“The couple who built this place were a bit peculiar, to say the least,” he remarked, rolling his car to a stop. “They claimed that fencin’ interfered with the flow of nature, and I suppose they’re right in a way, there are certain elements of nature that are best kept away, like mountain lions and snakes.”
“Are there mountain lions up here?”
“I know there are mountain lions up in those back hills,” he replied, pointing to some ridges in the distance, “but whether they venture down here it’s hard to say. I’ve never seen one. There are coyotes though, I hear them when I stay up here.”
“You said you bought this place a while back?”
“I was burnin’ out at the barn, and I knew I’d be movin’ on, but it’s gonna be a challenge to get this place the way I want it. I need to put up corrals and a decent barn, and I’m gonna put the arena right over there,” he declared, pointing to the back of the property. “It’ll have a lot of natural shelter. When I can afford it, I’ll put a cover over it. If I end up sellin’ the boardin’ facility, that would finance it.”
“What a project,” she murmured. “How do you even begin?”
“Well, I’ve finished the house, and there’s a workshop that’s almost done. It’s just a matter of prioritizin’. I don’t have to worry about my horses, so I can take my time gettin’ things right before I move ‘em up here, and once my house is sold, I can hire some labor and then things will move along real quick.”
“You’re so brave,” she said, looking up at him.
“Brave? What makes you say that?”
“Taking on a project like this. My dad is a developer, but he has a company, and people all around him. It’s not like this. This is…sort of…more impressive somehow.”
“Apples and oranges,” he winked.
Moving up to the front door, he inserted the key and pushed it open, and stepping inside, Cathy stared around in wonder. If the outside looked like a swiss chalet, the inside did as well, with soaring ceilings and natural wood everywhere. Thick rugs covered the floors, and a large, natural rock fireplace sat against the wall with two overstuffed sofas facing each other in front of it.
“My gosh, this place is so…”
“So…?”
“Like you already live here, and it’s so warm and comfortable.”
“It was pretty messed up when I bought it. Now there’s a new stainless steel kitchen, I redid all the floorin’, modernized the inside of that fireplace, updated the wirin’, and a whole lot more. Too much to list.”
“I can’t believe it. I would never have thought, seeing you at the barn, that you had this going on. All your hard work paid off. This is a show place.”
“You’re the first person to see it.”
“I am?”
“Yep,” he said, putting his arms around her, “and I’m kinda glad about that.”
“I am too,” she purred, leaning against him.
“And tonight, you’ll be my first dinner guest. We’re still on for tonight, right?”
“Absolutely, except, you don’t cook anything except pancakes.”
“Right, well, that’s true,” he admitted, pulling back and smiling down at her, “but I promise you won’t starve, and I expect you to bring your toothbrush.”
“Oh, you do, do you?”
“Yep, and a change of clothes.”
“You’re taking a lot for granted.”
“Nope, I’m tellin’ you what I expect. You can always say no.”
“I don’t want to say no,” she smiled, and putting her hands behind his neck, she raised her head and pressed her lips against his.
“I love kissing you,” she sighed when they broke apart.
“Just as well,” he winked. “Come on, let me give you the rest of the tour.”
He led her through the house, showing off the kitchen, the dining room and the two downstairs bedrooms, then taking her hand, he started up the stairs.
“I’ve made this entire second floor the master suite. I’m real proud of it,” he grinned, leading her down the open hallway.
“It’s so cool that you can look downstairs like this,” she remarked.
“It’s handy as well. I just drop my dirty clothes over the railin’.”
“What a great idea,” she laughed. “I really love this place.”
Opening an arched door, he gestured her inside, and she found herself in an expansive bedroom, complete with a living area in front of a corner fireplace. The floor to ceiling windows looked over the back of the property towards the mountains, and offered sliding doors to an expansive terrace.
“Wow. This is crazy.”
“At night, the stars are so bright, and you can see them through the skylights as well.”
“Skylights?”
“Yep, look up there.”
Raising her eyes, she stared through four rectangles of glass.
“This place is amazing,” she breathed. “You must feel wonderfully removed from the craziness of life up here.”
“Yep, especially after a bad day at the barn. Buyin’ this place is one of the smartest things I’ve ever done.”
“I really like this bed,” she said softly, moving across the room to the heavy oak, four post, king-sized bed.
Following her over, he watched her perch on the edge of the mattress and look up at him expectantly.
“Do you remember what I told you about bein’ tied up?” he asked, leaning against one of the posts.
“How could I forget?”
“I’d like to tie you between these poles.”
“You mean, my ankles, while I’m laying down?”
“Nope, I mean, standin’ up, right here,” he replied, moving to the foot of the bed.
“Um, how exactly,” she managed, her butterflies bursting to life.
“There are several ways, but I don’t plan, I just do what the rope tells me to do,” he murmured. “I’m thinkin’ I’d like to do that to you tonight.”
“I’m not sure what to say,” she whispered.
“What do you want to say?”
“Yes, please?”
“That works, sugar,” he said softly. “Now I want you to do somethin’ for me.”
“Okay.”
“I want you to get up on the bed, and crawl across to me on all fours.”
She knew her face was red, and she was feeling trembly, but she climbed on to the mattress, and falling on her hands and knees, she felt an unexpected flood of wetness between her legs.
“That’s my girl,” he purred. “Come on over here.”
“I feel funny.”
“You don’t look funny, you look beautiful. Come on, and keep lookin’ at my face.”
She crawled slowly towards him, staring at him, and coming to a stop, she found herself at his crotch.
“Now lower your eyes. That’s a good place for you,” he said softly. “Would you agree?”
“I would,” she murmured. “I like it, I like it very much.”
“How does it make you feel, bein’ on your knees in front of me like this?”
“It’s making my heart beat, and I feel sort of…weak…but in a good way.”
Placing his hand on her head, he tenderly stroked, then taking a fistful of hair he pulled it back.
“You want me to be in charge of you, little girl?”
“Ooh, Scott.”
“It’s a yes or no question.”
“Yes, yes, I do.”
“I’ll spank your ass, I’ll tie you, and sometimes, I’ll be your strict daddy.”
“I would love that,” she breathed, her heart thumping against her chest.
“You need a strict daddy, don’t you, little girl.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Say it.”
“I need a strict daddy,” she whimpered.
“I think you’re feelin’ somethin’ deep inside you, aren’t you little girl?”
“Yes.”
“When I’m bein’ your strict
daddy, I’ll spank your butt real hard if you sass me. You understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, daddy.”
“Turn around, drop on to your elbows, and spread your knees.”
Almost overcome, feeling weak but wonderful, she slowly did as he said, and as she lowered herself on to her elbows, she could feel her bottom shockingly high in the air. A few seconds ticked by, then one of his hands rested on her backside, while the other cupped her pussy, and she let out a low, long moan.
“After dinner tonight, you’re gonna come up here, you’re gonna strip, and you’re gonna wait for me just like this. You understand?”
“Yes, I understand.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Yes, Sir, I understand,” she bleated.
“I’m gonna inspect you.”
“Oh, my gosh.”
“Does that make you nervous?”
“It does, and embarrassed, but it makes me so hot,” she whispered.
“Yep, that’s as it should be,” he murmured, squeezing her sex, eliciting another deep moan. “After I’m done lookin’ you over, I’m gonna spank you just like I promised. Then I’m not sure what I’ll be doin’ with you. I might tie you to the posts, I might have you kneelin’ in front of me like you were a minute ago, or I might just fuck you right after I whip your ass, but whatever it is, you’re gonna do what I tell you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You’re a real sweet girl, sugar, and that’s why I call you sugar, but you’re also spoiled, and that’s why I’m gonna be your strict daddy sometimes.”
She took in a long breath, and as she let out it, she felt him move himself against her. His cock was stiff through his jeans, rubbing against her, and one hand was fondling her backside as the other rubbed her pussy.
“Please, Scott,” she begged, looking over her shoulder, “I don’t think I can wait until tonight.”
“Is that right?” he muttered, moving his hand down the inside of her thigh. “You’re just gonna have to.”
“I want you, I want you so much, you’re driving me crazy, please?”
“You’re gonna have to wait, sugar, I’m just warmin’ you up right now.”
“Please can’t you make love to me now, and again tonight?”
“And there she is. That spoiled little girl. I told you no, and you kept on at me. You know what happens now?”
“Uh, I’m not sure.”
“You’re not sure? What’d I tell you?”
“That you’d be strict with me.”
“And what does that mean?”
“That you’re going to spank me?” she whispered.
“Yep, but I’m not gonna pull down those jeans. I’m gonna whack you with a paddle a few times. I don’t need to go to the trouble of barin’ your ass usin’ a paddle.”
“A paddle?”
“That’s what I said. Close your eyes and don’t move.”
She heard him walk away, then the sliding of a drawer, and as she listened to his returning footfalls, she felt a shiver of fear.
“Since this is your first visit with my paddle, and you’re just learnin’, I’ll go easy. You’ll get three, and one of ‘em will be right here,” he declared, tapping the paddle against her sit spot. “Tell me when you’re ready.”
“I’m ready,” she said anxiously.
Placing the long, oblong, wooden paddle in the center of her cheeks, he slapped it down with just enough force to make her yelp, and wriggle in protest.
“Settle for me, little girl. You’d best behave if you don’t want more than three.”
She immediately stop moving, and he landed the second just below the first, bringing forth another wail and some squirming, but this time he didn’t have to ask for her to settle.
“Good girl, you’re learnin’ already. This last one will hurt the most. Is my little girl ready?”
“Yes, daddy.”
Smacking it down where her thighs met her cheeks, he heard her hiss in the air, then she dropped her head into the comforter.
“OWWWW, ooh, that hurts, that hurts.”
“Spoilt little girls get their bottoms paddled. Remember that, sugar, now kneel up and come to daddy for a cuddle.”
Straightening up, she grabbed her seat as she shifted around on her knees and shuffled across to him, then wrapped her arms around his waist.
“There you go,” he purred, stroking her hair. “That’s my good little girl. Your bottom will burn for a while, but that’s what you need.”
“I know,” she whimpered. “Thank you, daddy.”
His cock was protesting its confinement, and he longed to slowly peel off her clothes and fuck her from behind, gazing at her reddened ass as he rode her to their mutual orgasms, but he had to wait. She needed to learn, and he needed to teach. The early days were the most important. Slowly sitting down beside her, he pulled her into his lap.
“I’m gonna take you back to your place now, and I’ll pick you up around six. Wear a dress, and no panties or bra.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“But before we leave, tell me what you’re feelin’.”
Snuggling into him, her butt stinging, she let out a long sigh.
“Maybe I shouldn’t say this, maybe it’s too soon, but honestly, like I’ve been waiting for you my whole life.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Marianne Coleman stepped from her white Range Rover and eyed the store. Willie’s Wild Western Wear. The name did not inspire confidence, but it was supposed to be the best in the city when it came to such things. A few drops of rain fell on her as she walked forward, and glancing up at the blue sky she saw a passing cloud. Spring. It was as unpredictable as her daughter.
Pushing open the door she was hit by a waft of leather, and glancing around she said a silent prayer of thanks that when Catherine had fallen in love with horses, she’d chosen show jumping, not barrel racing. Stepping hesitantly forward, her eyes scanned the many displays searching out her reason for being there.
“You look a bit lost. Can I help you find somethin’?”
Turning around she saw an attractive young man walking towards her. His eyes were twinkling blue, and he had a warm smile that surprised her. Except for his cowboy hat he was dressed normally, no lizard skin boots or belt, and she thought, without the hat, he’d be almost handsome.
“I’m looking for a bag.”
“What sort of bag? Do you mean, a woman’s handbag?”
“No, a satchel, something a cowboy would use. That’s a guess, so, what sort of bags do they use?” she asked awkwardly. “Do cowboys use satchels?”
“I’m not sure they do,” he grinned, “Kenny’s the name, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you, Kenny, I’m Mrs. Coleman.”
“Good to meet you too, ma’am. Maybe you’re talkin’ about saddle-bags.”
“That sounds better, yes, show me some saddle-bags.”
“Right this way.”
He led her across the store to the vast tack department, and gazing around at the intricately carved saddles, she was shocked at the detailed workmanship.
“Ma’am, these are the saddle-bags,” the young salesman said, standing next to the table where the various models were laid out. “We have canvas, leather, nylon and…”
“How much does one of these cost?” Marianne frowned, running her hand over the silver horn of what she thought was an impressive-looking saddle. “I’ve never seen a western saddle close up like this. Look at all this silver. I had no idea they were such works of art.”
“Some are, but some are just conveyor belt models made to look good. You’ve got good taste though. That saddle is a high-end show saddle. It’s $4500, and this one over here,” he added, thinking he might have a serious sale on his hands, “it’s $5700, the best we have in the store, and one of the best money can buy. Do you ride? Are you plannin’ on ridin?”
“I dabbled in dressage when I was younger, and my daughter ri
des jumpers, at least, she used to. She doesn’t show anymore. As I said, I’ve never really seen these up close like this. Not really my cup of tea, but I have to admire the quality of the workmanship.”
“Yep, and the saddle-makers who make these by hand, they’re a dyin’ breed.”
“I’m sure they are,” she nodded. “It’s a shame. Anyway, saddle-bags. Show me what you have.”
She selected an expensive model made from hand-tooled leather with outside, snap down pouches, and as she stood at the counter, waiting for the good-looking young salesman to ring up her purchase, she decided the store was nothing like she’d originally thought.
“That’s a real nice gift,” Kenny said as he handed her the shopping bag.
“Yes, it will be, and thank you for your help, Kenny.”
“It’s been my pleasure, ma’am. Come back any time.”
As she walked out, she noticed a forest green sweater on display that had no apparent western trimmings, just an artfully embroidered gold horseshoe on the shoulder. Pausing to study it more closely, she was surprised to discover it was cashmere, and priced at $249.
“Interesting,” she mumbled. “That would suit Catherine. I should come back here sometime.”
Heading outside she found it had started raining, and she hurried to her car, quickly climbing inside and settling behind the wheel. Taking a deep breath she gathered her thoughts. She had one more quick stop, then she’d be on her way to complete her mission.
Standing in the middle of his living room, Scott looked at the many boxes neatly piled against the wall. He’d had a busy afternoon. There had been two trips up to his new house where he’d unpacked many of his clothes, and he’d made arrangements with the Salvation Army to collect most of the furniture the following day. His antiques he’d decided to take up himself with help from Benny and Todd on Sunday. He had his last trip to make, and it would be one-way. He needed to take the boxes containing his cutlery, pots, pans and dishes, and stop at a new Italian restaurant in town called Bellisimo, to pick up a pan of lasagna.
Looking around at the house he’d lived in for the last five years, he counted himself fortunate. It had been a stroke of luck to find a fixer so close to the barn. He’d enjoyed doing the small amount of cosmetic work and making it his own, but now he was about to embark on a new phase of his life, and though it was happening faster than he’d thought it would, he felt immense satisfaction about how things were working out. Getting the call from Matt Montgomery out of the blue had been unexpected and an absolute Godsend. The trainer had wanted to take over right away, and though Scott had thought the transition would take a month or more, he’d been delighted when Matt moved with efficient ease to get everything settled in lightening fast time.
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