Kayla and The Rancher

Rancher Cord Holderness needs a wife, but with few prospects in the Wyoming Territory, he decides that the only way to find a well-bred young lady is to get a mail-order bride. However, the girl that’s supposed to be his mail-order bride gets cold feet and leaves it up to her new friend, Kayla Mathison, to tell him that she’s changed her mind. But when the handsome rancher assumes that the fiercely independent and stubborn Kayla is his mail-order bride, she finds herself going along with it. Running from an arranged marriage herself, and desperately in need of funds to get herself to San Francisco, she decides to lead Cord on so that she can steal the money she needs from him. But as the days turn into weeks, she finds that the money doesn’t interest her as much as it once did, especially when Cord starts putting her over his knee and spanking her whenever she becomes a little too willful for his liking. Much to her surprise, she discovers that she’s fallen in love with him.

“Kayla and The Rancher” is an excellent spanking novel. Kayla hops a westbound train in hopes of escaping a dreaded arranged marriage when she meets Abigail, a mail-order bride en route to meet her future husband, Cord. When Abigail gets cold feet, she pays Kayla to stop and let down Cord gently. Kayla unexpectedly finds herself claiming to be Abigail when she meets Cord in the train station. One thing leads to another and Kayla ends up head over heels (and over the knee) in love with Cord. The thing I liked best about “Kayla and The Rancher” was Kayla’s initial reaction and subsequent feelings regarding spanking. Cord discovers his presumed bride to be snooping around his private belongings the first evening she is with him and turns her over his knee to be sure she will respect his privacy in the future. Kayla didn’t expect to be spanked and she certainly didn’t expect to be aroused by spanking. Following this discovery, the reader is privy to the inner thought of a scheming spanko – something I am quite familiar with… ******************************* “Don’t even think about it,” he warned softly. Cord’s words sent a delightful little shiver through her, and for the next few days his warning not to play poker with the hands was all she could seem to think about. What if she deliberately defied him and played cards with them? Kayla wondered as she lay in bed one evening. Would Cord really give her another spanking? And would she get aroused from it again? Though she was almost certain that he would indeed spank her, she finally decided that the only way to know for sure if it would excite her would be to try out her theory. The thought that she was going to intentionally provoke Cord into spanking again her made her pulse race excitedly and she had a hard time getting to sleep that night. Since it wasn’t unusual for the hands to play cards after finishing work for the day, Kayla found a game going on when she walked into the barn the following afternoon. The men looked up at her entrance and greeted her warmly. Having met all of the hands by now, she knew most of them by name, and smiled at the group seated around the makeshift card table. “Are you looking for Cord, Ma’am?” one of the men asked. His name was Harold, and he was tall and thin with a mop of curly red hair. She looked at each of the men in turn before answering. “Actually, I was hoping to play cards,” she said with a smile. Harold blinked in surprise. “With us?” She laughed lightly. “That was the idea, yes.” The other men laughed, but looked at each other uncomfortably. Putting his cards face-down on the table, Harold hastily got to his feet. “Uh...Ma’am, I’m not sure if that’s such a good idea. I’m not sure the boss would like us playing cards with you.” “Of course he wouldn’t mind,” she assured them. “He just didn’t want me playing cards in town because it was not safe. But I’ll be perfectly safe playing cards with you gentlemen, right?” The men nodded at the logic of her words. And besides, she knew the men would enjoy her company. All of them were unmarried and didn’t often get a chance to spend much time with a beautiful woman. She thought they would be willing to take a chance for the privilege of her company. Harold must have thought so, too, because he said, “I’ll get you something to sit on.” Kayla didn’t know if Cord would come in before the men finished playing, but she was pretty sure that at least one of them would mention to their boss that she had played poker with them that afternoon. As it turned out, however, Cord walked into the barn after they’d played only a few hands. She wasn’t aware of his presence behind her until the men she’d been playing cards with abruptly got to their feet in the middle of a hand and excused themselves with a polite, “Good day, Ma’am.” As one, they hurriedly left the barn. Suddenly realizing the reason for the men’s hasty getaway, Kayla felt her pulse quicken. Just how furious was Cord? “Care to explain yourself, Abigail?” Cord’s voice was soft, but there was a hard edge to it, and Kayla wet her lips nervously as she got to her feet and turned to face him. His arms were folded across his broad chest and he was glowering at her. “I...I don’t know what you mean,” she said, smoothing her hair back from her face and looking up at him innocently. He clenched his jaw. “I told you that I didn’t want you playing cards.” She smoothed her skirts with suddenly trembling hands. Could she really go through with this? she wondered. “Actually, what you said was that you didn’t want me going to the saloon to play cards,” she pointed out. “If you look around, you’ll notice that this is not the saloon. You really should be more specific next time, you know.” She realized that she was pushing it a little bit, but she wanted to make sure that this whole thing would result in a spanking. He scowled. “Are you trying to provoke me?” She blushed and looked away, but not before he saw the slight curve of her lips. “Is that what you’re doing, Abigail?” he demanded angrily. “Trying to see how far you can push me?” Before she could answer, Cord took hold of her arm and dragged her over to where several bales of hay had been neatly stacked in the center of the barn. Her heart beating wildly with excitement now, Kayla tried to dig in her heels, but it did no good. “What...what are you doing?” she asked, her voice suddenly trembling. She knew what he was going to do, but she didn’t think he’d do it here! She thought they would go back to the house. Anyone could come in the barn and see her getting spanked! He spun around to glare at her, his golden eyes glinting in the afternoon light coming in from the barn’s high windows. “Maybe you don’t think I’m serious, Abigail, but I intend to show you that I mean what I say.” Kayla expected Cord to sit down and put her over his knee, like he’d done before. But instead, he surprised her by bending her over one of the hay bales. It was exactly the perfect height for her to lean over comfortably, she noticed. Her heart hammering in her chest, she looked over her shoulder at Cord to see him grab a leather strap from a nearby hook. Though it looked soft and supple, it was also about two and a half inches wide. He doubled it, making a loop and slapping it against his palm. It made a sharp slapping sound, and her eyes widened at the sight of it. Surely, he wasn’t going to spank her with that! She started to push herself upright, but a firm hand on her back bent her over the hay bale again. “I told you that I didn’t want you playing cards, didn’t I Abigail?” he asked, slapping the strap against his open palm a second time. Looking over her shoulder at him, she stared at the leather strap as if transfixed by it. “Cord...” she began. “Didn’t I?” he demanded, his voice harsh. She hesitated for a moment before answering, and when she did, her voice was soft. “Yes.” He slapped the leather against his palm again. “Lift your skirt, Abigail,” he ordered, and when she hesitated, he added, “Now.” Reaching back, she slowly pulled up her skirt until it was bunched around her waist. “The petticoat, too,” he told her. Again, Kayla hesitated, and was rewarded with the feel of leather slapping against her right cheek. The thin material of the petticoat offered little protection and she gasped at the sting left by the strap. “The petticoat, Abigail,” Cord said again. Kayla’s heart was pounding so loudly now that she was sure Cord could hear it. She couldn’t have imagined this scene better if she’d made it up herself, she thought. She’d deliberately not worn pantaloons beneath her petticoat for just this moment, but now that the moment had come, she didn’t know if she could actually be bold enough to go through with it. Then there was that nasty-looking leather strap...she couldn’t imagine that being used on her bare skin. And yet, isn’t this what she wanted? ******************************* I whole-heartedly recommend “Kayla and The Rancher.” Paige Tyler incorporated lots of spanking fun into this wonderful book.