Her Marine Rancher by Dinah McLeod – Extended Preview

Cassie opened her eye a crack and immediately winced at the sun streaming in the window. She had a bit of a headache. Gingerly, she sat up, pressing two fingers against her temple. What had happened last night? All she had was a memory of being mad at Robbie. That was right—she’d found his hidden stash and had a drink. Then she’d… Cassie’s eyes widened and her head throbbed as she remembered taking the money from his lockbox.

Uh-oh. Big, stinking uh-oh. She’d planned on getting out of here and going home. So how had she turned up back here? Dim pictures danced in her muddled brain and, bit by bit, it all came back to her. She knew that he wasn’t happy with her. Cassie eyed the big window outside and gulped. It was at least past eight, to judge by the position of the sun. Which meant that Robbie was outside, working by himself and probably getting even more steamed at her by the moment.

She didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t just stay inside here and hide all day…could she?

No, she needed to face this like an adult—that was what the judge would say. She needed to get dressed and go help him, even if that meant that she had to listen to him yell at her. Cassie sighed, but having decided, she got up and began to get dressed. Maybe a large glass of water and some Tylenol would help her headache.

It at least took the edge off, though she still squinted as she went outside to find him. She tried to guess where he would be at this time of day. But as luck would happen she saw him walking toward her before she’d gone very far.

“Morning.” She smiled and gave him a little wave.

“Morning.”

His tone was short and clipped. Oh, that wasn’t good. “I was, um… just coming to find you. Why didn’t you wake me?”

“I thought I’d let you sleep it off.” The way he was looking at her said plain as day that he was less than thrilled with the fact that he’d had to in the first place.

She felt her cheeks flush with shame. If she’d behaved as she should have, then he wouldn’t have had to do the chores himself. “Yeah. I’m… I’m sorry about that.”

“It won’t happen again.”

“No, it won’t,” she rushed to assure him. “I promise.”

“I know it won’t,” he said, his voice and expression cool. “Because I won’t let it. Need I remind you, Cassandra, that you came here to work. Now this is the second time that you’ve slept in and deviated from our agreement.”

His use of her full name stung. “I said I was sorry.”

“Sorry,” he echoed. “Right. And how often do you apologize and then end up letting it happen again?”

Ouch. Quite a bit, actually, though she didn’t think it was necessary for her actually to say it aloud.

“Come inside. We need to have a talk.”

“I… I was coming to help you with the chores.”

“Oh, you will,” he responded over his shoulder.

Cassie didn’t see that she had much choice but to follow behind him. As soon as they got to the kitchen she saw her knapsack on the table and a stack of bills lying on top of it. Her stomach dropped.

“Do you want to explain this?”

She couldn’t look at him. Her cheeks were blazing with embarrassment. She couldn’t believe that she’d taken the money. What had seemed to make so much sense the night before only caused her to feel ashamed as she stood in front of him.

“Or maybe I should just guess. I’m assuming that you decided that you’d had enough of the country life and decided that you were just going to high-tail it back home using a good chunk of my money to do so.”

“Not… not exactly.”

“Well, then by all means, enlighten me. What was it, exactly?”

“I just… well, I…”

“Out with it, Cassandra. This is your one and only chance to explain yourself before I call your parents.”

She lifted her head to look at him. “You… you haven’t already called them?”

“No. I thought I’d give you a chance to speak for yourself before I jumped to conclusions, though I have to say that it doesn’t look like there’s any way for me to misinterpret it.”

“Robbie…” Cassie ran her hands through her curly hair. “Please believe me when I say that I really am sorry.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

She glanced up just in time to see the muscle along his jaw twitch.

“I want to hear you tell me that after I invited you into my home you decided to steal from me.”

Guilty tears filled her eyes. “I… I didn’t think of it as stealing,” she said weakly. “I thought of it as… you know, wages for hours worked.”

“Except that you’re not here working for wages. You’re doing community service.”

“I know,” she muttered miserably.

“Just as I’m sure that you know that stealing is wrong.”

“Yes, of course.” She was feeling about two inches tall and growing shorter the more he spoke.

“All right, so you helped yourself to my vodka and then took my money. Anything else you might have taken?”

“No, of course not.”

Robbie laughed humorlessly. “JT brought you back here. He says you went to his house. Would you like to tell me about that?”

Was it her imagination, or had his voice hardened even further? Which didn’t make sense, not unless he was… jealous? But why would that be? “Why?” she asked. “Is spending time with him a crime, too?”

His brow furrowed as he looked at her. “I don’t think now is the time to get smart with me, Cassandra.”

A little shiver ran through her. As much as she didn’t like him calling her by her full name, a part of her—a teeny, tiny part—thought he sounded sexy when he did. “I’m sorry. Yes, he offered me a ride back to his place.”

“Geez, Cassie.” He folded his arms over his chest and looked at her sternly. “You didn’t even know the man and you just got into a car with him? That’s not just irresponsible, it’s downright dangerous!”

“He seemed nice enough.”

Robbie shook his head at her, clearly exasperated. “And I’m sure Hitler seemed pretty friendly, too.”

“Are you saying that he’s racist?”

“I’m saying that you didn’t know a single thing about him!” he exclaimed. “Did you know, for example, that he’s stayed here with me?”

Cassie’s brow furrowed as she took in this information. “You mean…”

“I mean that he had to work off time here too, just like you. For a crime.”

“Oh.” When the news sank in, she felt a bit queasy. He was right—she’d been just tipsy enough to hop into the car with a stranger. He’d provided her attention just when she had craved it the most—though it was Robbie’s she’d actually wanted—and she’d let her guard down.

“Did anything happen?”

“I… I had a few drinks.”

“Yes, he mentioned that last night. So, just to be sure I’ve got everything down: you stole my liquor, my money, got into a car with a strange man, and continued to drink even though you’re underage. Did I miss anything?”

“No,” she murmured.

“So, tell me, Cassandra—”

Oh, so they were back to full names now.

“What would your dad do right now?”

The question caught her off guard. “Um… he’d yell at me some, I guess. Probably ground me for the rest of my natural life.”

“Well, I’m not going to yell, and as I need you to work I can’t see the point in confining you to your room, so the way I see it there’s only one thing left to do.”

“Wait, what are you doing?” Cassie asked as Robbie took hold of her wrist and pulled her over to a kitchen chair.

“I’m going to teach you a very, very good lesson about being smarter and more responsible in the future,” he replied calmly as he sat down.

“Robbie…” She twisted her wrist this way and that, but he kept a firm grip on it. “You’re scaring me.”

“There’s nothing to be scared of. You’re going to be a little sore—well, make that a lot sore, but it won’t kill you.”

Sore? What was he talking about? To her shock Cassie found herself being pulled face-down over his lap. “Robbie! Robbie, stop!”

“Don’t say ‘stop’ before I’ve even started.” With that, a sound very much like a gunshot rang out through the room, followed quickly by her yelp of protest.

“Ouch! What are you doing?”

“I told you,” he said peppering the seat of her jeans with crisp, hard spanks. “I’m teaching you a lesson.”

“But I d-don’t l-like it!” she squeaked.

“Naughty girls rarely do,” he replied as he continued to soundly spank her. “But even if they don’t like getting spanked, it does tend to make an impression, and that’s exactly what I intend to do.”

He was making an impression all right. An impression of his hand on her ass! Cassie began to squirm, but as his hand continued to warm up the back of her blue jeans she became more desperate and twisted and turned.

“Be still,” he warned.

“I can’t! It hurts!”

“That’s the whole point. Maybe your butt will hurt enough to make you think twice before you hurt other people.”

“I won’t! I won’t hurt anyone ever again—ever!” she squealed.

“Hmm, I’m not convinced.”

Before she could ask him what would convince him—she was willing to say anything to make it stop!—he shocked her by pulling down her jeans. “Robbie! What are you doing?”

“I thought that would be obvious. You deserve a long, hard spanking, Cassandra, and that’s exactly what you’re going to get.”

“You can’t do this! You can’t!” she protested, craning her neck around to look at him. “My dad will have a cow when he finds out you undressed me!”

“Don’t worry, I’m not getting any pleasure from it. Well, maybe just a little.” He grinned. “But that’s only because I enjoy delivering justice to the little girls who need it.”

She gasped, affronted. She couldn’t believe he’d just called her a child! “Let me go right now, or…”

“Or?” he echoed, clearly amused by the pale attempt of a threat.

Cassie couldn’t believe he was refusing to take her seriously. “You’re such a… such a jerk!” she exclaimed, her anger igniting. She knew she’d made a mistake—okay, a few mistakes—but this was uncalled for!

“I don’t think you’re in the best position for name-calling, do you? That comment is going to cost you.” He resumed spanking her rear, and even though he’d only removed one layer of clothing, she could definitely feel the difference.

She’d never been so humiliated in her life! She couldn’t believe he’d not only called her a child, but he was treating her like one!

“And as for your father, if you’d like to speak to him I’d be happy to dial him when we’re done here,” he told her without pausing in the discipline he was sternly administering.

The idea of confessing what she’d done to the judge, of him hearing how Robbie had dealt with her, made her blush with humiliation. The only thing worse than being in this awful position in the first place would be people hearing about it!

But as the spanking continued Cassie found that she was thinking more about the burning in her behind than her embarrassment. As the spanks rained down her and her poor, defenseless cheeks heated up, she became even more vocal in her protest of his treatment of her. “Robbie! Robbie, please!”

“Sorry, Cassie, but we’re nowhere near through yet. My aim is that next time you feel the urge to take something that doesn’t belong to you, you’ll remember this spanking and not want a repeat performance.”

“I won’t ever take anything again! I swear!”

“Hmm, that’s what they all say. But we’re not there yet.”

With each swat of his paddle-like hand, heat bloomed in her backside. Cassie began to kick her legs as well as yell.

“None of that,” Robbie commanded as he covered her flailing limbs with one of his big, strong legs.

“Ooh!” Cassie mewled. “But it hurts so much!”

“The only thing you can do when you’ve earned a little girl’s punishment is lie there and take it like a big girl.”

She didn’t see as she had much of a choice, trapped as she was. But that didn’t mean that she had to like it! “R-Robbie! Pl-ease stop it!”

“Now, about that stealing business,” he said, ignoring her as he put a few more sharp smacks on her stinging rear. “You know better than to take what doesn’t belong to you,” he stated with a crisp spank every other word. “So why’d you do it?”

“I don’t know!” she howled.

“Not good enough.” Robbie paused for a moment and began to tug her panties down.

“No!” she wailed. She couldn’t stand the idea of him seeing her bare butt! She was self-conscious about it, for one thing, but more than that, she worried that the burning in her backside would be more pronounced without that last layer of protection between her and his huge, callused palm. “No, please, don’t! Please!”

Again, he ignored her pleas for mercy, instead whisking the thin layer of fabric down. “I’ll ask again. Do you know that taking something that isn’t yours is wrong?”

“Yes, of course!” Snapping at him probably wasn’t the smartest thing she could have done just then, but she couldn’t help it. She was so embarrassed knowing that nothing was hidden from him, that he was taking in everything there was to see, that she just wanted to fall into a black hole so that she never had to face anyone ever again. The absolute last thing she felt like doing was answering questions.

“Then why did you do it?”

Cassie huffed loudly in annoyance. “I just told you. I don’t kn—”

A loud, sharp smack rang throughout the room, cutting her off.

A gasp escaped from her parted lips and tears sprang to her eyes, as much from embarrassment as from the fierce sting—clearly, her panties had protected her much more than she’d realized. “Ow!”

“You do know. You know why you drank my alcohol, you know why you took my money. And now you’re going to tell me.”

“I don’t know!” Cassie insisted. “If I knew why I did these things, don’t you think I would stop?”

“I don’t know, Cassie. Would you?”

She was seething with anger at him now. First, he treated her like a child, and now he was trying to make her answer questions when she had no answers. “Let me up, Robert! Right this minute!”

To her further annoyance, he guffawed at her. “I don’t think so, Cassandra. Not until I’m good and ready—and certainly not before you answer the question.”

“But I don’t—”

She was stopped abruptly by another flurry of hard spanks to her now bare behind. He had her gasping and wincing with each new assault and by the time he stopped her eyes had filled with tears.

“Now, I’ll ask you again, and if I were you, I’d think long and hard about your answer. Why did you do it?”

Cassie bit her lip and tried to think about what he wanted to know. The trouble was, she didn’t really think things through before she did them—which was obviously exactly what had landed her here in the first place.

“Well?”

“Please, Robbie.” She craned her head around to look at him plaintively, her blue eyes shining with tears. “I am trying to think about it, I promise, but I’m not sure why.”

“All right,” he surprised her by saying. “Fair enough. Why don’t we talk about it? Let’s start with what you were doing when you went snooping in my office?”

“I was bored,” she admitted. “And… I was mad at you.”

“Mad? At me? What for?”

She ducked her head to hide the blush that suffused her cheeks. “Well… I guess because… because you decided to go out on a date instead of…”

“Instead of watching a movie?”

“Yeah.”

“I had those plans before you ever came here. I told you that.”

“I know,” she muttered miserably.

“So why would that bother you?”

“I don’t know.”

“There’s that phrase again.”

She tensed, expecting more spanks to follow. When none came she dared to relax, just the slightest bit.

“Think about it. Take your time.”

“I think I could think a little better if you let me sit up.”

“Nice try.”

“I guess… I guess because… I enjoy spending time with you.”

“I see.” His voice was level and calm. “So, you thought that the best way to get me to spend time with you was to steal from me?”

“Well, no. Not exactly.”

“So why did you drink the liquor?”

“I was bored.”

“You like spending time with me, but I wasn’t here, so you were bored.”

“Yes,” Cassie agreed. “So I just… I just found it. I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

“You didn’t think it was a big deal to drink my liquor or that you’re underage?”

“I don’t know—both, I guess.”

“Well, on that matter we definitely disagree.” And then to prove his point he resumed spanking her.

Cassie hadn’t realized that heat had continued to crawl along her skin and burrow into her tender cheeks even while he’d rested his hand. When he began again her bottom prickled with pain that had her screeching in no time. The tears that she’d brushed away only minutes ago returned accompanied by moans that quickly turned to sobs.

“Stealing is definitely a big deal,” he lectured as he continued to warm her bottom. “And that includes taking anything that doesn’t belong to you, even if it’s just a drink.” His hand wandered lower and he punctuated his point with several spanks placed where her bottom and thigh met.

“Yes, Sir!” she screeched, clenching her fists into balls as pain exploded in a previously unspanked area.

“Now, as for your drinking in the first place—” The spanking resumed at a pace that literally took Cassie’s breath away.

By the time he stopped she was a spluttering, crying mess. Her butt hurt so badly that she was actually glad she was over his lap rather than sitting on it. She didn’t think that she’d ever sit again!

“Drinking is dangerous, Cassie. You know that. Even if you don’t get behind the wheel, it still impairs your judgement, which explains why you went off with a stranger in the first place. Not to mention the fact that, in your case, it’s against the law. Honestly, I should alert your probation officer to what you’ve done.”

Cassie cried pitifully as she realized what a mess she’d gotten herself into. Why did she keep doing things like this? Why couldn’t she think before she acted?

“But I won’t—this time. And this will be the only time. Am I understood?”

She nodded vigorously. “Yes, Sir. I understand. Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet. We’re not done here.”

As she waited, expecting yet more spanks to her already unbearably sore rear, she began to cry anew. But much to her surprise she found Robbie helping her up instead. When she stood in front of him, pants and panties around her ankles, she clasped her hands in front of her to shield her pussy from his view.

“You can pull your pants up now.”

Like a gentleman, he cast his eyes away while she did so. Only when her clothing was restored did he meet her eyes. “I want you to sit here at this table and think about what you did. You’re going to think about why it was wrong—and if it’s for some reason still unclear to you, come talk to me and I’ll see if I can’t help.”

Which Cassie translated to mean figure it out or get your butt blistered. No, thank you, she’d somehow manage on her own.

“And then I want you to write a letter of apology—not to me, but to your parents.”

“The judge and Lou Ann?” she asked, surprised.

“Well, by whatever name you call them, they’re still your parents, and your behavior has affected them. I want you to think long and hard about that.”

Cassie swallowed hard, not excited by the prospect. “What about chores?”

“I’m going to handle that today to give you all the time you need to do a thorough job. I won’t be reading what you write—that’s between you and them, but I expect you to take this very seriously.”

She nodded solemnly.

“Good. Now get to work.”

As soon as Robbie let himself out to return to the daily chores Cassie realized that she was going to have an awful time concentrating. Because as she sat her poor, spanked bottom on the chair—she could feel the unforgiving wood despite the soft cushion that that covered it—she became aware of another, different kind of heat pulsing between her legs. It was crazy, she knew that. She shouldn’t be feeling this way after the kind of treatment that she’d just gotten! But just because she shouldn’t feel that way didn’t change the fact that she did. And thinking about writing a letter to her parents at a time like this was just impossible.

Knowing all too well that she didn’t want to face Robbie without doing what he’d instructed her to do, she realized that she’d have to take care of the problem. Even though she’d seen him leave she couldn’t help glancing guiltily at the door. Maybe she shouldn’t…

But she had to do something. The throbbing of her pussy couldn’t be denied. Cassie let out a sigh of anticipation as she undid the button of her jeans. The sound of her zipper as she slid it down made her shiver. And when her fingers wandered lower, she found that her panties were wet. She supposed that she should find it strange that being spanked—something that she certainly hadn’t enjoyed when it was taking place—would arouse her, but she couldn’t deny that it had.

In her mind’s eye she recreated the scene of herself over Robbie’s lap, bouncing over his hard thighs as his hand swatted her posterior. Only this time instead of pain it was pleasure that she felt at his touch—his hand caressed her rather than smarted, and though he still lectured, she knew that it was only because he cared about her. Her heart swelled—as did her labia. Cassie slipped a finger inside and quickly added another, thrusting in and out as she daydreamed. She found relief quickly as she came with a sputtering gasp. But the second time took almost twice as long.