The Ranch

The Ranch


Returning from my afternoon ride, I noticed that Joe\'s truck was parked in front of the stable. Smiling to myself I quickly slid off Sunny and walked him into the cool dim interior, thinking of how big and handsome Joe was. He was the owner of the ranch I was staying at for the summer. He was different somehow from all the other guys that I knew in the city, more sure of himself and certainly quieter, there was something about him that I couldn\'t quite put my finger on though, he made me a bit nervous though I would never admit it.
I unsaddled Sunny and brushed him down making sure he wooleooled down before watering him and putting him in his stall.I looked around nervously wondering where Joe was I could hear him but couldn\'t see him. The noise seemed to be coming from the old part of the stable, I thought that was rather strange because there were no horses back there, just empty stalls sometimes used for storage.
Just as I took my hat off I felt two hands suddenly laid firmly on my shoulders. I jumped startled a bit looking over my shoulder to see Joe standing behind me.
\"Oh you startled me a bit Joe\" I said.
Joe didn\'t say a word just turned me around with his big hands and looked at me. My breath caught in my throat at the expression in his dark bottomless eyes.
\"Ummmmm Joe?\" I asked questioningly.
\"Is somsomething wwrong?\" I stammered. the way he was looking at me had me a bit skittish. He just stood there looking down at me and shook his head his long dark hair swaying a bit with the motion.
\"I think I am goinmg to go back up to the house and shower, I am thinking about going to see a movie tonight\" I said taking several slow steps back from him, then I turned and started walking to the stable doors, which I noticed were now shut.
\"Stop\" Joe said softly in a voice that I had only heard him use when breaking a skittish horse. I stopped and looked at him over my shoulder, not really knowing why I did as he said.
\"Come here\" he said still using that soft v.
I.
I turned and walked slowly back to him still wondering why I was doing as he said.
The look in his eyes had my heart beating a mile a minute by the time I got to where he was.
I stopped directly in front of him looking up at him feeling a bit damp and weak in the knees.
\"Joe?\" I asked my voice barely above a whisper. He looked down at me in a way that I had never seen before, not saying anything at first.
\"I know what you need.\" he said still using that soft voice.
\"What?\" I managed to croak out of a suddenly dry throat.
\"A strong hand to keep you in line\" he said still in that whispery voice.
I bit my lip and closed my eyes trying to hide the effect his words had on me. I opened my eyes startled when I felt him slip something around my neck and I reached up with one rather shaky hand to feel a wide, think leather strap now fastened around my neck.
I raised my eyes to his to find that he was looking at me with eyes that had suddenly gone harder than I had ever seen before. He reached up and took a leather rein from a hook beside him and fastened it to the strap around my neck. He turned and started walking to the back of the stable tugging me along behind him. He led me to one of the older stalls way in the back, there was now fresh straw on the floor, is this what he had been doing when I came in?
He led me to the center of the stall, closing and latching the railing behind him. I stood there watching him shivering slightly not moving, wondering what Joe was going to do, not really sure if I was excited or scared, or both.
\"Remove your clothes\" he said his voice no longer soft but demanding.
I just stood there not believing my ears.
\"NOW\" he spoke again this time his voice harsher
I gasped softly at the look in his eyes knowing that this was no joke he was serious. My hands trembled as I slowly did as he ordered and took my clothes off. He held one large hand out and I licked dry lips as I placed my clothes in it. He reached out and put them on a stool outside the stall.
\"You won\'t be needing them\" he whispered as he came closer to me.
I stood before him naked and shivering my eyes lowered to the floor suddenly shy, but for some reason not afraid of him at all. He walked around me slowly and deliberately his big hands reaching out to stroke, first my cheek, then my shoulder, my arms, my back, his hands seemed to gently stroke me all over. By now I was wet and could feel myself blushing as I stood there making no attempt to leave or stop him.
\"Open your legs\" he whispered his mouth close to my ear. I could feel shivers running up and down my spine as I opened my legs for him. His hand slid between my legs caressing gently, easing his fingers inside me as I stood there perfectly still except for the shivers of pleasure running through my body.
\"Kneel\" he said in my ear softly.
I dropped to my knees, resting my bottom on my heels. He knelt behind me and I could hear the harsh rasp of his zipper as he removed his jeans. He placed his big hands on my hips and raised me a bit.
\"Spread\" he whispered in my ear, as I felt his hands come up and fondly my nipples. I spread my legs and sucked my breath in sharply as I felt him enter me in one swift deep thrust.
He grabbed the front of the leather strap and tugged sharply causing me to go down to my hands and knees. He started to thrust hard and deep and fast, I screamed as he kept pounding into me relentlessly making me cum again and again, untill he finally came himself. He stood and looked at me, then without a work he jerked me up by the strap.
\"You belong to me\" he stated flatly, then he picked me up and carried me into the house.

Joe set me down on my feet in the kitchen. I stood there swaying slightly on my feet wondering what was going to happen next, He looked down at me and said,
\"Come\"
then he started to the back of the house, I followed him up the stairs and to his room.
I looked around curous having never seen any part of the main house before, it was a huge room with a four poster bed. My eyes followed Joe as he moved around the room moving things around, He pointed to a dresser and then s
\"
\"move your things from the guest housre.\re.\"
I nodded at him then looked down at my self still naked and asked,
\"ummmmm Joe, can I have my clothes back now?\"
He tossed my clothes back to me then, started for the door, he stopped and said over his shoulder,
\"Have them moved by the time I get back.\"
then he left the room and a few minutes later I heard the kitchen door shut.
I stood there in the massive bedroom shivering, then quickly put my clothes bon, on, as I slowly made my way back to the kitchen I looked around shaking my head, thinking that this place certainly needed a good cleaning, not that it was bad, just that you could tell it hadn\'t seen a woman\'s touch in awhile.
When I got to the kitchen I shook my head, my hands almost itching to straighten it out and give it a good cleaning. I walked slowly to the little guest house that was located behind the main house. When I got there I started packing my things up to move. Suddeevereverything that had just happened hit me all at once and I sat on the bed shaking violently, I sat there with everything going through my head, shaking and rocking back and forth, hugging my pillow. I don\'t know how long I sat there it must have been longer than I realized because I looked up and Joe was standing there looking at me, I couldn\'t help myself, I looked up at him and burst into tears. I couldn\'t move or even speak all I could do was just sit there crying. Joe crossed the and and sat on the bed beside me, he reached over and got some tissues from the bedside table and gently wiped my tears.
\"Its ok, everything will work out,\" He murmered to me in a soft voice as he lifted me and slid me ont his lap. He sat there holding me on his lap rocking me gently as he whispered in my ear.
He lifted my chin with one finger and looked me in the eye.
\"You wan\'t this as much as I do\" he said softly
I looked up at Joe and into those deep dares aes and nodded.
Joe wiped my tears with his thumb and got up from the bed, with a smile.
\"Then get your things and come with me\" he said.
I sniffled slowly got up from the bed and started putting my things together while Joe watched, when I was finished he helped me bring my things up to the main house and carry them into his room.
\"I will leave you to unpack while I go finish up,\"
He turned and looked at me over his shoulder, and asked
\"Can you cook?\"
I nodded yes.
\"Good then you can fix dinner for the hands, they will like not having to eat each others cooking.\"
\"I can do that.\" I smiled at him happy to actually have something to do for a change.
Humming to myself a bit I padded barefooted down to the kitchen and checked it out to see what there was to fix for 4 hungry ranch hands.
\"Hmmmmmm gonna have to be something quick and simple.\" I muttered to myself as I looked at the clock.
I quickly got what I needed and started some spaghetti simmering, then with a grin tackled the kitchen thinking to myself that if I was gonna cook that was the perfect excuse to clean it the way I thought it should be.
The next week went smoothly, me cooking the meals for Joe and the hands by day and sharing that huge bed with Joe at night. As Joe and the hands left after breakfast, I looked around with a sigh looking at the mess that they always made, you would think that grown men could at least wipe their feet when they came in. I finally got things cleand up and lunch fixed when they all came tramping in tracking mud all over the floor, I growled softly under my breath as they left again, but let it slide. Later on after dinner I fumed as I had to clean the floors again.
When I got to the bedroom I brought the subject up to Joe, he just shrugged and said
\"thats what you are here for.\"
I got up and stomped to the bathroom muttering to myself about men being uncapable of wiping their feet.
The next day it was raining and the same thing happened every time the hands came in they tracked mud all over the place, by the time dinner was ready I was absolutely furious. When one of the hands dumped breadcrumbs all over the floor I saw red. I grabbed the broom from the corner and started to sweep and when one of the hands said something about me being a good maid that was itswunswung the broom up and swatted him a good one and turned and faced all of them.
\"You should all be ashamed of yourselves\" I yelled at them.
\"I would think that grown men would have enough sense to pick up after themselves, and do you? No you don\'t your all a bunch of slobs with no sense at all. I yelled at them, then I swung the broom smacking another one and proceeded to chase all of them out of the house Joe included. I furiously marched upstairs to the bedroom and on into the bathroom where I ran some cool water on a facecloth and placed in on my hot face, not believeing what I had done.
Coming back into the bedroom I didn\'t see Joe, then suddenly a huge hand grabbed me by the throat, putting me up against the wall, I gasped and looked up at Joe with wide eyes. He grabbed the front of my shirt and ripped it off. He reached down and tore my shorts from my body leaving me naked under his hot gaze. He then gripped me by my hair and bent me over the foot of the bed, I cried out as his large hand descended swatting me sharply on my bare bottom. I squirmed wid wiggled as his hand descended again and again spanking me hard. I couldn\'t get away as he continued to spank me.
\"You will never strike me again\" He stated flatly
I tearfully said, \"I won\'t do it again.\"
Finally after what seemed like an eternity the blows stopped, but he didn\'t let me go instead he bent me over even further and took me from behind. I could feel the rough texture of his jeans against my sore bottom and I didn\'t know whether to cry out in extasy or in pain. He slammed into me again and again and extasy finnaly won out and I screamed in pleasure as I came over andr agr again. When his release came he lifted me up and set me gently down on the big bed then he took me in his arms and murmered to me till I finally calmed down.
\"I had a talk with the hands they will be more respectful to you and the kitchen\" he told me. I looked up at him and nodded not quite sure of my voice yet.
\"Now you will never lose your temper like that again little one\" Joe said.
I looked up and sighed.
\"Why the sigh?\" He asked.
\"Because I have a wicked temper and all I can promise is to try\" I answered.
Joe looked at me for a long moment, then a grin broke out on his face.
\"Yes I know little one, and I look forward to teaching you to control it.
I looked up at his face and chuckled thinking to myself that this was going to be a lifetime of adventure.

The End

Swannoch