by Maren Smith
“Second, you do not get to tell me or Master Derek what you do and do not deserve. We knew what your struggles were before you were accepted into Rawhide University. We knew what the chances of you using would be when you got here. The only one surprised with any of this, little girl, is you.”
“Oh.”
Grant smiled. “You’re adorable. Now would you like to take your spanking now or after breakfast?”
The nonchalance in his voice threw Molly for a loop. “Wait, what? Now?”
“Now or later. It’s happening, and it's only one of many you will receive for your naughty decisions yesterday.”
“I thought for sure I was going to get kicked out,” she repeated with a frown, ignoring the question.
“After you’ve been disciplined, you might wish that had been the case. Now answer my question, please.”
Molly didn’t want to have to think about being spanked for any longer than she had to; it would be way easier to just get it done and over with.
“Now, please.”
“Good choice. Once this spanking is over with, I will share the rest of your options with you. Derek and I spoke at length while you slept and we have some ideas.”
Great, now she had to think about all of that while she was getting her first ever spanking from the sexiest man alive.
“Don’t worry, little one.” Grant tried to reassure her. “We want you to succeed and we will do everything in our power to see that happen.”
“Thank you,” she replied with as much sincerity as she could convey. It was a relief to know she wasn’t going to have to beg her mother and father to let her move back home.
“Don’t thank me yet. Come on.” He stood and walked across the room. Grabbing a straight back wooden chair, he set it in the middle of the floor.
“But I’m naked,” she reminded him.
“Clothes just get in the way, anyway. Now come here.” He sat in the chair and patted his lap.
“Can’t you spank me on the bed?” she asked, stalling as much as humanly possible.
“The bed is for pleasure, the chair is for punishment. Do I need to count to three to get you moving?”
Molly felt her lady parts tingle at his proclamation. The idea of him pleasuring her in his bed was a lovely one. Much better than the situation currently staring her in the face.
“One. I have to warn you, little girl, you do not want me to get to three.”
“What happens at three?”
He smiled evilly. “Oh, you’re going to be fun. Let me enlighten you, then. If I get to the count of three, I will drag you out of that bed by your ear and march you right to the corner. Then, instead of introducing you to spanking by only using my hand, I will retrieve the wooden spoon and use that. After your spanking you will find yourself sitting with your sore naked bottom on a hard little stool that has been made especially for very naughty little girls and you won’t leave that stool until you have written ‘I will obey all personnel at Rawhide University in a timely manner’, fifty times, minimum.” He paused for a second, and then finished his menacing monologue. “Two.”
Without a second thought, Molly jumped off the bed, taking the sheet with her and closed the gap between them as quickly as her body would move.
Grant laughed, “Good choice. And just so you know, that wasn’t a onetime threat. That was a warning should you ever decide to test me in the future.”
Molly’s body shook with nervous energy as Grant took her hand and guided her over his knee. She was thankful he’d let her keep the sheet, for now at least. Not many people had seen her naked and even though Grant was already on that short list, she’d been high when it happened. It was a lot easier to be naked in front of someone when you were high.
“I know this is a new position for you, but I want you to be as comfortable as possible. My intent is to redden your bottom not cause harm to any other part of your body. You need to tell me if something doesn’t feel right, okay?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“If there is pain or stress anywhere but your bottom, you say ‘red’ and I will stop immediately, and that goes for emotional pain as well, okay?”
Molly didn’t know how a spanking would cause emotional pain, but she nodded regardless.
“Words please, little one.”
“Yes, Sir,” she responded. Everything about this was new. The care he had bestowed upon her when she’d made such a stupid decision, the concern he was showing now for her well-being, even though he was about to spank her butt, and the dedication he had to her success was all very heart-warming. She hoped the spanking would get rid of some of her guilt. That was what she had always hoped for. She held so much guilt inside for every little thing and she longed to be cleansed of that overpowering feeling. It was precisely why she liked getting high; it numbed all of her guilt to a manageable level. At least until the high wore off.
“Good girl. I’m going to let you keep the sheet for a little while, but before we are done, you will be feeling the full force of my hand spanking your bare bottom.”
Chapter Five
That last statement was all the warning she had before her spanking began, and whatever romanticized notion she’d ever had about being spanked over the knee of a sexy man flew right out the window, along with her dignity. Grant was not playing around and even with the barrier of the sheet protecting her from the full sting of his palm, it hurt and she let him know it.
Scissoring her legs, she twisted her body back and forth to try to break free of his hold. It didn’t work. The arm around her waist was like a steel band, pinning her in place.
“That’s enough, little girl. Your naughty bottom is getting some well-deserved discipline and you are not getting up until you’re convinced your choices to break the rules were not worth it.”
It already wasn’t worth it. “Ow. Okay. I get it. Stop! I won’t do it again,” she squealed, still fighting to escape his swats.
“Oh you won’t? You’re convinced already? Well that was easy.” Grant stopped spanking and jolted her into a standing position in front of him. Dusting off his hands, he finished, “I guess my work here is done. Head on back to your dorm room and think twice about lighting up again, huh?”
Molly stood, dizzy from the quick position change, and stunned at his words.
“Is that it?” she asked, unsure why she was pushing the issue. Yes, the spanking hurt, but she was nowhere near feeling punished enough to make the slithering serpent of guilt wrapped around her stomach go away.
“You said to stop. You’ve learned your lesson and will make better decisions. That’s what you said, right? Did I get that wrong?”
She shook her head back and forth as he spoke. No, this was wrong, all wrong. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.
“Use your words, little one,” Grant coaxed.
“I… I don’t… I need…” She didn’t know what she should say. The feelings were spiraling inside her brain and she couldn’t sort them out.
“You need more, don’t you?” he encouraged. “You need me to follow through on everything I’ve said so far and you need to feel cleansed for being so naughty?”
She nodded, tears blurring her vision.
“Come sit here.” He patted his knee and she all but jumped into his arms. Rocking back and forth, he silenced all her confusion. “I was never planning on letting you walk out of here after a couple of love taps, little one. I just needed you to realize some things, and I think you have and I’m proud of you for not taking the easy way out. You showed me exactly what I needed to see, the desire to submit. You don’t want to be in charge, do you, sweet girl?”
“No, Sir. I don’t. I can’t. I feel stupid that I can’t manage my own life without consequences hanging over my head, but I can’t.”
“You are not stupid. You are enrolled in a college that is connected to one of the most well-known BDSM resorts in the world. Do you know how many applicants we turn away? Applicants who need exactly what y
ou need in order to succeed. You are not alone. You’re surrounded by people just like you and others who want to help people just like you. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
“I think so.” She more than thought so, and it was comforting to hear.
“Good. Rule number four: no more calling yourself names.”
“What? Number four? What happened to one through three?”
“Rule number one is that you will address me properly, especially when I’m about to blister your butt,” he replied sternly and she shrunk into herself.
“Oh, sorry, um, Sir?”
“Better. Rule number two is no more drug use of any kind.”
“I kind of figured that.”
“And rule number three is no cussing.”
“That one might be tough,” she admitted. She’d picked up quite the colorful vocabulary in college.
“We will work on it. I’m not here to give you arbitrary rules, nor will you ever be punished by me or anyone else here at The Ranch for something that has not already been laid out as a rule. You will always receive a warning first.”
“That’s comforting.”
“But, we are here because you did indeed break a clear-cut rule, didn’t you?”
The comfort flew right out the window, along with her stomach, at the reminder of exactly what was happening in that moment. “Do I have to answer that?”
“You do. You will always answer me in the most honest way that you can.”
“Is that Rule number five?” she replied with more sass than she really should have.
“It was in the packet you signed. It falls under respecting the staff.”
“I really need to re-read that thing,” she mumbled.
“Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of time this week to get reacquainted with the entire student handbook, but we will discuss that later. For now, I want you to tell me that you have been naughty and then ask me nicely to punish you.”
Molly’s stomach twisted inside of her and she was more embarrassed than she could ever imagine being. “I don’t know if I can do that.”
“You can.” He nudged her into a standing position between his knees and turned her to face him. “I’ll help you this time, but if we see ourselves here again in the future, I won’t be so nice, got me?”
She wasn’t sure exactly what he was offering to help her with, but nodded anyway.
“Repeat after me: I was a very naughty girl yesterday.”
She shook her head and tried to pull her hands from his, but he didn’t let her go.
“Would you like to go stand with your nose in the corner first? Will that put you into a more obedient mood?”
Oh hell, there was no way to get out of this without melting into a pile of embarrassed goo, but she was pretty positive she didn’t want to stand in the corner. “I was a very naughty girl yesterday,” she mumbled.
“And I need to be punished so that I can be a good girl from here on out.”
Molly tried to swallow past the lump in her throat, but her mouth was too dry. Without missing a beat, Grant reached beneath the chair and came up with a water bottle. “Drink. We need to get you re-hydrated.”
“Thank you.” She took the bottle and drank as much as she could before handing it back to Grant.
He took it, set it back down by the chair, and looked at her expectantly.
Molly took a deep breath and forced the words out as fast as she could. “And I need to be punished so that I can be a good girl from here on out.”
“Good girl. I’ll be happy to help you with that.” Using his grip on her hands, he upended her over his knee once again, but this time there were no ‘love taps.’ They felt more like ‘hate taps’ as each one seared through the sheet and right to her bottom. She fought to stay still and accept what he was giving her and let it all settle in deep, but after about the sixth swat, she couldn’t. She didn’t tell him to stop, though. She didn’t want him to stop. She needed the discipline. She craved it, but boy did it hurt.
Yelping and crying out, she twisted her body every which way to get him to stop spanking the exact same place over and over again, but it didn’t work. He kept right on going, and only paused for a second to rid her of her last shred of protection.
“You’ve got a nice pink glow going on,” he informed her. “I promise it will be a bright fiery red when we are all finished.”
That was not what she wanted to hear. Why couldn’t he just leave her pink? Pink was a nice color. It wasn’t her favorite, but it was nice.
Grant started spanking again, but it felt like he was spanking way harder and faster than before. The shock of it all took her breath away.
“I’m sorry, I’m going to be a good girl, I promise,” she declared when oxygen filled her lungs once more.
“I’m glad to hear that, and I will be right here to make sure you uphold that promise.”
Molly was convinced he wouldn’t need to make sure of anything because she would never be able to sit comfortably again after the spanking she was receiving. The sting of his hand was intense, but her body was too tired to fight any longer.
Giving in to the pain, she sagged over his knee and focused on keeping her tears at bay. This man had basically seen all of her worsts already, she wasn’t about to break down and cry like a blubbering idiot. She clamped her teeth tight and held onto the leg of the chair.
“Twelve more,” he so kindly informed her. She wished he hadn’t. Those last twelve were the worst yet, and it felt like they took an hour to get through.
Thankfully, he was true to his word and after the twelfth smack to her upper thigh, he pulled her into a sitting position in his lap.
“Why are you fighting me so hard?” he asked.
“What? I’m not. I actually stopped fighting.”
“You tensed up and stopped reacting. That’s not a good way to take a spanking.”
“Well, excuse me for not knowing exactly how to behave while getting my ass beat.” She rolled her eyes. She couldn’t help but feel angry. She was doing her best and all he wanted to do was judge her.
Grant sighed and shook his head. “Oh little one, you’re going to give me a run for my money. This will not be the only spanking you get today, I can feel it.”
“I’ll be good. I don’t want another spanking.”
“You’re not supposed to want it, at least not where punishment is concerned. Of course, not all spankings are disciplinary.”
Molly bit her lip, unsure where he was going with his train of thought, but hoping he was driving the one way express all the way back to his bed.
Ding, ding. Next stop: O-town. Ding, ding.
The sting of the spanking was morphing into a tingly warmth and her core ached with need. She would let this man do just about anything to her right at this moment.
“There are therapeutic spankings as well.”
And just like that, her hopes for an orgasm were crushed. “I don’t need therapy.” She pouted. “Not that kind anyway.”
He hooked his finger under her chin. “What is it you think you need, little one?”
Her lip was sore from how hard she was biting it, but there was no way in hell she was going to let herself admit what she was feeling. This was his job, any romanticized notions she had about them was going to stay in her mind where it belonged. She could take care of her needy desires later when she was alone. “I’m hungry,” she lied. “I should probably get some breakfast and go back to my room.”
“I have breakfast being delivered from the cafeteria. You and I still have some things to discuss.”
“Oh. Well I guess I should get dressed then.”
“You will dress after we eat, come on.” Standing up, he took her hand and led her out to the kitchen.
“I can’t just walk around naked. I can’t sit and eat naked!”
“You aren’t naked, you’re covered with a sheet. Your clothing hasn’t been delivered yet and there’s no point in getting dressed twice.”
“Who is delivering my clothes? I don’t want random people going through my things, that’s a serious invasion of privacy.” She was full of indignation and getting angrier by the second.
“No one is going through your things. Sit down so we can talk.”
“I don’t want to sit down. I want you to tell me why I can’t get dressed.”
Grant pulled out the chair at his small bistro style table. “I’ve explained my reasons. Would you like another spanking to help you feel a little more obedient? Or would you like to change your tone?”
Molly shifted back and forth, her bottom still felt warm, but it didn’t really hurt anymore.
“I have lots of handy little tools in my kitchen to help a little girl learn how to follow directions. Would you like to have your first ever chat with a wooden spoon this morning?”
“Spoons don’t talk,” she grumbled as she made her way to the table and sat down.
Grant laughed. “They might not talk with words, but they make the most pleasing sound against a trembling bare bottom.” He pushed her chair in slightly and leaned close to her ear. “And they can make a naughty little girl sing my favorite song.”
Goosebumps covered her from head to toe and shuddered, but she held onto her sass as hard as she could. “What song is that?”
Grant rounded the table and sat down across from her. “Twist and Shout is a good one.” He grinned. “But there are quite a few others Rebel Yell, Shout, Cry Me a River, Shaking All Over, Burning Ring of Fire, Whip it, Beat it....”
“Okay, okay, I get it. Thanks, I’ll never be able to listen to any of those songs the same way.” She tried to commit his list to memory; she was going to make a spanking playlist as soon as she got the chance.
“Good.” He winked. “Now, we have a couple things to discuss and before I start, I need you to know that you have a choice in all of this, but Derek and I have spoken at length and come up with a plan to help you. I want you to feel free to ask any questions you need to, okay?”
“I’m not sure what to say.”
“You don’t need to say anything. Right now your job is to listen.”