Rules For Spanking: MMF Bisexual Romance

by A. Anders

  “I am not shoveling horse poop,” Danielle said mortified that he would even consider her doing such a thing.

  “No ma’am, I’m not asking you to shovel it,” he agreed, his green eyes amused and yet not giving an inch. “All you gotta do is fork the solid and soiled straw into the wheelbarrow. Then when the barrow is full, you empty it on the compost heap. After that you fill it up again and repeat. Even a city girl like you can manage it, I’m sure.”

  “You don’t get it,” she said, lowering her arms, hands fisted. “I am not cleaning these stalls. I don’t care what you think or what my parents think. I’m not doing it!”

  Danielle turned and stomped off, leaving Owen to stare after her. He shook his head and half-smiled before laughing to himself. She was high-spirited, all right. And while he didn’t like her spoiled rich-girl attitude, despite himself, he did find himself liking her strong-willed nature. Feisty girls were certainly fun. So he let her go and set to cleaning the stalls himself. He decided that there would be time enough to let her get settled and adjust to how things were on the ranch. He didn’t have to break his filly on the first day.

  Three days later, though, Owen was tired of her strong will and thoroughly sick of her attitude. His mother had given up with having Danielle help in the chuck hall because the girl was useless with the cleaning. And as far as he Owen knew, his mother had never before given up on anything.

  Owen was almost ready to give up as well. He spent almost all of everyday searching for Danielle while she spent all of everyday finding places to hide to avoid chores. As a break, she would show up for meals. And to close another successfully unproductive day, she would crawl into bed after dark.

  On most days, the only way Owen found her was the smell of cigarette smoke. The ranch hands who smoked knew better than to do so anywhere near the buildings. So whenever Owen smelled it, he knew who it had to be.

  Sometimes, though, he wasn’t able to track it to the source fast enough to find her. He would only find the butt with her lipstick on it ground into the dirt. The first few times he’d found them, he had wondered why she was so careless to leave them behind. Then, after picking up yet another one so his father wouldn’t find it, he saw her a little ways off smirking at him. She waved mockingly, then ran off. That’s when he knew she was doing it on purpose, leaving them for him to find. She was taunting him.

  Staring at yet another cigarette butt, Owen nearly lost his temper. But remembering what his father had said about needing to learn patience, he caught himself. She certainly was teaching him about that. Owen steeled his resolve and put his mind to work on finding some way to end their battle of wills.

  A couple days later, he was waiting for her on the porch when she tried to sneak off again. “Mornin’,” he greeted. “Remember me?”

  “Uh, sure,” Danielle said. “Owen, right?”

  “That’s right,” he replied casually. “Wondering if you might do me a favor?”

  “Um, maybe. What is it?”

  “I was hoping we could try something new today instead of me chasin’ you all over the place and gettin’ nothing done. You don’t like to be told what to do, so, you tell me what you’d be willin’ to do.”

  She looked at him a moment, considering. On the one hand, it was a lot of fun just making him chase her all over. But while she hid, she had also been overhearing what the hands were saying about her. Owen never seemed to say anything himself, but everyone else clearly despised her. Mrs. Slade and the other few women on the ranch refused to talk or even look at her. So, on the other hand…

  “I could brush the horses,” she finally said. “Or comb their hair, or whatever you call it.”

  He nodded. “Okay. I’ll make you a deal, then. I’ll show you how to groom the horses, and then later you can do some riding.” He raised an eyebrow as she started to chew her bottom lip. “You never rode before?”

  “No,” Danielle answered. “I mean, I was on a pony, once, when I was little. But…”

  “Don’t worry,” he said, extending a hand toward the barn. “You’ll do fine. I’ll take care of you.”

  They went into the barn and Owen got her a crate of grooming tools from the tack room. After, he went out to fetch the first horse.

  Danielle looked into the crate, picked up a brush, then put it back down. Some of the tools looked very strange and like they would hurt the horse. She knew she couldn’t do anything until Owen explained them, so she just waited.

  Immediately bored and sensing an opportunity, Danielle glanced around. She was alone except for the barn cats. She moved toward the door so she could see him coming and pulled out her cigarettes.

  Taking a deep inhale on her lit cig, she thought about Owen. It had surprised her that he was willing to ask what she wanted to do instead of trying to boss her around. She couldn’t remember the last time anybody had asked her something like that. Everyone just tried to give her orders, so of course she didn’t listen. But Owen, it seemed, had finally figured out that she could be perfectly reasonable if she was just asked instead of bullied.

  Danielle heard hooves thudding behind her much closer than she expected. She had thought he would be coming from the other way giving her more time. Startled, she flicked the cigarette away without thinking and hurried back to the crate, trying to seem bored.

  Owen’s gaze fixed on her as soon as he reached the barn doorway. “Please tell me you weren’t smoking in here,” he said, clearly angry.

  “I wasn’t,” Danielle replied immediately. She was able to hold his gaze steadily because she was so used to lying to her parents. She knew that even if he caught her, there was really nothing he could do about it.

  His expression made it clear that he didn’t believe her, but without evidence, argument was pointless. He tugged the lead rope, and the horse stepped forward, seeming nervous.

  The animal’s ears were twitching quickly, its head was up, nostrils flared, tail flicking fast side to side. As Owen tried to guide it to the front of a stall, it started to almost dance, taking rapid steps and tossing its head.

  “Easy,” Owen said, tightening his grip on the rope as he shot another angry glance at Danielle. “Easy, Old Max. Calm down, there, boy. It’s okay.”

  “What’s wrong with him?” she asked, watching as the cowboy attempted to control the nervous horse.

  “Something’s spooking him,” Owen said, his irritation with her becoming less important as he needed to focus on the animal. The horse put its ears back and reared, uttering a low whinny of fear. “What the hell –”

  “Maybe he just –” Danielle began.

  “Oh, you stubborn girl!” Owen exploded, releasing the rope and letting the horse bolt out of the barn. When the animal had reared he had known something had to be really wrong. Old Max was the most patient and sensible horse on the ranch, the one they always used for guests who had never been near a horse before. He never panicked or spooked. Only one thing would set Old Max off like that, and sure enough, when he had half-turned and given a sniff, the unmistakable smell of smoke was there.

  Owen looked into the stall and saw the straw was smoldering. Looking closer, right in the middle of the charred spot was one of Danielle’s lipstick smeared cigarettes. Even as he watched, some of the straw flared up and began burning.

  Out of the corner of his eye, Owen saw Danielle headed for the door as well. “Don’t you dare move,” he growled as he leapt into the stall and stomped out the fire. To his surprise, Danielle obeyed, watching him with wide eyes as he ensured not the smallest ember remained to threaten the barn. As he stepped out of the stall, he could barely contain his fury.

  “Do you have any idea what you nearly did?” he demanded.

  “I’m sorry,” she blurted, twisting her fingers tightly together. “I didn’t – I mean, I just – I’m sorry!”

  He walked up to her. “Sorry wouldn’t mean anything if the place started burning or if the horses got hurt. Don’t you ever think of anybody but yourse
lf?”

  Danielle had dropped her hands and her gaze as he spoke. But when he asked her that, accused her like that, she glared at him and crossed her arms over her chest.

  “I said I was sorry. If you people would just let me have a smoke somewhere now and then, it wouldn’t have happened.” She tossed her head and started to turn away. “I don’t see what the big deal is, anyway. You put it out before anything really happened.”

  Owen, for a moment, was too angry to respond. Over the years there had been plenty of foolish tourists that did silly things on the ranch. But never had he had to deal with one so selfish and careless as her. Despite her saying “sorry,” it was obvious she didn’t really feel any responsibility for what could have happened. It was just a word she thought was going to make everything okay.

  “Around here, when a child does something so reckless and thoughtless, we take it real serious,” he told her, taking hold of her arm before she could leave. “It’s clear you never been taught your actions have consequences.”

  “Let me go,” Danielle demanded, trying to twist her arm away. “I’m not a child!”

  Owen’s grip could not be broken. Years of wrangling cattle and horses made handling her an easy task. He pulled her over toward the stall door and put a boot up onto the bottom rail. “You’re too old to be acting like one, that’s for sure,” he agreed. “But if you’re gonna act like one, then you can be damn sure I’m gonna treat you like one.”

  “Let me go,” she repeated, louder, as she continued to fight uselessly. “Who do you think you are?” Instead of answering, he hauled her forward over his upraised knee. For a moment Danielle just continued to struggle. Then, with horror, she realized what he was about to do.

  “Don’t you dare!” she yelled.

  His reply was a hard palm against her butt and she let out another yell. She started kicking, trying desperately to free herself from his grip. But despite only holding her with one hand, he had no trouble keeping her over his knee.

  Danielle had never been subjected to such treatment in her life. It was barbaric, unthinkable, and yet her heart was racing. Her breath quickened, and it didn’t have anything to do with her fury. The exact spot his hand had connected on her ass felt hot as if he had branded her. From it, warmth was spreading, sliding between her legs, filling her with heat that was as far from anger as she was from home.

  When his hand connected again, she gasped. The heat sank deeper and spread further, and her nipples hardened. She didn’t understand why her body was reacting this way. Her mind wanted him to stop, but her body clearly wanted the opposite. Even if this rough touch was not erotic to him, it was to her.

  With the third spank, she bit her lower lip and moaned deep in her throat. The hot feeling had filled her entirely and she was sure her face was bright red. She continued to kick and squirm, and his other hand tightened on her back, pushing her down harder against his thigh. Her body responded with a fresh surge of heat between her legs, her pussy lips becoming engorged and pressing at the fabric covering them.

  At the fourth spank, Danielle stopped kicking and moaned again. She lifted her hands to her face and her cheeks were so hot her palms felt like ice. Never in her life had she experienced any of this.

  Danielle had to bite her lip harder to keep from blurting out something mortally embarrassing. She wanted to say something like he could do anything he wanted, tie her up, spank her, anything.

  When she stopped kicking and sagged across his thigh, Owen thought she had gotten the message. He let her go, stepping back as she straightened up.

  Danielle was outraged. How dare he hit her – no, spank her like a naughty child. But at the same time, greater than her outrage, she was undeniable aroused. It had been infuriating, yes, and humiliating to have him treat her like that. But it was also intensely thrilling to feel those strong hands on her, to know this gorgeous cowboy could make her comply to his will.

  Owen, for his part, was afraid to meet her gaze. He had acted impulsively, meting out the kind of punishment everyone around there was used to. But she was a rich girl from the city, and obviously those kind of people raised their kids different. More important, she was the daughter of the owner of the ranch. He had done it to teach her how actions have consequences and now he, and potentially his whole family, could face some serious consequences of their own.

  “I best catch Old Max,” he said gruffly turning away.

  “What should I do?” she asked, suddenly wanting to please him.

  “Whatever you want. You will anyway.” He turned his head a bit as if he was going to glance back at her, but stopped before she could see his expression. “Quit smoking in the barn. I mean it.”

  “I will,” she promised. She actually meant it, for once, too. It wasn’t that she was intimidated by the spanking, she realized as she waited for him to come back. She wanted Owen to like her. And that wasn’t because he was handsome. It was because of the way he had finally asked her what she wanted to do. And then she had ruined it by smoking in the barn, starting the fire and making him so angry.

  ‘No,’ she admitted to herself. It was probably lying about it that made him so angry. Lying and acting like a child. She felt her cheeks warm as she thought about the spanking again. What would he be like if he wasn’t angry? He was so strong. He could just grab her and toss her down and do anything he wanted. She realized she was breathing fast with a hand on her chest.

  Danielle decided that instead of simply waiting and daydreaming, she would show him that she could do better. She found the muck fork and wheelbarrow and got the scorched straw out of the stall. When Owen still hadn’t returned by the time she finished, she decided to brave the stink and get the rest of the soiled straw out too.

  Once that stall was done and Owen still hadn’t come back, Danielle wasn’t sure what to do. She finally decided to take the straw out to the compost heap even though the wheelbarrow wasn’t full. While outside, she saw Owen talking with his father. Old Max was standing calmly between them. Neither man looked her way. She quickly dumped the load on the pile, then hurried back inside. She wanted Owen to see she was hard at work without being told.

  She cleaned three more stalls, but no one came into the barn. Finally it occurred to her that he wasn’t coming back. He had meant it about doing what she wanted. He had been angry enough to give up on her just like his mother and everyone else around the ranch had.

  Danielle sat down on a stool and fought tears. It wasn’t fair. Just because she had messed up didn’t mean everyone should just decide she should be ignored. She hated being ignored almost more than anything. She reached for the cigarettes in her pocket then stopped. She should at least get out of the barn. Maybe even go down to the road.

  She sighed and stood up. She glanced at the stall she had opened but not yet started to muck out. Hearing a voice, she looked up. Nobody came in.

  Gaining a sense of resolve, she lifted her chin. These people thought they knew her, but they didn’t know anything about her. They thought she was a lazy spoiled rich city girl. Well, she would show them. Just because she refused to let them order her around didn’t mean she was afraid to work. Owen had said she could do what she wanted. What she wanted right now more than anything was to show them all that they were totally wrong about her. She wanted Owen to see that she could do something right.

  Danielle took a breath, squared her shoulders and picked up the fork. Maybe these people would never like her, maybe Owen would never like her, but by the time she left, they would have to admit they had been wrong about her. She would make sure of that.

  That night, as she stripped off her clothes waiting for the tub to fill, she thought again about how Owen had spanked her. The outrage was gone. All that remained was the memory of his strength and what it had done to her. It wasn’t a frightening sort of helplessness, it was erotic and thrilling. She ran her hands over her full curves, closing her eyes, wishing they were his hands. She then stepped into the tub and sank int
o the water. But instead of simply bathing, she slipped a hand between her legs and thought of Owen, the way he smiled, the way he moved.

  Her body responded at once, nipples, clitoris and pussy lips all becoming erect. It wasn’t just his looks. She had been with good-looking guys. There was something else about him, something that just drew her to him.

  She brought her other hand down to join the first as she closed her eyes. Danielle spread her legs and used the fingers of her left hand to spread her lips as she slowly began to stroke her clit with her right index finger.

  Owen was self-assured without being arrogant, she considered. Maybe that was it; quietly capable, and so strong.

  She remembered his grip on her arm when he had grabbed her to spank her. Her finger pressed harder on her clit. She moaned softly as her pulse quickened. He was a man who could take anything he wanted and she wanted to be taken.

  Danielle gasped and started rubbing. What if he saw her like this? What would he say if he knew what she was thinking? If he knew that it had turned her on to be spanked, would he be disgusted?

  Danielle bit her lip then shook her head. She suspected he might be a little shocked, but not disgusted. Not Owen. If he knew how it had made her feel, if he saw her right now…

  “I’m such a naughty girl,” she murmured, rubbing her clit harder and thinking about how it had felt to be bent over his thigh.

  Similar heat bloomed through her, but it was tame in comparison to what his touch had inspired. She thought about him opening the bathroom door, somehow knowing she was fantasizing about him as she touched herself. She imagined his soft drawl and knowing gaze as he reached for her.

  “You sure are a naughty girl, missy,” he would say, those strong hands pulling her up easily out of the tub. “I know just how to deal with a wild thing like you.” And he would bend her over his knee again and spank her bare ass. Danielle moaned loudly, then slid two fingers into her throbbing pussy. She groaned.