Kayla & the Rancher by Paige Tyler (best manga ereader txt) 📕

careful to keep his back to her. In the hallway, he stood outside the door for a moment, listening to the sounds of the water as she washed, and as he imagined her running a soapy sponge down her

neck and over her sweetly rounded breasts, he almost groaned aloud. As far as he was concerned, that wedding dress she was making couldn’t get done

fast enough.

Though she couldn’t imagine what she’d done, Kayla was sure that Cord had

come into her room to spank her again. However, after he’d just come in to ask her to go riding with him, she realized that it had just been wishful thinking on her part.

But what if it had been more than that, she thought? What if Cord really had come into her room to spank her? Exhilarated by the idea, she picked up the sponge and gently ran it down her outstretched arm, letting the scene play out in her mind.

Of course, Cord would question her about her misdeeds first, asking her why she’d deliberately disobeyed him and gone back to the saloon to play poker when he’d specifically told her not to. She’d give him some flippant answer that would be sure to annoy him, and go back to her bath. His jaw would

clench and he’d remind her of the consequences for her actions. Then, before she even knew what he was doing, Cord would grab her arm, haul her out of

the tub and drag her - naked and dripping wet - over to the straight-back

chair. Knowing she was about to get a spanking, she’d protest, of course, but just a little. After al , wasn’t this what she wanted?

But Cord would ignore her objections, and a quick yank would send her

tumbling over his strong thighs. With his arm firmly around her small waist, she would be helpless to do more than lay there and wait in breathless

anticipation for that very first spank.

Naturally, Cord would scold her, but gently, of course, and all the while he would caress her bare bottom. Then, finally, when she thought she couldn’t wait any longer, Cord would lift his hand and bring it down sharply on her right cheek. Just as quickly, he’d smack the other, alternating from side to side until he had a nice rhythm going.

Leaning back in the tub, Kayla could almost imagine the imprint his hand

would leave on her creamy skin, and because she colored easily, her bottom would have a rosy glow to it after a dozen or so spanks. And she imagined

that because her skin was wet, it would sting even more.

But Cord wouldn’t stop there, no matter how much she squirmed and kicked.

Instead, he would tighten his hold and tell her that he had simply warmed her up for a real spanking! No sooner would she be able to ask what he meant by that than she’d feel the sharp slap of her wooden hairbrush on her bare

cheeks.

Kayla shifted in the water, her bottom suddenly stinging simply at the thought of getting spanked with the hairbrush again. That wasn’t the only part of her responding to such a vivid fantasy, either. On the contrary, there was a warm tingle between her thighs that didn’t want to be ignored, and she had to fight the urge to reach down and touch herself there.

Blushing, she sank lower in the tub and imagined what it would feel like for Cord to touch her there. Before she’d met Cord, she’d never had such

thoughts about a man. Now, it was all she seemed to think about. She

wondered if it was Cord, or if there was something in the air out here that made her think such naughty thoughts. She decided that she had no idea, but she liked it nonetheless.

On their ride the next day, Cord surprised her by bringing a picnic lunch. He had asked the wife of one of the hands to make it up for them, and after riding out to a grassy meadow, they stopped to enjoy the simple meal of roast

chicken, corn bread, and juicy strawberries atop a soft plaid blanket that he had set out for them. Sitting this close to Cord made it difficult to concentrate on anything but the handsome man beside her, and she looked out at the

colorful countryside surrounding them.

“I still can’t believe how beautiful it is out here,” she said, her voice a little breathless.

Cord reached for a slice of corn bread. “I’m glad you like it,” he said with a grin. “I was hoping that you wouldn’t miss Boston too much.”

She lowered her gaze to stare down at her hands, wondering if she shouldn’t simply confess everything to Cord right then. He’d be angry, of course, but surely if she appealed to him, told him that she hadn’t meant to mislead him...

“Abigail?”

Kayla lifted her head to find Cord regarding her in concern.

“I didn’t mean to upset you by mentioning Boston,” he said gently. “It’s natural for you to miss your home there.”

She shook her head. “Oh, but I don’t. Not really.” At his surprised look, she hastily explained. “I’ve discovered that I’m a lot more independent than I thought I’d be.”

“You’re a lot more independent than I thought you’d be,” he laughed.

She tilted her head to look at him. “Does that bother you?”

He thought a moment before answering. “As long as you don’t get yourself

into trouble, then I don’t mind it a bit. Truth be told, I think I kind of like it.” He regarded her for a moment, his golden brown eyes warm. “As a matter of fact, there are a lot of things I like about you.”

Things he liked about her, or Abigail, Kayla wondered, and she felt a sudden pang at the thought that he could be referring to the other girl.

They ate in silence for a few minutes, both of them watching the horses

grazing nearby, before Cord finally spoke.