Daddy!” I cried. He spanked the center of my ass. The plug pressed in with each spank.
“And don’t think you’ll ever get any tricks by me. I know you so well, I know what you’re going to do before you even plot it. Why do you think I had Slack keeping extra eyes on you?” he asked.
The spanking continued. Tears welled in my eyes as the sharp smacks rained down on my jiggling ass. “I-I won’t! No more tricks! No more tricks!” My hips wiggled and my hands wanted to reach back to protect my bottom. My fingertips gripped the fabric of the comforter.
He spanked the right cheek, left cheek, right cheek, left cheek, right cheek, left cheek, fully embracing his rhythm. He’d never spanked me this hard or this long before. I was shocked at how quickly the pain spread, at how much my ass stung. Tears pricked my eyes. My toes curled tightly. I whined, my hips wiggling, desperate to avoid the falling smacks. “I’ll be good, I’ll be good,” I wailed on repeat.
“I told Slack he has my permission
to do whatever it takes to keep you safe. Even if that means taking you right over his knee for a good, sound spanking.”
Shock ripped through me as I gasped, “You didn’t!”
“I did. And I meant it. Try him again and see what happens,” he said. He spanked harder and faster. The spanks went from the center of my bottom to the tops of my thighs. He was leaving no skin unpunished. The tears flowed freely as I cried, the pain taking over my mind.
I was never stepping foot off the ranch again. Colton spanking me till I cried was terrible enough. I couldn’t even imagine the shame and humiliation of having Slack take me over his knee. “I’ll be good. It won’t happen again. I promise!” I cried.
“It’d better not, little girl. Or you’ll be in this position every hour on the hour for a day.” He gave me three more hard spanks. “Now go stand in that corner and let me see if your bottom is red enough for how bad you’ve been,” he said.
Eagerly, I hopped up from his lap, dancing on tiptoe to the open corner across from him. My hands wrung in front of me, careful not to rub my sore ass. Rubbing the sting out of your ass after a spanking was one of Daddy’s no-no’s. My wet pussy clenched as I felt his eyes appraising me from behind. The plug was way up in me, reminding me of his power over me, my sore bottom on full display. I focused my eyes on the wall before me, awaiting his instructions.
“You stand there and think about what you did. I’ll be back in a little bit. Don’t move a muscle,” he warned.
“Yes, sir,” I breathed, wondering if clenching my throbbing pussy counted as moving a muscle. The door shut quietly. I stood alone in the room, naked and punished, my face streaked with tears. My ass was still on fire and throbbing. It felt swollen and hot.
I felt small. Vulnerable. Turned on. And completely cared for. This daddy/baby girl lifestyle wasn’t for everyone. But it was for me. While he was gone, I mentally counted all the spankings he had given me. They really seemed to be adding up lately, with the stress of the additional guests on the ranch. Bored, I shifted my weight from foot to foot, willing him to return and keeping my clenched hands from rubbing.
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