The group continued on their way. Crowe was up front with Jack and Marcus. The three of them were deep in conversation but Crowe kept interrupting to curse his horse as she wandered off to the left and right.
“Not going too well?” Marcus asked with a chuckle.
“Why couldn’t I bring my hog instead? That turns left when I turn it left. This thing goes wherever the hell it wants.”
“Wherever she wants,” Jack corrected. “And if you’d brought your motorcycle, the horses would have been spooked and we’d never have seen them again.”
Crowe grumbled as the conversation continued. She was glad when they reached the creek. The three daddies stripped off and jumped in, leaving their Littles to chat on the shore.
“How are you enjoying the ranch?” Alison asked Donna.
“It’s pretty here,” she replied. “I hope we get to come back. Takes some getting used to though.”
“What does?”
“The quiet for one. And the fact that it’s built for Littles and Daddies. I thought I was the only Little with a playroom.”
“Nope.” Alison lay back in the sunshine, looking up at the leaves waving in the breeze, the light dappling her skin.
To her right bees were droning. Summer was coming to an end. Soon the temperature would start dropping. She closed her eyes, drifting off to the sound of birds calling above her head.
When she woke up the three daddies were sitting on the shore, dripping dry and talking to each other.
“You said something on the phone about Cathy,” Marcus was saying to Crowe. “Have you tracked her down?”
“Yep, got you an address if you want it.”
“How did you find her?”
“It wasn’t too hard. When she started trying to sell Derek’s credit cards, the news got to us at the club. Didn’t take long after that. Been up to some shady things, that one.”
“Thanks, I owe you.”
“Maybe you can return the favor me now.”
“You have something in mind?”
“It’s the reason I came out here. There’s a woman in trouble, needs somewhere to hide. Could she stay here for a few days?”
“Sure, we’ve a couple of spare rooms at the minute.”
“Only fair to warn you, it might bring some trouble your way.”
“What kind of trouble?” Jack asked.
“Best I don’t say too much to either of you at the minute. Just keep your eyes open while she’s here. You got guns on this ranch?”
“Locked up.”
“Might want to unlock them when she gets here.”
“Jeez, who is this woman?”
“It’s better if you just call her Orla. That’s the name she’s been using with us.”
“What’s she done?”
“I can’t say.”
Marcus shook his head. “We need to know something. Who is she?”
Crowe sighed. “She’s pissed off a mafia boss. That’s all I can tell you. She just needs somewhere to hide while we take care of things.”
Jack stood up. “I’ll make plans. When’s she coming?”
“Not sure. I’ll let you know soon as I do.”
“We better ride back and maybe you and I can talk more in the office. Come on, girls. Time to go back.”
“But I’m not ready to go yet,” Alison said as the others got to their feet. “I haven’t even gone swimming yet.”
“Not my fault you fell asleep,” Marcus told her. “Come on, up you get.”
“No,” she said, running over to the creek and jumping in. “If you want me, you’ll have to come and get me.”
Marcus turned to Jack. “I’ll catch you up.”
The others climbed onto their horses and started riding back. Marcus turned to face Alison, a familiar stern look on his face.
“Now you’re for it,” he said, walking to the edge of the creek. “Showing your Daddy up in front of everyone.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
“Nothing. You’re going to climb out of there and get on all fours right here.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Then you don’t get the present I’ve got for you in my pocket.”
“You haven’t got me a present. Have you?”
He brought a small velvet box out from his pants.
“Is that…?” she asked.
“Here now,” he replied, pointing at the ground in front of him. “Or you’ll never find out.”
She splashed out of the water as fast as she could, running over and kneeling in front of him, bending down so her ass was pointing back at him. “Is that…?” she asked again.
“Punishment first,” he said, yanking down her soaking wet jodhpurs. Once her ass was visible, he slapped his hand down, the sting making her gasp.
The sensation was never going to be one she got used to. Every time shocked her with that sting. She winced as he spanked her again and again.
Each time, she shuddered, trying not to cry out.
By the time he was done, she was a quivering wreck, his hand stroking where he’d spanked, the sensation making her moan with desire.
She turned and looked at him again. “Stop teasing me,” she said. “Please.”
He smiled, opening the box and pulling out a sparkling ring. “How about I give you your present?”
“Is that…?”
“An engagement ring? Yes, it is. Alison, will you do me the honor of being my wife?”
“Yes, of course I will!” She leaped up, falling over as her jodhpurs caught on her thighs. He caught her, taking hold of her hand and sliding the ring onto her finger.
“I’m glad you said yes,” Marcus told her, kissing her softly. “I’m not sure what I’ve have done otherwise.”
Found someone else?”
“There is no one else. Never has been. It’s always been you.” He kissed her again. “Now pull those up and let’s get back to the ranch. I think we’ve got some news we want to share, don’t you?”
She beamed up at him then examined the ring again. “It’s beautiful,” she said. “So beautiful.”
“So are you,” he replied.
They mounted their horses and rode out of the creek toward the ranch. Behind them the river continued tinkling its gentle way through the valley, the sun slowly setting in shades of red and orange behind it.
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Daisy March is the author of contemporary age play romance about the DDLG lifestyle, featuring an equal mix of firm discipline and the warm fuzzies.
She lives in a small town with her husband, two children, and loyal dog. In between books, Daisy enjoys a nice wine, a bad joke, and reading about other swoonworthy romance heroes.