by Delta James
Ryder smiled as he looked at her body—flush from the intensity of the spanking as well as her arousal from both the spanking and the figging. He reached out and fondled her nipple, pinching it as he lowered his hand, making her gasp. He slid his hand between her legs. He wasn’t seeking to tease or pleasure but just to check to see how wet she was and to ensure she hadn’t dislodged her plug. He chuckled as he realized she was as drenched as he’d ever made her.
“Okay, little girl, you go back and stand facing the corner.”
She turned to go but asked him, “Like this?” He nodded. “What are you going to do?”
“Well,” he drawled, “first I’m going to admire my handiwork and let you stew a bit in your own and the ginger’s juices… literally. Then I’m going to come join you in the corner. I’ll take your plug out this time. Then I’m going to open my fly and let my cock out so I can plow your pussy. After that, little girl, you can stand in your corner while I get our horses ready. When I tell you to, you’ll get dressed and come out and get on your horse. We’ll go down to the truck and head for home. I’m going to drop you off at the house, and you’re going to go upstairs, strip, stand in the corner, and wait for me.” He smiled at her sharp intake of breath. “Is there anything about that which is unclear to you?”
“Ryder, please?”
“Sierra, how did I tell you that you were to answer me when you were being punished?”
“To say yes, sir or no, sir. So, no, sir, there is nothing unclear. Are you going to spank me when we get home? I don’t think I can stand it.”
“Oh, you’ll stand it. No little girl ever died from a good spanking. When I join you in our bedroom, you’re going back over my knee and I’m going to take my belt to you.”
“No, Ryder, please!”
“Yes, Sierra. Apparently the spanking you got yesterday wasn’t enough to deter you from misbehaving. I mean to ensure today’s punishment will suffice. Now, you be a good girl and stand in the corner. How you behave between now and when we both get up to our room will determine just how many welts I lay across your cute little butt.”
* * *
She heard him get off the bed. He walked across the floor to her and embraced her from behind. As much as her bottom hurt, her arousal in response to his presence was immeasurable. Her nipples were so hard they hurt. She need him to play roughly with them and to tug and pinch them. Her clit was engorged and needed the same treatment. But mostly she needed him to remove the piece of ginger from her ass and feel his cock enter her soaked pussy and do as he’d promised… plow her.
Ryder obliged her. He ran his hands up the front of her torso as he molded himself to her painful backside. She tried to move away, but he made a low menacing growl as he pulled her back against him.
With one hand wrapped around her middle to keep her in place, he used the other to milk her tits and tug on her nipples. Sierra moaned, but no longer from pain. He moved from breast to breast, keeping them both well kneaded and ensuring her nipples would be sore when she had to put her bra back on.
Sensing that she had learned she was not to move away from him, Ryder’s arm that was locked around her waist moved down to engage her clit in the same kind of rough play his other hand was giving to her nipples.
“Oh, God, Ryder…”
She could feel her entire body filling with sexual energy and tension. Her pussy was desperate to clamp down on something hard within it but was agonizingly empty. She ground her clit against the heel of Ryder’s hand as his fingers slid lower to play with her outer lips. Sierra’s breath had become labored; she tried to gulp air as her body rushed toward its climactic explosion.
Sensing how close she was, Ryder increase his fondling until her whole body stiffened as she came calling for him. Once she did, he gently removed the piece of ginger from her anus. He held her close, but she could feel his hand steal down between their bodies and felt him open his fly. His cock sprang free seeking her wet warmth. Instead of letting her body recover from the intensity of her orgasm, he put his hands on her hips, pulled her to him, and kicked her legs apart.
“You were a very naughty little girl this morning,” he said as he drove his cock to the deepest part of her pussy.
The violent contact his jean-clad body made with her punished backside caused her to gasp and to climax again. Sierra had never felt so dominated, possessed, and loved. Ryder pumped his cock in and out of her with the same relentless pounding his hand had given her bottom. It was hard to draw a line between the painful contact he was making with her ass and the incredibly erotic pummeling her pussy was being subjected to.
Over and over again he thrust into her, reminding her that she was his, enforcing the lesson earlier given by the spanking. His cock drove into her repeatedly as the walls of her pussy contracted around him to encourage him to increase the frenzy of his fucking and come, burying himself balls deep in her.
“Sierra,” he called as he thrust into her a last time and found his own release as her pussy squeezed his cock, drawing every last drop of his cum into her.
Ryder stayed joined to her while they both tried to resume normal breathing. One of his arms was once again wrapped around her middle holding her up and tight against him as he used the other to brace against the wall holding them both up. Sierra’s knees would have given way without his support.
When he felt that she had recovered enough to stand on her own, he uncoupled from her, patted her backside, chuckling as she winced, and kissed the back of her neck. “Stay,” he whispered.
Chapter Seventeen
Ryder got redressed and went out to saddle the horses. The snow had continued to fall down and there was probably another six inches. He brought the horses up to the lean-to and tied them to the hitching post directly in front of it. He threw a tarp over each of their saddles in order to keep the seat dry.
He opened the door and breathed a sigh of relief. Sierra was where he had left her—standing quietly in the corner with a bright red ass and his cum dripping down the inside of her thigh.
“Good girl,” he crooned from across the room. “I’ve got the horses ready. You get yourself dressed while I put out the fire and get the line shack closed down.”
Ryder walked back outside and grabbed an armload of dry firewood to replace what they had used. When he walked back inside, he laughed as he watched Sierra pulling up her jeans and grimacing in pain.
“It’s not funny, Ryder,” she said, her voice verging on tears.
He put the logs down, went over to her, and pulled her into his arms.
“You’re right. That wasn’t nice of me to laugh at you. But next time you think about being naughty, you remember how uncomfortable having anything on your ass is. By the time we get down to the truck, back to the ranch and I finish your punishment, I think I may have made enough of an impression on you that you decide perhaps being a good girl and minding me is a much better choice than being a naughty girl with a spanked and figged bottom.” He kissed the top of her head.
“Ryder, please, no. Don’t spank me when we get home.”
“Sierra, don’t whine. You earned your punishment. I mean to see that you get it.”
“Babe, my butt is so sore and I’ve never had anything shoved up my ass. And my girlie parts, as you called them, aren’t a whole lot better. I’m exhausted and I’ve learned my lesson. I’m sorry and I won’t do this again.”
“Enough, Freckles. I told you how you behave between now and when I come upstairs to finish with you will determine how many stripes I lay across your ass with my belt. Right now, I’m leaning toward being a bit on the lenient side, but if you continue arguing with me, I’ll decide that’s a bad idea and really lay into you. Are you done?”
“Yes, Ryder,” she said meekly.
They closed up the line shack and went out to the horses. Sierra stretched her leg up to put her foot in the stirrup and cried out. Ryder chuckled and offered to give her a boost so that she wouldn’t have to pull her ti
ght jeans across her swollen bottom.
“It’s not funny,” she said as she gingerly lowered herself onto the saddle.
Ryder swung up on Mouse.
“No, but it sure lets me think I may have gotten through to you this time.” He leaned across to her. “Now, give me a kiss and tell me you’re sorry for being such a naughty girl.”
She sat stoically looking at him. She took a deep breath and kissed him. “I’m sorry I was naughty.”
They turned the horses toward where Ryder had parked the truck and trailer and made their way down. Once they arrived at the trailer, Ryder unlocked the truck, turned it on, and put Sierra in the cab… on the pillow he’d brought for her use. She wasn’t sure whether to be angry at him or grateful for his thoughtfulness. She decided on the latter.
Ryder loaded Mouse and Joker, joined Sierra in the cab, and then carefully turned the rig around and headed for home. When they arrived home, Ryder drove up to the front door and had Sierra get out, reminding her where he expected her to be when he got up to their room.
He watched her go through the door and then drove down to put the horses up and check in with Charlie.
* * *
Sierra closed the front door behind her and Ruth hurried out of the kitchen.
“Are you all right? What were you thinking? You’ve had me half worried to death.”
“I’m sorry, Ruth. I had some mustangs hidden up in the far high pasture and I wanted to make sure they were okay.”
“Well, honey, why didn’t you tell Ryder and get him to go with you?”
“Because,” Ryder said as he entered the room, “she was afraid Ryder would tell her to leave them be, they’d be fine and wouldn’t have let her go.”
“Babe, Ruth came out and…” she said, fearful that he would see her not being upstairs as not following his instructions.
“I can see that, Freckles. Why don’t you go on upstairs and get warm. I’ll get Ruth to make us some sandwiches and bring them up. I checked in with Charlie and it’s all quiet both here and at Crooked Creek.”
Sierra crossed over to him and kissed him. “I love you,” she said simply and with no subterfuge.
“Good thing. You’re stuck with me. Now scoot.”
He turned her around and gave a light swat to her rump. She let out a quiet yelp that she hoped Ruth would interpret as startled versus painful.
Ryder followed Ruth back into the kitchen and helped her put together a late lunch for Sierra and himself.
“I thought we’d eat upstairs in our room. I’m hoping as she was up and out so damn early and with everything quiet around here, I can get her to rest some. She put out probably twenty big bales of hay for those damn mustangs.”
“Ryder, don’t fuss at her about the mustangs.”
“Ruth, I’m not pissed about the mustangs… it’s the sneaking off this morning and going out in a snowstorm and not letting anyone know where she was headed. That’s just foolish.”
“I know, but Sierra is independent and not used to answering to anyone.”
“She’s going to need to get over that,” he said with a smile.
Ruth smiled at him. “I never believed anything happened between you and Debbie. And I never stopped believing you and my baby girl would find your way back to each other.”
“I lost faith for a while,” he said honestly, “but then I realized I’d never stopped loving her and never would. So I’d told my employers I was coming home and meant to put things right. Then John showed up and it all seemed to fall into place.”
“I don’t think she’d have been able to weather her daddy’s passing this well without you. You let me know if you’re going to come down to dinner or if you’d like me to make you a tray so you can stay upstairs.”
Ryder blushed. “We can come downstairs for dinner, Ruth.”
“Oh, I know you can… I just don’t think either of you wants to. Don’t you look at me that way, Ryder Malone, I was once young and in love.” She handed him the tray. “Now you go on upstairs and see to my baby girl. Take care she doesn’t catch a cold.”
Ryder took the tray and headed up to their room. He chuckled when he thought that Ruth’s baby girl would be a lot happier if he didn’t mean to see to her in the way she needed most. He balanced the tray as he opened the door to their room.
Sierra was standing naked in the corner, her well-disciplined backside on display.
“Now that’s a sight to make any man’s cock stand up and take notice… especially one that has been away from its pussy for too long.”
“I really wasn’t trying to disobey you downstairs.”
“I know, baby. I could see what happened.” He put the tray down on the nightstand. He walked over to her and stroked her back with his hand. “Truly, you are the most incredible sight standing here like a good girl with your bright red bottom. Shame I’m going to have to add some stripes to it.”
“You don’t have to,” she cried quietly. “Please, Ryder. I’ll be good. I won’t hide mustangs from you again. I’ll tell you where I’m going and I won’t sneak off.”
He cupped her fanny lightly and she winced involuntarily. Her bottom was red and swollen and he had no doubt quite painful.
“I’m glad to hear that. Let’s get this finished and then we can spend our time on more pleasurable pursuits.”
He took her by the hand and led her back to their bed. She offered him no resistance.
“Bend over on the bed, Sierra. I want your fanny right here at the edge. You stretch your upper body down and just let your legs dangle. I don’t want to have to hold you in place. You’re going to maintain your position while I take my belt to you.”
“Ryder, please…”
“No, Sierra. Get in position.”
She did so, feeling very vulnerable and exposed. She heard him unbuckle his belt and remove it from his belt loops.
He drew his arm back and Sierra could hear the swish of his belt as it came down to lay a line of fire across her bottom. Sierra screamed into the bedcovers. She didn’t think anything had ever hurt as much.
“That’s for not being honest with me about those mustangs.” He drew his arm back and laid another stripe across her entire bottom, causing her to clutch the bedcovers and bite into them. “That’s for taking off and not letting anyone know where you’re going. Do that again, little girl and it’ll be five stripes with my belt for that alone.” She heard the sound of his belt slicing through the air again only seconds before it connected with her ass a third time, making her scream again and begin to sob. “And that’s for slipping out of our bed and sneaking off. From now on, you wake me and tell me what you’re doing before you leave our room. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, sir,” she cried.
He saw her cringe as he moved his hand with the belt in it. While he hated seeing her in pain, he wanted her to learn she wanted no part of his taking his belt to her backside to punish her. He put his belt back through the loops but did not buckle it.
Ryder rubbed her back. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Get up on your knees on the edge of the bed. Put your shoulders and head on the mattress and spread your legs. I want you to present your pussy to me for fucking.”
Sierra said nothing but did as she was told. He watched her body tremble, but not from fear… from desire. Seeing her in such a submissive position with her bright red and now welted bottom made his already swollen cock even harder.
“Do you have any idea how sexy you look like that?” He ran his finger down the crack of her ass, stopping briefly to finger her bottom hole and then continuing down to her dripping pussy. “You are so wet. Does my naughty cowgirl want her hot, wet pussy fucked?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
Ryder opened his fly and freed his cock from the confined space of his jeans. He came up behind her and rubbed the head of it along her wet slit. He had to keep from laughing; she was almost keening with need and he couldn’t remember the last time his
cock had been this hard or his balls ached this much in anticipation of fucking a woman.
“Please, Ryder?” she mewled.
Ryder mounted her with one hard and true thrust—past her entrance, past her inner walls that tried to grasp him, all the way to the end of her channel to the very core of her being.
Again, Sierra screamed into the mattress and grasped the bedding, but this time in response to his passion and dominance and not from a belt being laid across her ass. She had to work to keep from being moved forward, so hard was his entrance.
Ryder stood behind her and pummeled her pussy. She felt wet and hot and desperate for his cock. Again and again he pistoned in and out of her. He grasped her hips and held her as he rammed his shaft into her repeatedly. His hips made painful contact with her bottom, but Sierra didn’t care. She had surrendered completely to him and they both knew it. She reveled in his possession and mastery of her body. Sierra only vaguely remembered that he had thoroughly thrashed her backside. All that mattered now was his pounding cock hammering her.
Sierra could feel her cunt begin to tighten around him. It was spasming in rhythm to his stroking. He increased the speed, depth, and power of his thrusting. Sierra’s pussy began to tumble into ecstasy as Ryder made his final plunges into her and then found his own release. He butted her with his hips a final few times to ensure he had emptied all of himself into her. When he felt his cock was done, he ran his hands underneath her and lovingly squeezed her breasts, making her sigh contentedly.
He leaned over her and kissed her neck. “You are the best ride I’ve ever known.”
She giggled. He scooped her up off the bed and brought her into his lap. She wrapped her arms around him and snuggled as close to him as she could get.
“You ever pull a stunt like that again, little girl, and it’ll be a whole lot more than three stripes from my belt, do you hear me?”
“Yes, sir,” she mumbled, nuzzling his neck. “I’m sorry, Ryder. Really. I won’t do it again.”
