Epilogue

Epilogue

One Year Later

B it clamped between her teeth, her neck and wrists immobilized by the stocks, Dottie let out another squeal of pain as her Daddy's strap connected with the sensitive under curve of her bottom.

She'd been Very Naughty today, as evidenced by the fact that she'd already been spanked by Miss Pearl and two of the ranch hands. Once her Daddy had caught wind of how naughty she'd been, he'd marched her down to the stocks so everyone could witness her punishment.

It wasn't the first time she'd been punished so publicly, and it wouldn't be the last. Dottie had realized after her first time in the stocks that she actually sort of loved the humiliation of being punished in front of the entire ranch. In a way, it was like being claimed by her Daddy over and over again with everyone watching.

She spent most of her time on the ranch these days, though she had started taking a couple courses up at the community college at her Daddy's insistence. And she had plenty of friends from the program she'd kept in contact with who dragged her away from the ranch for regular girls' nights.

But as much as she enjoyed trying new things, like the night her friends had talked her into one of those places where you drank a bunch of wine and then tried to copy a painting, the ranch was where she belonged. Leaving only made her crave her Daddy's fierce dominance that much more, and whenever she returned from one of her visits to the outside world, inevitably she would find herself pushing harder and harder until he was forced to punish her just like this with the whole ranch watching.

Her Daddy had noticed the pattern before she had. After one particularly brutal punishment, he'd spent the entire night worshiping her body, praising her and telling her over and over that no matter how naughty she was, he was never letting her go. His words had healed a part of her she hadn't even realized was broken until that very moment, but she still found herself pushing for those public claimings on a regular basis. Luckily for her, Daddy didn't seem to mind giving her the reassurance she needed in the form of a welted ass and a well-fucked pussy as often as she needed it.

After one final, extra hard stroke of the strap across her upturned ass, she felt his fingers digging into her hips. Felt the head of his cock spreading her pussy lips as he pushed inside her.

"My naughty little cow," he lectured, driving home with a force that brought tears to her eyes. "I hope you've learned your lesson, Dottie darlin'."

They both knew she hadn't. And neither of them cared.

As he pounded into her, the scratchy denim of the jeans he still wore rubbing against the welts his strap had left behind, he leaned forward, his hands sliding up her stomach to her breasts. A pang of sadness pierced her as he squeezed her nipples. Nipples which had never managed to produce even a drop of milk no matter how many supplements or pumps or other methods they tried.

Today, however, her breasts felt heavier than usual. And they ached more than ever as he squeezed, hard enough to make her sob around her bit.

But today there was a new sensation. A painful little pop , and then the feeling of something leaking out of her. Almost immediately, she felt the relief of her heavy breasts being emptied, and it took her a moment to place what was happening.

"Dottie? Are you okay? Are you—" Jerking his hand away from her breasts, Daddy went still with his cock buried deep inside her. "Is that… is that milk ?"

Joy swept through her as her Daddy groaned. "It is. Holy fuck, darlin', it's delicious. Pearl! Help me get my little cow out of these stocks."

A flurry of commotion surrounded her as she tried to wrap her mind around what had just happened. And then she was up in her Daddy's arms, being carried up to the house, to their bedroom.

Where he laid her out on their bed, his expression damn near worshipful as he leaned down to remove the bit from her mouth. "My sweet little cow. You made milk for me."

She glanced down at her swollen breasts, where the creamy white liquid dripped from her nipples. Grinning, she looked back up at him, stretching her arms over her head and pushing her breasts up at him. "Moo!"

"That's right, baby. Good little cows say ‘moo'. I can't wait to taste your sweet milk while I fuck you good and hard."

He'd been stripping as he spoke, and now he settled between her thighs, impaling her with a single stroke that had her arching up on a gasp that was both pleasure and pain. As he fucked her, good and hard just as he'd promised, he bent his head to wrap his lips around her nipple.

And sucked.

More pain, more pleasure as the milk flowed from her breasts into his greedy mouth. She was lost on the sea of it, lost in the joy of knowing she'd finally given her Daddy the one thing he'd been craving for so long.

Now when she mooed, it was low and loud, filled with the pleasure swirling inside her, desperate to be free.

They came together, shuddering explosions of fulfilled need as he filled her with his seed and emptied her breasts of the last of their milk at the same time. Collapsing beside her, he pulled her into his arms and nuzzled at her neck.

"My sweet, perfect little cow. I knew I was right."

"About what?"

"Happy cows make the sweetest milk." When he kissed her, she could taste the sweetness of her own milk on his tongue. "And yours is the sweetest of all."

THE END