Cowboy Affairs: Spanked

If a girl walks away from me with another man… even a man like Jensen… I’m supposed to let her go, crack open a beer, and find someone else to occupy my time. I’m a golden boy on the circuit. I don’t chase.

But seeing them together just now? The way Daisy looked at him like he held the damn horizon in his pocket? It did something to my chest. I’m not mad. I’m just… curious. Jensen might be my mentor, the closest thing to a father I’ve ever known… but damned if that doesn’t mean he knows better than anyone how to piss me off.

Curiosity is much more comfortable, more interesting to a man like me. At least that’s what I tell myself as I follow them, unable to sit and wonder what she sees in him when I could just take a peek and find out for myself.

I move silently, thankful that I’m light on my feet and that I know exactly how far I can push open the door of Jensen’s workshop before the light pours in.

“Hold still, let me look at you like this.”

Hoooooly shit. Daisy is silhouetted in the sunlight, perched on his saddle rack and naked as a jaybird. Her pert tits heave with heavy breaths, and Jensen’s standing in front of her, arms crossed and his broad back to me.

“I’ve been holding still forever, Jensen. Are you going to show me what you promised, or am I just eye candy for your saddle rack now?”

“You’re always a sight for sore eyes, darlin’. But tonight, you’re part of the show. Look at this.”

“You made this? It’s… gorgeous, Jensen.”

I watch her cheeks flush pink as she reaches out, trailing one delicate finger over the intricately branded surface of a thick strip of leather.

“Mmhm. Cut and stitched every layer myself. Heavyweight saddle leather, three layers. Balance is perfect. Feel that weight? It’s going to leave such a beautiful blush on that ass of yours.”

“All that hard work just for me, hm? You flatter me, Jensen.”

“Oh no, Daisy girl. I made it with you in mind. But this is for me. For my amusement. Now lie back, and let me see how bad you want it.”

I know I should leave, go right back out through the door of the workshop and walk away...

But I can’t. I stay right here, tucked into the shadows. My dick throbs, my jeans painfully tight and my heart racing as I watch her obey him. I can’t look away.

“I want to make sure you remember exactly what it feels like to be mine, Daisy. No matter where you are, or who you’re with. Whether it’s tomorrow or ten years from now, I’m going to make sure you never forget. I’m going to make it so good for you, but it’s still a punishment. If there’s anything I need to know, now’s the time to tell me.”

“I… like pain. I like it when it hurts a little, and I’ve never gotten to try things like you’ve got there, but I want to. I want you to... Show me. Please, Jensen.”

“Sir.”

“Hm?”

“In here, like this. You’ll call me sir. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“That’s a good girl.”

“Now show me how bad you want this, Daisy.”

He reaches forward, using the paddle he’s still holding to coax her thighs apart until her glistening pussy is open for him.

“You look good enough to eat.”

She fucking does, the sweet scent of her arousal is thick in the air, and my body responds with another rush of blood to my cock as I shift in place, trying to get a better view.

Shit.

Jensen’s eyes snap to the shadows I’m hiding in. He sees me, I know he does. His gaze feels like a brand, and I wait, time suspended as I wait for him to yell, to turn on me and drag me out into the open… but he doesn’t even blink as he holds my gaze and speaks again.

“Be quiet, don’t you make a single sound. You understand me?”

“I didn’t say anything, Jensen. I can be quiet though, I–”

“Good girl. I want to see how well you can follow my rules.”

He’s letting me watch. No, ordering me to watch. I’m harder than ever, and my jeans are painfully tight.

I move carefully, pulling my dick out and stroking myself slowly as Jensen turns back to Daisy, stepping into her space.

She’s naked for him now, and he hasn’t even rolled up his sleeves. The contrast is wicked as he lifts the leather paddle.

“Take it. Beautiful. Count them for me, Daisy while you touch yourself.”

“One… oh god, Jensen…”

“Two.”

Every time the leather strikes her skin, I grip myself tighter. She’s squirming, her hips arching off the wood, but she isn’t pulling away. She wants this.

And Jensen is watching her like a hawk, keeping his rhythm steady, entirely in control. He taps the leather against her inner thigh while she strokes two fingers between her glistening lips, teasing herself while he plays with her.

“You’re making too much noise, darlin’. If you can’t be quiet, maybe we need to stop…”

“Jensen, please... Don’t stop, I can be quiet…”

“I know you can, because I’m going to help you. Open your mouth.”

My strokes falter, then speed up as she obediently opens her mouth and he presses a leather gag between her teeth. Her spread legs still open, glistening as he fastens the strap around her head.

Fucckkkkk. The whole vibe in the room changes, now that she can’t use that pretty smart mouth of hers to talk back. It’s just the way her body reacts now and the muffled sounds of pleasure through the gag as he plays with her. My cock leaks over my fist as I continue to stroke myself.

“That’s better, isn’t it? Now, let’s try something new… how about…”

Jensen turns back to her, a flogger in his hand now as he steps close. He trails the leather tails across her stomach, and it ripples beneath the sensation as she tries to suck in a breath around the gag.

He isn't touching her with his hands. He’s just using the leather to drive her crazy. She’s shaking. Her thighs are trembling, slick and shining under the dim sunlight.

“Look at you, baby, so eager for me. Your pretty, sweet cunt is dripping all over my saddle. You like the feel of my flogger on your skin like this?”

“Your nipples are so hard as I tease them like this. Are you going to cum for me like this, Daisy girl?”

I’m stroking myself so hard my knuckles are aching.

I’ve ridden three-thousand-pound beasts for eight seconds of glory, but watching Jensen master her without even taking off his boots?

I’m coming undone as I watch her. She’s writhing in the saddle, grinding against the leather as her moans get more desperate with every teasing touch of the flogger, eyes wide and submissive to the soft teasing of the tough cowboy playing with her.

“That’s it. Let it go for me.”

Jensen looks back over his shoulder as he says it, locking eyes with me in the shadow. He sees my hand moving as I stroke myself. He smiles. A slow, knowing, dangerous smile.

He knows exactly what he’s doing to both of us. And so help me god, I still can’t stop.

“Cum for me, darlin’.”

I freeze, captivated as her orgasm washes over her at his command, her gorgeous body thrashing with every rhythmic roll of her hips. Her moans spill out around the gag as her pleasure soaks his saddle while he watches.

While we both do.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Breathe. You did so good for me.”

“Jensen, oh god… I’m shaking, that was…”

“Don’ worry about your legs, baby, you don’t need ‘em yet. We aren’t done… and we have company.”

“Company?”

“Come on out, Owen. You’ve been hiding in the shadows long enough.”

My heart bucks in my chest like a bronc at the rodeo gates, and I want to bolt. But my jeans are undone, dick still hard and throbbing, and Jensen’s using a tone I’ve never learned to disobey.

“Didn’t mean to interrupt your… lessons here, Jensen.”

“Owen!? You– oh, my god did you see? You were…?”

I meet her gaze, toss her my best rodeo smile. Her cheeks are flushed, naked chest heaving as she looks between Jensen and me.

I wait for her anger, for her to try to cover herself… But she doesn’t. Her gaze tracks down my body instead, finding my open fly and the obvious bulge of my erection.

I see the exact moment her shock turns into something wicked. Her lips part. She’s breathing faster now. She likes the idea of me seeing what he just did to her.

“He saw everything, darlin’. And he’s standing there unzipped and aching because he doesn't know what to do with himself.”

“Well, maybe he should do more than watch…”

“Oh, I don’t know about that. Maybe we could ask him. Is that what you want?”

My heart races, and I’m speechless at what they’re suggesting.

“I think I’d like that.. A lot.

So how about it, Owen? Why don’t you come over here?”

“I, uh–”

“You’ve been winning buckles all over the country, boy, so you think you’re a real man now? Think you know how to handle a woman like this?”

“I know how to take care of a lady, Jensen.”

“You know how to show off. But you’ve always needed a little help to find your way, to really learn what it means to be sure of yourself. I taught you everything you know, Owen.

Now look at her. Look at how sweet and soft she is right now.”

“Don’t you want to make it twice as good for her?”

He’s offering her to me, daring me to take what I want with him. Under his watch.

I look past his shoulder at Daisy, still naked on the saddle with her arousal glistening on the unfinished leather. Her hands grip the pommel, a soft tilt of her lips and a roll of her hips echoing his invitation.

“Daisy, look at me, sweetheart.”

“I’m looking.”

“Now look at him. Can you see how bad he’s shaking? How much he wants this?”

“I need to hear it from your lips, darlin’. Do you want Owen to touch you? Do you want us both?”

“Yes, god yes. I want you both.”

“You heard the lady. Come here, Owen.

But let’s get one thing straight. This shop, these toys… This girl? They’re all mine. You touch her where and when I tell you to. You look to me, wait for my permission, before you move a single muscle. Are we clear?”

“Crystal clear, cowboy.”

“Right there, Owen. Put your hands on her hips… Mmm. That’s it, don’t rush it.

Feel how warm she is for us.”

I’m stroking Daisy’s slick skin, playing with her as her pretty tits sway. My thumb teases her clit while I work her ass with a lubed finger. She’s spread out on Jensen’s workbench, and I’m losing my goddamn mind. I’m supposed to be the guy who takes what he wants, but under Jensen’s eye, I’m waiting for permission, holding my breath for his every word.

He’s standing right beside us as I work her ass and clit, his hand gripping his own length, stroking hard and steady, directing me like it’s his own private masterclass on pleasure.

“Use your thumb, boy. Touch her, yes, right there. Look how she arches into you.”

“Relax for us, that’s it. Breathe deep, let him in.”

She obeys him, and her tight asshole relaxes around my finger as I tease her. I continue slow swirling circles around her clit as she rocks and moans while I work my finger into her.

“Owen, yes, god... Yes. Jensen, please — I need...”

“I know what you need, sweetheart. Lean forward, that’s it. You’re ready now…”

This is it. The point of no return. I line myself up at her hips, my heart hammering against my ribs. I look up at Jensen. He’s watching me, his jaw clenched, nodding once. The green light.

“Go slow, take care of her. Slide in… “

“Fuck… f-fuck, Daisy, you’re so tight.”

“Hold her, right there. Isn’t she perfect?”

“Don’t move a muscle. Let her adjust. Here, baby, I’ll help.”

I can feel his thick knuckles brush the root of my dick as he strokes and teases her slippery clit. She feels it too, and her pouty mouth falls open on a moan.

Her ass contracts and relaxes, and it takes all my willpower not to rock my hips and rut into her… she feels so good, looks so wrecked already.

“Ready for more, darlin’?”

“Yes.”

“Turn her around for us."

I pull back from her a little, my tip still buried in her, and lay her on her side. She bends her legs over the edge of the workbench, pushing her gorgeous ass and her wet pussy against us, full of needy anticipation.

“Let me lift that gorgeous leg."

I watch, holding myself still against Daisy as Jensen opens her up for him and giving himself one final tug then lines the thick tip of his dick up with her entrance.

His balls brush against me as he presses forward and claims her pussy.

Oh, god. The stretch of her holding both of us takes my breath away. Jensen leans into Daisy, and I watch her face, pained-pleasure as we both feel the slow slide of him inside her now as we stretch and fill her. She moans between us as every sensation intensifies. He starts a slow, grinding rhythm, and my body automatically follows his lead.

“Look at her, look how beautifully she takes us both.

She was made for this. She’s ours tonight.”

She’s so tight, and every time he thrusts, I feel him move. She moans, rocking into us both as we fuck her in time, filling her up so there’s no room for anything but this.

Her chest is flushed with her pleasure, pussy wet and dripping over the workbench now as her legs tremble and we lose ourselves in this.

“Jensen… Owen… I’m going to—I can’t hold it— “

“Don’t hold back, darlin’. Let it go. Cum for us…”

“Don’t hold back, Owen. Ride it out with her, keep moving.”

When she cums, her ass contracts around my eager dick and the tension breaks inside me like a storm. I lose all control.

“Oh fuck..”

“Easy, darlin. You’re okay, we’ve got you. Just breathe.

Support her hips, here… yeah, like that, so she doesn’t fall.”

“I’ve got her.

I’m right here.”

I squeeze her hip gently as Jensen cleans her up with a soft flannel he’s produced from nowhere.

“Okay, Daisy girl. Look at me. Give me words. You okay? How does your body feel?”

“I’m okay… good. I’m so warm, and

My legs are jelly. But I’m perfect.”

“Good girl, you did so well for us.

And you? Look at me. You good? Any regrets?”

I look from Jensen’s steady, protective gaze down to Daisy, who is curling into his side, and looking up at me with so much softness it hurts. My chest feels like I’ve been cracked open, baring something warm and sweet. The cocky rodeo star who always leaves before sunrise suddenly wants to anchor himself right here.

“No. No regrets at all.”

“Welcome to the big leagues, cowboy.”

I hype myself up to step out of the truck, my muscles are aching in places I didn't know existed.

Building furniture’s never been part of my standard recovery protocol.

But Jensen moves like it’s nothing, and I’m damn sure not going to be complaining this morning, so I follow him to the bed of the ruck as we lift Daisy’s refinished worktop.

“Y’all better not scratch these hardwoods with that thing.”

“Have mercy, Daisy Mae! Jensen’s trying to break my back out here.”

“I told you, darlin’. This boy’s only used to 90 seconds of hard work to earn his applause. Twenty minutes of effort - in the bedroom or on the ranch - might be too much for him.”

“Oh, come on, Jensen, give him some credit. For a golden boy, he showed some real stamina last night. I might even give him a passing grade if he can give a repeat performance…”

My dick twitches.

“A passing grade? Baby, I’ll earn a standing ovation and a top billing on the marquee if it gets me a place on your roster.”

“Let’s see how well you handle these hardwoods first, cowboy. Why don’t y’all come in? I made some sweet tea…”