Reunion (Hunter's Ridge Book 3) by Maggie Ryan Page A

home to find your very own pony to ride."
    His cock jerked, bathing her bowels with spurt after spurt of his seed as his roar matched her own cry at his news. Despite his announcement, her cream continued to fill her quim, dripping onto the wooden platform beneath her feet.
    He slowly pulled from her, reaching between her trembling thighs to remove the clitoral clamp and then holding her when she screeched before sagging into his arms. Picking her up, he cradled her to him and laid her on the bed. Bending, he kissed her, his tongue claiming every inch of her mouth as she clung to him, her aching breasts pressed against his shirt, her hips lifting to press against his hand as he cupped her sex.
    It was several minutes before he released her, placing the items he'd used in a bowl to be washed and moving the bowl to the water closet. He returned with a cloth, gently cleaning her before rolling her onto her tummy.
    The next several minutes were spent listening to her soft sighs as he applied a thick layer of arnica cream to every welt the strap had raised on her bottom. Blowing out the lamp, he crawled into bed and she instantly snuggled into him, her head on his chest.
    "I love you, Papa," she whispered, her hand against his heart. She felt very tired and yet very content. Lifting her head, she moved to kiss his lips softly. "There is no need to spoil me so; I don't need my own pony."
    Edward chuckled, kissed her far more firmly and patted her bottom. "I love spoiling my little lady. I agree she does not need everything the world might offer, but she will have a nice little pony to ride."
    Louisa giggled, her freshly cleaned quim moistening again as she thought of the room he was planning. It would take just a stroke or two to have her screaming in pleasure, and yet she understood her release would not come this evening. It was only her Papa who gave her the gift of culmination, and never after a punishment. With her nipples and clit throbbing, she gave a sigh and turned over to be pulled to spoon against him. Her bottom snugged against his body in the position that never failed to make her feel cherished. Smiling, she wondered if there was such a room at Hunter's Ridge, and what Lucy would think of all the things that had happened in their time apart.
     
     

Chapter Four
     
    "Amen." Louisa and the rest of the congregation completed the prayer that signaled the end of the services. As their new pastor, Pastor Goodeman, stepped to the center of the elevated platform and made his weekly call for any little ladies that needed some personal counseling to come forward, she felt her Papa squeeze her hand.
    "Be a good girl and accept the lesson, little one," he said quietly, as he stood to allow her to move in front of him.
    With a nod, she felt her entire body flush as she stepped into the aisle and moved towards the front of the church, grateful to see a few others dressed in their Sunday best moving with her. This would be the first time she'd been required to seek additional atonement, and though she was embarrassed that all of their friends would know she had been exceptionally naughty, she was far more concerned about what would happen the moment she stepped through that side door.
    Over the past year, she had seen many of her friends after their visit with Pastor Reed. They would all be returned to their Papas, their cheeks tear-stained and hands twitching as if desperate to soothe scalded bottoms. Anyone in the nave would hear the pastor telling the poor miscreant's Papa how bad his little one was, how her soul was in danger if additional discipline wasn't delivered to her sinful bottom the moment she returned home. If having their bottoms tended to by Pastor Reed hadn't been difficult enough, this additional humiliation ensured fresh tears from the women who had chosen this lifestyle as their Papas assured the pastor his advice would be taken.
    Pastor Reed had always frightened both her and her twin. He'd stand above them