Hayes had to leave town for a few days. He was going to Jackson to meet with some of Alice’s old friends. They owned Wyoming’s Way, a line of all-natural skincare products that they made on their family ranch. Hayes was hoping to get them to agree to let CLAS distribute their lotions and cleansers in the Tack Shop, the soon to be built onsite gift shop.

It had been a long few days without my daddy. I had grown accustomed to seeing him several times though my day, and spending time with him every evening. I had missed him terribly while he was gone and could barely get to sleep without being tucked in.

He was due to arrive any moment, and I was in the Mess Hall, nibbling at a chicken tender, watching the door for him to enter.

Finally, the door swung open, and Hayes walked through. His eyes met mine, making my heart melt. I stood to greet him.

“Hi, Daddy,” I said, reveling in the warmth of his hug. My cheek got all tingly when he gave it a soft kiss. “How’d the meeting go?”

“Great. We can now sell Judy’s Wyoming’s Way skincare products in the Tack Shop,” he smiled broadly. He buried his face in my hair, inhaling deeply. “I’ve missed that strawberry scent.”

I laughed as he nibbled at my earlobe. “What Tack Shop? All that’s there now is a pile of dirt.”

“It will be there before you know it. I’m just waiting for the permits to come through from the town.” He tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, looking me over. “How’d the job post go?” he asked.

A queasy feeling entered my stomach. After Hayes had left my office the day he had requested the post, I had dove straight into uploading photos of my last wedding on the CLAS website. Then, I tackled planning the sweet sixteen party I had booked. It was my priority and completely took over any time I had to post the job. Every now and then, Hayes’ request would cross my mind, but I didn’t write the post.

There was also one tiny other detail I had not yet shared with Hayes—I had decided not to post the job. I knew I would need to eventually tell Hayes. For now, I sniffed indignantly, crossing my arms, and said, “I need more time to think about it.”

He raised a brow to me. “More time to think about the wording of the post? I can help you with that.”

The queasiness grew into a full-on sick feeling. “More time to think about whether there will be restructuring of my department,” I said.

Clouds formed in his gaze. That little muscle in his jaw twitched. “Which is the department that I oversee and am ultimately responsible for. You were not given the option of thinking about it. You were given a very clear directive and asked to carry it out.” Hayes’ stern tone carried over the Mess Hall. I caught Bridgette and Georgia eyeing me with knowing looks on their faces.

My cheeks burned. Hayes could not boss me like this in front of other people. I had to stand my ground. I racked my mind for a quick comeback that would put him in his place. My temper flared, resulting in me snapping an uncharacteristic, “Whatever, Hayes.” I turned on my heel, threw in a hair flip for good measure, and tromped across the Mess Hall floor.

As my hand reached toward the handle of the door, I was surprised by a firm grip around my upper arm, jolting my sassy exit to a stop.

Hayes’ mouth was by my ear, his whispered words hard. “You cannot disrespect me like that in front of employees.”

I froze, a shiver running down my spine. “But you just walked in the door from being gone two days and jumped right into bossing me around—”

“I was speaking to you in a respectful manner as a boss, correcting an employee who did not carry out the task they were given,” he said.

What could I say in my defense? “I... I—”

“Meet me in your office in five minutes. And in case you are unclear—this is not a request. It is a command.” I dared to peek up at his face. His strong jaw was clenched. There was not a hint of blue in his stormy gray eyes. Taking a gulp, I gave him a small nod.

Eyeing me, he said, “How about a ‘yes, sir.’”

My stomach tied in knots. The independent woman in me fought with my suddenly submissive side. His grip tightened on my upper arm. A quiet “Yes, sir” escaped my lips.

He released me and I hurried off to my office, feeling dozens of curious eyes watching me as I went.

I had never felt more nervous than I did those few minutes waiting in my office for Hayes to come. I had no idea what to expect. I also had a very good idea of what to expect. My buttocks clenched in the seat beneath me.

He entered the office calmly, shutting and locking the door behind him. Standing before the door, he crossed his arms over his chest and gave me ‘the look.’

My cheeks flushed. I began to stammer, “Look, I’m sorry, okay? I was angry and—”

“No excuses, Louanne,” he said.

Anger flooded me. His stern tone and clenched jaw were a warning, but my temper ignored them. “Don’t you dare tell me I’m making excuses. I said I was sorry and—”

“Lower your voice or I will lower your panties,” he said.

My rant stopped, my words were left hanging in the air. My pussy clenched, my anger momentarily forgotten. My lips tried to form words of protest, but I was speechless. The good girl in me told me, “You’ve pushed him too far, Louanne. He’s right. You spoke disrespectfully. Apologize and be done with it.” But the bad girl... the bad girl wanted to test his limits. The bad girl wanted to push this angry cowboy. To see what he was made of. To know how far he would go. To piss him off. Bad girl Louanne whispered naughty things in my ear, daring me to say them. Finally, my mouth was working again. I stood up from my desk, saying, “Hayes, I am not having this conversation with you. You do not have the right to send me to my office like some child in a time out.”

He remained silent. Though he was blocking the door, I decided that I would stride right out of my office. Or at least try to. I gave a gulp as I eyed his massive frame. Tilting my head in the air and feigning a bravery I did not feel, I began making my way toward the door. He did not move.

“Excuse me,” I said indignantly, trying to push my way past him.

A long, muscular arm wrapped around my waist. My heart dropped into my stomach. His mouth was by my ear as he held me pressed against him. His words were calm, but angry. “Are you testing me, little girl?”

Trying to wriggle from his viselike grasp, I stuttered, “I... ah... no?”

“Now you’re lying,” he said.

“Okay, maybe I was testing you... a little bit,” I admitted sheepishly.

“Ignoring my directives. Sassing me in front of employees. Testing me to see if I will carry out my words. And lying when I called you on it. Was my two-day absence enough to make you forget who the boss is, here? Someone is overdue for a very long trip over my knee,” he growled.

Reality was setting in. Judging by his tone, this was not going to be like the little sexy spanking he had given me in the Mess Hall before we got engaged. This was going to be a real punishment spanking. The ones that left Georgia sniffling and standing to eat her dinner. The ones that left Bridgette sullen for the rest of the day. Fear filled me. My stomach tied in knots. My knees were shaky. “I-I’m really sorry, Hayes. I’ll go out and tell the employees I made a mistake.”

“They’ll know when you go back out, darling. You won’t even have to tell them. After I spank you, you will be so sweet and docile they will know you’ve been properly punished,” he said.

I froze. This was unacceptable. Having my employees know Hayes had spanked me in my office for sassing him? Sure, we had all been on the ranch a long time and knew how things worked, but it was different when I was the one on the receiving end of a Jenkins man’s firm hand at work. How humiliating. Grabbing Hayes’ shoulders, I looked into his very gray stern eyes and begged, “Please don’t spank me! I promise I’ll never be sassy again. I would die if I had to go back out there afterwards, everyone knowing—”

“Too late. You should have thought of that before. At least you can take solace in one little fact,” he said.

“Wha-what’s that?” I stammered.

His gaze studied my face. “Knowing you have a daddy to discipline you when you’re bad.”

He was going to spank me—for real—right here in my office. What if people could hear him spanking me? What if I cried and had to go back out there sniffling like Georgia? What if I couldn’t sit down the rest of the day? I had lists to write, plans to make! My hands dropped from his shoulders.

Slowly, I inched backwards trying to get away from him. The move was useless and stupid, but it was instinctual. I tried to make a distance between us. He stayed where he was, standing like a big, looming statue of solid rock. “Where are you going?” he asked. I detected a hint of amusement in his tone.

I took one more step, my bottom bumping into the desk behind me. “Oompf!” I stopped, my hands clutching the edges of the desk that my ass was pressed against. “Nowhere,” I replied sweetly.

Approaching me, his stride reminded me of a panther prowling toward his prey. My breath quickened, my heart raced. My wide eyes stared up into Hayes’ incredibly handsome, incredibly pissed-off face. I gulped, leaning back, pressing my hands into the desk.

With his face inches from mine and his voice low, he said, “You were naughty in the Mess Hall. It was a childish display. And what am I to do with a bad little girl?”

“Um... maybe just let her get back to work?” I squeaked.

“You were naughty. And now everyone knows you are in here having the sass spanked right out of you by your daddy. How does that feel?” he asked.

“Humiliating.” And yet, my nipples were hardening, the muscles within my pussy were tightening. I was horny as hell. And nervous.

“Let that be a lesson to you next time you want to sass me. Now how shall I punish you? Over the desk? Over my knee? Or take you out to the Mess Hall and spank you in front of your employees?” he asked.

Horror ran though me. White heat spread across my face. My ass dug harder into the edge of the desk. I pictured myself over Hayes’ knee, the entire ranch looking on as he spanked me. “No, no... no... anything but that!”

Was he trying to hide a grin? “Then how do you want it, Luna? Over my knee? Bent over your desk like the naughty girl that you are? Using my hand? The first time you sassed me, I used the wooden spoon. Obviously, it didn’t make a good enough impression. Maybe I should use that wooden ruler you so love. The one you keep in your desk drawer?”

I gasped. How dare he! That was my sacred wedding prep tool! My cheeks were absolutely on fire at this point. I quickly stammered, “Over your knee with your hand, please!”

“I bet you’d never thought you’d be begging for a spanking, did you?” he said.

“I... I’m not—I just... you said that about my ruler and the Mess Hall and I—”

“Shh. Let’s get you over my knee, little thing. I can already see the sass leaving you,” he said.

Balls of ice formed in my stomach. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t be spanked in my office. Peeking over his shoulder at the door, I quickly formulated a plan. “Okay. I’ll just go over to that chair right there and wait for you.” Avoiding his eyes, I slid sideways along the desk, creeping around him. As soon as I had cleared him, I made a break for the door.

“Oompf!” Again, the long strong arm reached out, stopping me.

“Naughty girl. Trying to run away from your punishment? Now it’s going to be my hand and the ruler.”

“I was just... no, Hayes, please. Not my ruler. I use it for weddings to make sure each candle is exactly the same distance apart. It would feel so unprofessional,” I wailed.

“I will spank you with your ruler. And you will continue to use it. And it will remind you of what happens when you try to boss the boss. Now go and get it. Please.” He released his hold on me.

Nerves danced up and down my spine. I squeaked out, “I have to get it... myself?”

“Yes. Now.”

Not wanting to make more trouble for myself, I hurried over to the desk drawer. Heaving a deep sigh, I pulled it open. There lay my precious old-fashioned wooden ruler with its trusty metal edge. Great for penciling lines on paper and measuring distances. And now, doubling as a tool for my punishment. My fingertips felt icy as I reached down in the drawer, lifting out my ruler.

My knees slightly shaking, I returned to Hayes. He had pushed one of two club chairs I kept across from my seat at the desk for my clients out and back. His long lean frame sat in the chair, his legs spread as if he were the king of the place.

This would never do! Those were my client chairs! This was my candle ruler!

I stopped a few feet short of Hayes. “I, I can’t do this, Hayes.”

“You can, Luna. And you will.” He patted his left knee. “Now come on over here and put that pretty little ass over my knee.”

My face lit on fire. I buried it in my hands, the ruler still clutched between my fingers. I wailed, “I can’t!”

His impatient voice boomed through my office. “Do I need to count, young lady?”

My hands dropped from my face, my eyes widening. “Wha-what happens if you count?”

His brow rose. His lips tightened, forming an angry line. “When I count, you come. If I get to three,” his gaze bore into mine as his fingertip tapped at his silver belt buckle, “my belt comes off.”

I lost my breath. Forgetting my apprehension, I scurried over to where he sat. I stood by his side, my knees brushed against his thigh. I had no idea what to do. Usually, Hayes had all control of the situation and put me over his knee himself. Having to put myself into position? It was too much. I stood there, shifting my weight from foot to foot, trying to decide the most ladylike way to go about it.

“Oompf!”

Hayes, apparently impatient with my indecision, took it upon himself to flip me over his lap. His hands grasped my waist tightly, pulling me right over his knee. Scrambling, I pressed my hands into the floor, trying to maintain my balance and not flip right off him, though with the viselike grip he had around my waist, I doubted it was possible.

My hair fell around my face, the blood rushing to my head as I hung upside down. Hayes was much taller than me and once I was spread over his lap, my tippy toes could not reach the floor. My legs hung, suspended from his thigh. My tummy hurt from nerves, my heart beat hard against my ribcage.

“Comfy?” Hayes asked with a chuckle. I must have looked a sight to him, hanging over his legs, my bottom perched over his thigh.

“Hayes, I... I do not think this is appropriate! My office? You already know how I feel about the ruler—”

“Ahh, yes, my ruler. Where did it go?” he asked.

It had fallen when I released it to put my hands on the floor and steady myself. From where I hung, I could see it peeking out from under the legs of my furniture style file cabinet. “I think I lost it when you flipped me over,” I said.

“There will be time for you to find it. After I warm you up with my hand.” His hand lightly patted my bottom three little times. Goosebumps rose on my legs. The muscles in my pussy tightened. God, I loved it when he touched my ass—though I wasn’t sure I was going to like it as much when he was spanking it with my ruler. “Let’s start over your skirt, shall we?”

“Erm?” Was this to be a bare bottom spanking? Panic rose in my chest... what panties was I wearing?

“The first spanking—the one with my hand—is for sassing me in the Mess Hall. After your bottom is properly punished, I want you sitting in your desk chair, sniffling and writing up the post for the full-time position. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir!” I called up from the floor.

“Good girl. I’m going to start with a warmup spanking since you are still slightly new to this whole ‘being held accountable for unruly behavior with a paddling’ thing.”

“You would assume correctly—because I am always such a well-behaved person!” I cried.

He laughed, “Not today, you weren’t. You were a very bad little girl. Are you ready for your spanking?”

Is one ever ready for a spanking? Better to keep that comment to myself. I managed to stammer, “Y-yes?”

“Yes, sir?” he asked.

Ugh. I wanted to roll my eyes but felt like Hayes would somehow sense the action and punish me more. Instead, I said, “Yes, sir.”

“Little Luna, getting her first office spanking. Maybe I should take a picture to remember this moment.” He moved as if he was reaching into the pocket of his jeans for his phone.

My head snapped back, trying to see him over my shoulder. “Hayes—no! You have to be kidding!”

Three little pats on my bottom had my pussy tightening and my nipples peaked beneath my bra. “Maybe next time. Now for the spanking.”

I squeezed my eyes shut tight and held my breath. My bottom cheeks clenched together as I anticipated a hard spank. I could feel his hand go up in the air, hovering over my bottom. His hand came down on my right ass cheek, over my skirt-covered bottom. The sound echoed through the room. My bottom tingled where his hand had landed. It wasn’t painful, but instead had my pussy aching and my nipples hardened. His hand rose again and landed on the left cheek. The same tingling covered my skin. My pussy gave another squeeze.

If this was what a punishment felt like, sign me up for misbehaving. Another spank came down, my panties dampening. My hips wiggled a bit. I was so turned on. Then a harder spank landed. This one made me suck in my breath a little. Before I could recover, another one landed, harder, right in the same place as the first! I protested, “Hayes! That hurt.”

He laughed at me. “Luna—I haven’t even warmed you up yet.”

My eyes widened as another two hard spanks were applied to my bottom. My hips shifted as I groaned, the stinging covering my bottom. Then Hayes started spanking me. His hand went up and down, over and over again. The spanks were hard and fast. Tears pricked at my eyes. I could only focus on the burning pain that was my bottom. No more sexy feeling—this was now clearly a punishment. Hayes began to lecture me as I tried not to cry out from the spanks.

“I told you to post the job. Days later I find out you did no such thing—and you tell me you won’t. Have you changed your mind about that, yet?” he asked.

If my mind hadn’t changed, the hard, fiery spanks that were landing faster and faster on my bottom were sure changing it fast. “Yes—I’ll post it right away, sir!” I wasn’t sure how much more I could take, but the spanks kept coming down in a loud, rhythmic cadence.

“And I don’t like when my little girl has a sassy mouth. All good daddies know how to correct a sassy mouth. And that is with a good old-fashioned spanking. Are you still feeling sassy, sweetheart?”

“No! No, sir! I’m really not,” I assured him from between clenched teeth. Two more spanks landed, then he stopped. I hung over his lap, panting and trying to catch my breath. I cried, “Oh, thank goodness that is over!”

“Did you forget about the ruler?” he asked.

I had! “Oh, Hayes, I’ve learned my lesson, I promise! We do not need the ruler!”

Hayes helped me up from his lap. He stood me next to him, his eyes watching me as my hands went to my bottom, attempting to rub out the sting. “I still have to spank you for trying to run away from me.”

I looked at him earnestly, saying, “No, no. I’ve learned my lesson. I promise!”

He considered my face for a moment, before he spoke. “I’ll tell you what. Since it’s your first time with the ruler, I’ll let you keep your panties on. I am a gentleman after all.”

I opened my mouth to protest. His brow rose in the most threatening way and after second thought, I snapped my lips closed. Leaving his side, I scurried over to the file cabinet, bending over and retrieving the ruler. I brought it back to him.

“Good girl,” he crooned. “Now let’s get you back over my knee.” As before, he grabbed my hips, flipping me over his lap. My hands went back to the floor, my hair spilling over my face. I bit my lower lip, squeezing my eyes shut tight in shame as I felt his hand go to the hem of my A-lined skirt. He flipped it up and over my bottom. Cold air rushed up my bare legs. The sensation of having my bottom exposed, wearing only panties, overwhelmed me. A sudden sense of... belonging... filled my chest. Lying over Hayes’ lap, in his complete control, my ass exposed, I felt as if he owned me, mind, body, and soul. Knowing what was coming, I still let a small smile cross my lips. Georgia was right—being spanked was sexy as hell.

I waited for the ruler to bite my skin. There was a whoosh, then down it came, onto the curve of my bottom, the part that was the least covered by my panties. It stung much worse than his hand had. A line of fire slowly crept across my ass where the ruler had struck. I gave a whimpering, “Yeowie!” All thoughts of sexy were gone! The pain was blinding!

My bottom was still stinging from his hand spanking, ‘warmed up’ as he had said. The ruler came down again with a sharp snap, this time striking the center of my right cheek. My hips shifted, my feet pressing together as I absorbed the stinging spank. I gave another whimper as the ruler came down on the left cheek. It stung much worse than I had anticipated. Tears sprang in my eyes—I would soon be sniffling as Hayes had promised.

“Are you going to be my very good little girl from now on?” he asked, the ruler making another smack.

“Yes, sir!” I cried from between clenched teeth. “I’ve learned my lesson—no sassing and no running away!”

The ruler came down again. I sucked air in between my teeth, my feet rubbing together.

“And next time you are naughty and need a spanking, are you going to put yourself over my knee?” he asked, bringing the ruler down again.

My hips wiggled furiously, my hands wanting to reach back and rub at my poor, stinging ass. I cried out, “Yes, Daddy! I will put myself right over your knee anytime you want if you never use this ruler on me again!”

The punishment stopped. I breathed a sigh of relief, closing my eyes and relaxing. The moment quickly passed as I felt my panties sliding over my sore bottom.

“Daddy, you said you would leave the panties on for the ruler!” I cried.

“I did,” he said.

“So... what are you doing, now?” I wailed.

“This daddy knows his little girl very, very well. And even though you are apologizing, I can still detect just a hint of defiance in your voice. I intend to draw out your full submission.” With that, his hand came down in a sharp spank. Tears brimmed in my eyes as I wailed. He spanked me again and again. The tears fell from my eyes. I could focus on nothing but the pain. I hung limply and sobbed as he spanked my sore bottom. When I thought it would never end, he finally pulled my panties back into place over my throbbing bottom.

His hand patted my panties. I heaved a giant sigh of relief as his hands went to the fabric of my skirt, pulling it up and over me. “There. I’m done, sweetheart. Come here.”

He helped me up and onto his lap. I wound my arms around his neck, burying my face in the collar of his shirt. He smelled like clean laundry and man. I let my tears flow freely into the fabric of his shirt. I hadn’t expected the release of tension that followed the spanking. My ass burned—I wiggled it on his thighs every so often trying to escape the inescapable sting—but I loved the new-to-me sensation that washed over me. I felt small, protected, chastised, loved. And as he’d intended, submissive.

My pussy started that clenching thing again as his fingertips trailed up and down my back as I recovered from my punishment. He kissed my hair, my forehead, my cheek. His hands wiped at my tear-streaked face. I looked up into his blue-gray eyes. Overcome by emotion, I whispered, “I love you, Hayes.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “I hate to leave you, but I’ve got to get back to work and check in with the guys and tell them about the Tack Shop.” His brow rose at me. “And you have a job to post.”

I sniffled.

Chuckling, he stood me on my feet. A sadness rushed over me—I wanted to sit snuggled on his lap the rest of the day. And I had missed him so much while he’d been gone. I didn’t want him to leave my office. Standing beside me, Hayes grabbed the ruler in one of his hands and my hand in the other. He led me back to my desk. Pulling out my drawer, he reverently placed my ruler back in its exact spot. Gently, he closed the drawer. Then, he pulled out my desk chair.

His hand still holding mine, he looked at me and said, “Skirt up.”

My brow furrowed, I asked, “What do you mean?”

“Gather your skirt around your waist and take a seat in your chair. When you are writing the job posting, I want your mind to be on what happens when you disobey my instructions,” he said.

A warm blush crept up my neck as I followed his instructions. As Hayes had predicted, all sassiness had been spanked out of me. I did as he said, folding my skirt up best I could to keep it from wrinkling. The cold air once again rushed up my legs. I sat down in the hard wooden chair a little too quickly. I winced as my punished bottom hit the seat.

Hayes gave me a kiss on the top of my head. “I love you, sweetie. Enjoy your work.”

Sighing, I flipped open the top to my computer. Where to begin? Help wanted... someone who will do exactly as told per the instruction of the events coordinator, otherwise creating friction that might result in getting said coordinator spanked with a measuring ruler.

Despite my sore bottom, I had to smile. The burning had turned to more of a tingling warmth, making me horny all over again. The dominance he had shown over me, taking me to my breaking point, demanding my submission—it had me wanting him more than ever.

Flipping me over his knee like that... taking me in hand... it was so. Damn. Sexy. My hips wiggled in my chair, my pussy clenching and pulsing in a melty way. Shaking my head, I tried to ignore my desire and focus on the post—as good as my pussy felt, my ass pressed against the hard chair was not ready to revisit the ruler just yet.

I typed away. Every so often my mind wandered to the fact that I was sitting on my panty-covered bottom, freshly spanked by my daddy, and my pussy would tighten.

Once I was happy with my work, I checked my complexion in the small mirror I kept in my desk. My eyes were a little puffy from my cry. The tip of my nose a touch red. Reaching into my drawer, I got out my pressed powder. A few dabs later and I looked good as new. Surely, no one would be able to tell that I had been spanked. Right? Shrugging my shoulders, I shoved down the embarrassing thought.

Coffee and triple chocolate cake were waiting for me in the Mess Hall—promised by Memaw since it was one of the ranch hand’s birthdays. Checking the time, I stood from my desk, my face burning as I put my skirt back in place—thank goodness no one had walked in as I typed the ad. I couldn’t imagine someone finding the uptight, prissy Louanne Dixon sitting at her desk, skirt up and around her waist.

The thought made me... thirsty. And only Hayes could quench the thirst. I sat back down.

Tapping my fire engine red fingernail on the desk, I contemplated. It was completely unprofessional to call your daddy over the walkie for a booty call. I squirmed in my chair, my pussy pulsing and wet. But it was professional to handle something that was keeping you from focusing on your work. I just needed a good, hard banging, then I could get right back to the old grindstone. I picked up my walkie. “Hayes... Louanne for Hayes.”

His voice came cracking over the radio. “Copy, Hayes.”

“Could I see you in my office for a minute? I need some help with the wording of this post.” I giggled to myself getting a kick out of thinking about what Bridgette and Georgia would have to say about that one later. The nosy girls were probably already beside themselves wondering what had happened when Hayes drug me out of the Mess Hall earlier.

I could hear a grin in Hayes’ voice when he came back over the walkie. “Copy, Luna. Be right there.”

I hopped up from my chair, rushing to the front of my desk. I leaned back on it, trying to position my body in what I felt like was a seductive stance. I glanced down at my buttoned-up blouse. Quickly, I undid the top two buttons, opening the shirt a bit until my cleavage peeked out of the top.

A few minutes later the door opened. Hayes appeared. Was that a bulge already forming underneath his pants? My question was answered when he crossed the room and pressed himself against me for a kiss. My hand ran over his hardening cock, my pussy screaming for it.

His hand wrapped around the back of my neck, pulling me in for a hard kiss. His lips pressed against mine. I matched his hunger, eagerly returning his kiss. His hand found my breast, sliding beneath the top of my shirt and under my bra. I sucked in air as his fingertips pinched my peaked, hardening nipple. “Naughty girl,” he growled.

His hand slipped under my skirt, fingertips brushing against my pussy over my damp panties. “Let’s see how wet your pussy got from your spanking, little Luna. Did Daddy make you wet when he took you over his knee and spanked your bare bottom?”

I shuddered, moving my hips forward, trying to gain some purchase of his hand against my clit. He continued to tease me, rubbing my pussy lightly with just the tip of his finger. I groaned.

“Naughty, naughty little thing. Patience. Daddy wants to see how wet you are from your spanking, first.” His fingers slipped beneath the elastic of the leg of my panties. “Someone’s panties got wet. Do you need to change your panties, little girl?”

I moaned.

“Daddy asked you a question. Do you need to go home and put on fresh panties?”

“No, Daddy,” I moaned.

His finger moved up the slippery folds of my pussy. My eyes rolled in the back of my head as he rubbed my throbbing, pulsing clit. I leaned my head back, moaning.

“Just as I suspected. Daddy spanking you makes your pussy get very, very wet.” My hips gyrated, my clit rubbing hard against his finger as he moved it against me. His finger left my clit, sliding down. I groaned again as he moved it in and out. My pussy tightened around him. “So wet. Such a dirty girl getting off on her punishment.” A second finger joined his first, stretching me. His fingers moved within me. My pelvis rocked as I rode his hand. “Maybe spanking isn’t enough of a punishment for you, little one.”

My hips froze, my eyelids fluttering open in surprise. What other ways could he—would he—punish me? Butterfly wings trembled in my tummy. “What do you mean?”

One of his fingers slipped out of my pussy. The other remained, fingering me up and down. The missing member stretched upward. I gasped in shock and horror as his fingertip pressed on my anus. “Sometimes when naughty little girls get too excited by their spankings, their daddies have to find other ways to punish them.”

My eyes squeezed shut tight. My cheeks burned with shame. My pussy tightened around his finger with another gush of excitement. His finger slipped into my ass up to what felt like the first knuckle. I held my breath as his hot words whispered in my ears. “Sometimes, daddies have to punish by putting a big hard cock in your tight little bottom, teaching you the ultimate submission.”

Never had I ever participated in anal play. That was something good girls did not do. Absolutely not. Yes, I had done lots of dirty deeds with Hayes—I called him ‘Daddy,’ for goodness’ sake!—and yes, they had all given me extreme pleasure. And yes, I lay over my man’s knee, begging him to spank me. But up the butt? That was crossing a line of taboo I wasn’t ready for.

Or was I? His finger slipped out of my ass and I instantly wanted it back in. I wanted him to pump it further inside me, I wanted to see what it felt like to be taken there. My pussy told on me, tightening and pulsing and weeping. I had to have him... now. “I need you to fuck me,” I begged.

His free hand reached up, grabbing my chin in his hands. “Dirty mouth for such a little girl. Does Daddy need to spank you again?”

“No, sir. Let me show you what I can do with this dirty little mouth of mine,” I said.

His eyes lit with desire. His fingers slid from within me. My hands went to the waist of his jeans, unbuttoning them. I reached down, taking his cock in my hand. It was big and hard, and I wanted it inside of me. Flashing me a wicked smile, he pushed his jeans down over his ass. I bent down, taking his cock in my mouth. I licked my tongue around the tip, swirling and twirling as he groaned with satisfaction. His hands found their way into my hair. He gathered the hair on the back of my neck and tugged while I sucked him. I grabbed his balls in my hands, fondling them as I mouthed up and down his shaft.

“Damn, Luna. That feels amazing.” He pulled me back up toward him, grabbing my face in his hands and kissing me deeply. He moved our bodies backwards until I bumped into the edge of my desk. His hands were all over me, squeezing my breasts, squeezing my ass underneath my skirt. He pulled my panties down to my knees. I quickly shimmied out of them, kicking them off and onto the floor—I had learned to keep a spare in my desk drawer.

Hayes’ hands wrapped underneath my bottom, grabbing and squeezing my ass cheeks. I giggled as he lifted me up and onto the desk. He kissed my cheek, nibbled my ear. His mouth trailed down my neck, biting and sucking until a groan escaped my lips. I arched my back, my pelvis forward, ready for his cock.

The head of his cock was suddenly pressing into my opening. I lifted my hips, moaning and moving closer to him, begging him to put it in me. I wanted all of him, mind, body, soul. I wanted our bodies connected as one. And I wanted his full cock buried deep within me.

“Patience, baby girl,” he whispered, nipping at my earlobe. He continued to tease me, slowly pressing into me inch by inch.

“More,” I begged, throwing my neck back. He kissed and licked and sucked and bit the hollow I had created for him above my collarbone. I shuddered with desire and delight, tingles dancing down my spine. Finally, with one carnal thrust, his full member was within me. I groaned, grinding down on his rod. My hips twisted and rocked, the edge of my bottom barely leaning on the desk as my pussy demanded everything his cock could give me.

His arms wrapped around my lower back tightly, as he lifted me into the air. My legs wrapped around his torso as if I would squeeze the life from him, I needed him so badly. He thrust his hips up, pressing his huge cock into me. We moved together as one, me crying, “Harder, faster.” The impending explosion began to grow within my core. My nipples were as tight as drums, my pussy clenching and pulsing and milking his cock in ecstasy. I could no longer think. My breath caught in my chest. My eyelids locked shut and I bit my bottom lip until it bled as I held in the scream that came with his final thrust. I shuddered as he held me against him, my hair damp and stuck to my face. “Oh, Daddy,” I whisper, my lips finding his once more.

When he left, I pulled a spare panty from the drawer and snuck off to the bathroom to clean up.

Leaving the restroom, grinning ear to ear, I began my walk to the Mess Hall. The weather was gorgeous, and the spring air felt fresh against my face. My bottom was still sore and my pussy still tingling as I crunched my way over the rocky drive. As I neared the Mess Hall, I began to get nervous. Everyone had seen me sass Hayes. And seen him lead me away by my upper arm. And heard me call for him on the walkie. I felt like they could see my reddened bottom through my skirt. Smell the sex on me.

Standing at the door, I hesitated, my hand hovering over the handle of the door. Everyone would look at me, knowing I had been spanked and taken by Hayes. But there was triple chocolate cake in there. And hot coffee with fresh cream. As I stood, making my decision, a big arm suddenly surrounded my waist. I looked up, laughing as Hayes pulled me into a surprise embrace. His kissed my mouth, then whispered in my ear, “Did you get your work done?”

“Yes,” I murmured, melting into his embrace.

His hand went to my bottom, squeezing my sore cheek and sending me up on my tiptoes. “And how’s your ass?”

“Good,” I giggled, blushing.

“Then let’s get you some cake,” he said with a grin. He released me, holding the door opened for me. He said, “After you.”

I took a deep breath, casting my eyes downward as we entered the crowded Mess Hall. Everyone had come out to wish Bo a happy birthday. I stood tight against Hayes’ side, hiding under the protection of his big arm. Georgia gave me a wink and a wave. Bridgette gave me an eyebrow wiggle, mouthing the words, “How’s your ass?” which I ignored. But other than that, it was business as usual at the ranch. Another day, another spanked woman.