A Little Easter Escapade – Rawhide Ranch Read Online Laylah Roberts

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 81930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
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And that when he broke a rule or order he’d be punished.

Both of them would hopefully learn something from this spanking. And Eliot would be taking more of a Dominant role than he had been.

“Little one, take your painkillers. I’m going to go see if I can find some cream for your back before you go to bed and get a heating pad warmed up. You’ll both be going to bed once Marcus has had his spanking.”

“But it’s not even nine!” Marcus protested.

“That’s seven.”

Isla stared up at him in shock. Was it too much for her? But she wasn’t saying her safeword.

“Take your painkillers,” he said firmly. “Or I’ll send for some that go up your bottom.”

She let out a squeak, then took the pills. He moved into the bathroom and found some cream and a heating pad. The rooms at Rawhide Ranch were well-equipped for most possibilities.

He plugged the heating pad in beside the bed. It was easy to tell what side was Isla’s. It was tidy, with a romance book on the bedside table along with a pair of reading glasses. Which he had to admit, just did something to him.

The other side of the bed was a mess. The bed had been made, but then looked like someone had jumped on it. He put the cream on Isla’s bedside table, then moved back into the other room.

“Isla.” He crouched in front of her and lightly grasped hold of her chin. “Look at me, please.”

She moved her gaze to his.

“If this is too much for you, then you can leave at any time, all right? But what I would ask is that you don’t interfere. I’m sure this isn’t the first time Marcus has been spanked—”

“It isn’t!”

“That’s ten,” Eliot said.

“You’re not even going up in even increments,” Marcus complained.

“I can go up in counts of five. That would mean you’re up to fifteen.”

“Ten’s fine. I’m good with ten. Always loved the number ten.”

Isla managed a small smile, which was likely Marcus’ intention.

“He has his safeword. He can stop me at any time. But unless he says his safeword, this spanking will go ahead, and I need to know you’re going to sit here quietly and just watch. Can you do that?”

“I think so. I’ll try.”

“Good girl.” Standing, he gave in to the urge he’d been fighting all night and leaned in to kiss her forehead.

She gave him a small smile. It was strained, and he knew she was worrying. So, he did what any good Daddy would do. He tapped her nose. “Boop.”

She giggled. That was better.

“Hey, how come I never get any nose boops?” Marcus complained.

Turning, he saw the man had given up all pretence of being in the corner.

“You’re about to get your ass booped. That’s fifteen.”

“What happened to twelve?”

“Not only are you talking, but you’ve turned away from the corner. Would you also like to be figged after?”

Marcus’ eyes widened. “That’s a possibility?”

“Unless it’s a limit, it’s more than a possibility.”

“I’ll be good. Look. I’m back in the corner. I’m the best boy in the world.”

Isla would have laughed, but she was too tense.

Marcus was going to get spanked.

By a man with hands as big as dinner plates. All of him was big. Why hadn’t that worried her before now? Why were they even doing this?

Because you need it.

Because you want to discover who your Little is.

And he makes you feel so safe.

But she didn’t feel so safe right now. Nerves had her legs moving up and down restlessly.

Eliot reached over and lightly squeezed one thigh.

Sheesh. She could feel that touch move through her, warming her from the inside out. But it stilled her legs. Then he pulled out a chair from the dining table.

“Come here, Marcus.”

The calm look on Marcus’ face did a lot to help calm her further. He didn’t appear worried.

So why should she be?

Eliot crooked a finger at the smaller man. When he was close, he reached out and grabbed his hips, drawing him between his legs. Her breath hitched at the move.

She didn’t know why but watching them together… yeah, it just did it for her.

Eliot placed his finger under Marcus’ chin, keeping his face tilted back. “I need to check that you’re okay with this? You’re all right with me spanking you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I prefer to give spankings on the bare. You’ll all right with me baring you?”

Marcus nodded.

“Verbal answer please.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good boy. Your safeword?”

Had he forgotten? Or was he just reminding Marcus? Likely the latter, she thought.

“Beans.”

“You’ll use it if you need to.” It was a command, not a question.

“Let’s get these pajama pants off.” Eliot drew his pants down, revealing his lower half. “No boxers?”

“Nah. I don’t usually wear pajamas. That was just for your benefit.” Marcus glanced down, grabbing his half-erect cock. “Ignore him. Marcus Junior likes commanding men.”


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