Cowboy Daddies: Two Western Romances

by Amelia Smarts;Jane Henry

  The ruler tapped against her bottom. “One more, and then Daddy’s got a little surprise for you.”

  The final swat landed. She cried out and collapsed on the desk, all her muscles relaxing. Then his hand covered her backside, stroking it softly as she caught her breath and sniffled. She wasn’t exactly crying, but the pain had caused her eyes to water.

  “You’re very sensitive, sweetheart,” he said. “Your bottom is only a little pink, but it’s clear that was difficult for you to take. You’d do well never to misbehave badly enough to get Daddy’s belt on your tender little bottom.”

  She could only whimper at that thought.

  “Don’t worry, only the very worst of offenses would warrant that, and I can tell you’re a good girl.”

  As he rubbed her cheeks, the heat concentrated on that area spread to her sex. His callused hand scraped lightly against her punished skin, causing little bursts of stinging pleasure. The ache between her legs grew. She wriggled her bottom, wanting to feel more. She willed his hand to travel south around the curve of her cheeks to touch her molten core, but he only patiently soothed her burning cheeks.

  Her back arched of its own accord, shoving her bottom into his hand.

  He stopped rubbing. “What are you doing, Abigail?”

  She mewled and wiggled against him until he grabbed hold of her right ass cheek. She gasped. His fingers burrowing into her flesh ignited the burn of the spanking.

  “Are you teasing Daddy, little girl?” he asked.

  She looked back at him over her shoulder and blinked rapidly. Her eyes traveled to his crotch. The only thing between his cock and her pussy was his jeans, and all she wanted to hear was the sound of a zipper. She needed him deep inside of her. “Please,” she whimpered, her pleading eyes meeting his smoldering gaze.

  He cleared his throat and let go of her bottom, and she let out a small sob of protest. She stood from her bent position and turned to face him. She saw his raging erection even through the jeans, and she felt the raw power of knowing she’d done that to him. It might be fucked up how aroused she’d gotten from the punishment, but at least she wasn’t alone.

  When she reached out and unzipped his trousers, it was basic instinct, an animalistic impulse. She needed what was behind the cotton barrier as much as she needed food or water.

  Clay grabbed her wrist and wrapped it behind the small of her back along with her other wrist. His one-handed cuff caused her chest to protrude forward. Her naked, flushed breasts rose and fell with her short pants as she eyed him with hunger.

  “Did Daddy say you could touch his cock, little girl?” he scolded.

  She licked her lips and shook her head, staring into his dark eyes. “I’m sorry,” she said breathily.

  His other hand took hold of a fist of her hair at the nape of her neck and he glowered at her. She could hardly move with both her hands and her hair trapped in his grip. “You’ve been naughty, Abigail. You think you deserve Daddy’s cock after being naughty?” He snarled the words.

  “No, but please,” she said, a hint of desperation in her voice. She felt like she might go mad if she didn’t fill the void that currently ached to be stretched and claimed.

  He grunted and let go of her momentarily, but she was quickly gathered into a one-armed embrace against his hip. He bent her over so that her hair spilled forward around her face as he lifted her squirming, naked body clear off the floor. He applied his palm to her bottom, again and again, the slaps echoing against the walls of the office along with her yelps of protest. He lectured her between smacks. “You don’t ever (smack) touch Daddy’s cock (smack, smack) without permission (smack)!”

  The spanking was much lighter than the one that had taken place by the old bunkhouse, but his message of displeasure was clear, especially since he made no effort to smack around the stripes left by the ruler. She squirmed and whimpered, telling him over and over how sorry she was for unzipping him, and it wasn’t long before he finished. When he did, he dragged her to his chair and planted her over his lap.

  “No, Daddy!” she cried, genuinely distressed. “No more spanking!”

  “This isn’t punishment, baby girl,” he said, his voice now kind. “Daddy’s feeling generous and he’s going to soothe your ache. Spread those beautiful legs for me.”

  She obeyed and gasped when his warm hand slipped between her legs and covered the entirety of her pussy. He groaned. “Christ, you’re soaked.”

  She flushed hotly, embarrassed over having become so turned on by a very painful spanking, but his next move made her forget her shame. He worked his fingers into her slit and caressed her entrance, then located her clit and squeezed it gently between his thumb and forefinger. Her whole body jerked from the pressure applied to her secret little bud. She gyrated wantonly over his lap as each stroke of his fingers caused sparks of electricity to shoot through her body.

  The walls of her pussy clamped down, so desperate to latch on to something that wasn’t there. She needed him inside of her, even if it was just his fingers. “Please,” she moaned, while his hand worked her swollen, bare nether lips. A sharp spank directly over her vaginal hole took her breath away.

  Her words of protest swirled in her head, mixing with the confusion of her unmet lust. “You spanked my… That was my…”

  “I know what it was,” he said, spanking her sex again. “Don’t think your pretty, greedy little pussy is exempt from discipline.”

  She nearly came right then. She felt so possessed and vulnerable, her entire body at his mercy. If Daddy wanted to spank her bottom, he would, and if he wanted to spank her pussy, he’d do that too. He wouldn’t give her his cock or even his fingers until he was good and ready.

  After some more fondling, working her into a frenzy, he applied pressure to her entrance and slipped in one finger. She cried out with the pleasure of it and nearly came apart as another finger joined her channel.

  “You’re so tight, baby. Daddy’s cock would split you in two.” He opened his two strong fingers, spreading her apart. She felt her legs widen in a silent invitation for him to claim more of her, harder and deeper.

  “Such a needy, horny little girl,” he mocked as his fingers returned to her pulsing bud. He swirled his finger around her clit, flicking and massaging it.

  “Unghhhh!” she cried nonsensically, her desperation for relief growing by the second.

  “Come for me, baby,” he said, thrumming his fingers fast over her clit.

  Her toes curled, her back arched, and the waves of her orgasm began. The orgasm went on and on, with each new wave of pleasure rocking her to the core. Eventually she collapsed over Clay’s lap, spent, very sore, and deeply satisfied.

  Chapter Four

  Clay stared down at the girl panting over his lap. He’d thought she was pretty from the moment he laid eyes on her, but damn, he hadn’t realized what a hot little sex kitten he’d brought home. His heart swelled with pride and affection. She’d allowed him to take possession of her body and had accepted the pain and pleasure he’d inflicted, and he saw that for what it was—a display of trust from a woman who clearly didn’t trust very many people.

  His cock still ached to bury itself into her wet, hot pussy, but he would hold off. He thought making love for the first time should happen in a bed. He envisioned lots of stroking and whispering of sweet nothings. Taking her hard over his desk didn’t seem right, at least not in the beginning.

  He knew he was lucky she was there to begin with. He’d half-expected her to be gone when he returned from his errand. In fact, that was the reason he’d left her alone, so she could decide without any pressure whether she wanted to stay in his house and accept the arrangement. If he was going to punish and reward her like a daddy would, it had to be with her full consent.

  He’d placed her in direct contact with the stash of money in his desk because he didn’t want her to agree to his idea out of desperation and a need to have a roof over her head. I
f she’d taken the money and fled, he wouldn’t have pursued her. He wanted to help her, since it was clear she’d had little in the way of help thus far, and he could afford to give her that.

  His heart had leapt with joy when he’d walked into his office and found her still there. A smile pulled at his lips, remembering how she’d glared at him and pouted just like a child would about being asked to do something she didn’t want to do. She’d failed to obey her very first order under their new arrangement, and he knew at that moment they were full speed ahead. She needed a daddy, and he wanted to give her what she needed.

  “Would you like to see your surprise now?” he asked, giving her pink bottom a pat.

  She scrambled off his lap and reached for her robe. Her hair fell messily around her face. After she tightened the belt around her waist, she tucked her hair behind both ears and grinned at him. “You mean that wasn’t it?”

  He laughed and shook his head. “Follow me,” he said, standing.

  He made a stop in the hallway bathroom and washed his hands before continuing the short trek to the kitchen. Abby trailed behind him. When he picked up the little velvet black box at the center of the breakfast table, he suddenly felt nervous. What if she hated it?

  He cleared his throat. “Here you go,” he said, placing it in her hand. “If you don’t like it, no worries. I can take it back.”

  She opened the box slowly, and her eyes widened when she saw what was inside. She looked at him questioningly. “What’s this?”

  “It’s a gold chain, fourteen carats. I thought you might like to have an upgrade to the one you’re currently using for your locket.”

  Tears flooded her eyes, which concerned Clay. He hadn’t expected her to cry, only for her to say thank you or to reject it outright.

  “I’m sorry,” he said. “You don’t have to accept it, honey, if you like the chain you have.”

  “N-no, it’s not that. I love it, Clay. No one’s ever gotten me something so beautiful. No one’s ever noticed me enough to get this kind of gift for me. I just… I don’t know what to say.”

  He let out a breath of relief. “I think you’ve said all you need to. I’m glad you like it. I left some clothes for you on the bed in your room too—not many, but enough to hold you over until I can take you shopping.”

  She launched herself into his arms. “I can’t believe this is real, that you’re real. Thank you for being so nice to me.”

  He wrapped his arms around her and breathed in the scent of her hair. He didn’t think the gifts were that big of a deal, but he was glad they’d made her happy. She was so unspoiled and void of entitlement. The very fact that she didn’t ask for anything made him want to give her the world.

  How different she was to his last girlfriend who had demanded everything from him—time, money, energy. It had never been enough. He mentally shook himself. Abby wasn’t his girlfriend, and yet he was already sure he wanted her to be.

  Chapter Five

  Clay’s feelings for Abby developed as the days, and then the weeks, passed. She quit her job at Dairy Queen and took on the role of housekeeper and cook. She nervously asked him if he would please give her a small salary in addition to room and board. Of course, he obliged. That had been the plan to begin with. She asked for ten dollars an hour and wouldn’t accept any more, though Clay would have gladly doubled that. She kept a detailed record of every hour she spent performing her duties, and Clay paid her every Saturday.

  She eventually confided in him that she was saving up money to send her sister to music school. Though Clay thought that was noble, he didn’t like that she’d made such big sacrifices to help her sister’s dreams and not her own. When he mentioned that, she waved him off dismissively, saying she didn’t have any dreams of her own. That bothered him as well. He knew this was only because no one had noticed her enough to figure out her strengths and guide her while she was growing up. That made him all the more determined to give her the care and discipline she needed to find and fulfill her dreams.

  Clay also learned fairly early on that Abby would never ask him for anything, even if she needed it. He happened to notice that they were out of cleaning solution, so he bought some at the drugstore and brought it home. Upon giving it to her, she thanked him and explained that she had been mixing her own cleaner out of baking soda and vinegar. While he admired her innovation, he informed her that from now on she was to tell him when she needed something to make her life easier.

  He administering some stern lessons about that more than once, insisting that she had to put aside her pride and ask her daddy for what she needed. He thought he’d gotten through to her about that by affirming for her over and over that he would not berate her for her needs. But this personality trait of hers was not something he could spank out of her, at least not overnight.

  As he had promised her, in addition to providing discipline, he also rewarded her for being good. He delighted in making her happy and would try to figure out ways in which to do so by observing her behavior, since she would never say outright what she wanted. Upon noticing how often Abby talked to her sister, he suggested that she drive the hundred-mile journey to visit her using his truck.

  “Umm, I don’t know. Who’s going to cook for you while I’m gone?” Abby asked, biting her lip.

  That wasn’t the reaction Clay had expected, thinking instead that she would show some excitement over the idea, but he supposed it wasn’t too out of the ordinary for her. She was always concerned about not taking advantage of his kindness, no matter how many times he assured her she wasn’t. “Don’t worry about that, honey. I didn’t starve before I met you. I can take care of myself for a few days.”

  “Yeah, but it’s your truck and I’ll be driving it far away. Aren’t men supposed to be attached to their trucks?”

  He snorted with amusement. “I’m attached to you, more important, and I’m letting you out of my sight for a bit, aren’t I?”

  She continued to worry her bottom lip until suddenly her eyes brightened. “I know! Why don’t you come with me? It’ll be fun—a road trip! And I’d love for you to meet Daisy.”

  Clay hated to disappoint her, but his work at the ranch was keeping him busy for ten hours or more most days. “Sorry, hon. It’s the wrong season for me to leave the ranch. I promise to go with you at some point in the future though.”

  Her face fell, and her bottom lip protruded slightly in a pout, as it did whenever she was about to behave like a little girl and whine to Daddy. “But I’ll miss you.”

  Her voice sounded so small and sad that he decided to sit down and place her on his lap, where he could cuddle her in the way that made her feel safe and secure. “You don’t have to go, sweet girl. I just figured you might be missing your sister is all.”

  “Oh, I do!” she said. “I would love to see her. I’m not sure whether I should, though…”

  He didn’t understand her hesitation. He planted a kiss on her cheek. “Think about how much fun it would be to hang out and catch up on everything.”

  “I suppose there’s no good reason for me to say no,” she said slowly.

  “I certainly can’t think of any, and I think it would be good for you. How long has it been since you’ve seen her?” Clay asked.

  “More than six months,” she admitted. “I do miss her horribly. All right, I’ll go.” She didn’t sound too enthused, but he didn’t analyze the reason for that, which he came to regret later.

  The next day Clay handed her the keys of his truck. He placed her small suitcase on the floor of the passenger’s side and helped her buckle in. “Be safe, and call me as soon as you get there,” he admonished. “Is your cell phone all charged up?”

  “Yes.” She held it up to show him the full bar, and Clay frowned at her.

  “Are you okay, sweetheart? You’re shaking.”

  She nodded. “Just excited,” she said, giving him a bright smile.

  “All right.” He gave he
r a searching look. Something seemed off, but he couldn’t imagine what it could be. It passed through his mind that he should make her stay and wrangle whatever was on her mind out of her, but he thought perhaps he was being paranoid. “Have a great time with your sister. I’ll miss you.” He kissed her goodbye and closed the car door.

  He watched as she drove away at a snail’s pace and laughed to himself. He wouldn’t have to worry about her speeding. That was one good thing.

  Four hours passed. He checked his phone often and even turned up the volume to be sure he didn’t miss her call when she arrived. When he called and got her voicemail, it didn’t worry him at first. He’d given her a rule that she wasn’t allowed to talk on the phone while driving.

  By the time five hours rolled around, he was worried. She should have arrived in Dallas by now, even if she’d continued to drive like a nervous old lady the entire way there. He called her for a second time and got no answer. Next, he called her sister, regretting that this was how they would first become acquainted with each other.

  He quickly introduced himself. “Hi, Daisy. Not sure if Abby has said much about me, but I’m Clay, her boyfriend.” It was the first time he’d referred to himself as Abby’s boyfriend, but it felt like the most truthful definition without oversharing.

  “Oh. Hi, Clay!” Daisy said. “I’ve heard a lot of wonderful things about you.”

  He smiled. “Same here. Abby talks about you all the time.”

  “Yeah, we’re really close,” Daisy said. “She’s always watched out for me. Say, I thought she would be here by now. Did the train leave late or something?”

  A chill of fear prickled down his spine as it sank in that Abby hadn’t arrived. Along with his fear, he felt confused. What was Daisy talking about—train?

  “She didn’t take the train, she took my truck, and she left at nine this morning. I thought she was there and had just forgotten to call me.”

  Silence followed, and it lasted so long that Clay worried they’d lost their connection. “You there, Daisy?” he prompted.