Chapter Nine
From that moment on, Marnie worked harder than she ever had in her life. Most of the business’ problems, as far as she was concerned, were marketing. It was one thing to take people on breath-taking treks, but if nobody knew the place existed, that was a problem.
The current website had been made on an old free web builder sometime in the 1990s and had never been updated. Marnie put her skills to good use, even with intermittent internet that came over the phone lines and downloaded every image painfully slowly.
During the day she worked with the horses and Sam and at night, she slaved over the internet side of things. Sam was encouraging, though he didn’t really seem to fully understand what she was doing, and he definitely didn’t understand the value of it.
“You don’t even have a Facebook page? Instagram? Snapchat?”
He looked at her blankly.
“You must have heard of Facebook,” she said. “Nobody gets away with not knowing Facebook.”
He gave a little shrug. He wasn’t really listening anyway. He was watching the rugby. The All Blacks were playing Australia and it was a national point of pride that they won. Losing to the Aussies was like a spear right through the heart of the country, and Sam and Magda were glued to the television.
Marnie hadn’t ever really been a rugby sort of girl, but it was cute that Sam liked it. He was such a bloke.
“I’m going to start you a Facebook page.”
“Yes!” Sam exploded off the couch, shaking his fist in victory. Marnie felt a fraction of a second of pleasure, then she realized it wasn’t her work he was so pleased about, it was some guy having carried a ball over a line. The All Blacks had scored a try. Woo fucking hoo.
“Yeah, just ignore me. It’s not like I’m trying to save your business or anything,” she muttered to herself, rolling her eyes as she turned back to the computer, which had a CRT screen and ran on a version of Windows so old, Clippy was practically her boyfriend now.
“What was that, little girl?”
She glanced over to see Sam’s blue eyes catching her in a piercing look. So he had been listening, even if he didn’t seem like it. Sam always noticed the things she expected him to miss. She really couldn’t get away with anything. In fact, she bet he knew exactly what Facebook was.
“Nothing,” she lied.
“You’ve spent enough time on that computer today,” he decided. “Come and relax.”
“Not yet,” she said absent-mindedly. She was already back into the flow of things. The reception out here was nonexistent, so her phone had been basically useless since she got to Sam’s place. It wasn’t until he dug out this old computer and got her an internet account that she realized how much she had missed out on. Besides, the business was about ten years behind in its marketing, and they were on a tight schedule. They needed bookings and lots of them if they were going to stave off the dairy conglomerate.
“Now, Marnie.”
She ignored him. Back home, she could have uploaded pictures from her phone straight to her laptop. Here, it was tedious process of transferring images from a camera to the PC via a USB cable that ran almost as slowly as the internet did.
Marnie squealed as powerful arms wrapped around her unexpectedly.
“That’s enough,” Sam said, physically picking her up and off the computer. “You’re done for the night, little girl.”
“No, Sam! I’m not. I need to upload and tag and share, and then I need to cross-post to a few sites and…”
“You can download your uploads tomorrow,” Sam said, tossing her over his shoulder as if she didn’t weigh anything more than your average bale of hay. “It’s bedtime.”
“Magda!” Marnie called out to Sam’s aunt, but the woman merely looked up from her knitting and smiled. Magda was firmly team Sam. Dammit.
“But the All Blacks haven’t won yet! Don’t you want to know what the score is?”
“You need to know the score more than I do,” Sam growled, carrying her up the stairs. “Disobeying me, giving me attitude, ignoring me… none of that is acceptable, Marnie.”
“I was working!”
“I’m the boss and I say you’ve done enough work for one day,” Sam said evenly. He deposited Marnie at the top of the stairs and smacked her bottom to encourage her toward the bathroom. The sharp sting didn’t improve Marnie’s mood any, but she didn’t want to test Sam, so she did as she was told and scurried in to brush her teeth.
When she emerged, he was waiting for her.
“What? What did I do now?”
“You’re sleeping with me,” he said flatly. “It’s about time we shared a bed. And I don’t want you sneaking back downstairs to do that internet stuff. We have real work to do in the morning.”
“That is real work, Sam!”
He didn’t get it, and that more than annoyed her.
“You can have all the farms in the universe, you can have horses coming out of your ass, but if you don’t tell people about it, nobody knows! The internet is important, Sam. It could be the key to saving this place.”
“It won’t be the key to saving it tonight,” he said firmly. “And you’re going to be mucking out all the stalls tomorrow as punishment for that attitude. Do you want to do it with a sore ass?”
No. She didn’t. And sleeping in the same bed as Sam did sound nice. They hadn’t really done that yet. It was sort of the final step of ‘moving in.’ Kiwi couples were notorious for falling into relationships largely by accident. Marnie had once been with a guy for six months after they were mistakenly booked into the same hotel room.
Her relationship with Sam hadn’t been quantified yet. Were they boyfriend and girlfriend? She didn’t know. Sam didn’t exactly treat her or date her. He spanked her and fucked her instead. And now he had her by the arm and was marching her to bed, apparently tired of the argument.
“Get in bed and go to sleep,” he ordered, pulling back the cover. She didn’t really have a choice, so she got in and sat there as he got ready for bed, stripping off his rugby jersey and his jeans to reveal the hard lines of his body. He was wearing boxers that stayed on, but other than that he was utterly naked. God, he was hot. She’d never get over his muscles. Washboard abs rippling with the most pedestrian of motions. He could make brushing his teeth look like a peep show.
Hot enough that she almost forgot she was mad at him. He slid into bed next to her and flicked out the light, leaving her annoyed and a little aroused.
“Sam…”
“Go to sleep, Marnie,” he rumbled.
“I can’t sleep.”
He rolled over onto his back and she saw his eyes pale in the little bits of moonlight sneaking through the curtains. “What is it?”
“What are we going to do if we can’t save this place? Are we… are you and I…” She couldn’t quite form the question, but it was simple. Was he going to get rid of her? Would they go their separate ways? Was this a real thing, or just a relationship of kink and convenience to him?
“I’m not letting you go, little girl,” he rumbled, leaning over to press a chaste, affectionate kiss to her cheek. “Now get some sleep. You have to be up in a few hours.”
Marnie nodded and closed her eyes.
“Sam?”
“What?”
“We are going to save this place, right?”
She heard him sigh. “Go to sleep, Marnie.”
Marnie closed her eyes tighter. Nothing was guaranteed, and they both knew it. Sam called her little girl, but he wasn’t treating her like one now. He didn’t lie, or pretend everything was going to be okay. They’d try their best, and that was it. He was right. She really did need her sleep.
* * *
“Stalls, Marnie.” Sam handed her a rake and pointed her toward the wheelbarrow. It was six-thirty in the morning and they had a few people coming in for a trek today. They’d gotten one of the fliers Marnie had gone to Culverden to print out and leave at the dairy counter.
She didn’t cry over having to muck out anymore. Dirt and horseshit was becoming part of her experience. That didn’t mean she liked it. It was real physical labour, the kind of exercise that made a gym entirely unnecessary.
“So unfair,” she complained.
Sam’s hand connected with her jean-clad ass with a solid whack. “Get to work. Now.”
Marnie stuck her tongue out at him, but went to do as she was told. Sam was a steady influence in these hard times. He rarely let the strain of the situation show, especially not when the horses or clients were around. He was as charming and cheerful with them as ever.
Some of the women liked to flirt with Sam. Most of the women did, in fact, though most of the time it was innocent enough. More than one lady perfectly capable of clambering into a saddle would hem and haw on the mounting block and bat their lashes until Sam came and put their foot into the stirrup.
That morning there was one particularly pathetic specimen of a woman who looked limber as a gymnast but insisted that she had no idea how to get onto the saddle.
“You know how to sit down, right?” Marnie tried to keep the growl out of her voice.
“I think it’s better if the professional assists me,” the lady said, her voice haughty with the particular attempt at an upper class accent some rich people liked to put on. It never worked. There was no point trying to sound like fancy kiwi.
The lady looked down her nose at Marnie, a particular derision in her gaze that spoke volumes without her having to say a word. This woman thought Marnie was beneath her. Marnie scowled. When Marnie had first come to the farm, she’d looked better than this Merivale cougar with her perfect makeup, straightened hair, and super-tight leggings that showed every curve and inner fold she had. Sam hadn’t approved of her clothing, but at least she hadn’t showed up with a camel toe. Now she was dressed in dusty jeans and a dirty shirt, her hair was all mussed up, and she hadn’t put on makeup in days.
“It’s so hard to get good help these days,” the woman remarked to her friend.
“Excuse me, bitch?”
The woman gasped in shock, as if she’d never heard a swear word before. The moment the word was out of Marnie’s mouth, she knew she’d made a mistake. She was tired and grumpy and not in the mood for people being rude to her, but that wasn’t any excuse. At least Sam hadn’t heard…
“Marnie. Barn. Now.”
Marnie turned around to see Sam standing behind her, his arms folded, a knee-quiveringly serious expression on his face.
She put her head down and went to the barn, knowing she was in deep shit. Sam followed after her, and once they were out of sight of the customers, slapped her ass hard enough to make her yelp, then grabbed her arm and practically dragged her into the office.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“She was trying to hit on you,” Marnie growled. “And she was rude to me!”
“So you insulted a client? While we’re trying to save this place you think it’s a good idea to call customers names?”
“If they fit,” Marnie shrugged.
“I will deal with you later, little girl,” Sam said sternly. “I’m not holding the ride over this—but you are in trouble.”
Marnie bit her lower lip as Sam strode away.
It wasn’t fair! That up-herself woman out there was a bitch. She was old enough to be Sam’s mother yet she was unabashedly hitting on him! Marnie growled under her breath as she sank down into Sam’s swivelly chair. It so wasn’t fair! Marnie had worked hard all morning. She’d mucked out stables, saddled up horses, worked her guts out, to help Sam. Now that Merivale cougar out there got to go riding with Sam while Marnie did… well… nothing. She glanced around Sam’s office. He’d obviously had a clean-out since she’d accidentally found that letter from the bank. Now there were no papers anywhere that she could see; there was nothing at all. The office was virtually empty. There was literally nothing for her to do.
Marnie yawned. Since discovering just how close to losing this place Sam was, she hadn’t slept properly, and it was starting to catch up with her. Leaning right back in Sam’s chair, she put her booted feet up on Sam’s desk and closed her eyes. While there was nothing for her to do, she may as well make the most of it and relax.
A loud bang, then voices, woke her up. Rubbing her eyes, Marnie took her feet off Sam’s desk and straightened up. Should she go and help Sam unsaddle the horses? No, she decided. He can do it himself. She really didn’t want to see that nasty woman again, and if she was in trouble anyway, there was no point in putting herself into Sam’s presence any earlier than she had to.
The commotion eased outside; the trekkers had obviously gone. Sam was fumbling around somewhere in the barn, but he didn’t come in. Surely he wasn’t still mad at her?
Marnie got out of the chair. This was ridiculous. She hadn’t been that bad! Butterflies fluttered furiously in her tummy as she peeped around the corner, apprehensive about facing Sam’s wrath. I’ll deal with you later, little girl echoed round and round in her head.
Sam was at the other end of the barn, near the door, when she poked her head around the corner just in time to see him shed his shirt and throw it carelessly on top of a bale of hay against the wall. A catch-all, it was piled with riding crops and helmets, and now his shirt. He strode outside wearing nothing but his jeans. Even from this distance, she could see the muscles rippling in his back. Where was he going dressed like that? He was always telling her to cover up, to protect herself from the hot Canterbury sun. Good advice, but why did it suddenly not apply to him?
Marnie watched as he grabbed a couple of items off a barrel standing just outside the main barn door. What were they? She couldn’t see. Scurrying down the wide aisle of the barn as quietly as she could, she crept closer, her curiosity piqued.
Rope. Dangling from his left hand was a coil of rope. From the other, a stock whip. A shiver went down Marnie’s spine. What did he have in mind? Both of those items had multiple potential uses, many of which would not bode well for her. She held her breath, debating whether or not to run. If she had any sense, she would run. But she couldn’t make her feet move; they were stuck fast to the ground. She fully expected Sam to turn around and see her, to tie her up and whip her senseless… but he didn’t. Instead, he walked over to his horse, still holding both the rope and the whip, and mounted.
Marnie’s heart was in her mouth as Sam sat in the saddle, tall and straight, proud, like he belonged there. The sun glinted off his muscular torso. Damn, the man was ripped! She could grate cheese on those abs! His skin was evenly tanned. Despite the sun protection advice he drummed into her, he clearly ignored it on occasion.
The muscles in Sam’s arm and shoulder flexed impressively as he raised the whip high above his head, flicking his wrist forward and backward quickly, cracking the whip. It sounded like a gunshot and Marnie jumped, grabbing hold of the barn door to steady herself.
Fred didn’t move.
Sam flicked his wrist again, cracking the whip directly above his head, then he bent his arm, changing the angle of the whip, cracking it behind him, then in front, slicing the long grass next to Fred’s feet. Marnie couldn’t take her eyes off him. The way his muscles jumped with every tiny movement had her mesmerized.
Shifting position against the wall, her arm pressed against something hard against her boob. Her phone! She’d forgotten about that! She was so used to carrying it with her for so long that even though it didn’t work out here hardly at all, it was a matter of habit to just pick it up, tuck it inside her bra, and take it with her wherever she went that she did it without thinking. She did use it to take pictures occasionally, and uploaded them to Facebook when she went into Culverden to use the internet, but that was about it. But now, it was perfect. Scrolling through the home screen quickly, she touched the camera app. This was something she might never get to see again, especially not if Sam gave up fighting.
Bringing the phone lens into focus, Marnie braced herself solidly against the barn, trying to still her shaking hands enough to clearly video Sam. The muscles in his arm and shoulder bulged as he cracked the whip again, building up a rhythm, crack, crack, crack… crack, crack, crack… like the beat of a song. The whip moved so quickly she could hardly follow it, and the whip cracks pierced the air, sending chills through her.
Slowly, Sam started to spin the rope he held, twirling the lasso into a big loop above his head. He spun the rope faster and faster, his upper body moving gracefully in a perfect rhythm. At the same time, he kept up with the whip, cracking it high, low, behind him, in front, slowly, quickly, repeating the same beat over and over again.
Marnie couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t move. Her breasts felt heavy, achy, her nipples hard. Her lady parts throbbed with arousal. She couldn’t take her eyes off Sam. The way each arm moved in a different direction, yet in the same rhythm, his pelvis shifting in time with the movements, his muscles flexing, was incredible.
The rhythm was perfect; Sam didn’t miss a beat. Still twirling the rope above his head, he picked up the pace of the whip a bit, double-cracking it on the downward stroke as he flung the long strip of leather out behind him, then brought it back past his body with another crack. How did the rope and the whip not get tangled up? Both of them were in the air at once, moving at high speed, but with so much precision. Once again, Sam was totally in control.
Fred started moving, just a walk at first. Sam’s back was to her now, but he was no less impressive. The muscles rippling in his back turned her on just as much as his abs did, and his shoulders were even better defined from this angle. Marnie was frozen, unable to look away.
They turned then, heading back toward her, and Sam saw her watching. His eyes locked on hers. She had the rhythm of the whip in her head now, and as she returned Sam’s gaze, that rhythm never wavered. Nor did the spinning of the rope. Sam looked more powerful than she’d ever seen him before.
“Marnie,” he called over the cracking of the whip, his voice clear and even. “Come here.”
She sucked in a breath, and took one tiny step forward. Then another. Then another. Fred continued to walk toward her. Sam cracked the whip slower now, in time with Fred’s steps, his eyes still fixed on hers. She wanted to back away, to turn and run… but she couldn’t. The spinning, the cracking, the impressive display of masculine perfection had her hypnotized.
Marnie’s chest was tight and the butterflies inside her were going crazy. Her palms were clammy, the phone was slippery. The gusset of her knickers grew damper with each step she took.
Suddenly, the rhythm of the whip changed. Instead of keeping time with Fred, Sam raised his arm higher and cracked the whip quickly, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack in quick succession. Before she knew what was happening, he threw the rope, the loop landing perfectly around her waist, tying her arms to her sides. Fred backed up, tightening the noose. The whip continued to crack, landing closer and closer to her with each loud report. She could see the grass being sliced just in front of her. She pulled back, but found she was held fast.
She tried to shriek, but no sound came out; she was helpless, powerless. Paralyzed. Not just by fear, but by arousal. The whip, the rope, the muscles, the whole package was the hottest thing she’d seen, ever.
Sam cracked the whip again, landing the lash right between her feet. He tugged on the rope looped tightly around her middle.
“Come to Daddy, little girl,” he growled. “You are in so much trouble!”
Held tightly in the leather bonds, Marnie was dragged to within just a few inches of Sam’s hard body. He glared down at her, his muscles gleaming in the setting sun, playing off the light sheen of sweat and dust. He smelled like horses and man musk.
“I don’t need to tell you that calling a customer a bitch is a bad idea, do I?” He growled the question, his blue eyes so stern she wished she could fall through the earth. Not that it would have worked. He would have caught her with this whip and dragged her right back, even from the gates of hell. There was no way of getting away from Sam once he set his sights on you. That made her afraid and secure all at the same time.
“Well…”
“The answer is no, little girl,” he growled, the muscle in his jaw clenching. “The answer is always no.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
She saw his eyes flash with arousal. He liked it when she called him Daddy, but she didn’t do it often because it made her feel small and embarrassed. Not right now though. Right now it felt right, and a little bit necessary.
“What am I going to do with you?” He purred the question, his blue eyes flashing. They both knew he already had the answer.
* * *
Goddamn. She deserved a whipping for what she’d said to that woman. He’d known Marnie had a mouth on her, but she’d still managed to shock him with that display of temper. Hearing her call a paying customer a bitch would be a moment he’d never forget. He knew she had city standards when it came to her behaviour, and he wasn’t above swearing himself, but not to a woman who was paying their way. That was utterly unacceptable. If she was just an employee, she’d be getting a written warning. As his little girl, she was going to get a whole lot more than that.
Her sudden complete submission threw him off a bit. The word ‘daddy’ coming out of her mouth made his cock rock hard. Unfortunately for Marnie, Sam enjoyed punishing her almost as much as he liked fucking her, and Marnie calling him Daddy wasn’t going to get her out of this. It was just going to make it more satisfying for the both of them.
“I only said that to her because she was trying to get with you.”
The pouty, sulky excuses had begun. He’d wondered where they were.
“You think I’m going to leave you for some random woman who can’t get on a horse?”
“Well, no…”
“So you just wanted to claim your territory?”
“I don’t know.” Marnie looked at her toes. “She was really rude to me, she looked at me like I was nothing, like just some messy, ugly farm girl.”
“Hey.” Sam reached out and tipped her chin back up. “That’s because she was a snob. How she treats you reflects on her, not you, and you know better than to act out like that. At least, I hope you do.”
“Yeah, I know,” Marnie admitted, her eyes sliding to the side. She was doing her best to avoid his gaze. Every time she looked at him, her cheeks blushed in that adorable way, and her eyes shone a little brighter. This punishment had more than one purpose. He didn’t just need to teach her not to swear at customers. He also needed to teach her that she wasn’t bloody well replaceable with the first overly made-up woman who batted her fake eyelashes at him.
It was just as well Marnie hadn’t been on the ride, because that woman had spent the entire time trying to get his attention. It hadn’t worked. He wasn’t interested in anyone besides Marnie. She was the only woman he thought of, the only one he wanted. And the fact that she didn’t seem to know that worried him more than the swearing.
“You, young lady, are everything to me,” he said, leaning down and drawing her close, so they were nose to nose and there was nowhere for her to hide. “I love you, Marnie. I could take a trek of naked ladies out and I’d be thinking about you, understand? I’m a one-woman man. And you’re my woman. So you don’t need to mark your territory, or tell other women off. I’m the one who decides who gets me. And it’s you.”
She took a deep, quivering breath, and he saw tears forming in her eyes. Happy tears, he thought, given the way her lips were curling up into a little smile.
“Thank you,” she said softly. “I really needed to hear that.”
“You’re not out of trouble,” he said. “Not at all. And by the time I’m done with you, little girl, you won’t need to hear this because you’ll know it. And every time you sit down, you’ll be reminded of it.”
“Sam…” Her voice was high and pleading. He shook his head. He wasn’t going to let her off this one. She really needed to understand what he was saying, and take it to heart. And she needed to know that their relationship wasn’t going to be one of those ones with a jealous girlfriend causing chaos and a guy too whipped to do anything about it. He held the whip in this relationship, and he knew how to use it too.
He released the whip with a flick of his wrist, urging the leather to unwrap from her disobedient body. There was a brief moment where triumph—and disappointment—flashed in her eyes, but she was celebrating too soon. He needed the whip off her waist so he could use it on her ass.
“Get into the barn,” he ordered. “And bend over a bale. Your choice.”
“Sam…”
“Go. Now.” He put an authoritative growl in his voice. He wasn’t going to be nice about this, even though it was meant to show her she was loved.
She lowered her head, turned around, and did as she was told. He followed after her, staying close behind as she scuffed her way over to a stack of bales, stopped in front of it, turned around and gave him a doe-like look under her lashes.
Sam stayed stern. “Over the bale, Marnie,” he said. “And you can pull your pants down too. You’re not going to be needing them.”
He stood with his arms folded, the whip firmly clenched and coiled in one hand as he waited for her to obey. She made for a sorry sight as her hands went to her pants and started pushing them down.
“Knickers too,” he snapped when he saw that she was trying to get around baring her bottom for him. That wasn’t going to fly. Naughty girls were punished on the bare, and they were punished long and hard.
She made quite a production out of it, her lower lip sticking out as her ass came into view slowly, her jeans inching down over her ass until she stopped with them just below her beautiful butt. Sam could have watched the show forever, but there was a punishment to give. He stepped forward, hooked his fingers in the back of her jeans and knickers, and yanked them down to her knees, giving her enough of a nudge at the same time that she went face down over the bale of hay and ended up with her ass presented perfectly, two cheeks nice and high, pale for now—but they’d be red soon enough.
“Keep your hands on the ground,” he ordered. “Don’t move them. You move, we start again.”
“Sam…” she whimpered his name again, but Sam wasn’t what he wanted to hear. Right now, he was her daddy. Her very displeased daddy who planned to give his little girl the whipping she deserved.
“Quiet, little girl,” he growled, uncoiling the whip with a flourish that made the tip snap in the air. “The time for you to talk is over. It’s time for you to listen. And feel.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, breaking his rule right away. Sam shook his head and cracked the whip over her head, the tail breaking the sound barrier with a sharp sonic boom that made her jolt in place.
“I said quiet,” he repeated. “I’m not playing with you right now, Marnie. This is the most serious punishment I’ve ever given you, and if you pay attention and learn your lesson, it might be the most serious one you ever get.”
He could tell she was just bursting to talk, to apologize, to plead for her ass, but she managed to keep her tongue in check for once. Good. She was learning.
Sam took a few steps back. He needed space to let the whip run out. This was going to be some precision work on a very delicate target. He’d needed to get his eye in if he was going to whip his little girl into shape. That was why he’d started out with a bit of practice before getting Marnie—not that she’d waited to be gotten, of course. She was impatient for everything, including her punishments.
Marnie was terrified, that was obvious by the way she was trembling slightly. But the dewy wetness glistening from that little spot between her thighs told him that she was aroused, too. Her body always responded in a beautiful way to his punishments. It started responding the second he put the steel into his voice. Right now, her palms were flat on the ground in front of her just as he’d instructed, but he knew that wouldn’t last long. After just a few lashes of his whip he knew she’d be leaping up, twisting and squirming, trying to avoid what she had coming. He smirked. Maybe he’d have to make use of the rope he’d used to reel her in, to tie her in place.
Taking a deep breath, he shook the whip lightly, adjusting his grip. He couldn’t afford to stuff this up. If he missed, Marnie could be hurt, and he didn’t want that. Leaning back, he took careful aim, lining the whip up carefully before flicking his wrist, sending the tip flying to land right in the centre of her left buttock. As expected, she screeched when the lash bit into her tender skin and rocked forward, clenching her bottom. Without a pause he let the whip fly again, this time making it bite the same spot on her right buttock. She screamed the second time too, her whole body tensed up and she lifted up off the bale, nearly straightening up.
Sam strode forward, reached down and pressed her back into position. “No, don’t move. This has barely started, little girl. Hands back on the ground.” She didn’t want to obey him; he had to press her firmly to make her bend over the bale again. Her perfect, pale ass was now marred by two distinct red lines, running parallel, one on each cheek. He tossed the whip lightly in his hand. This strip of plaited leather had been in his life for a long time. It came in handy for mustering stock, he could crack the beat of the national anthem, cut the twine on a bale of hay, slice individual blades of grass, and he’d even entered a few whip-cracking contests at A&P shows. But never before had accuracy mattered quite as much as it did now.
Taking his position further back, Sam sent the whip flying again. It cracked it just above her head, the sound echoing loudly through the barn and making her jump.
“I love you, Marnie,” he told her, letting the whip fly again, making the tip land just beneath the first one, in a stinging kiss that made her squeal in pain and bolt upright, her hands flying to her backside.
“No, keep still,” he growled, coming forward yet again. “Move again, and I’ll tie you in place. And we’ll start this again, from the beginning. You don’t want to make me do that.”
A single tear tracked a solitary path down her dusty cheek and he longed to kiss it away. Instead, he brushed it roughly with his thumb, smiling at her gently. “Back into position,” he reminded her, the steel gone from his voice.
She obeyed him, her vulnerable position displaying her arousal to him. Her trembling thighs indicated she was afraid, but her glistening sex proved the pleasure was winning out over the pain.
Again he returned to his position. Raising the whip above his head, Sam cracked it twice, quickly, before flicking it out to bite her beautiful ass again. Marnie yelped, but aside from wiggling her hips, she stayed still.
“Good girl,” he purred, pleased that she remained in position.
“I’m sorry, Daddy!” she yelled, her voice breaking. Her gentle sobbing almost made him halt the punishment, but a quick glance between her legs at her swollen pussy lips, her hungry clit, made him change his mind. Her ass might be on fire, but her traitorous body was enjoying this whipping. Coiling his whip for a moment, he came back to her, reached down and cupped her dripping mound in his palm, flicking her clit with the tip of his finger. She moaned in response, arching her back, offering herself to him. His rock-hard cock strained against his pants at her lewd display of wanton lust. A growl escaped his throat. He pulled his hand away; she moaned in protest.
He still wasn’t done though, not by half. He stepped back into position, leaving her squirming over the hay. Sam flicked out his whip, before raising it high, cracking it above his head, making her jump. It was like a dance where neither of them knew the steps and they had to make it up as they went along, but their bodies flowed together in perfect union, fitting into each other, no matter which direction they moved.
“Such a naughty girl, Marnie.”
The air was electric between them. He cracked the whip again, lower this time, directly over her back. He felt the rush of air against his face from the flying lash. Could Marnie feel it too? As he watched, a shiver rippled down her spine. She felt it.
Deftly, he whipped her again, flicking his wrist in a backhanded motion that made the whip crack twice before it connected with her flesh, leaving a bright red stripe directly below the first two.
Marnie gasped and drew her bottom in.
“Do you understand why you’re getting punished?” he demanded, his voice harsh, hoarse with arousal.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered. “Please, no more! It stings!”
“It’s meant to,” he responded, his voice a bit softer, but still hoarse. “It’s meant to hurt, how else are you going to learn this lesson?”
Twisting his body slightly, he sent the whip flying to snap against the other side of her ass, adding a third perfect red line. Her ass was gorgeous in its natural creamy white state, but he much preferred it like this, bearing his marks. She bent down, sinking low over the bale, reflexively drawing away from the pain, but after a moment she straightened up without needing to be prompted.
“Good girl.” Responding to his praise, she positioned herself perfectly over the bale, her most intimate places on display, vulnerable. He smiled proudly. Her submission to him was the biggest turn-on ever.
“I love you, Marnie,” he told her, cracking the whip against her ass again. “Do you hear me?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered, sobbing softly.
Coiling the whip, Sam came forward and ran his palm over her punished bottom, his fingers lingering on the angry, raised red welts. He trailed his thumb down her cleft, stopping at her naughtiest hole, pressing the pad of his thumb against her tight rosebud. She clenched around him, barring his entrance.
“No. Relax,” he murmured. Obediently, she did, releasing his thumb. “Good girl.”
He held his hand there for a moment longer, pressing lightly against her, using his fingers to rub slow circles over her scorched bottom. Gradually, she relaxed properly beneath his touch, her trembling eased and her sobs quietened. More than anything, he wanted to fuck her, she looked so tempting, bent over like that. But he wasn’t done with her yet.
Moving in closer to her, he transferred the whip to his left hand and held it in the small of her back, both holding her in position, and letting the leather fall over her body, reminding her of what was still to come. Bringing his hand back, he slapped her hard, right at the juncture where her bottom met her thighs, and watched in satisfaction as his pink splotchy handprint appeared on her skin.
“You. Do. Not. Swear. At. Paying. Customers,” he growled, accompanying each word with a fiery smack.
“I know! I’m sorry!” she yelled.
“You’ve got a stake in this business now, too, little girl,” he reminded her. “We’re going to have to work hard, together, if we’re going to have any chance of saving it.” He smacked her again, with close to his full strength, to drive his message home.
Standing up, he stepped back, letting the end of the whip trail over her lower back, brushing over her backside and kissing her thighs.
“A few more with the whip now, little girl,” he told her softly, but firmly. “And after each one, I want to hear you say Daddy loves me. Can you do that for me, baby girl?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Her words caught on a sob, nearly breaking his resolve, but he steeled himself.
Crack! The whip landed just above the handprints he’d made. “Say it,” he growled.
“Daddy loves me!” Marnie shouted.
Crack! “Again!”
“Ow! Daddy loves me!” The words were shrill, yelled, all jumbled together in one breathless outburst, right before she starting crying properly, her whole body racked with sobs.
Crack! “Again!”
He couldn’t even understand her this time, the words she yelled were totally unintelligible. She flinched when he stepped forward and touched her bottom, inspecting her skin. She was shaking. Dropping the whip down onto the hay bale next to her, he wrapped an arm around her waist and hauled her to her feet. He spun her to face him and gazed down into her tear-filled eyes. Kissing her forehead tenderly, he brushed loose strands of hair off her wet face before pulling her into his chest.
“Ssssh, baby girl,” he soothed. “It’s over.”
* * *
She was sore. The whip had left traces of pure fire on her skin and she really wasn’t sure she’d ever sit again. But she was loved. She knew it to her core. Marnie had never imagined in a million years that a man could stand over her with a whip in his hand, take the business end of it to her ass, and leave her feeling cherished as well as chastised, but that was exactly what Sam had done.
He slid one hand down her back and scooped her up into his arms, carrying her against his chest. She snuggled her face into his neck, feeling embarrassed and small as he carried her still bare-bottomed self across the open space between the barn and the house, apparently not caring who saw his naughty girl in her well-punished state.
She felt the powerful motion of his body as he carried her up the stairs and into the bedroom they shared. The dated décor and wallpaper curling in places had never seemed as precious as it did as he laid her down carefully on the bed. Marnie wouldn’t let go of him when he tried to stand up. Her fingers curled in his hair as she clung to him, afraid that he might make her stay alone. Of all the things in the world, right now, being alone would be the worst.
“Don’t leave me.”
“It’s okay, I’m not going anywhere,” he murmured reassuringly. “I was just going to take my pants off.”
“Oh. Okay. You can do that.” Marnie let go and watched as Sam stood up, unzipped his pants, and got entirely naked. His cock was thick and hard, rampant with the same need she felt and when he came back to lie down next to her, she spread her thighs out of instinct, wrapping herself around him before he even had a chance to fully reach the bed.
“You need something, baby girl?” He murmured the question against her lips, the head of his cock grazing her sex.
She needed him. She needed him more than air. She was so wet she could feel her juices on her inner thighs. The pain of the whip, the humiliation of staying in place and letting herself be punished, had created a state of pure submission and arousal that made her unable to hide her need.
“Please, Daddy,” she whimpered, gyrating her hips. The pain of his whip was nothing compared to the arousal coursing through her body. She could feel every place his lash had landed, but the sting and pain only made her want him more.
She heard his growl of desire and a second later the world spun as Sam rolled her onto her back, looked deep into her eyes, and pushed himself inside her, filling her wet pussy in one gloriously long, slow stroke that felt as though it would go on forever. Pinned to the bed, his hand sliding between her breasts to find her neck, Marnie was held down and fucked, Sam’s powerful body dominating hers easily with every stroke.
Marnie cried out, her inner walls clenching that thick rod, feeling his fingers clasping firmly around her neck.
“Look at me, little girl,” he demanded, his voice thick with a primitive lust that demanded her full obedience.
Looking into his eyes, she saw his love, his desire, and his total and utter control. Sam pushed her legs wide open with his free hand, then placed the base of his palm just above her clit, putting enough pressure on her mound to stretch her pussy for him. It was a lewd, crude display of her sex, and he was using her pussy with little regard for what she wanted in that moment. She had to want what he wanted, and she did. She wanted his thick cock deep inside her. She wanted to be spread open and held wide, she wanted…
“Oh, my…”
He’d pulled out of her pussy, scooping the juices that had been running down the crack of her ass with his cock, he pushed himself against that tight hole.
“Open up for me, baby girl,” he murmured, his brilliant blue gaze locked on hers, his fingers tightening around her throat just enough to amplify the order. “Give me your asshole.”
With a little whimper, she did the best she could to let her muscles relax. Sam surged forward, pushing the head of his cock past the tight ring of her hole and finding the hot depths of her ass.
“These holes are mine,” he reminded her. “All of them. And when you’re naughty, you’re going to have your bottom fucked, little girl, nice and long and hard.”
Marnie moaned as Sam pushed a little further forward. Her ass was so much tighter than her pussy, and her daddy’s cock couldn’t sink as far or as fast, but he made up for it by reaching down with the hand not wrapped around her neck, and rubbing her pussy.
“Oh, god, oh, yes, please… fuck, yes… Daddy… ow!”
Her eyes flew open wide as Sam’s hand left her pussy and the flat of his fingers returned with a swift slap to her lower lips. He was fucking her ass and spanking her pussy at the same time, and there was nothing she could do but lie there, her bottom stretched around his hard cock, her naughty pussy dripping with juices as he spanked her lower lips and all around her clit, swift little taps that made her sensitive lower lips swell up and redden.
“You were a bad girl,” he told her gruffly, his abs rippling with every thrust, his perfect shoulders flexing as he fucked her. “But your daddy is always going to be here to deal with you when you’re bad.”
She was going to come. He wasn’t even in her pussy. He was punishing her pussy and fucking her bottom hole and she was still going to come soon. The tight, hot feeling was starting to spread from that secret little place deep inside her. Her clit was tingling, her lips were swelling and stinging, and her ass was surrendering to his cock so now he could fuck her properly, his dick pounding deep inside her over and over.
Fucked and spanked, punished like she was the naughtiest girl in the world, Marnie couldn’t hold back anymore. Her whole body was tense and tight, her breath coming in short little gasps, her toes curling and her thighs shaking as she gave in to orgasm.
Marnie looked up into Sam’s eyes. He was punishing her. He was giving her pain with the pleasure. But there was no anger in his gaze. There was the most pure lustful devotion she had ever seen on a man’s face. That was what sent her over the edge.
“Daddddyyy!” she cried out as she came, her ass clenching desperately at his cock, the tight ring demanding his cum as pure pleasure burst through her, taking total control of her body—and Sam’s too. In that brief moment of climax, it was her female form that ruled them both. His cock was taken in service of her desires and he couldn’t resist any more than she could.
Sam roared with orgasm, his palm whipping against her quivering cunt. He drove forward hard and unleashed his cum inside her ass, filling her all the way up with his hot seed. For a minute, there was nothing but orgasm, two writhing bodies caught in a sensation greater than either of them could contain.
Then, slowly, it abated, leaving the hardness of his body, the warmth of his cum, the lashes on Marnie’s rear, and the aching of her poor punished pussy.
“Ow,” she whimpered softly as he pulled out of her ass, his cock leaving a trail of semen dripping from her well-fucked hole.
“You were such a good girl,” he praised, kissing her deeply. She felt his muscular arms wrap around her, comforting her punished body as she curled up against him, still trembling from the force of the orgasm. When Sam fucked you, you knew you’d been fucked. Marnie was certain she wasn’t going to walk right for a while.
“I think you need a bath,” he said, looking down at her sweaty, cum-stained body. “And I think I need one too.”
Once more, he picked her up, carrying her as if she weighed nothing. Marnie was too perfectly exhausted to do more than mumble as Sam took her to the little bathroom and sat her on his knee at the side of the tub as he ran the bath for them both.
“Have you learned your lesson?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she murmured, her voice soft. “I won’t call any more of the customers bitches.”
“Mhm, and more than that, little girl. Do you understand that I love you more than life? That there’s nobody else for me but you? And no matter what happens to this place, I’ll always be grateful, because I got to meet you?”
Marnie’s eyes filled with tears of emotion. She didn’t know why he loved her so much, but she was so grateful he did, because she felt exactly the same way. Before coming to the farm, life had been hollow, full of shattered buildings, chaos, and destruction inside and out. Now she was loved, so completely cherished that the entire world could fall down and as long as she had Sam she would be okay.