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Rawhide is not like anywhere else; it even beats Disneyland. Not only because there is one Rawhide and multiple Disneylands around the world, but also because of the mishmash of interesting people looking for something magical to happen.
The looks of awe and excitement from the new guests reminded me of my first time coming here years ago. I’d thought bringing my play partner at the time to Rawhide Ranch was a great idea, with the hope she’d fall in love with the lifestyle. Even then I knew she wasn’tthe one, but she came close, and after staying single for a long time, I was ready to take on the challenge of a full-time play partner/girlfriend. Lucky for me, I found out the truth about Bianca before taking the fateful tripto Rawhide Ranch, the place that unexpectedly became my new home.
For years, Veronica De Haviland starred in my fantasies. Our parents ran in the same circles, forcing many social events on their would-be heirs—us. Ronnie was the youngest in the group and had always exhibited anxious behavior. She stuck to the shadows at these events, especially when Porsha thought up one of her games, which inevitably put Veronica in a bad light.
Over the years, I’d taken to keeping my eye on her. As my cousin’s best friend, I felt it was my duty to keep both in line, especially when things got out of hand, which was often. Rich kids got bored easily and had entitlement issues. Ironically, those same kids lacked almost everything that mattered in life.
I was lucky to have parents who put me before their pedigree. Unfortunately, Harmony’s didn’t and her “take no prisoners” sassy attitude morphed as she moved into her young adult years, becoming a disaster waiting to happen. She caused many incidents and drew an unhealthy amount of negative attention to herself. After one particularly explicit experience, she came to me to bail her out. It turned out we could blame her belligerent attitude on deeper issues.
Keeping my cousin out of trouble was difficult, whereas her bestie, Veronica, would do what I said, but not without a challenging fire in her eye. That fire sent spikes of desire through me, and my hand had often itched to spank her naughty backside.
Back then, I didn’t realize those desires were from a dominant streak in me that stemmed from a kink that was very much a part of who I was. It was in wanting to yank Ronnie over my lap and spank her and then do all kinds of other things to her I learned who I was. That came later. Back then I was just waking up to who I would become.
The night of the fire, I’d held Veronica’s trembling body in my arms as tears tracked down her cheeks. It was a dark time for her, and I wanted to be the one who took care of her and dry her tears. Reluctantly, I’d let her go when her parents left their home in the capable hands of the firefighters and checked into suites at The Plaza.
Had I’d known that Ronnie would disassociate from life, and I would never see her again, I would have done things differently. But after that night, she never attended another formal gathering or invited me over, regardless of the texts and emails I sent. It took me a long time to let go of all the visions and ideas I had for me and her, and when I did at last let go, it was to attend a local BDSM club, where I ran into Bianca.
I don’t know who was more surprised by our chance meeting, her or me. She recovered quickly and glommed on to me right away. I booked us into a private room where we talked and caught up. When I felt sure she was a submissive looking to partner up, I asked her for consent to play with her.
She agreed and our first time had been perfect. After that first time, we agreed to a once-a-week time to partner at the club for playtime. Her favorite kink was being degraded pretending to be forced to be my personal slut and reveled in crawling to me. While not exactly my kink, I worked with her desires and fantasies, ensuring she’d left fulfilled after each session. Then we ended up in a social event together and she drew me away to a bathroom on the third floor.
“What are we doing here, Bianca?”
She shimmied her tight skirt above her hips to show me she had no panties on. And that’s not all. She was very excited to see me, the evidence of which was coating the insides of her thighs.
She puckered her shiny red lips in a pretend pout and then got down on her knees, gazing up at me like all she wanted was to suck my dick.
“You don’t control the scene, Bianca, I do.”
I turned to leave, but she reached out a hand and tugged on the hem of my dinner jacket.
“If you leave me here wanting and needing you inside of me, then I will fuck someone else.”
I gazed down at her, my eyes hard, my voice cracking like a whip in the silence. “I don’t respond to threats.”
Maybe I was being a dick, and maybe I was pushing on purpose to see if she was as obedient outside of the club as she was inside.
Her eyes darkened, and I could see her about to make a snarky reply. I’d seen all I needed to and turned to leave. Then she did what I least expected.
“Wait, Daddy. I’m sorry, please don’t leave. I need you.”
We’d never discussed the power dynamic of Dd/lg. I’d placed it on the back burner as what was possible down the road. When I turned back around, she was no longer on her heels, having slid down to the floor, her feet splayed awkwardly at her sides with her hands in a prayer pose and her eyes glossy with unshed tears.
“Will you forgive me, Daddy?” she asked.
How could I not? I summed up this experience to it also being her test to be a more permanent part of me and my lifestyle. Maybe she needed to know that she could count on me to be consistent and lead us as a couple and with our kink life.
Lord knew, most of the parents of the kids in our group were the absolute worst examples of healthy relationships. I waslucky in that my parents fully supported me, but I also hadn’t given them a reason not to.
I helped her to get up and lean over the bathroom counter. “I completely forgive you, little one, but I will also punish your behavior. After your spanking, we will go back downstairs and you will be with me, and only me. Is that clear? If you want your Daddy all to yourself, then you must do the same. In private you call me Daddy, instead of Sir. Understood?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Music to my ears.
“Look in the mirror, little one. I want you to see your reaction as I punish your bottom.”
My words fueled the fire already burning inside of her. Her breath came in quick pants and her eyelids were heavy, covering enlarged pupils, which told me how turned on she was at the idea of getting a spanking. This was way more intimate than anything we’d done in the club. There, I’d flogged her and used an assortment of items to edge her closer to an orgasm. But I’d not spanked her with my hand yet. I’d avoided skin on skin contact, opting for toys and implements in our sessions.
