"Ye will nay approach danger with complete disregard."
Smack.
"Ye came alone."
Smack.
"Wielding a gun that could have been taken from ye and used on your person without effort."
Smack.
"Did ye ken Mason and I that weak that we couldn't protect ourselves against two men?"
Smack.
"Where the bloody hell is Kane?"
Smack. Smack. Smack.
I started to cry, my hands gripping the tall blades of summer grass. The searing strikes had me wilted and contrite. I had ridden into presumed danger without a care to my safety. I had aimed a gun toward men who had outnumbered me and could have overpowered me readily enough. I'd been headstrong and desperate.
"They were going to take you away!" I shouted, then sniffled.
"She's a little hellcat, lad." The voice came from behind me. Oh, the men! I forgot they were there and most assuredly watching my punishment.
"I'd like a little lassie to defend me like that." Another man's voice broke through the sound of Ian's palm striking my already tender flesh.
"You would, but then you'd spank her arse just like Ian."
Tears ran down my cheeks as Ian continued, my humiliation complete not only from these strangers commenting on my misery as if it were nothing, but by the sound of horses approaching and knowing the men from the ranch would see me this way as well.
I heard the men talking, but couldn't hear the words, dipping into a place where the spanking had switched from painful to a fog, although each strike was still filled with vehemence. I had succumbed. I was out of control, at the mercy of Ian and his palm, his anger, his fear. Wait. His anger was because of his fear for me. His punishment was to ensure that I was whole and hale, but also to soothe his frazzled nerves that I could have been harmed if I had approached more nefarious men.
"Are you finished?"
Kane.
"Aye."
"Good. It's my turn."
The spanking began once again in earnest, this time it was Kane's palm, although he only added about five swats to the tally.
My world upended and I dizzily landed on Ian's hard thighs. I hissed out a breath at the contact. Using my hands, I wiped the streaks of tears from my cheeks as I sniffled. "I'm...I'm sorry," I mumbled, still recovering.
Kane knelt down beside me. "You scared ten years off my life when Ann told us where you'd gone."
"Are you going to spank me again?" I asked, glancing between both men. They looked at me with a mixture of fear and anger. Kane was breathing hard and sweat dotted his brow.
"Nay," Ian said. "I'm going to fuck you." I felt the truth of his words hard beneath my bottom.
"Now? Here?" There were the two strangers who who'd arrived with Ian, plus Mason. From the ranch were Brody, Simon and Cross. Simon and his brother were hugging and smacking each other on the back congenially, clearly pleased to be in each other's company after so many years.
"Now. Here," Ian repeated, shifting me on his lap so I still sat astride his thighs, but this time with my knees on either side of his hips. Kane grabbed the tangle of my dress and pulled it up around my waist and out of the way. Reaching between us, Ian undid the placket of his pants, his engorged cock bobbing free. Without a chance to even consider what we were about to do, he hoisted me up by my waist and lowered me directly onto his cock, filling my pussy in one smooth slide.
"Oh!" I cried out, feeling so full and surprised by how wet I was for him. I wanted to lift and lower myself on him, to use his cock to seek my pleasure, but he wouldn't let me. His hands, banded tightly about my waist, held me in place as he shifted his hips, thrusting up into me, using me.
"No! The men are watching," I pushed on his shoulders, frantic to rise. The feel of him inside of me was...delicious, but I did not wish to be watched, exposed as we were. "It's...it's private!"