More Than She Bargained For by Megan Michaels

Author:Megan Michaels [Michaels, Megan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Western BDSM Erotic Romance
Publisher: Megan Michaels
Published: 2015-07-08T16:00:00+00:00

Noah sat back in his chair to watch that gorgeous, plump — and now pink — ass swaying. The black tail sticking out of her swung back and forth as she mopped the floor obediently, and to his surprise, quietly. She scowled and shot him glares every now and then, but he simply watched in silence, the girl wiggling her ass a little more than required, sending her tail swaying once again.

She did a good job of mopping, seemingly staying focused on the task. Not that he was paying complete attention to the quality of her work with such a glorious view on display. She scrubbed certain areas of the floor with a fervor that would send her breasts swinging, the soft, heavy globes bouncing off each other, her body shaking with the zeal she exhibited in polishing the wood. Her generous buttocks jiggled as she moved, and he resisted the urge to bury his nose and tongue into her cunt. Her scent wafted by him, mingling with the gentle breeze that blew in from the parlor window. Her drenched pubic hair and pussy shone in the light that snuck through between the drapes, her excess wetness slicking her inner thighs. Obviously, she enjoyed pony play — and it made him smile thinking of the fun they’d have with it.

Noah reached for his riding crop and smoothly rose from his chair, slapping the leather implement on his leg as he walked over to her.

Her face paled, her eyes becoming huge at the prospect of another spanking with the riding crop.

He smiled at her, rubbing her back gently. “Such a good pony. You’ve done such a good job today. Go get your hairbrush off the table over there and bring it to me.”

Again, her eyes went wide, and she swallowed, kneeling at his feet, motionless.

“Girl, you were just given an order. Ponies always do what they’re ordered, or they get whipped — or in your case cropped or paddled with their hairbrush.” He dipped his chin. “Go. Get. Your hairbrush.”

Daisy finally nodded at him, her face flaming red, and crawled away on her hands and knees, her breasts swinging with the slow rocking of her hips. She returned with the brush clasped in her hand, shuffling upright on her knees, her breasts bouncing, eyes downcast. By the time she made it to him, she was worrying her lower lip between her white teeth.

Noah used the brush to tip her chin up. “You’ve been a good pony. It’s time for me to brush your mane. Kneel sitting on your heels.” Surprise plain on her face, she released her lip from her teeth, giving him a tentative smile. He waited until she gracefully sat with her still pink, freshly spanked bottom resting on the heels of her feet. He ran the large wooden brush through her raven hair. Sitting by the window, the deep black hair caught the light rendering the thick locks almost a midnight blue.

“I’ve never seen hair this gorgeous,” he murmured, continuing to brush her hair until it gleamed.

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