Birches, Cowgirls & Angels

Chapter Three-1

Chapter Three

Grimaces, Scowls And

Mischievous Grins

Cissy Riverton smoldered at a low burn all the way back to Grey Gulch Ranch. Hadn’t been her day. Between the stupid fight with Midge, that deplorable spanking, and Amanda Plover’s cheap shots, she was about to spit at anyone who tried to cross her. How the hell had she been picked to work with her boss all day? She was sure it had something to do with Hank and Midge—and what looked like a budding relationship between the two. What’s worst of all, she couldn’t figure how that could happen. All she’d done was come in early just so she could get a head start on her day. She had an innocent conversation with Hank, only to have Midge picking a fight, so she’d end up spending the rest of her day with a very disgruntled Amanda. All the while Midge was off on her own, no one to bother her.

Cissy took the stairs to the ranch house, letting the door slam shut as she marched inside.

“What’s eating you?” Jake saw his cousin grimace and sensed her upset.

“Bad day. Don’t ask,” she retorted.

“Sorry.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Hey, I haven’t seen you all day.”

“But you’re one of them!” She opened the refrigerator door looking for something to eat, spying what was left of the ham they’d cooked for dinner two nights before. She grabbed it, a loaf of bread, and the jar of mayo.

“One of what?” Jake probed more.

After depositing the makings of her dinner on the counter, she turned to him with one hand on her hip and scowled, “A man—you know, two legs with a d**k inside their pants.”

“Ooo. Trouble with a man?” he gibed.

“Indirectly. But like I said, don’t ask.”

“I thought you and Garth were moving along rather well.”

“Garth?”

“This isn’t about Garth?”

She looked at him surprised. “No, it’s not.” Cissy proceeded to make her dinner.

“Well, if it’s not about Garth, maybe you want to put a smile on your face before he gets here.”

“Gets here?”

“Yeah. I saw him in town, said he wanted to check up on you—officially, I think. But I’m sure there’s more behind it.”

Cissy’s foul mood eased. “At least someone cares,” she said.

“A lot of people do, Cissy, you just need to let them.”

Cissy humphed and went back to her ham sandwich. Grabbing a paper plate from the shelf, a beer from the fridge, she then swiped a chocolate chip cookie from the jar and she fled to the porch to eat her meal.

Nearly an hour later, Cissy heard the familiar sound of the county truck driving into the ranch yard. She’d been napping, trying to let the day fall away around her, hoping she’d feel a little more hospitable by the time Garth showed.

“Hi, Cis, how are you doing?” He ambled up the steps looking happy to see her.”Fine, just fine,” she said with a broad smile as though the rest of her life was completely forgotten.

“Good. Just wanted to stop by and see if everything is okay.”

“Yeah, Jake said that. You know, you could have called.”

Garth looked a little surprised.

“You have plans, or something?”

“No, but I could have.”

He nodded. “Sorry. It is my job to check on you,” he started sounding more official. “Just following the judge’s orders.”

“I know.”

“Got your ass in a twit about something?”

“No. Why would you think that?”

“I actually thought we could go for a drive.”

“Really?” This was the first decent thing she’d heard all day. “Ride where?”

“Anywhere you want.”

Thinking the look in Garth’s eye actually looked mischievous, Cissy hopped up. “Then how about the lake.” Her mind was already clicking with the possibilities.

Garth smiled, and they were off.

Even the lake didn’t do much to change Cissy’s mood, though at least she was getting away from the ranch, and perhaps her own life for a while.

“How’s the job?” Garth asked her as they were sitting on a low rise looking toward the water waiting for the sun to set.

“Don’t ask.”

“Some problem?”

“I hate it.”

“Really? I thought this was going to be good for you. Get you away from Jake a little more often.”

“Yes, that was the idea. But the working conditions are kinda miserable.”

“Ah, I see. Like getting your bottom paddled when you start fighting with Midge?”

Cissy turned to him with her heart suddenly racing ninety miles an hour. “How did you know that?”

“I ran into Amanda in town.”

“And she told you!”

“I had to ask about your job, how it was going.”

Cissy was livid.

“Damn….” she didn’t know what to say. But she was pissed.

“Routine, Cis,” he did his best to ward off her anger with the reminder. “If you want me to, we can start filling out regulation probation reports?”

She didn’t want to hear that. “So, I suppose the entire town knows about the fight?”

“Not that I know of,” Garth replied.

“Yeah, but this is exactly how things get out. Before long, everyone knows and I’ll be the laughing stock of the county.”

“It’s not going anywhere,” Garth said, getting frustrated by the crabby young woman.

“So, what did Amanda say?”

“That you and Midge had a fight, she had to pull you apart, and for good measure she had Hank Devlin paddle your behinds to make you sane.”

“The b***h,” Cissy seethed under her breath, though Garth heard her clearly.

“Maybe you deserved it?” he suggested.

“I did not! It’s all Midge’s fault anyway.”

She started to rise from the ground in a huff, but Garth pulled her down. “You know,” he leveled her with a glare of his own, “if you don’t watch your temper…” he didn’t finish.

“You’ll do what?” she snapped the question as a direct challenge.

“Maybe you need a repeat performance of what happened this morning,” he snapped right back.

“So, maybe I do,” she said shaking him off. “That seems to be all any man around here can do is spank a woman’s behind.”

“Maybe that’s because you deserve it!”

“And, of course, you’d be more than obliging.”

While Garth seethed angrily, Cissy crossed her arms in front of her and pouted, which only made him madder.

Enough was enough. “You know,” like whistles going off, bells ringing in his brain, the signals were loud and clear—”that’s exactly what you’re going to get—spanked.” Picking himself from the ground, Garth reached down to grab her arm, and drawing Cissy with him, dragged her to a fallen log nearby. The fractious young woman—though having baited him mercilessly—was visibly shocked by the sudden move. But seeing the firm set of his jaw, and his muscled arm commandeer her handily, her body was quaking in fear. Though she’d have to struggle to get away—after all, that’s what he’d expect her to do—she put little effort into the task. The energy between them was having a decided effect on her and much to her surprise, she hardly gave him much fight at all.

Not only did Garth’s swiftness stun her, the amazing force behind his command took her off guard. In just seconds he had her jeans unbuttoned, the zipper down, the denim at her ankles, and her upended over his lap. Keeping up the same ruthless pace, Garth fingered the edge of her pink bikini panties—for just a second pausing to acknowledge the lovely look of her bottom encased in the thin material. But, with his conviction propelling him forward, he had the slip of nylon peeled away from her skin left to dangle at her knees. Then striking with stunning speed, he quickly warmed her bottom with the palm of his hand.

At first, the smacks hardly seemed like much at all. Certainly, they were nothing like the strike of Jake’s paddle, belt or strap. But, Garth, being the straightforward no nonsense kind of guy that he was, soon moved right past the those warming strikes raising a decent sting on Cissy’s ass.

She struggled, because she always struggled with a spanking, but this was so much different than those she took from Jake. Sure it was getting harsh, and the sting was starting to really smart; but there was an erotic sensuousness about the way Garth’s left hand was pressed against her back, and the feel of his sturdy thighs beneath her crotch, and what she believed to be his own arousal becoming evident. As the punishment continued, it became difficult to know whether she should protest or groan with pleasure. As it turned out, she was soon voicing a most remarkable reply, her body churning sensuously as she did, “Ah, no, Garth, please, ooo, no pleeeese, ah, yes,” she moaned in her rapturous response.

Damn! Her poor ass stung, but she could hardly deny the erotic quality of her distress.

From Garth’s point of view, he couldn’t have been happier. He knew he was a pushover with women—loved them too much, and he truly loved this one. He’d wanted to take Cissy Riverton over his lap every time the two went on a date. She was a brat’s brat—real pain in the neck—always doing something to rile him—in her own charming way. In several months of dating, Jake Colton must have told him a dozen times, if he told him once, that his cousin needed to be spanked. He’d brushed off that advice as often as Jake gave it—but seeing Cissy’s response, and understanding his own, it looked as though her cousin was right on the money when it came to handling Cissy.

The more Garth smacked her plump behind, the more subdued she got. And as he watched her sweet white behind turn a most delightful shade of pink, he sensed that the sassy tart was becoming aroused. Her complaints were downright rapturous, and his own body replied with his erection advancing rapidly inside his pants.

Two competing desires played inside him: the one to continue this forever; and the one to stop right now and make love. Screaming for supremacy, each seemed fueled by an inner need. He was well aware of his desire to make love to Cissy, but this new and unexpected desire to punish her had him fascinated. It’s what kept the furious spanking alive, even as his s****l desire increased and his hand grew hot with a stinging sensation that must rival the one on Cissy’s bottom. Seeing his girlfriend squirm, her poor body writhe and twist, his desire to continue increased. He adored the look of her behind—all splotched with red, as well as the intense satisfaction he was gaining from punishing her.

Garth might have continued forever, with his exhilaration spurring him on; but after some ten minutes of the nonstop onslaught, his palm was finally burning so hotly that he couldn’t go another strike. Abruptly stopping, he laid his hand on Cissy’s ass, enjoying the feel of her beet red skin, and began massaging the smarting cheeks.

By then, his fair-mindedness ceased. Whatever had kept Garth Branch a gentleman was suddenly disconnected. Driven by his desires, he dove into that sweet bottom, squeezing the cheeks until she groaned as madly as she had been when he was spanking her. And moving on with his lust in charge, he ran his hands along the skin of her thighs, and then moving between them, he fingered the sopping warmth of her wet home.

“Oh, my yes, Garth!” was all the encouragement he needed from Cissy. She proved as ravenous for s*x as he was. Within minutes they’d dropped to the grassy earth grappling with each other, hands flying fast and mouths moving on each other, each zealously seeking more. She had his pants down. He had her jeans stripped away. She pulled his shirt aside. And he burrowed toward her breasts with his hands and mouth. Ah! This was heaven—what they’d been driving toward for weeks and finally found a way to realize.

For the first time since this horrible day began, Cissy let go. All her nasty rudeness seemed to melt away in Garth’s arms. What muscles! Strong, resilient made-of-steel muscles—and the hardest one between his thighs. By the time she reached his prick, the stalk was fully engorged and ready to enter her snatch. Laying back against the grass, she opened her thighs wide and let him drive right in.

“Oooo, yessssssssss,” her subtle hiss was music to a man who too often held back waiting for a woman to lead.

It was a fast f*****g—the kind that makes you weak. Climaxing in minutes, the two were soon exhausted, panting, trying to recover.

Garth was certain now, that despite what Cissy might say about herself, she wanted to be dominated. She wanted to be taken, made to mind, and even punished. About this, her cousin was very right. What perhaps Jake didn’t know, or certainly wouldn’t recognize, was that she wanted to be loved as well. And that was something Garth was prepared to do.

The pair remained locked inside each other’s arms for nearly a half-hour after they both came in crashing orgasms. They didn’t speak—not a single word was spoken. But as the rays from the dying sun surrounded them in a cloud of color, they communicated everything that was necessary to say. Sometimes words weren’t important. The sky darkened from peach to rose, to a deeper shade of purple, then to grey.

“Think you learned a lesson tonight?” Garth asked. The question was a pointed one, and he wanted an answer.

“Humm, I suppose,” she purred dreamily. She didn’t want to think about lessons, or punishment, or anything but the lovely sensation of being loved.

“Cissy?” he wanted more.

She pulled up, staring down at him. “It’s just that…”

He patted her nose with a finger. “If you learned anything tonight, it’s not to push me. I’m finished being patient with you. You’re going to mind your manners with me, or this is exactly what you can expect.” He stared around him with a smile on his face. “Next time I’ll pluck some birch branches from these woods and really give you a licking.”

Cissy’s eyes went wide in wonder—for just a second, then she smiled sweetly. “Oh, Garth. We don’t have to talk about it now.”

“Oh, yes, we do,” Garth disagreed. He sat up, staring into her shadowy face, making sure that she understood what he said. “Whether you like it or not, your cousin knows you pretty well. You’re going to behave, and I’m going to make sure you do. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir,” she tried to smile.

“No more whining, no more getting steamed with me over something that’s not my fault. No more little brat behavior. Clear?”

She snickered playfully. “Okay. I’ll try.”

That was enough for him. At least for one night—although he had the feeling that it might be some considerable time before Cissy got his message. If it took him being a little less gentle and a little firmer with her, that’s exactly what it would be. If this evening taught him anything, it was that.