And then she just appeared in the parking lot he was checking out. Maybe she was the thief. If she was, what was he doing bringing her onto the ranch?
He took a left, swinging off the road, passing by the sign for the ranch. “Walker Ranch,” she said. “That’s where I’m going. You dropping me off there on your way home?”
“It’s where I work,” he said, not adding anything.
“Oh.” She squirmed in her seat. Did she know what kind of ranch it was? She had to, right?
He pictured her dressed like the others, climbing onto his lap for the spanking she richly deserved. How many nights had he tried to put that image out of his mind?
He took the car past the main house.
Jack was in his chair on the verandah, Holly over his lap, panties down, skirt up, his hand slapping down on her bare ass in the light of the lanterns hanging from the eaves.
“Oh, my,” Alison said as they drove on by. “What did I just see?”
“Owner of the ranch,” he replied, his cock twitching at the thought of doing the same to her. “Doling out some discipline to his…wife.
“Erm…okay.”
“So you booked a stay?” he asked as he brought the car to a stop by the garage. “How long you here for?”
“Just for the weekend. I needed a place to go and sorry but what did we see back there?”
His inner Daddy woke up and stretched. One weekend. He could have her as his Little for one weekend. Two nights wouldn’t do anyone any harm. Right?
3
Alison
Alison stood by the car while Marcus disappeared into the garage to hunt for the jump leads.
She closed her eyes and sighed. At once she saw the spanking on the verandah again.
She didn’t know who the woman was back there but she knew one thing. She was jealous of her. To be that bold, that confident, to undergo a spanking in public like that, not caring that a complete stranger could see.
It was like one of her fantasies come true. How many times had she dreamed of Marcus doing that to her back when she last saw him? Him being her Daddy? Disciplining her?
So many sleepless nights yearning for him. Then the night she told him how she felt about him, he vanished from her life. Disappeared. Never to be spoken of again.
Her father refused to tell her where he’d gone or why. Just told her not to mention Marcus’s name ever again.
Her toes curled to think of her confession. Aged eighteen, telling one of her father’s army buddies that she loved him, reaching out to take his hand when he came to say goodnight, only for him to pull away from her and leave the room.
That night was seared into her memory. The night she got drunk and put it all out there only to be rejected.
She’d stumbled off to a bar to get wasted and by the time she came back to the house he’d gone. Never to be seen again. Until tonight.
Three years and her feelings hadn’t gone. They were stronger than before. Was that even possible?
He was as handsome as last time she saw him, a few more flecks of gray in his hair, arms bigger.
Acting like they’d last met for coffee a week ago, not the night she’d bared her soul only for him to walk away and vanish.
She wouldn’t do it again. She couldn’t bear the thought of being rejected a second time. She would keep her mouth shut.
He worked at the ranch. That didn’t mean she’d have to see him while she was there on vacation.
He emerged from the garage. “I can’t find the jump leads.”
“Oh.”
“I’ll take the truck and tow your car back here.”
“Oh, okay. Should I come with you?”
“No need. I’ll get you set up here and then go get it. Where are your car keys?”
She gave them to him, her fingertips brushing his palm. Her legs felt weak. He was so firm, so strong. The lightest touch and she was a giggling child again, a child with a crush.
That was all she was to him.
She shook the feeling out of her head. She wasn’t here for that. She was here for a weekend of hiding in her room being Little, nothing else. Maybe a horse ride if she felt brave enough for that.
“This way,” he said, carrying her suitcase back toward the main house. She followed him, looking at the chair on the verandah as they passed by. Empty now.
It was almost possible to believe she’d imagined the spanking that had just taken place there just minutes earlier.
He held the door open for her. The interior smelled of pine and reminded her of the ranch she’d stayed in when she was a kid, the last one she’d stayed at with her mom before she got sick.
“Jack, you in?” Marcus called behind her.
“Through here,” a man’s voice replied.
They walked into a lounge. The owner of the voice was sitting on a couch, walking football on a TV attached to the wall.
Movement to the left caught Alison’s eye. She looked that way and gasped out loud. The woman who’d been spanked was standing in the corner, facing the wall.
She had her skirt bunched up in her hands, held behind her back. Her bare buttocks were on display and they were bright red. Alison couldn’t look away.
“Holly been acting out again,?” Marcus asked, joining Jack on the couch.
“Afraid so. Any luck finding our thief?” Jack replied.
“Nope but I found one of your guests.” He nodded toward Alison.
Jack turned her way. “You booked in this morning, right?”
“I did,” Alison said, her eyes still drawn to the woman facing the wall. How was she expected to have a normal conversation in circumstances like this? “Two nights if that’s all right.”
“Room one upstairs. It’s unlocked ready for you. Your clothes are inside. Playroom’s above it when you’re ready.”
She glanced down at the suitcase in front of the couch. “My clothes are inside where?”
Jack examined her more closely, then sighed. “Darlin’, you’ve no idea what kind of ranch this is, have you?”
“Sure I do,” she said, not liking his patronizing smile.
“Then you know what’s expected of you, don’t you?”
“Sure.”
“Off you go then.”
“I’m taking the pick-up to get her car,” Marcus said as Alison stood looking lost in the doorway.
“What’s up with it?”
“Flat battery. Out at Helen’s Viewpoint.”
“I’ll take you out there. Holly, you stay there until I get back.”
Marcus got to his feet. “I’ll show you up,” he said to Alison, carrying her suitcase back out of the lounge. She scurried after him, following up a broad flight of stairs to a landing with several doors, each one marked with a number.
“In here,” Marcus said, pushing the nearest door open.
She looked inside the room. It was beautiful. Large bed with pink bedding that looked like satin. Paintings of mountains on the varnished wooden walls. Fire roaring in the hearth.
A wide window that looked out on the darkness with an armchair in front of it. Besides that a bookcase that seemed to be filled with children’s books.
A desk to write at and that was just fine by her.