Taming Ashley

  Taming Ashley

  by Samantha Madisen

  Copyright 2015 Samantha Madisen

  Thirteenth Line Publications

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 1

  Ashley Aston gasped at what she'd just heard.

  "What did you say to me?" she shot back, her face a swirl of shock and disgust. The tall, dark-haired man in front of her, adjusted his Stetson, then looked down and adjusted the cuff links on his shirt.

  "You heard exactly what I said. Your father's asked me to help him out with you, and I will, because he's a great friend of mine. But the problem with him, Ms Aston is that he's always been a little too soft, especially on you. The only daughter of a rich daddy. Grew up wanting for nothing, didn't you? In fact you got exactly what you wanted all the time. Except for the one thing you needed most."

  Ashley gasped in exasperation again as she met Morgan Kennings' cool gaze.

  "You have some nerve! You don't know me! You don't know a single thing about me!" she spat. Morgan's expression didn't change at the outburst. He held her stare for a few seconds before going on.

  "Perhaps not. But I know your type exactly. Your father has spoken to me about you many times." Morgan paused for a second, wondering how much exactly he should reveal. "There was the incident at your nineteenth birthday."

  Ashley's eyes went wide.

  "He told you about that?" she hissed.

  "He had to tell someone," Morgan answered calmly. "I wanted to let him know then and there that I would help, but it was none of my business. Now he's made it my business. And I'll be more than glad to oblige."

  "Well," Ashley began, "thanks for all the help and everything," she said with a smirk, "but I'm pretty sure I can take it from here."

  "I'm pretty sure you can't, Ms Aston," Morgan said, in his slow western drawl, "the best way to help an unruly young woman like yourself, is with a swift and firm hand."

  Ashley stood staring at Morgan, clutching the fresh passport he'd just handed her in one hand. After a few moments of silence, she rolled her eyes and let out a guffaw.

  This guy is over the top! she thought, folding her arms across her chest in defiance.

  "Okay, Mr. Kennings," she said, her head bobbing, the fury rising in her voice, "what are you gonna do to me then? Spank me?" She fired the last two words like bullets. Morgan, looked down and noticing the tiniest bit of lint on the arm of his jacket, brushed it off, then looked back up at the incredulous Ashley.

  "That's exactly what I'm going to do."

  As Ashley's mouth dropped open even further, Morgan stepped forward and wrapped the fingers of one strong hand around her arm. Another gasp popped out of her mouth in disbelief at the fact that this was actually happening. But despite her astonishment, Ashley felt the swell of wetness between her legs at the cowboys firm grasp, and a warm feeling of desire swept over her body.

  Without a word and with a practised hand, Morgan sat down and bent Ashley's young body over his knee. Before she could protest, his fingers had pushed the tiny skirt she was wearing up towards her back revealing her plush, pert bottom.

  Raising one weathered hand into the air while holding her down with another, Morgan brought the full weight of his palm down on her soft flesh. She let out a whimper as the skin where his palm had struck began to blossom into a bright red. Another swift smack, this time on her other cheek, left the young woman squirming in his firm grasp. But the warm scent of her desire was enough to convince the cowboy that he'd been right all along. This was exactly what she needed.

  Each firm smack of Morgan's massive hand on her bottom took Ashley's breath away. Her body was brimming with rage and what made the whole situation even worse was the fact that her sex was getting wetter and wetter. As her alabaster bottom began to take on a bright pink hue, Ashley started to whimper, then finally to cry at Morgan's stern smacks. Morgan felt the faint release as the tension in her body changed. He stopped the spanking immediately, pulled Ashley up and looked her in the eye.

  Ashley wiped her nose with one finger, tears still streaming down her cheek.

  "Alright," she murmured, lifting her head slightly and looking at the stern, older man. "Am I allowed to go now?"

  Morgan's expression didn't change as he replied.

  "Not if you want to see any of your father's money," Morgan growled. Ashley pushed her skirt down and pulled herself up.

  "Excuse me?" she said, her voice a whisper of disbelief. Morgan Kennings stepped across the room and up to his desk. He picked up a yellow folder and pulled out the papers from inside.

  "You'll find the contract simple enough," he said, looking over it himself. "You're going to come help me on my ranch. Your father has asked me to set you straight, make a lady out of you. Submit to my discipline, or your father's entire fortune goes to charity.

  Ashley scanned the single page contract, her eyes wide in disbelief. When she looked back up at Morgan, his expression hadn't changed. She felt the familiar flare of her fury as it bubbled inside her, ready to explode. Narrowing her eyes again she folded her arms across her chest, crushing the contract between them.

  "This is illegal," Ashley hissed, "there has to be a law against this. You can't just make me come live on your ranch. My father can't either!" Her voice began to rise as her emotions took over.

  "No one's making you do anything. Either you agree to this or you don't get any money. Simple as that."

  In one swift motion Ashley threw the crumpled piece of paper on the floor and lunged at Morgan, her fists balled and ready to strike. With an ease and grace that seemed unsuited to his years, Morgan dodged her assault, grabbed her by the arm and folded her body over the edge of the leather couch behind him. Ashley let out a tentative whimper at the memory of his hand on her flesh but Morgan just eased her up until she was standing. "There'll be none of that," he said in a low rumble. Ashley who'd been eyeing him squarely, couldn't help but break his forceful stare. When he let go her hand, she had calmed down somewhat.

  Stepping slowly past the man, she bent over, picked up the contract on the floor and smoothed it out. It was simple enough. But could she really just drop everything and go live with some strange friend of her father's on his ranch? Ranch?!? She hated the outdoors! She hated everything about it. She hated the fact that it was far from everywhere. She hated the fact that there was nothing to do there but sit around and watch the clouds go by. Surely there'd be no way for her to find any friends there. And forget about clubbing...

  But there was nothing she could do. It seemed like her father who'd never been able to tell her no, never been able to discipline or correct her properly was getting someone else to do the work for him.

  Ashley took another look at Morgan who'd crossed his arms and was looking down at her. She walked slowly towards the desk in one corner of the room, put the wrinkled page down on it and pulled out a pen. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, then opened them again and scrawled her name quickly along the dotted line at the bottom. Throwing the pen back down on the desk, she stomped back across the room and held out the contract.

  Morgan reached a hand out and took it quietly.

  "Well, I hope you're happy," Ashley said with a smirk.

  "Oh this has nothing to do with me," Morgan said folding the paper and tucking it i
nto his breast pocket. "This is about you. This is about you learning to be happy."

  "What does that even mean?" Ashley snorted, shaking her head and rolling her eyes.

  "It means I'll make a lady out of you yet. Now come on, we've got a plane to catch."

  ***

  Chapter 2

  The steady hum of the private jet's engines filled the cabin with sound. Ashley looked down through the window at the ground thousand's of feet below, slowly passing by. She glanced over at Morgan who was looking at pie charts on a tablet.

  em>What am I doing? she wondered as her eyes roved up and down the crisp lines of his silhouette. This guy's just a big dominating jerk. Maybe he was, but she couldn't help the swell of excitement she felt staring at him. His broad shoulders, muscles still taut beneath the expensive shirt he was wearing, were almost too wide for the seat he was in. Ashley's mind drifted back to the feeling of the man's strong hand on her bottom and she felt a rush of desire that ended between her legs, moistening the cotton of her panties.

  She wondered what Cindy and Melissa were doing. Their passports hadn't been lost and she was sure they could easily find their way home. They also didn't have ridiculous fathers who hired friends to...discipline their own daughters? The thought of it still made her gasp. The sound of her name coming from Morgan's lips made her look over.

  "Ashley. I'd like you to come over here." His calm, low voice wasn't asking a question. He wasn't making a request, or politely asking. He was issuing an order. Ashley didn't do well with orders.

  "Honestly, Morgan..." she began, a sarcastic smirk curling one corner of her mouth. He didn't let her finish.

  "You'll remember to call me 'sir' from now on." Another statement. Another order. Ashley's mouth dropped open in shock. "Come over here, please, or I'll have to come over there."

  With her mouth still open, Ashley shook her head slowly in disbelief. This guy was really something, thinking he could just talk to her like that.

  "Look, I don't know who you think you are that you can just talk to me like that? But I've got news for you Your Honourable Mister Morgan Holy Royal Highness Sir. This is the twenty-first century? And I'm not just gonna bend over and take that kind of rudeness!" The pitch of her voice had curled up towards hysteria but she took a deep breath and crossed her arms in defiance at the stern man's gaze.

  Morgan Kennings didn't bat an eye. Slowly, calmly, he put the tablet he'd been staring at into the brown leather briefcase beside his chair, unbuckled his seat belt and stood up. Ashley breathed in slightly at the sight of his tall frame moving towards her. A shudder ran through her, part fear, part anticipation of what he was going to do. When he took a step closer, she couldn't help but sink into her chair.

  "What are you doing?" she snapped, cowering in front of the older man.

  "I'm going to start your training," Morgan replied, cool and collected. Ashley let out another exasperated gasp.

  "You're going to train me to be a stewardess?" she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. But Morgan didn't flinch. He reached down and slipped a hand between her back and the seat and swept her up until she was standing.

  "No, Ashley," he said, his voice deep as an ocean. "I'm going to teach you how to obey." With a swift but gentle motion, he moved her away from him and towards one of the small tables in the cabin. As her body swooped towards the table, Ashley stuck out her hands to keep herself from crashing into it. Her hands stopped the fall, coming to rest on either side of the table, but she found herself bent over with Morgan's hand pressing firmly on her lower back, keeping her in place.

  "What are you doing?!?" Ashley gasped, snapping her head back to try and see what he was about to do. Moving her hips, trying to escape Morgan's firm hand. But it was no use. No matter how she squirmed, the pressure on her back kept her in place.

  Morgan didn't say a word. He simply raised his other hand and brought his palm down to bear on the round bump of her ass, where it met her thigh. Before she had time to react, he'd raised it again and sent it smacking down on her other cheek.

  Ashley's mind raced, thinking of the million obscenities she was about to hurl at the stern man. But as his palm connected with her cheek again in another round of spanking, she felt the same warm swell of desire flush through her body and settle in a wetness between her thighs. She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out expect for the short bursts of breath she inhaled as each firm swat landed on her round bottom.

  Morgan stared down at the delicious rump, watching the way each smack rippled Ashley's flesh. He felt his manhood start to rise as his eyes raked over the young woman's curves. After half a dozen spanks, he stopped. With a swift, almost practised motion, he pulled the same tiny skirt up and onto her thighs. His eyes rested on the round flesh of her ass. It had gone from a light pink to almost red and Morgan enjoyed watching it flush for a moment before Ashley started to squirm.

  As soon as the pleasant pain of the first six smacks began to fade, Ashley sank back into the present moment and realized her predicament. She was bent over like an unruly child, being spanked at cruising altitude by some cowboy friend of her father's. A gentle shame started to course through her. This was ridiculous! She was a grown woman and here she was being treated like some kind of little girl! Contract or not, she wasn't going to let Morgan Kennings have his way with her that easily.

  "Let me up!" Ashley strained, pushing at the table and trying to release herself from Morgan's firm hold.

  Instead of moving, though, Morgan began his swatting anew. Ashley gasped as his palm once again began connecting with her now bare ass. Her fingers gripped at the small table, her torso still squirming slightly. But once again, the same soft swell of warm desire filled her body and once again Morgan felt it relax, just slightly, beneath his hold. After a few more firm spanks, he lifted his hand and helped Ashley stand up.

  Ashley's face was as red as her bottom and she was looking down at the floor. Morgan sighed deeply. This was going to be an even tougher favour than he'd thought, but he wasn't about to let his old friend down. Taking Ashley gently by the arm, he moved her back towards her seat and helped her sit down. She winced as her red fleshed pressed against the leather of the seat. Morgan's expression softened for a moment. In the short time he'd known her, the young woman had made quite an impression on him. She certainly had spirit and if he could teach her her place, she'd make someone a very fine wife indeed...

  He shook the thought from his head as he heard Ashley inhale sharply from the pain of her seat and try to stand up.

  "Take your seat. We'll be landing soon," Morgan ordered.

  Ashley, grimacing from the painfully memory of her latest lesson, settled back in the chair she'd been trying to get out of. This Morgan guy was something else, ordering her around and spanking her like he owned her. But as he took his own seat and buckled himself in, Ashley couldn't help but stare at the older man. He really was quite handsome not even accounting for his age. Even though the ranch sounded like it was going to be yet another pain in the bottom, at least she'd have him to look at.

  A tiny smile flickered across Ashley's face at the thought, but she quickly swept it away and turned around to stare out the window. She was going to do whatever he said, take his stupid orders and his stupid spankings and then, once she'd fulfilled her part of the contract, leave and never look back. As she looked out the airplane window at the ground getting closer below, she took in the majestic view of the mountains in the distance, sharp, craggy against the deep blue sky. A shiver ran through her at the sight. Maybe a few weeks on the ranch wouldn't be such a bad thing after all.

  ***

  Chapter 3

  "Your father's sending some of your clothes. For now, this is the only thing I have," Morgan had said as he showed her into her room and pointed at the maid's uniform that had been laid out on the bed. She'd almost flown into a rage at the sight of it.

  "I'm not here to be your maid!" she'd snarled at the man, who'd responded in his usua
l cool way.

  "No, but you're here to help out. It's all I've got for now. My last maid left it here. It'll have to do. I'm sure your things will come tomorrow." He'd closed the door and left her to change.

  She'd thought of throwing the thing out the window. Then she thought of lighting a fire in the garbage can and burning it. But just as she was about to put one of the plans in motion, she remembered the contract and realized that if she did either of them, she would probably be the one cleaning things up. She was here to help after all and this wouldn't have been very helpful.

  Instead she had sat, pouting, on the massive queen size bed and gazing at the elegant opulence of the room. The man obviously had money, there was no doubt of that. Just the thought of him sent her blood boiling. How dare he treat her like that? How dare he lay a hand on her? This wasn't the wild west. How could her father do this to her?