“If I have to do it, you’re getting twenty instead of ten.” Jace paused long enough to allow the threat to sink in. “Don’t be stubborn, Lily Mae. You know I mean what I say.”
She crossed her arms, and he could tell she was considering the cost of disobeying. After a moment, she reached for the pocket knife with a trembling hand and turned to the willow tree.
Jace took a seat on a nearby rock and watched as Lily Mae reluctantly headed to the tree. The early afternoon sun glinted off her tan, damp skin. Her long hair hung nearly to her waist. When she turned, he got a full view of her perfect bottom. Damn, but that girl was made to be spanked. He shifted where he sat, discreetly adjusting his stiffening cock where it now nudged against the fly of his faded jeans.
Lily Mae was reaching up now, the position of her arms so that the upward-tilting breasts were visible to his gaze, the little nipples rosy and pert. He wondered if her pussy was wet, despite her dread. Jace imagined bending her over and fucking her pussy, then fucking her tight, striped ass after he switched it. But there was a time and a place for sex, and he needed to start sending the message that when he punished her, it was solely for correction.
She’d selected the switch and was walking back now, looking for all the world like a seductive nymph. But Jace set his mouth in a grim line as he boosted his resolve. Lily Mae had always had a fiery temper, and had been on her own a long time without anyone to rein her in. She needed to realize she couldn’t just sass and curse him whenever she didn’t get her way.
It was a lesson he was about to teach her.
Jace stood to take the switch and the knife, and Lily Mae whimpered as she watched him skin the bark from the limber little branch she’d selected. He knew she’d never been switched, but he also knew that any girl growing up in west Texas was well aware of the dreaded practice.
Tears were welling in Lily Mae’s eyes as Jace put the knife back in his pocket, took hold of her arm, and turned her to the side.
“Move that hand,” he said when she instinctively moved it to the middle of her bottom. When she didn’t, he raised an eyebrow. “Lily Mae…”
With a scared little moan, she obeyed, and the switch flicked across the middle of her bottom, raising a welt as her cry startled several birds into fleeing the surrounding trees.
“It hurts!” she cried, trying to lower herself to the ground. The look she shot Jace was one of fear and betrayal, but he steeled himself against any pity he was tempted to give.
“It’s supposed to hurt,” he growled, and lifted her up as he brought the switch down again. This blow caught the underside of her cheeks, and she danced at the end of his arm, howling, as he brought the switch down again.
The fourth and fifth blow caught her thighs. By now Lily Mae was bawling and begging, and her struggles were so animated that Jace knew the only way to effectively finish the task was to put her over his knee. Taking his seat on the boulder, he did just that, catching her lower legs between his as he wrapped one arm around her tiny waist. This left her bottom a helpless target, and with Lily Mae thus restrained, he landed five more stinging stripes to her upturned nates.
She was a sobbing mess by the time he was done, her body slumped in helpless defeat to his authority. Jace tossed the switch aside and looked down at her bottom. He’d tilted her slightly upward after the seventh lick, and her cheeks had parted slightly, he realized, giving him a glimpse of her pussy. Just as he’d suspected, she was wet, the inner lips engorged and protruding through bare labia. His eyes traveled up to the rosy crinkle of her bottom hole. He remembered how she’d groaned with animalistic pleasure when he’d breached it with his fingers. The girl was a natural submissive, his perfect complement. It was his place to make her mind, but it was also his place to take her to the very outer reaches of pleasure. And he would, but first things first.
He lifted her off his lap before his cock could betray him completely by poking into her soft belly.
“Are you going to watch that tongue of yours?” he asked.
“Yes…” she wailed.
“Good girl.” He stood, giving her a hug. “You know I love you to death, Lily Mae. And we’re going to grow old together here on this ranch surrounded by our kids and grandkids. But make no mistake; whether you’re twenty-five or seventy-five, if you sass me I’m going to light that ass up, understand?”
She nodded. Her cries had diminished to little hiccoughing sobs now, and Jace took her in his arms. “Clean slate, baby. Clean slate.” He kissed her on the head. “Now get dressed. We’ve been out here longer than I intended and I’ve got to get back to work.”
“No, you don’t,” she pouted. “You own the ranch. You can spend the day with me if you want.”
“You’re right,” he said. “But I want you to spend the day thinking about why your butt is so sore. Now go on…”