Heartfield Ranch (Communities of Discipline Book 2) (4 page)

The baby had begun to fret now and Lynette rushed to pick him up. “No,” she said. “But I can understand why you might think we would be. Most people don’t understand how liberating it is to a woman who wants to live like this to actually be able to have the opportunity. Outside of Heartfield, I’d be labeled a doormat for my choice to submit to my husband. I’d be labeled a loser for choosing to live as a farmer, for eschewing a lot of material possessions. In order to be accepted, I’d have to submit to a lot of expectations I don’t want any part of. Here I choose to submit to the rules I agree with and to people I respect. Are there consequences here? Yes. And not just for me, but for anyone. It’s fair here, and it’s that fairness that makes me feel more respected as a human than I ever felt living outside of this place.”

She sat down in the chair beside Karen’s, bouncing her son on her knee. “But I don’t expect you to understand that. You probably think I’m a doormat, but that’s OK with me.  I can’t do anything about other people’s perceptions. I can only be true to myself and hope other people will respect my choices.”

Karen felt a sudden twinge of guilt. Lynette seemed both articulate and intelligent, and the words she had spoken carried no hint of anger or defensiveness. And there was truth in what she said; Karen had been thinking that this woman was a doormat and a loser. Now she wasn’t entirely sure.

She stood up, suddenly feeling tired and uncertain. “I don’t think I’ll go for that walk after all,” she said.

But Karen did wait until she was sure everyone was asleep before calling Clemmons, leaving him just one short message: “I’m here, I’m OK and I’ll check in tomorrow with information.” But she wasn’t quite sure what that information would be. Karen was still repulsed by the idea of wife spanking, but Lynette’s serenity regarding her chosen lifestyle had left Karen with something of an unsettled feeling. She seemed to have no problem with the way things were, and her husband had seemed very respectful of her.

But Karen had to wonder whether it was all just an act put on for her benefit. And Lynette and the woman she’d seen hugging her husband after the spanking were just two of a large number of residents. Surely if she talked to other women, she’d find someone with a different opinion of the lifestyle, perhaps one brave enough to admit that things weren’t quite so rosy.

“Dinner was delicious.” Adam Blye pushed the plate away and patted his stomach contentedly.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Sarah picked up the plate and utensils and placed them in the sink. She looked around the cabin as she did. It had been Adam’s before she’d moved to Heartfield. He’d built it with his own two hands, but she’d added the homey touches after moving in – the sunny yellow curtains, the quilt that hung on the wall, the watercolor of a field of daisies. It made her sad to think of leaving her home, of leaving her husband.

“Adam?” She turned to look at him. “Can we talk?”

“Of course,” he said.

She sat down in the chair opposite him, shifting gingerly in her seat. Her bottom was still sore from the spanking, which she had to admit she’d richly earned. All day she’d been thinking about her confrontation with Ann Marie, and how it had not left her feeling any better. The spanking, the submission, had left her feeling a little more refocused. But it wasn’t enough.

“I am sorry for how I’ve been behaving,” she said. “And the things I said today when we sat down with Jake and Ann Marie – they weren’t lies, Adam. I don’t like her. And I don’t think it’s something you can force on me. But there are things you can do to help me.”  Tears welled up in her eyes. “I feel like I get so out of control. I don’t want to be like this. I need … I need …” Her voice trailed off and she looked down at her hands, her face reddening into a deep blush.

Adam held his breath. He thought he knew where Sarah’s comments were going, but he didn’t want to get his hopes up. He reached over and took her hands in his. “Don’t be afraid, sweetheart. Just tell me.”

“I want you to … to do what you wanted to do when we first got married. The thing the other men here do with their other wives…”

Adam nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. When he had married Sarah, he’d explained to her that she would be spanked for disobeying him. But he’d told her that there were other, more severe ways to remind her of his control. On their wedding night, he had bent his lovely bride over their bed and smacked her bottom until it stung – a taste, he said – of what she could expect if she displeased him. Then he had greased his finger and circled the tip around the rim of her anus. Sarah had squirmed and gasped as he’d worked the digit in to the first knuckle, and then had begun to cry.

“No!” she’d protested, but he’d continued until she violently squirmed away and turned to face him. “I said, NO!”

He’d backed off, holding his hands up. Acceptance of punishment had to be voluntary, and while he knew other wives in the community were sometimes left softened by displaying the ultimate submission of offering their bottoms to their Heartfield husbands, Sarah would not be one of them. His disappointment was keen, but where wives were expected to accept spanking as a condition of living in the community, it had been decided that this sort of submission was something a wife would have to ask for and want. That Sarah was offering it now was both encouraging and problematic. On one hand, Adam sensed that this was a sign that she wanted to work things out. On the other hand, he sensed that if this did not work, nothing would.

Adam stood, taking his wife by the hand. “You’re sure?”

She nodded wordlessly, and he took her by the hand and led her to their bedroom. Love swelled in his heart as Sarah lay herself across the bed and lifted her homespun skirt above her full hips. Adam’s breath caught in his throat as he took in her shapely backside framed by plain cotton panties, the fabric tight against her firm cheeks.

He still had the box tucked in the top drawer of the dresser near the back. He drew it out now and opened it. There were five hard rubber plugs, graduated in size. He selected the smallest one for his wife’s virgin ass. She looked back at him, whimpering as he put the box aside and squirted a glob of lube on the tip.

“You’re sure,” he asked her again. “Because this isn’t a game, Sarah. Once you consent, I’m going to consider going back on this agreement no different than going back on a spanking. This is now part of your training, little girl. Once I put this plug in your ass, it’s to stay. You’ll feel it all day long until I take it out. And each time you do, you’ll remember there’s not a part of you that I don’t control. Understand?”

She nodded. “Yes, sir.”

He put a hand on the small of her back and then began lowering the panties. As they came down, his cock rose up, straining painfully against the front of his trousers. Adam wanted nothing more than to bury himself in his wife’s slit. He could see a sheen of wetness between her swelling pussy lips, and knew that even though she was scared, she was also excited by what was about to happen.

“Reach back and spread your cheeks apart,” he instructed, and heard Sarah’s raspy breathing as she complied, exposing the rosy pucker. Adam rubbed the well-lubed tip of the plug against her anus in small circles, increasing the pressure until the tip of the plug, which was about the width of his forefinger at the tip – slipped inside. Sarah gasped as he insistently pushed until it slipped past the resisting ring of muscles, and then groaned as the wider portion of the plug stretched her back passage.

“It burns,” she whined, wriggling her bottom. Adam slapped a cheek sharply and she cried out. His wife’s bottom was still marked from the earlier spanking, and as he finally seated the plug completely in her ass, the sight of Sarah’s tightly stoppered asshole between her red cheeks nearly unmanned him on the spot. It did not help that he could smell her arousal.

“Good girl,” he said thickly, and knelt down until he was eye-level with her bottom. Her clit was engorged and peeking through the little “v” of flesh that covered it, and her juices were now abundant, coating the shaven lips of her pussy.

“Such a good girl,” he said, leaning forward to flick the sensitive bean of Sarah’s clit with his tongue. She moaned low with her need, and he leaned forward again, slipping first one and then two fingers into her sopping pussy as he worked her clit with the other.

Adam did not normally mix sex with discipline, but Sarah had asked for this really, and it was more preventative training than actual discipline, and he wondered now if part of her insecurity sprang from his not dominating her sexually. He’d been very consistent with the spankings, but he and the other men had been putting in long hours in the fields, leaving little time for the kind of lovemaking he was now about to enjoy.

“It looks like you need a clearer message about just who’s in charge,” Adam said as he unzipped his trousers to work his stiff cock free of its confinement. It pointed straight towards his wife’s pussy, as if trying of its own accords to plumb the warm depths that awaited.

She cried out when he plunged into her. “Oh, God … I’m so full!”

“That’s right,” he said, pulling nearly all the way out and then ramming back in before leaning over so his mouth was inches from her ear. “And I’m going to keep you full whenever I damn well feel like it. Your pussy, your mouth, your ass – they’re all mine, Sarah. I’m going to keep you so well fucked you’re not going to have time to make trouble. Understand?”

“Oh, yes SIR!” She cried, and this time when he drove into her again, Adam could feel the strong contractions of her pussy as they milked his cock, and he bit his lip to keep from coming too soon.

God, she’s sweet, he thought as he began driving furiously in and out of his wife. She was still contracting on him as he pounded her pussy, his balls slapping wetly into her. He could feel his excitement build, the delicious pressure forcing his seed closer to an eruption he finally could no longer restrain.

Adam cried out, too, as his cock spurted wave after wave of cum into his wife’s pussy and she arched her back to meet his thrusts.

Soon the room was silent, save their panting, as they lay together. When Adam withdrew and looked down at the tightly plugged ass and the dripping pussy, he said a silent thank you to whatever fate had paired him with this difficult, submissive spitfire of a woman.

“Good morning, Betty. Did you sleep well?” Clay Sanders looked like he’d already started his workday when Karen made her way outside. It was another beautiful morning, warm and sunny. The air smelled faintly of tilled earth, bread and animals.

“Yes, thank you,” Karen replied. “And I’m ready to get to work.”

“Well, before you do, we need to know what skills you have. Do you have any prior experience?”

“I grew up on a farm,” Karen replied hopefully. That statement, at least, was true.

“That’ll give you an advantage,” he said. “What do you prefer working with, plants or animals? We have gardens, barns and greenhouses. Eventually, residents here learn to do a little bit of everything, but we try to start people out with what they are familiar with, to build confidence.”

Karen thought for a moment. “I think I’d enjoy working with animals.”

“Good choice,” he said, and walked towards he barn. “So Lynette tells me you expressed concern for the happiness of people here, especially the women. Is that true?”

Karen glanced over at Heartfield’s leader. “Is that a problem, asking questions?” she asked warily. “I mean, this is an unusual place.”

“No, it’s not a problem,” he said. “Natural curiosity is understandable, but from time to time we have people come in here with ulterior motives - journalists and the like. We open this place up to anyone with a need. But complete honesty is my first and foremost rule.”

He stopped and looked at her. “You understand that, don’t you, Betty?”

Karen managed a smile. “Of course,” she said quietly. “I didn’t mean to make anyone uncomfortable.”

“Good. I don’t have any reason to doubt you. And no one is uncomfortable. Like I said, ask whatever you want. Just remember what I said.”

“OK,” Karen said, trying to look confused. But inside, her stomach was filling up with butterflies. This man made her nervous - very nervous. Not because he seemed dangerous in any way, but because his presence exuded an authority that was different than any she’d ever encountered. But - nerves aside - there was something paradoxically comforting in having expectations laid out for her. The trouble was, even as she stood there agreeing to his rules, she knew she was breaking them.

Her mind flashed back to the sounds of Sarah’s spanking, the hand-on-bare-flesh smacks that had been loud enough to carry outside, the tenor of her cries. Clay had told Karen that while at Heartfield, he would be the one to enforce the rules so far as she was concerned. The butterflies multiplied exponentially at the thought.

What would it be like to be spanked, she wondered? Growing up, she’d experienced few spankings, and not one notable enough to leave a lasting impression. They’d mostly consisted of a few swats over her jeans or dresses. The only one she vaguely recalled in any detail at all was the one she’d earned for nearly running in the road when she was three. Karen couldn’t fathom what it would be like to be spanked now, as an adult.

Clay Sanders, she knew, was perfectly capable of doing the job. He was much larger than she was, and she suspected she’d be defenseless against him, even with her police training. She tried to imagine what it would be like, laying helpless over his lap, and immediately blushed with humiliation at the thought. No, that would be completely unnatural, no matter what his views on the “natural order” of things.

“Here we are.”

They were approaching a barn now. Big and red, it loomed over them like something out of a storybook. A fence to the side held a couple of beef calves. Around the fence a few stray chickens pecked for insects in the dirt.

“There’s a woman here who knows more about animals than any person I’ve ever met,” he said. “She wasn’t raised on a farm. Ironically, she’s was a city girl, born and bred. But Ann Marie has studied up and has a way with creatures. I’m sure she won’t mind giving you’re a refresher.”

“Ann Marie?” Karen wasn’t sure she had heard right. Could it really be? But before she could consider it further she caught sight of a pretty brunette emerging from the barn. The woman smiled at her, and instantly Karen knew it was the person she was looking for.

Clay Sanders introduced them. “Ann Marie, this is Betty Linden. Betty, this is Ann Marie Markum.”

“Markum.” The woman she was looking for was Ann Marie Fales, and she certainly looked like the woman in the picture.

“Ann Marie here is a newlywed.” Clay smiled. “Her husband’s name is Jake. He’s in charge of the greenhouses. You’ll meet him soon enough.”

Married? Mommy won’t like that.
Karen held out her hand. “Nice to meet you,” she said.

“Where do you come from, Betty?” Ann Marie’s handshake was firm and strong for a woman.

“Michigan,” Karen replied. “My car broke down and Mr. Sanders here was kind enough to offer me work here till I can get back on my feet.”

“Well, welcome aboard,” said Ann Marie. “Heartfield is a wonderful place. But be careful.”

“Careful?” Karen looked into Ann Marie’s eyes. Was she trying to give her some sort of coded warning?

“Yes,” Ann Marie laughed. “You might like it so much here you’ll want to stay.

“I don’t know about that,” Karen laughed. “I’ve only been here less than a full day. It’s too early to make that kind of decision. And this place is, well, different.”

“That it is,” said Ann Marie. “That it is.”

For a moment everyone was quiet, and Karen got the impression without confirming it that Clay Sanders was staring at her.

“So,” Ann Marie finally said. “Are you ready to learn your way around the barn?

“Absolutely!” Karen replied, happy at the prospect of being away from her self-appointed guardian.

“Great,” Ann Marie said. “There’s so much to learn.”

Karen smiled. “That’s exactly what I’m counting on,” she said under her breath.