Heartfield Ranch (Communities of Discipline Book 2)

by Fiona Wilde

  “Reach back and spread your cheeks apart,” he instructed, and heard Sarah’s raspy breathing as she complied, exposing the rosy pucker. Adam rubbed the well-lubed tip of the plug against her anus in small circles, increasing the pressure until the tip of the plug, which was about the width of his forefinger at the tip – slipped inside. Sarah gasped as he insistently pushed until it slipped past the resisting ring of muscles, and then groaned as the wider portion of the plug stretched her back passage.

  “It burns,” she whined, wriggling her bottom. Adam slapped a cheek sharply and she cried out. His wife’s bottom was still marked from the earlier spanking, and as he finally seated the plug completely in her ass, the sight of Sarah’s tightly stoppered asshole between her red cheeks nearly unmanned him on the spot. It did not help that he could smell her arousal.

  “Good girl,” he said thickly, and knelt down until he was eye-level with her bottom. Her clit was engorged and peeking through the little “v” of flesh that covered it, and her juices were now abundant, coating the shaven lips of her pussy.

  “Such a good girl,” he said, leaning forward to flick the sensitive bean of Sarah’s clit with his tongue. She moaned low with her need, and he leaned forward again, slipping first one and then two fingers into her sopping pussy as he worked her clit with the other.

  Adam did not normally mix sex with discipline, but Sarah had asked for this really, and it was more preventative training than actual discipline, and he wondered now if part of her insecurity sprang from his not dominating her sexually. He’d been very consistent with the spankings, but he and the other men had been putting in long hours in the fields, leaving little time for the kind of lovemaking he was now about to enjoy.

  “It looks like you need a clearer message about just who’s in charge,” Adam said as he unzipped his trousers to work his stiff cock free of its confinement. It pointed straight towards his wife’s pussy, as if trying of its own accords to plumb the warm depths that awaited.

  She cried out when he plunged into her. “Oh, God … I’m so full!”

  “That’s right,” he said, pulling nearly all the way out and then ramming back in before leaning over so his mouth was inches from her ear. “And I’m going to keep you full whenever I damn well feel like it. Your pussy, your mouth, your ass – they’re all mine, Sarah. I’m going to keep you so well fucked you’re not going to have time to make trouble. Understand?”

  “Oh, yes SIR!” She cried, and this time when he drove into her again, Adam could feel the strong contractions of her pussy as they milked his cock, and he bit his lip to keep from coming too soon.

  God, she’s sweet, he thought as he began driving furiously in and out of his wife. She was still contracting on him as he pounded her pussy, his balls slapping wetly into her. He could feel his excitement build, the delicious pressure forcing his seed closer to an eruption he finally could no longer restrain.

  Adam cried out, too, as his cock spurted wave after wave of cum into his wife’s pussy and she arched her back to meet his thrusts.

  Soon the room was silent, save their panting, as they lay together. When Adam withdrew and looked down at the tightly plugged ass and the dripping pussy, he said a silent thank you to whatever fate had paired him with this difficult, submissive spitfire of a woman.

  Chapter Six

  “Good morning, Betty. Did you sleep well?” Clay Sanders looked like he’d already started his workday when Karen made her way outside. It was another beautiful morning, warm and sunny. The air smelled faintly of tilled earth, bread and animals.

  “Yes, thank you,” Karen replied. “And I’m ready to get to work.”

  “Well, before you do, we need to know what skills you have. Do you have any prior experience?”

  “I grew up on a farm,” Karen replied hopefully. That statement, at least, was true.

  “That’ll give you an advantage,” he said. “What do you prefer working with, plants or animals? We have gardens, barns and greenhouses. Eventually, residents here learn to do a little bit of everything, but we try to start people out with what they are familiar with, to build confidence.”

  Karen thought for a moment. “I think I’d enjoy working with animals.”

  “Good choice,” he said, and walked towards he barn. “So Lynette tells me you expressed concern for the happiness of people here, especially the women. Is that true?”

  Karen glanced over at Heartfield’s leader. “Is that a problem, asking questions?” she asked warily. “I mean, this is an unusual place.”

  “No, it’s not a problem,” he said. “Natural curiosity is understandable, but from time to time we have people come in here with ulterior motives - journalists and the like. We open this place up to anyone with a need. But complete honesty is my first and foremost rule.”

  He stopped and looked at her. “You understand that, don’t you, Betty?”

  Karen managed a smile. “Of course,” she said quietly. “I didn’t mean to make anyone uncomfortable.”

  “Good. I don’t have any reason to doubt you. And no one is uncomfortable. Like I said, ask whatever you want. Just remember what I said.”

  “OK,” Karen said, trying to look confused. But inside, her stomach was filling up with butterflies. This man made her nervous - very nervous. Not because he seemed dangerous in any way, but because his presence exuded an authority that was different than any she’d ever encountered. But - nerves aside - there was something paradoxically comforting in having expectations laid out for her. The trouble was, even as she stood there agreeing to his rules, she knew she was breaking them.

  Her mind flashed back to the sounds of Sarah’s spanking, the hand-on-bare-flesh smacks that had been loud enough to carry outside, the tenor of her cries. Clay had told Karen that while at Heartfield, he would be the one to enforce the rules so far as she was concerned. The butterflies multiplied exponentially at the thought.

  What would it be like to be spanked, she wondered? Growing up, she’d experienced few spankings, and not one notable enough to leave a lasting impression. They’d mostly consisted of a few swats over her jeans or dresses. The only one she vaguely recalled in any detail at all was the one she’d earned for nearly running in the road when she was three. Karen couldn’t fathom what it would be like to be spanked now, as an adult.

  Clay Sanders, she knew, was perfectly capable of doing the job. He was much larger than she was, and she suspected she’d be defenseless against him, even with her police training. She tried to imagine what it would be like, laying helpless over his lap, and immediately blushed with humiliation at the thought. No, that would be completely unnatural, no matter what his views on the “natural order” of things.

  “Here we are.”

  They were approaching a barn now. Big and red, it loomed over them like something out of a storybook. A fence to the side held a couple of beef calves. Around the fence a few stray chickens pecked for insects in the dirt.

  “There’s a woman here who knows more about animals than any person I’ve ever met,” he said. “She wasn’t raised on a farm. Ironically, she’s was a city girl, born and bred. But Ann Marie has studied up and has a way with creatures. I’m sure she won’t mind giving you’re a refresher.”

  “Ann Marie?” Karen wasn’t sure she had heard right. Could it really be? But before she could consider it further she caught sight of a pretty brunette emerging from the barn. The woman smiled at her, and instantly Karen knew it was the person she was looking for.

  Clay Sanders introduced them. “Ann Marie, this is Betty Linden. Betty, this is Ann Marie Markum.”

  “Markum.” The woman she was looking for was Ann Marie Fales, and she certainly looked like the woman in the picture.

  “Ann Marie here is a newlywed.” Clay smiled. “Her husband’s name is Jake. He’s in charge of the greenhouses. You’ll meet him soon enough.”

  Married? Mommy won’t like that. Karen held out her hand. “Nice to meet you,” she said.

 
“Where do you come from, Betty?” Ann Marie’s handshake was firm and strong for a woman.

  “Michigan,” Karen replied. “My car broke down and Mr. Sanders here was kind enough to offer me work here till I can get back on my feet.”

  “Well, welcome aboard,” said Ann Marie. “Heartfield is a wonderful place. But be careful.”

  “Careful?” Karen looked into Ann Marie’s eyes. Was she trying to give her some sort of coded warning?

  “Yes,” Ann Marie laughed. “You might like it so much here you’ll want to stay.

  “I don’t know about that,” Karen laughed. “I’ve only been here less than a full day. It’s too early to make that kind of decision. And this place is, well, different.”

  “That it is,” said Ann Marie. “That it is.”

  For a moment everyone was quiet, and Karen got the impression without confirming it that Clay Sanders was staring at her.

  “So,” Ann Marie finally said. “Are you ready to learn your way around the barn?

  “Absolutely!” Karen replied, happy at the prospect of being away from her self-appointed guardian.

  “Great,” Ann Marie said. “There’s so much to learn.”

  Karen smiled. “That’s exactly what I’m counting on,” she said under her breath.

  Chapter Seven

  “What’s up?” Jake Markum was fitting together piping for a hydroponics project when Clay walked in. “You look troubled. Doesn’t have anything to do with the new visitor, does it?”

  Clay shook his head and laughed. “Word travels fast.”

  “Yes it does,” Jake replied.

  Clay leaned against the workbench and watched Jake snap the fittings on another piece of tube. “She just asks an awful lot of questions, and in the manner of someone who doesn’t want to appear to be asking an awful lot of questions, if you catch my drift.”

  Jake raised an eyebrow. “Journalist?”

  Clay shrugged. “Dunno.”

  “Why’d you bring her if you weren’t sure?” Jake picked up another piece of tubing. “Does it have anything to do with the fact that she’s so pretty?”

  “Had more to do with the fact that she was stranded on the road, although being pretty certainly would have made her harder to leave.”

  Jake laughed. “Want some advice?”

  “Always,” Clay replied.

  “There’s no need to be paranoid, Clay. We’ve all kind of decided that. If someone wants to find out about what goes on in here, it’s not that hard, especially with our commitment to helping others. It’s OK to be guarded, but don’t be surprised if someone you extend a hand to doesn’t turn around and bite it.”

  “She was especially interested in the fact that women here live like they do; it seemed hard for her to get her mind around the idea that they are disciplined and subject to male authority.”

  “Did you tell her she’d have to answer to one of us while she was here?”

  “Yes,” Clay replied. “Me.”

  “You?” Jake looked surprised. “That’s a departure. You usually outsource that to someone else. Why not this time?”

  Clay looked past him and was silent for a moment. “I really don’t know, he admitted. “I just felt led to do it.” He paused. “She’s with Ann Marie.”

  “Is she now?” The men were both silent now. When Ann Marie had arrived at Heartfield, she’d practically begged to be taken in. She’d told the men at the start that she was well aware of the rumored practices of the community and had no problem with what they practiced. Jake had become her guardian initially, and later the two had fallen in love and had gotten married. Ann Marie’s managerial knack and way with animals had made her an asset to the community, but she was regularly bombarded with letters from her parents - letters she refused to open. She’d confided in Clay about the overbearing nature of her parents, and how she’d felt compelled to break away and come to Heartfield. But she’d often fretted to anyone who would listen that they may try and make her leave, even if it meant bringing down the community in some way. Some worried that a rich, powerful family might send someone to infiltrate the group and a debate had ensued among some about whether Ann Marie’s presence compromised the security of the group. But in the end it was decided that Ann Marie could not be blamed for her parents’ actions, and that the leadership would not become exclusive out of fear. Those needing help or sincerely seeking the kind of lifestyle Heartfield offered were welcome to stay either temporarily or permanently if they choose. But neither Clay nor Jake could help but wonder if this new woman they knew as Betty wasn’t working for the Fales. It was a suspicion they had about every newcomer, but few had asked so many questions right off the bat.

  “And I suppose you want me to ask Ann Marie if she got any weird vibes from her?” he asked.

  “Would you mind?” Clay asked. “I’d like to know as much about this gal as I can.”

  “Seeing how you seem to have taken a personal interest in her, I can’t understand why.” Jake said mockingly.

  Clay smirked but said nothing.

  ***

  While Clay and Jake were discussing their new visitor, Karen was wondering how an obviously intelligent woman like Ann Marie could swap the power and prestige of the corporate world for a life of submission and menial farm chores. But she could not deny the obvious contentment the other woman displayed as she moved throughout the barn, introducing her to the animals and explaining what needed to be done for them.

  “These are the chicks.” Ann Marie lifted the lid of a box heated by a light bulb secured to one of the inside walls. As she did, a group of fluffy, peeping chickens raced to the other end of the brooder. “They’re just a few days old and as they grow we’ll determine which will become layers and which will go in the freezer. We have to make sure they have food and water at all times. It’s amazing how fast they eat and drink.”

  She closed the brooder. “And that’s pretty much everything.”

  “It’s a lot of work,” Karen said, shaking her head. “It’s funny. I grew up looking forward to leaving a farm and getting a job and here are a bunch of people traveling here for what I couldn’t wait to escape.”

  Ann Marie laughed. “You’re talking to one,” she said. “I’m entirely sure this wasn’t the life my parents envisioned for me.” She grew quiet.

  “So what do they think of your living here at Heartfield?” Karen felt a slight twinge of guilt over her feigned ignorance. She already knew what Ann Marie’s parents thought.

  “I don’t know. I haven’t talked to them since I got here,” Ann Marie looked slightly embarrassed at the admission.

  “Why?”

  Ann Marie smiled sadly. “No need to,” she replied. “I know they’d tell me this place is wrong, bad, whatever. They’d try to get me to leave. So really there’s nothing to say.”

  “Why would they think it’s bad?” Karen asked. “You seem happy.”

  “Because I’m not supposed to be happy living like this.”

  “That doesn’t make much sense,” Karen coaxed. “Lots of people like living a rural lifestyle.”

  They were walking toward the back of the barn now, to the feed room. “It’s not the farming that bothers them, well my mother actually…” Ann Marie’s voice trailed off. “It’s more the values here.”

  “You mean the role of women?” Karen looked over at Ann Marie, who looked back in surprise.

  “Clay explained everything to me.” Karen stopped and turned to face her companion. “He sort of had to. I heard one of the women being…”

  “Corrected?” asked Ann Marie. “It happens. And we accept that. And no, my mother could not accept that. She raised me to be like her, an old school feminist. You know, the old ‘a woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle’ mentality. Marriages should at best be political arrangements in her eyes. She never understood that I didn’t see things her way, that what made her happy would have made me miserable.” She looked away. “I’m a failure in her eyes.” />
  “Are you happy answering to someone else after the kind of work you did before you came here?”

  Ann Marie studied her face for a moment. “I don’t remember telling you what I did,” she said.

  Karen blushed, feeling angry with herself. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I just assumed you did some kind of work in the city.”

  Ann Marie held her gaze, then shrugged. “Yeah, I can see why you’d assume that,” she said as Karen breathed a sigh of relief at the close call. The pair turned and walked to the feed room.

  As they were filling buckets with grain for the goats, Karen noticed a door with a lock on it. Wallking over, she studied it, noting it was the only lock she’d seen on the place.

  “What’s in here?” she asked.

  “Dangerous stuff,” Ann Marie said. “It’s locked for a reason.”

  “You girls having fun?” Clay was standing in the doorway, and Karen jumped at the sound of his voice.

  “Sure,” Ann Marie said. “I’m just showing her what needs to be done.”

  “Well finish up quick,” Clay said. “A storm’s coming. The weather radio just went off. It looks to be a bad one. We all need to get into the main hall as quickly as we can.”

  “All right.” Ann Marie turned back to Karen. “We need to hurry. The main hall is the only building with a basement.”

  They rushed to put the animals away, and as they were preparing to head to the hall, Karen felt in her pocket for her cell phone. She needed to call in, just to let Clemmons or Jarvis know she was safe and that she’d found Ann Marie. Earlier in the morning she had tried to call from her room at the Wickam’s, but had gotten a no service signal. Now with the whole community distracted, she’d have an opportunity to get away for a moment. Surely they wouldn’t notice her absence.

  “I’ll be along in a minute,” said Karen once they left the barn. “I have a pebble in my shoe.”

  “I can wait,” said Ann Marie.