Don't Miss
Home / Blog / On His Ranch: A Cowboy Daddy Romance by Dinah McLeod

On His Ranch: A Cowboy Daddy Romance by Dinah McLeod

On his ranch, she’ll call him daddy.

Piper Larson may be down on her luck but she’s no thief, and when Chase Whitfield catches her trespassing and accuses her of stealing she’s indignant. Despite her furious protests, however, her defiance is soon dealt with by means of a sound spanking over the firm-handed cowboy’s knee.

The strict correction leaves her sore, sobbing, and shamefully aroused, yet Piper soon finds herself helping to cook breakfast the next morning with her cheeks still blushing and her bottom still sore. But if she stays on his ranch it won’t be because Chase needs help with the chores…

It will be because she needs a daddy.

The kind of daddy that will take off his belt when his little girl has been naughty.

Publisher’s Note: On His Ranch includes spankings, intense and humiliating punishments, and rough sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Buy From Amazon

Read a Longer Sample

Author: Dinah McLeod

eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95

Length: 80,000 words


Piper kicked her feet as hot, angry swats landed on her poor, defenseless bare bottom. She couldn’t believe this was happening. But there was nothing she could do—she was powerless to make it stop, and she knew it.

Almost as though he’d read her mind, the cowboy threw a leg across hers, trapping them. She tried for a second to free herself, but his strength was nothing she could match.

As though that wasn’t bad enough, his hard, tireless hand had never stopped smacking her, not even for a second. There was nothing she could do, except accept that she had to take this punishment for as long as he intended to give it to her.

She went limp, mad at herself for giving up, but relieved at the same time. There was something else… some other emotion under the pain she was experiencing from his blistering hand and the humiliation she felt being at his mercy.

Piper could smell her own arousal, and it wasn’t long before it occurred to her that maybe he could, too. The thought made her blush so that her face was almost as hot as her bottom cheeks. Almost, because he hadn’t let up for a second and was still delivering sharp, quick wallops while she bucked over his lap with each one.

“Please!” she couldn’t help but cry out, even though none of her pleas had been successful so far.

“Are you going to be a good girl now?” he barked at her, punctuating the question with a quick smack to the bottom of each of her cheeks.

She winced at the pain. “Yes! Yes, I promise.”

“I make it a habit of never trusting the word of bad girls,” he remarked, his voice heavy with amusement and skepticism.

“I’m a good girl! Really, I am!”

“Hmmm. Good girls don’t hit strangers.”

She opened her mouth, but quickly decided not to argue. “Yes, sir.”

This must not have been the answer he’d expected, because she felt his leg move, and then he pulled her up.

She cringed as her bare bottom hit the stone floor. She looked away from the cowboy’s smirking face.

“Are you a good girl?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Alright, I reckon I’ll give you a shot to prove it.”

Her eyes flew back to his face. What did that mean?

“What’s your name, little girl?”

She flushed at the question. No, not at the question, at being called little girl, because she’d learned the first time he’d done it that it made her body flush with a weird warmth that made no sense to her. “Piper… sir.”

He arched a dark brow. “Hmm,” he weighed her answer, but she got no clue what else he thought of it. “Alright, Piper. Be a good girl and hand me your backpack.”

Sniffling, she blinked up at him. Was he actually going to let her up? Tentatively, she pushed herself up, waiting. When he didn’t say anything, she moved slowly toward her discarded backpack. She snatched it off the floor and was about to pull up her pants when he stopped her.

“Leave them,” he commanded.

Leave a Reply