Chapter 4

Chapter Four

E verything was, more or less, exactly how he'd described. Though she felt he'd vastly undersold the size and scope of his ranch. Just the working side of the ranch seemed to go on forever and ever, clear to the horizon.

There was at least a clear divide between what she thought of as the ‘real' ranch and the ‘kinky fuckery' side of his operation. To her great relief, the Kinky Fuckery side was much cleaner, though she didn't have much time for exploring since she was escorted directly to the tack room as soon as they arrived.

The tack room was exactly what it sounded like. Only, instead of a bunch of saddles and other horse-related things, it was filled with what she could only assume was kink paraphernalia. Long strips of leather with wooden handles attached to them hung on one wall, along with thick wooden paddles and slender pieces of wood with curved ends. Along another wall there were four signs, each listing a different animal, with a space beneath them for that animal's gear.

Puppy, Kitten, Horse.

And Cow.

Her heart went racing again at the sight of the long skinny tail, ears, and hooves hanging beneath the sign for Cow. Where was the rest of her ‘uniform'?

She jumped in surprise when Uncle Luke placed a hand at the small of her back, nudging her forward. Instinctively, she obeyed his silent command and stepped into the middle of the room, too awestruck to fight him just then.

There was a woman waiting for them with a clipboard and a frown tugging at the lines of her severe face. Her dark hair, streaked with silver, was pulled up into an equally severe bun.

Before she could worry too much about who the woman was or what she was doing there, the door shut behind them, and Dorothy jumped again at the sound. Though it probably hadn't been that loud, it sounded like a gunshot to her in the perfect silence of the room.

"Dorothy, this is Miss Pearl." With his hand still on Dorothy's back, Uncle Luke gestured to the woman with the clipboard. "She's the ranch foreman. Say hello, Dorothy."

"Hello," Dorothy parroted obediently.

"It's nice to meet you, Dorothy." Her voice was surprisingly kind, though she still hadn't cracked a smile, so Dorothy wasn't sure how to read her. "As Master Lucas said, I'm the foreman here at the ranch. While I won't be overseeing your day-to-day care, I will always be available if you have any questions or concerns."

"Oh. But, um." She glanced up at Uncle Luke before looking back at Miss Pearl. "What about Uncle Luke?"

Miss Pearl raised an eyebrow, her gaze sliding over to Uncle Luke then back to Dorothy. "You should do your best not to require a visit from Master Lucas."

"What? Why?"

Sighing heavily, Miss Pearl lowered the clipboard, holding it in front of her stomach, her back military-straight and her eyes full of piercing disapproval. "Because, if Master Lucas is called to deal with you, it means you require a level of attention and discipline my ranch hands and I are incapable of giving you. Only two of our animals have ever needed his intervention, and I can promise you they came to regret their behavior the second he took over their care."

A chill crept up Dorothy's spine. But despite the fear Miss Pearl's words induced, a familiar ache was making itself known between Dorothy's thighs.

She risked another glance up at Uncle Luke, who was watching her silently, but with such an intensity she nearly whimpered. What would it be like to have that kind of intense focus on her all the time? To be the only person a man like Lucas Callaway devoted all of his time and attention to?

It was a heady thought, but at the same time she wasn't quite sure it was worth the risk. The spanking he'd given her back home had been bad enough, and if those things on the wall were for what she thought they were for, she wasn't keen to find out how much those hurt.

No matter how tingly and achy the thought of being punished by him again made her feel.

"Do you have any questions before we begin, Dottie?"

Wrinkling her nose at the unexpected nickname, Dorothy shook her head. "No. But nobody calls me Dottie."

For the first time, a hint of a smile graced Miss Pearl's face. "A new name for your new life, then. And one fitting for such a pretty little cow as yourself. If you don't have any questions, you may remove your clothing."

Heat rushed to Dorothy's face, brought on by the dual humiliation of being referred to as a cow and being told to strip naked in front of Uncle Luke and a complete stranger. "Right now?"

"Yes. Now, please."

"But… isn't there like, a changing room or something?"

"This is the changing room, little cow. And before you continue arguing with me, I should remind you I have plenty of tools at my disposal for incentivizing stubborn little animals like yourself." She gestured toward the wall of leather and wood, driving her point home.

Yup, they were exactly what she'd thought they were. Implements of pain, designed to ensure obedience from girls like her.

It worked. Just the thought of being hit with one of those things had her reaching for the hem of her shirt and tugging it over her head. As she tossed it to the side, her gaze landed on Uncle Luke, who had moved off to the side and was watching her with an entirely different kind of intensity than he had when she'd been naughty.

Why did that look make her feel so hot and flushed all over? He wasn't some guy she had a crush on, he was Uncle Luke. A man she'd known literally her entire life.

Then again, nobody else she'd been with had ever really made her feel this way, either. Whatever this was that was making her skin feel like it was too tight was uniquely an Uncle Luke phenomenon.

Something flashed in his eyes as she reached behind her to unhook her bra, and it struck her then that she wasn't the only one experiencing an unexpected reaction to their situation. Holding his gaze, she popped the hooks free and held the bra to her breasts in a gesture of faux innocence.

She may not have been the kinkiest or most experienced member of her friend group, but she knew damn well how to use her body to bend a man to her will.

Pearl was not altogether thrilled to have him overseeing this part of the process, he could tell. But he didn't particularly care if she wanted him there or not. He'd promised his friends he would personally look after their daughter while she was in his program, and he intended to keep his promise.

And, he could admit to himself, he didn't want anyone else touching her. Not yet, anyway. Not until he'd figured out exactly what he wanted from sweet little Dottie.

Watching her slide the straps of her bra down her slender arms, slowly revealing the swell of her breasts, he contemplated telling Pearl to leave. He was painfully hard, and he had to shift more than once so his cock wasn't pressing against the zipper of his jeans. And when her bra fell to the floor, her heavy breasts swinging free and just begging for his touch, he had to grit his teeth against the urge to step forward and play with those gorgeous tits.

Dottie's gaze met his, and he could have sworn he caught a smirk on her lips before she turned away, denying him the view of her breasts. Hooking her fingers in her skirt, she bent at the waist as she pushed it and her panties down over the swell of her hips, her shapely legs, before finally letting the material pool at her feet.

Even from a distance, he could see the arousal glistening between her thighs. Whether it was from her current circumstances or just a holdover from when he'd spanked her this morning, he wasn't sure. Either way, his mouth literally watered at the sight, and he discreetly swiped at his chin to make sure he wasn't drooling.

Perhaps not discreetly enough, judging by the way Pearl's eyes narrowed.

"Enough showing off, little cow," Pearl said with a snap of her fingers. "Go bend over that bench so we can get you fitted with your tail."

Dottie popped up and spun around, her breasts bouncing with the sudden movement. "My what?"

"Your tail," Luke said, earning him a narrowed-eyed glare.

"What do you mean, ‘fitted'?"

That complete lack of awareness shouldn't appeal to him so much. A man like him, a man with his needs, his desires, should want a submissive who knew her own mind. A submissive who could give him everything he wanted without losing herself in the process.

And yet, he was tempted to bend his na?ve little cow over the sawhorse in the middle of the room and fuck her senseless before turning her into his own personal pet.

Down, boy. You'll have your turn. Soon.

Instead of answering her verbally, he crossed the room to where the brand new cow's tail was hanging from the wall. Plucking it from the wall, he held it up for her inspection, and he nearly grinned when her gaze zeroed in on the black rubber plug the tail was attached to.

"What's that?" Her voice had risen to a squeak he could barely hear.

"This?" He swung the tail, watching with perverse delight as her gaze followed the plug back and forth as though he was attempting to hypnotize her.

Perhaps, in a way, he was.

"This is how we attach your tail, darlin'. Any guesses where this nice fat plug is going to go?"

Her gaze snapped from the tail to him and she shook her head as the realization dawned. "No. No, you can't ."

"Oh, I absolutely can. And I suggest you get yourself over that bench like Miss Pearl told you to before you're wearing this plug inside a very sore, very welted bottom."

Tears filled her eyes as she shoved her hands behind her to cover her backside, as if that alone could protect her from him. The movement caused her breasts to jut out even further, her pretty pink nipples hard as pebbles despite her fearful protests. Or perhaps, he thought with no small amount of glee, because of her fear. "No! Uncle Luke, please! I'll be good forever, just please don't make me wear a tail!"

Well, that hadn't taken nearly as long as he'd expected. If he was being honest with himself, he was a little disappointed she'd broken so quickly. He'd been looking forward to watching her fight for a bit.

Then again, he'd witnessed first hand how she'd played her father. It was entirely possibly she was attempting the same with him now. If that was the case, his naughty little cow was about to discover he wasn't a man so easily swayed by a pretty pout and crocodile tears.

"It's Master Lucas, to you, little cow," Pearl snapped, her patience obviously wearing thin.

As was Luke's, if he was being honest. While he appreciated and respected Pearl, he wanted to deal with Dottie on his own terms. "I can take it from here, Pearl. I'll get Dottie back to her room when she's dressed."

Pearl's mouth pressed into a thin line, a clear sign she was holding back her temper. But after a tense moment, she gave a sharp nod of agreement. "Very well. I'll trust you to inform her of her schedule and expectations for the rest of tonight and tomorrow morning, as well."

"Of course."

He waited for the door to shut behind Pearl before turning his attention back to Dottie, who was watching him with fearful eyes. His cock, already impossibly hard, jerked against the stiff denim of his jeans and he had to bite back a moan at the discomfort she was causing him.

"Come now, my sweet little cow." Dropping his voice low, he kept it as soft and soothing as he could manage. "This will be much easier for you if you don't fight it. I might even be inclined to ensure you enjoy the process if you can be a good girl for me."

That certainly got her attention. Curiosity and a bit of excitement replaced the fear in her eyes. "What do you mean by ‘enjoy the process'?"

Smart girl . "If you get yourself into position right now, I will allow you one orgasm once your tail is in place."

He could see the wheels turning in her mind. "What's to stop me from getting myself off when I get to my room?"

It didn't escape his notice that she didn't try to argue she wasn't turned on. "You're welcome to try. But you may find it a little difficult with your hooves on."

"Ugh." Dorothy's head fell back on a groan. "I can't even rub one out while I'm in the program? This is ridiculous."

"You're learning patience, and a slew of other positive qualities, little darlin'. But the clock is ticking on that orgasm, so you better make a decision fast."

Grumbling the whole way, she stalked over to the bench. Pleased with her obedience, however reluctant it might be, Luke helped her up and strapped her on. The padded leather rests left her bottom and pussy exposed to his touch while the straps made it impossible for her to do more than wiggle her hips a bit.

She was bound, and for at least a few more minutes, she was completely at his mercy.