By the time they got back to Koyama', both Cade and Cole were waiting, and neither was amused. Both Waverly men took their respective partners by the upper arm and marched them toward their private quarters: Cade and Trey to the main house, Cole and Kennedy down to the guesthouse.
“Okay, I get it, you’re pissed,” said Kennedy as they got to the door.
“I’m so far beyond pissed that it isn’t even funny.”
Cole led her to the bed where he sat down, stripped her jeans down to her knees, and ripped the lace panties off her body.
“When we were in Naples,” he growled, “we had a no panties rule. That rule goes back into effect as of now. I told you to take it easy.”
“Shopping and having lunch with Trey wasn’t exactly backbreaking work,” she snarled back at him.
“And you were told not to leave the main compound. Do you have any idea how exposed the two of you were?”
“Less than I am now.”
“I wouldn’t turn that bratty mouth on me if I were you. I got news for you Grey, when you’re getting punished, it will always be on your bare butt.”
He dragged her over one of his hard thighs and closed the other one behind her legs. Between that and his left hand pressing down between her shoulder blades, she was effectively trapped. Cole laid his hand on her bare bottom, caressing her backside in a way he knew she liked. But instead of soothing, this time it was as if she’d been given some kind of adrenaline mixed with an aphrodisiac. Her arousal was instantaneous and profound.
Cole inhaled deeply, then emitted a malevolent chuckle. “I’m so going to enjoy this and you’re going to learn what happens when you disobey me.”
There was something deeply erotic and incredibly alluring about the way he was handling her. Her entire body seemed to be on high alert and his hard hand rubbing her ass made all of her feminine parts pulse in a way that had nothing to do with being disciplined. He lifted his hand, then brought it back down, crashing into her ass in a harsh blow. Kennedy yelped, mostly from surprise, although heat and pain were certainly present.
So much for any kind of warm up.
Cole laid down an additional set of hard swats, his hand never striking the same place twice in a row, but ensuring she felt every ounce of his displeasure. She tried wriggling away, but that only made him increase the strength behind the blows. Sensation bloomed, spreading throughout her entire system and sending desire coursing through her veins. The worse he spanked, the more aroused she became, and she wasn’t the only one effected.
Cole’s cock lengthened before it began to throb in the same rhythm as his spanking. He continued his discipline, increasing the levels of pain and arousal as his hand rose and fell to her generous globes. Every time a swat landed, it drove her clit into harsh contact with the ridge of his leg, which only increased her arousal.
Cole was spanking her, not just because she’d disobeyed him and not just because he thought she deserved it. Kennedy was sure part of the reason he was laying into her was because he could. Their past told him this option was an effective way to ensure she knew how much she displeased him and in a perverse way, she preferred this. Once he spanked her, he’d fuck her, then it was like the reset button had been hit. No recriminations, no hurt feelings, just dominance and pleasure re-established.
She knew he’d fuck her. The evidence of that was throbbing beneath her. She knew her ass would be red and swollen by the time he was finished, but her labia would be the same and would be coated in the proof of her response to his discipline.
Little by little as he continued to spank her, his fingers began to flare out, slapping between her legs and against her sex as well. The swats should have been even more painful as she was far more vulnerable, far more sensitive there. But they weren’t. That wasn’t true. They did hurt, but the additional pain just made her even wetter, and she’d been soaked to begin with.
The squeals of pain now ended in moans of pleasure as the swats to her pussy became more targeted. Cole stopped for a moment, rubbing her pussy, brushing over her swollen lower lips and her clit.
“Cole,” she cried out.
Part of her still tried to tell her that this was wrong, that she shouldn’t react that way, but she knew it was simply part of the way she was wired, and Cole had always known it. He’d known from the first time he swatted her ass that he could drive her into a sexual frenzy with a spanking. At first, she’d been totally freaked out, thinking it was the pain that got her so hot, but Cole had explained it wasn’t the pain, it was the show of dominance that turned her on.
“Had enough?” he asked, calmly.
She might have believed him unaffected if it hadn’t been for the throbbing cock beneath her. She knew what he expected, and the words came easily. “Yes, Sir.”
“I told you to stay put and to take it easy. Did you do that?”
“No, Sir.”
“What happens when you disobey me?”
“I get spanked.”
“Damn straight. Do it again and I’ll take my belt and welt your pretty ass. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He shifted the thigh that had her trapped, fisted her hair, and tossed her face down onto the mattress. His knuckles opened his fly, grazed her painful backside and she wriggled, earning her another quick frenzy of swats.
“You stay where I put you,” he growled as the head of his cock pushed at the entrance to her pussy and he shoved himself inside in a single, long pass.
Like with the spanking, there were no preliminaries, no warmup, just hard pounding. He plundered her pussy, filling her as her inner walls contracted around him. He thrust into her with harsh, strong strokes, his hips slapping against her sore backside in a way that reminded her of her earlier discipline, but this felt so good, so right.
Cole continued to hammer her cunt with a relentless zeal as if to remind her who did the fucking and who got fucked. Kennedy capitulated to his dominance and to his discipline and arched her hips back, making it easier for him to claim what they both knew belonged to him. His cock forced her inner walls to spread as it began swelling inside her.
Her body began to shake and tremble as he continued to surge in and out of her. Cole was fucking her because he wanted to, because it pleasured her, and because it was the best way to put things right between them. He pounded into her again and again until she went flying into a state of bliss. He shoved himself deep as he came, flooding her pussy with his seed as he ground against her and held her sore ass firmly.
He pulled back and fisted her hair. “And that, my beautiful fuck toy, is what happens when you just flat out disobey me.”
He walked her to the corner by the fireplace, helped her out of her clothes, and stripped her naked. Never asking, never releasing his hold on her, he stuck her nose in the corner. “You stand here, feet shoulder width apart, hands on the wall, and push your bottom out.”
This was new, different, and kind of kinky, but felt oh so right.
“Why?” she asked.
He swatted her poor, bruised backside, making her yowl.
“Because I said so. Any more questions?”
“No, Sir.”
She heard him walk across the floor and pour himself a drink. Kennedy only listened; she knew better than to look. She heard him sit down in one of the leather chairs that faced the fireplace. He ought to have a nice view of both his handiwork and his cum dripping from her pussy and down her legs, which she thought was kind of the point.
“Cade and I have been frantic since we got back. We were headed into town to fetch you home, but the feed store owner called and apologized for not realizing until after you’d left that he could have sent some of our order back with you.”
“I’m sorry,” was all she said.
“Are you? Or are you just sorry you got your ass blistered and your pussy fucked hard.”
“I’m sorry you’re pissed, and I recognize it’s because I did something that scared you. I’m not sorry I got fucked like that. Perverse as it is, that was amazing.” He chuckled, which meant his fear and anger were abating. “I’m sorry you beat my ass because it means I won’t be able to ride in my new saddle for a few days. Trey called it a Leson and said it fit me well.”
“The pretty dark oil one with sterling conchos they’ve had for six months?”
“Yes. They gave me a twenty percent discount.”
“I’d have bought you a new one.”
“I could have bought my own, but I kind of liked that it wasn’t new.” She wanted to look at him so badly but resisted.
“Hmm, I wouldn’t think the barn where you boarded had a lot of western horses,” he said.
“It doesn’t and you know it. Trey, before we got manhandled and dragged back to the cave, was going to show me Dandy. She said she thinks with a gentler hand then Cyrus’s, he could be a nice mount.”
“Baby, the only mounting you need to be concerned with for the next two weeks is the kind of mounting I’m going to be doing with you. You’re grounded from riding.”
“Cole...”
“Kennedy, I said no. If I catch you riding a horse, the spanking you just got will feel like an erotic one. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He was mostly calmed, but she still needed to soothe his cranky beast. He was like the proverbial angry lion with a thorn stuck in his paw.
“God, you have a gorgeous ass and the prettiest pussy God ever gave a woman, especially when it has my cum dripping out of it.”
“Cole?”
“Yes, baby?”
“I don’t like this whole nose in the corner with all of my pussy and ass on display. Can I come sit in your lap instead?”
“You used to tell me that made you feel too vulnerable.”
“It did, but this is so much worse.”
She could hear Cole as he walked back across the floor to her. Without warning, he swept her up in his arms and went back to the wingback, sitting down and ensconcing her in his lap.
“Don’t do it again. I don’t give a damn if every woman on this ranch feels we’re over-reacting. River Run was actually attacked. If Adams and Merrick make a run at us, we want our females safe.”
“You do realize that’s just the tiniest bit chauvinistic, right?”
“I don’t give a damn. I’ll keep you safe whether you like it or not.”
She snuggled against him and let him hold her. When they’d been together before, she hadn’t always embraced his need for it. This time it was different. She was finding that there was something about his having his arms around her, keeping her close, that now did something for her. Then and now, it had always seemed to soothe him.
“Do you want to go up to the house for dinner?” he asked.
“I’d rather stay here naked with you.”
“Me too. I meant what I said this morning, I wanted you to take it easy. You go crawl under the covers. I’ll unload the SUV and put your saddle next to mine. Then I’ll see what I can find to feed us.”
He helped her up and stood.
“Cole?” When he turned to her, she took his face in her hands and kissed him deeply. “All teasing aside, I really am sorry I scared you.”
He smiled. “I never could fool you. Now go get in bed.”