Serendipity Ranch (13 page)

“Yes Sir,” Serena whispered.

The sting from the first thwack knocked the breath from her lungs, sending a blaze of fire across her flanks. “Oh God,” she finally breathed.

“Stings a bit, huh?” Preston asked drily.

“Yes, S—Sir,” Serena bleated.

Preston added another and the woman yelped. “Your sweet little backside is coloring up nicely,” Preston observed. He moistened his dry lips with his tongue as he gazed at her contracting cunnie. After three more, Serena was panting and began to rock back and forth a little, trying desperately to obey his instructions.

SPLAT! The paddle fell a sixth time, quickly followed by the seventh and an accompanying howl of pain. When the paddle again connected with her tortured, bare rear on the eighth stroke, the inevitable occurred.

“GODDAMN FUCKING PRICK!” she yelled.

Preston froze, his face clouding in disapproval. “Have you lost your mind? You have just earned yourself a mouth washing, young lady, as well as a start over with 30 strokes now.”

“No! I’m sorry! I couldn’t help it—It was an accident!” Serena bawled, trying to dislodge herself from the saw horse. Out of nowhere, Preston slapped lined cuffs over her wrists and deftly secured them to the legs of the bench. Serena screamed in protest, twisting and turning in a futile attempt to free herself like a bronco fighting to buck off the first saddle. And, like the horse, Serena finally crumpled, exhausted and unable to present further struggle. It was at this point that training could begin.

The next twenty minutes was a bitter experience. Serena squeezed her eyes shut as the paddle thrashed down with a volcanic CRACK across the crown of her already tender bottom. Preston was a veteran when it came to knowing exactly how to carry a punishment to the very edge of a girl’s endurance. His refined technique of pacing his strokes while gradually increasing the force and speed was guaranteed to bring the recalcitrant victim from a place of judicious discomfort to a twisting, squealing torment, the final few seconds becoming an inescapable torrent of misery.

Dangling limply over the sawhorse platform, Serena recoiled and thrashed in mounting anguish. The pristine, oil-polished wood seared her buttocks like a lick of fire as it leapt from side to side and raised a heated, ruddy blush over her lurching rear end. He placed the paddle aside, and with infinite patience, he raised his hand in an intensified swing as he switched his target from her rump to her upper thigh. His palm smashed down with lethal accuracy, sizzling through the air before slapping the pale feature below. The result was both theatrical and instantaneous as Serena released a long, ardent howl and tried to scramble off the platform and save herself from further punishment.

"Ow! Preston! Stop it! Don't! Ow! God Almighty! Stop it! FUCK!"

Preston ignored her shrill protests and continued without a second's hesitation. He now felt no pity, no regret, and no compassion as she, once again, challenged his rule. Redoubling his efforts, Preston laid his steely hand up and down Serena’s naked thighs.

“You STILL haven’t learned? Oh, baby, I'm going to make sure you remember this lesson for a long time to come. We will finish when I say so now," he said, as livid, fire engine-red blotches sprang up, turning her creamy thighs into glowing lanterns of branded flesh. He again lifted the paddle, watching as she hopelessly wriggled her hips to dodge the oak edges as they bit with unbearable pain into her quivering cheeks.

"Ow! Oh God, Ow! Stop! That hurts! I’m SORRY! Ow! Preston, please, honey, I’m begging you. No more!"

What little was left of Serena’s ego dissolved under a surge of humiliation.
How could this be happening? Here she was, a 26-year-old professional architect with a master’s degree, dangling over a piece of hard wood with her now useless bloomers slipping towards her ankles. Her bottom was pulsing with indignation, blazing like a lighthouse in the middle of a storm. She would never forgive Preston for this outrage, no matter how long she lived.

Preston braced for the grand finale as he paused to enjoy the spectacle of her freshly-smacked, and indisputably naughty bottom. As much as he—and his cock—wanted to sit around and delight in the view, he returned to the task at hand. Preston drew back his arm for the next volley and swept the paddle down to explode against Serena’s shivering orbs. He was rewarded by shrill, girlish screams.

"No more! Daddy! Please, no more! OW! Daddy, stop! It hurts too much! No, Daddy, please!"

"Oh, it hurts, does it?" Preston inquired good-naturedly, shifting his position to allow for greater accuracy.

Serena’s fingernails dug into the palms of her hands. "Yes! Ow! Yes, it hurts! Stop it! Daddy, please. Stop! Please—Please—Please—" She broke and let go of all control.

Relieved, Preston finally heard the sound of submission, the distant abandonment of feigned control, and the resultant surrender of her will to his. She was now his. Totally and completely. Tossing the paddle on the workbench, Preston returned to the weeping girl and ran his hands gently over her flaming, almost violet, backside. The heat was tremendous, and his cock throbbed with the desire to take another plunge into the depths of her womanhood. He gently released her from the cuffs but did not permit her to stand. The lesson was not yet complete.

“You have disappointed me today, Serena. I hate having to be so strict with you, but your lack of self-control has once again landed you in a heap of trouble. Stay right where you are. I will be right back,” Preston ordered, leaving her to cry into her shaking hands.

“I hate you,” she sobbed to herself. “I HATE you.” But the words were mere lies spoken in the heat of the moment. She loved him, now with even more passion than before. Stripped of pride and arrogance, she could finally be the person she knew she really was. He would teach her all she would ever need to know.

Preston returned with a small box in his hand and placed it on the workbench. He squatted in front of Serena’s red face and pushed the hair from her eyes. “You don’t hate me, you know,” he said quietly, seeing her balk fearfully. He heard her? Impossible! “You only hate that I made you let go. Now you can be molded and shaped into what you were destined for. I decided to forego the rest of your punishment except for one last thing. It will be to remind you that you are mine and I am the one in control at all times. Understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Serena whispered, her mind drifting in and out of that subspace of total freedom from responsibility and expectations. She only needed to be
right now
—
nothing more. He pulled a metal item out from the box and wiped it down before positioning himself behind her. Serena tensed as the finger of his right hand gently probed her tiny, tight anus while his left hand parted her cheeks to give him an unobstructed view. Embarrassment and humiliation once again flooded through her, and she whimpered as she felt him push something cold and hard into her rectum. She gasped as it grew more uncomfortable, stretching her bottom hole.

“What are you doing?” she cried out.

“This is a rectal speculum.” Preston announced, screwing the device in place. “You are to leave it in while you stand in the corner. Hands on top of your head. In fact, take off that shift.”

Just when Serena thought she could endure no more, Preston showed her otherwise. She stood before him, naked from the waist up, the bloomers dangling around her ankles and with a large silver device protruding from her bottom. He pointed to the corner and watched as she hobbled to it, her bottom glowing like a neon sign.

Serena had no perception of time as she stood with her nose pressed to the wall. The speculum was lodged uncomfortably within her and left her with the impression that he could see everything disgusting about her. She wept again, feeling more naked and vulnerable than ever before.

Preston returned to the woodshed thirty minutes later. Wordlessly, he removed the speculum and led her outside into the warm sunlight. He pointed to a bale of hay. “Sit right there on your bare bottom until I am done with my chores. I will bring you some water.”

Just when she thought the torture was over, a new flame was lit on her bruised posterior. The prickly hay itched and scratched her to the point of tears, and no position could be found that provided any comfort. She did not complain though. Preston looked up at her as he curried the horses, feeling sympathy for her plight. He quickly finished and walked over to her. She stared up at him with big, trusting blue eyes, waiting silently for his instructions.

“Would you like to go inside and take a shower?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. Timidly, she placed her hand in his and allowed him to help her to her feet. Preston easily scooped her into his arms and carried her into the RV, his eyes not once leaving her face. Her stunning features seemed softer, more relaxed somehow, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into his chest with a contented sigh. “Do you forgive me?”

“Yes, baby doll. You’ve paid the piper. Do you still love me?”

“More than ever, Daddy,” she murmured into his neck, inhaling his scent and purring. “I’m sorry I was such a bad girl.”

He stood her gently on her feet to finish undressing her, freeing her of the loosened bloomers, boots and socks, and kissing her gently on the forehead. She had completely regressed into a trusting, child-like state. “I love you, my little doll. I don’t like to be so stern with you, but you had a pretty tough lesson to learn. I hope I won’t have to be so hard on your little bottom again anytime soon.”

“I’ll be good. I promise,” Serena said in a small voice, not pulling away as he unbraided her hair. He helped her into the shower and gently washed her under the cool water, careful of her thoroughly chastised and multi-colored bottom.

Serena closed her eyes as he gently caressed and cleansed every crevice of her body, lingering on her inflamed, swollen globes. Preston turned her body to face the wall and allow him access to her tender rear. She shivered as his lips grazed gently over the bruised skin, kissing away her pain.

“You’re going to make me break another rule, Serena,” he murmured into her flesh. “No sex after punishment. But you are so beautiful like this. So fragile and compliant.”

Preston quickly stripped himself of his work clothes and slid into the stall with her. With barely enough room to move, Preston braced his arms on either side of the woman as the cool water washed over him. He felt her gently running her soapy hands over his tanned flesh, cleansing him slowly and deliberately. His cock came to attention, rising like a flagpole in response to her gentle ministrations. He closed his eyes as she explored his body with new-found devotion and curiosity.

Serena ran her fingers along the ridges of his abdomen, studying his hardened body as though it were a work of architecture. Solid, sturdy, beautiful, and very,
very
functional. She replaced her fingertips with her tongue, tasting the sweetness of his flesh as she worked her way down to his bobbing manhood. She paused to look up at him for permission to continue. His eyes were closed.

Tentatively, Serena reached to cup his scrotum in her left hand, squeezing gently as she wrapped her right hand around his thick, pulsing shaft. She licked her lips, glancing up into his face again. He was watching her with a smile. Serena parted her lips slightly, teasing him as she flicked the head of his cock with her tongue, and then breathed hot air along the length of the shaft. Preston moaned, resisting the urge to press closer to her mouth. Serena’s hot, wet tongue licked the base of his pole, slowly tracing the path upwards towards the mushroom-shaped tip. She turned her head sideways and nibbled gently, setting her teeth into his flesh. Preston inhaled sharply, his cock stiffening uncomfortably

Pleased with his response, Serena grew bolder as she reached around to the underside of his balls and ran her fingers along the velvety skin just below his anus. Preston shivered from the intimate touch, groaning as she opened her mouth and slowly took him inside. She glanced into his face as she began to reverently worship his thick cock with her tongue and lips, gently suckling the top, along the groove, over the eye, and along the ridge. He groaned with pleasure as he felt the edge of her teeth gently trace every contour, scraping the skin with the hint of a tiny bite.

His shaft twitched inside her mouth as the pressure building inside of him became unbearable. He took her head between his hands and began to thrust himself into her hungry mouth. Faster and harder, his cock begged for sweet release as his ragged breath called out her name. A cry escaped his lips as he stiffened, releasing a warm tide of his sweet essence down her throat. Serena moaned lustfully as she licked her lips and savored every precious drop he offered her.

Serena released the spent organ from the deliciously hot confines of her mouth and lifted her face to look at him. Approval was painted across his face, and she felt pride swell within her heart. With a devilish glint in her eyes, Serena reached up to join her lips with his, knowing he would not refuse her.

Chapter Eight

Preston watched Serena as she cheerfully monitored the final construction of the house. She had changed since her woodshed experience and seemed happier, freer, and much more playful. Her behavior had been exemplary, and he had not had reason to discipline her in over three weeks. She saw him walking towards the work site, and without care or caution, bee-lined over to him and launched herself into his arms.

“It’s almost done!” she squealed with excitement. “Electricity is being hooked up today along with plumbing, and then we are finished.”

“When are you going to let me see it?” Preston asked, trying to catch a peek through the wall- high windows. Both Sara and Serena had made him promise not to look until it was ready for move in.

“Not until Janie furnishes it. You promised!” Serena reminded him.

“Uncle P!” Sara’s voice called from the window of Drew’s truck. She raced out into his arms and covered his face with kisses. “We’re almost done!”

“I see that, munchkin. Hi Janie! Hey Drew. Serena, come meet my big sister.”