Don't Miss
Home / Blog / Shared on the Ranch: A Cowboy Daddy Romance by Dinah McLeod

Shared on the Ranch: A Cowboy Daddy Romance by Dinah McLeod

She needed a firm-handed cowboy. She ended up with two.

Chyanne Saunders didn’t read the contract before taking a job at a very unique ranch, so it comes as a surprise when her defiant attitude earns her a bare bottom spanking over the knee of a huge, handsome cowboy and then an even more shameful punishment from another equally sexy brute.

But it isn’t standing in the corner with her bright red backside on display or even having her mouth washed out with soap like a naughty little girl that leaves her truly blushing crimson.

It’s calling one of her stern, sexy cowboys daddy and the other one master.



Publisher’s Note: Shared on the Ranch is a stand-alone novel which is the fourth entry in the Old-Fashioned Cowboys series. It includes spankings and 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: 60,900 words


His tenderness toward her as he laid her stomach-first on the bed was evident. Then, with careful, quick fingers he parted her cheeks. With one finger, he lubed up her tight, puckered hole. With the other hand, he pushed in the jeweled butt plug. He was slow and methodical, as careful as possible, but she still arched her back and mewled.

“Shh,” he whispered. “Almost done.”

Aaron could hear when it popped into place, and his cock throbbed with want.

“Wh-why did you do that?” she asked, panting.

He couldn’t tell if she was in pain, or so horny she was close to losing her mind. Either way, with her hair splayed over the pillow, her green eyes wide and hazy with lust, it was a good look. The large, faux pink sapphire protruding from her most private hole was just the icing on the booty cake.

“So you can focus on the fact that you’re being punished, baby girl,” Chandler answered.

Her eyes went back and forth between the two of them, then she inhaled deeply and nodded.

As Aaron drew closer, Chandler withdrew.

“Remember,” Aaron said softly. “You are still being punished. This is for my pleasure, not yours. Do you understand?”

Her eyes grew wider still, and he swore he could see her thoughts in those emerald depths. She was turned on to the point of pain, but she still nodded and whispered, “Yes, Master.”

His cock hardened as though it was trained to the sound of her voice. Feeling her eyes on him, watching his every move, he slowly unzipped his fly and let his cock spring free.

Chyanne swallowed, visibly aroused, but still and submissive.

Well, well, well. Did we tame the fiery redhead after all? He spared Chandler a look and saw that he, too, was turned on.

He held his arms open, and she was quick to scamper toward him and climb into his embrace. What she didn’t see coming was being speared by his cock. He watched as her face flooded with surprise, and then wonder.

God, she felt good in his arms. As he held her around the waist, she wrapped her legs around him, and he rocked her back with his cock nestled deep inside her.

Her soft, kissable lips formed a smile. He was unable to resist them, but when he leaned down he bit her bottom lip, and swallowed the sound of her gasp. Then his tongue flicked across her mouth, soothing the hurt he’d caused.

“Only I get to bite that naughty lip from now on—understand?” he growled.

“Yes… yes, Master.”

No answer was needed except to rock her back again. He got into a rhythm, thrusting in and out, holding onto her hips all the while. They were not gentle, but hard, stern pushes, reminding her who he was. Reminding her what she could expect if she ever chose to disobey again.

With every single thrust, he knew the plug in her ass would throb and ache. If she’s a very, very good girl, maybe we’ll take it out so she can sleep tonight, he mused.

His eyes raked over her as he shoved his cock deeper inside her wet channel.

She gasped and cried out, but a fraction of a moment later, there was a wince of pain.

He loved watching the emotions play out on her face, loved guessing what she was thinking. And with each steadied, demanding thrust, he felt his balls tighten. With each smack of their bodies making contact, his orgasm drew closer.

He lifted her, pulling her away, then plunging her once more onto his cock.

She groaned. “Please, Master,” she whimpered. “Please. I need to—”

“No,” he cut her off brusquely. “Only good girls get to come. Remember that.”