He laughed with her, and then unbuckled his belt and eased his jeans down. She reached for him. His cock sprang free. She wondered, when the time came, if she would be able to accommodate it.
"You're a big boy, Scott Armstrong." She stroked his cock with her index finger. He was ramrod straight and hard as a rock. His eager cock twitched in salute. Impressive.
"Uh huh," he said lazily. "I... oh... mmmm..." He said nothing else for the next few minutes. Neither did Carla, for her mouth was fully occupied on servicing him.
Scott groaned and thrust upwards with his hips, his hands entwined in her hair. "You've done this before, you bad girl," he said huskily. "Oh man... that feels so good. Don't stop. Don't stop." He closed his eyes, silent now, his hips beginning to spasm as his release came.
---oOo---
Some time later they headed downtown on a shopping expedition. In the first store, Carla tried on six dresses and a fringed suede jacket. Scott insisted she open the curtain of the fitting room and give him a twirl. She obliged, feeling carefree and happy. Selecting the dress she liked best of all, she took it and the jacket to the checkout till and handed the sales assistant her credit card.
"Whooah," said a voice at her elbow. "Not so fast. I'll get these. Put them on my account please," he instructed the assistant.
"Certainly Mr Armstrong," she replied, and began folding the clothes neatly.
"No Scott. No. It's very kind of you but I can't let you buy them."
"Nonsense. When have I ever bought you anything? Never. It's time I did."
"But Scott, I -"
He silenced her with a kiss, and as Carla was momentarily distracted looking at a rail of outlandishly expensive new arrivals with designer labels, he told the sales assistant to wrap the other five dresses as well. He returned to Carla with two bulky bags. When she stared suspiciously he told her, "They pack things very well in this store. Layers and layers of tissue paper." Then he swept her out, deposited the packages in the trunk of his car, before heading off to a shoe store where he got Carla to try on a few pairs and bought them all, despite her protests.
"Indulge me, Carla. I'm having fun. You are too - admit it."
"I guess so," she admitted. "But..."
"No buts. Underwear next. And I help choose." He chose well - six sets of matching lingerie, two nightgowns and a bathrobe, plus hosiery. "Of course the real fun will come when you're wearing some of these sexy undies and I get to take them off," he whispered, rather too loudly. Heads turned. People smiled.
Carla blushed, then giggled. It would be fun indeed. The next place they visited was a large saddlery which sold riding apparel. The place smelled wonderfully of polished leather. Scott casually stroked a leather belt as he passed by and made a mental note that he would introduce Carla to the feel of leather on her bare ass when the time was right.
They browsed the well-stocked store and acquired a pair of heavy duty jeans and two pairs of pale grey tailored riding breeches.
"But Scott - I'm really not at all sure about these. They're a bit of a snug fit - they make my bum look huge."
"Oh yeah," he grinned, nodding in undisguised delight. "Massive. I'm not complaining."
"You're incorrigible," she giggled.
"We're also going to need a lightweight protective vest. If you do happen to take a tumble, I don't want any broken bones. We'll take a protective helmet too - I'm not having you sustaining a head injury. Here - try this for size." He plonked one on her head. It had a hard shell designed to absorb impact.
Carla pulled a face as she adjusted the chin strap and peered in the mirror. "It's not exactly flattering."
"It's not meant to be a fashion statement, hon, it's designed to protect your head... and you will wear it," he added in a tone that brooked no argument. It was a tone that Carla would come to know very well.
The next purchase was two cool and comfortable short sleeved riding shirts, two long sleeved shirts, a flattering fleece jacket, a couple of pairs of socks and a cute yet serviceable pair of black knee-high waterproof riding boots.
"I'm lusting to see you in these boots with those tight breeches," murmured Scott.
"You're a kinky old devil, that's what you are."
"You bet I am." He stooped to kiss her. "We'll get these stashed in the car, then head for a bar. I could do with a cool beer."
They opted for Becka's bar. It was fairly quiet, and they sat in a corner.
"Scott - you've spent an absolute fortune on all these things. I'm grateful, and the whole shopping trip has been fun - but that's it now. I don't want you spending any more money on me."
"I've enjoyed spoiling you a little. Carla, I know you're no gold digger. These things are a little gift. Accept them with grace and we'll have no more arguments. It's just money, and there are far more important things."
"Just money? Phew, Scott. You must be a millionaire."
"Wrong. Actually I'm a billionaire. Does that bother you?" He looked at her, his piercing blue eyes intent on her reaction.
She looked totally stunned for a moment. "I can't imagine how many zeroes are in a billion! Doesn't it frighten you, all that money?"
"No, it doesn't. Now answer my question."
"Um. Well, it's a little strange for me. I've never had much money to speak of, so what bit I have I've used carefully. I can't comprehend having billions. I wouldn't know what to do with it. But does it bother me that you have so much?" She paused and thought for a moment. "It would bother me if you were high handed and arrogant and pretentious. But you're none of those things, Scott. I obviously got the impression that you were comfortably off but had no idea you were a billionaire until now. It's a little scary, but it doesn't bother me because..."
"Because?"
"Because you're you and I'd value you exactly the same if you had nothing."
He looked at her and smiled. "Good answer, darlin'." He squeezed her hand. "You have integrity. So do I. We're going to get along just fine. More than fine," he said meaningfully. "You have no idea how much it means to me to have you come and stay at the ranch and start a relationship with me. I've waited months for this to happen, and now it has, nothing is going to spoil it."
"I can hardly believe it. It's happened so quickly. Part of me wishes I hadn't been so completely absorbed with Lyle. I'm so glad you waited for me. You could so easily have moved on to the next available girl."
He shook his head. "I knew what I wanted, and you were worth the wait. And even though you weren't involved with me until now, that's a good thing in its way because you were loyal to Lyle. I value loyalty. I don't approve of lies and deception." He put his arm around her shoulders and planted a fleeting kiss on her lips. "Happy?"
"Yes. Yes. A thousand times yes."
---oOo---
The following days passed in a whirl of activity. Carla settled down to life on the ranch and became a firm favourite with everyone. She soon learnt the names of the ranchers and their families, and quickly forged a bond with all members of the Armstrong family and their staff. She and Rose became particularly good friends and had lots of shared interests - and riding became one of them.
True to his word, Scott took Carla out riding every morning and she slowly increased in confidence on horseback. She loved Splash, and he loved her, snorting and whinnying with pleasure when she came into his sight. Her riding tuition was extended by Rose in their afternoon sessions, and after two weeks, Carla was competent in the saddle and showed no fear. She grew to love riding, and developed muscles in her thighs she never knew existed! She took a few tumbles, but nothing serious, and managed to entrance Scott and several of the ranch hands when she wore her tight-fitting riding breeches and boots.
Her relationship with Scott was solid. They delighted in each other and spent hours talking long into the night. Carla thought it strange at first that he didn't have full sex with her, but realised he was making an effort to take things slowly, not wanting to push her too hard after her recent break-up with
Lyle. It wasn't a problem. She was content to be so deliciously intimate with him in other ways, and loved nothing more than to be held in his strong arms. She raised the subject of outstaying her welcome a couple of times, feeling that she really shouldn't impose on the Armstrong's hospitality for much longer, but she was always rebuffed.
"Nonsense woman, we like having you here. You must stay longer. I need you here with me. You don't really want to go home, do you?"
And she would shake her head emphatically. She made regular phone calls to Violet, Herb and Precious. They were all well and happy to know that she was happy. There was no reason to return. So she stayed, and the longer she stayed, the stronger became the bond between her and Scott. He made her feel safe, protected, and loved. It was a time of learning more about each other's likes and dislikes, moods and emotions. And Carla soon learnt that one thing that Scott loved was the rodeo.
She listened as he spoke animatedly about testing the skill and speed of participating cowboys. He explained the principles of team roping, tie down roping, bull riding and barrel racing, saddle bronc and bareback bronc riding.
"It's a competitive sport, he told her. "Fast paced and high adrenaline. It started way back, arising out of the working practices and skills honed by cowboys. The bronc riding is real fun to watch. Want to see it for yourself?"
"Yeah, sure I would."
"That's good," he said as with a flourish he pulled out two tickets from his back pocket and waved them in front of her nose. "This afternoon babe, we're off to the rodeo."
Carla jumped up and down in delight, then threw her arms around his neck. His enthusiasm was contagious, and she was just as excited by the prospect of going to the rodeo as Scott was.
---oOo---
The arena was packed and the atmosphere was vibrant. Crowds of people thronged in anticipation of the events.
Scott kept filling Carla's head with information. "It's the lure of the money that keeps the cowboys and cowgirls heading down the trail," he told her. There are big prizes to be won, and every participant hopes to win a rodeo belt buckle. Now - watch this guy - his horse is held in that small enclosure called a bucking chute. As soon as its opened, the horse bursts out and begins to buck. The guy has to try and stay on the horse for eight seconds without touching the horse with his free hand. Not so easy - I tried it when I was younger - took a tumble and broke my darn collar bone! The horses are bred not only for strength and agility, but bucking ability. Watch!"
The crowds cheered and hollered as the bronc shot out of the bucking chute and immediately began to attempt to throw off his rider.
"The rider must have the heels of his boots in contact with the horse above the point of the shoulders before the horse's front legs hit the ground. Here he goes. This guy is good!" Scott shouted, his voice lost in the cheering crowd.
Carla was totally absorbed in the spectacle. Caught up in the general euphoria, she found herself waving and cheering and clapping her appreciation. She was having a marvellous time until a tarty looking woman elbowed her way through the crowd, making a bee-line for Scott.
"Scott - babe - how are ya?" Without giving him a chance to respond she leaned close and fastened her pink-glossed lips on his mouth. "Mmm. Sexy as ever, darlin'. You look real good. Wanna buy me a drink?"
Carla stared at the interloper, resisting an urge to punch her on the nose for kissing Scott like that. The woman had huge breasts that were spilling out of a low cut top nipped in at the waist with a broad leather belt. She wore a pair of shorts so brief her ass cheeks hung out provocatively. Her tanned legs were long and shapely, elevated by a pair of impractical yet devilishly sexy four inch heels. Carla disliked this woman on sight. To make matters worse, the tarty bitch hugged Scott tightly, her hands roaming down his back and butt.
"I've always loved this cute butt of yours, cowboy - and the rest of your gorgeous body of course," she added meaningfully.
Scott prised her off and took a step back. "Ah. Gracie. Hi."
"Hi yourself, big boy," Gracie purred. "Missed me?"
"No."
"Liar. I know you have. We had some good times, you and me... and will have again, cowboy. Now about that drink? C'mon let's go to the bar and catch up." She caught hold of his hand and tugged him forward.
"Go look elsewhere Gracie. I'm enjoying the rodeo with my girlfriend. Gracie - this is Carla."
Gracie turned and gave Carla a dismissive look of contempt. "Hi." Then she turned her back on Carla and slipped her arm around Scott's waist. "She can wait here while we go and enjoy ourselves."
Carla bristled. What a strumpet! What a tart! What a complete BITCH, she fumed. She'd heard about these so-called buckle bunnies, the rodeo groupies renowned for dressing and behaving in sexually suggestive ways. They got their name from the prize belt buckles awarded to the winners in rodeo - the buckles being highly sought after by the bunnies, who paid for the buckles with sex. Well Scott wasn't participating in the rodeo, so what the hell did this tart want with him?
"No way, Gracie. Go find yourself a competitor to hassle."
"Aw, Scott, babe - I only have eyes for you. You like what you see, huh?" She shook her chest, wobbling her breasts enticingly.
Something snapped inside Carla. Somehow the contents of the large carton of Coke she was holding was tipped over Gracie's head. "Fuck right off!" yelled Carla. "Go bother someone else, you tart!"
"Ohhhhh!" Coke dripped through Gracie's brown curls, now plastered to her head. The brown liquid trickled in torrents down her face, ruining her eye make up, and soiling her white top. The Coke reached her shorts and trickled down her legs. "You fucking BITCH!" she screamed and leapt at Carla.
In mere moments, the two women were kicking and screaming and tearing at each other's hair. They fell to the ground and rolled around, slapping at each other and hair pulling. Scott stared slack jawed at the spectacle, then stepped into the fray. He separated the two struggling woman and hauled them to their feet, glaring at the dishevelled pair.
"You're a disgrace, both of you. Gracie - get the hell out of here. I didn't ask for your company and I'm not interested in buying you a drink, either now or at any time in the future. Carla - get your purse. We're leaving."
"Huh - you were interested when you wanted to fuck me," spat Gracie. "What's up - aren't I good enough for you now or somethin'?"
Scott ignored her completely. Grabbing Carla's wrist in a grip of iron, he strode out of the arena, dragging her behind him. The crowds parted. There were cat calls and whistles. Cat fights were always worth a watch. This was damn fine entertainment.
On the ride back to the ranch, Scot was silent and grim-faced.
"Sorry," ventured Carla.
"You will be," he said ominously.
Carla pouted. She rubbed her head. That bitch had pulled out her hair in handfuls and her scalp ached. One of her ribs was sore too, and there would probably be a big bruise on her knee where she banged it on the ground.
"I hate her... coming on to you like that."
"And that gives you the right to behave in that way?" His tone was icy. "I expected better from you Carla. You embarrassed me and showed yourself up."
He was right of course, Carla knew that. She sat stiffly, still angry, and hurt... and jealous. Very jealous. She pondered on what the exact nature of the relationship was between Scott and that tramp. She wanted to ask him, but the look on his face prevented her from doing so. So instead, she sat in stony silence, preoccupied with her thoughts.
It was obvious to the family that something was amiss between Scott and Carla. One look at Carla's dirty and crumpled clothes and the looks on their faces spoke volumes. But everyone tactfully ignored the situation. These things happen. They would sort it out.
Isaac Armstrong watched the pair retreat upstairs. "Someone's likely in for a bottom whuppin'," he commented to Brenda.
Brenda nodded ruefully. She understood all too well. Still, after it was over and done with, it would clear the air. "Then
let them get on with it," she said, taking Isaac's arm. "Let's go have a drink. They'll both come round later. They'll be fine. She's the one for him you know. It's obvious. And I'm glad. It's time he settled down."
"Me too," agreed Isaac. "I like her. He's chosen well. And, if she's going to be a part of this family a good spanking now and then won't do her any harm - will it?" His eyes twinkled as he looked at his wife. Even in her late fifties she got her bottom warmed when it was deserved, but usually just for the fun of it.
"It sure hasn't done me any harm." She kissed his cheek and smiled serenely, her bottom still tingling from the previous night's spanking.
---oOo---
Scott took Carla to his room and opened the door to a smaller room which served as his study. It was a typically masculine room with dark oak furnishings upholstered in burgundy, with burgundy drapes at the windows. But Carla wasn't here to admire the décor. One wall was lined with books. Situated close to the book shelves was an oak desk. Scott pointed to it.
"Carla, I'm going to spank you for what you did today. Go to the desk, pants and panties down, and bend over."
Carla blinked. "You're gonna spank me over the desk?"
"I am."
"But... but... that's not nice... it's not fair," she pouted. What had happened to the sexy intimate spankings over his lap or stretched out on the bed? And there was something strangely humiliating about having to take down her panties herself. It didn't seem right. Carla frowned. Now that she had calmed down, she was feeling ashamed of her behaviour at the rodeo. "I've never done anything like that before. Ever. Please believe me." She looked at him with tear-filled amber eyes.
"I do believe you, Carla, but it still doesn't excuse your behaviour. Now let's get this over with, shall we?"
She really didn't want to bend over that hateful desk, but she felt her legs moving towards it. She stood in front of it, staring at the polished surface.
"Jeans down."
"But Scott..." she began.
"Carla. I'm not going to tell you again," he said in that tone.
"Oh allright then, I'll bend over your stupid desk!" Angrily, she unfastened her jeans and tugged them down to her thighs.
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