The Cowboy and the Prissy... (closed for Rayne_Clowd)

[Powerdog16]

Peterson Ranch, Midland Texas

Paul Carpenter

Paul Carpenter sat on the back of his red roan quarterhorse known as Ranger and watched the sunset slowly face over the horizon as he had done every day for the last 3 years. Paul spent nearly every waking hour of his day mending fences, feeding the more than 300 head of cow, running the harvesters over the hay fields, baling the hay and stacking it in the loft of the massive horse barn, or tending to any number of unending tasks that came with his job. But on those rare occassions when all the chores were done, this was one of his most enjoyable activities was watching the sun set and the starry sky peek out and reveal it's treasure trove of millions of stars. He looked up into the sky and then said, "Well darlin... reckon we should be heading in now..." He turned the reigns very little. Truth was the horse knew exactly what he wanted and obeyed without hesitation.

John was a very well built man whose muscles were built on sweat and hard work, rather than the gym and barbells. His tan head of hair was buried under this stetson hat and he wore a pair of blue jeans, leather workman boots and a button down shirt. He had a pair of workgloves he stuffed in his back pocket and a pair on sunglasses which now were stuffed into his shirt pocket.

Truth be told he didn't mind the job at all. After spending 4 years as a combat controller in the United States Air Force, he had decided that life was not for him. He had seen too much and seen too many people hurt in that line of work and decided when his term was up, he would just slip off into the quiet blue yonder...

Returning back to his home town of Midland, he took odd jobs to pay the bills till a chance encounter with John Peterson himself led him to the job he had now. He loved his life on the farm. It was quiet mostly. Only the occassional coyote, or wolf were the only threats he had to deal with and it was such a peaceful and glorious solitude he lived in.

At least he thought that was the way he was going to live his life. He slid off Ranger and walked him towards the barn and then to his stall. He removed his saddle and reigns, putting them in their respective locations before dropping an extra serving of feed into his feeder, giving him one last pat and then slipped from the barn towards the smaller of the two houses on the ranch.

The grand house was set aside exclusively for the Petersons and their guests. It was a 8 bedroom western ranchhome on two stories. There was a massive pool in the covered patio, a kitchen, dining area, breakfast room, game room and all the anemities that a standard mansion would have.

The smaller of the two houses had been reserved for the hire help. It was a three bedroom place which was mostly empty save for him. Each bedroom had four bunk beds in it in which all but one was vacant. There was a kitchen and common room with a TV and a few other features in it.

As he reached the porch of the help's house, he caught the flash of headlights turn towards the ranch. He turned to see a pair of headlights coming down the mile long drive off the main two lane road and he felt his stomach tighten.

He had gotten a letter from John two days earlier stating that his daughter was coming down to the ranch to spend a few months on it. He had told him to put her to work and make her earn her keep. He said that he was to report to him on a weekly basis and if she was not doing as she was told, she would be shipped to military school. He could only figure this was her.

 

[Rayne_Clowd]

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Name: Becca Peterson
Age: 19 years old
Hair: Blond
Eyes: Sky Blue
Status: Heiress, Daddy's Girl, Wild Child
Siblings: Only Child
Parents: John Peterson & Larisa Peterson (deceased)
Step Mother: Vivian Peterson

Becca Peterson, to describe her was easy tabloids did it constantly. "Wild Thing" - "Peterson's Shame" - "Becca P Does It Again" - "Daddy's Heiress Hell Raiser" the list really did go on with shocking head line after shocking headline. The last time something flattering was printed about Becca, was probably before she had breasts and certainly before her mother Larisa Peterson passed away. It seemed the girl had an out right knack for getting into trouble, causing trouble and to top it off she was stellar at getting it noticed and in print. Her father often said if she could attract popular press the same way she would be a self made millionaire. "Angelic Face And A Body For Sin", one headline had read and it was no exaggeration. Becca Peterson had a sweet innocent face, amazing bright blue eyes, long blond hair, perfect rose pouty lips and lush curves in all the right places. All placed on legs that went on for days, Larisa Peterson had looked very similar.

Daddy's little princes spoiled rotten, She was simply given what she wanted and how she wanted it and if not then all she had to do was pout her lips and bat her eyes and everyone jumped through hoops to fix it. You would think this would satisfy her and be a perfect harmonious life...

Truth be told it once was, Becca couldn't have been happier but then her mother passed away suddenly, her father began to work more and more leaving her with nannies or placing her in boarding schools all across the globe and Becca resented it. She started acting out, first it was simple expulsions from schools, and getting into constant trouble while at school.

Then her father remarried Vivian a woman who was young enough to be his daughter, she was 6 years older then Becca and loathed her step daughter Becca with a passion, having her around was too much competition for John Peterson's attention. This was when the trouble making escalated to new heights boys, wild parties, under age drinking, scandalous photos, abusing the press, fighting with her step mother.....everything she could do to upset Daddy's perfect world was done and repeated just incase it was missed the first time.

John Peterson finally had enough! Becca had managed a triple hat trick under age drinking, scandalous photo with a male singer of some rock group. Who was old enough to be her father, just to hit that new level of attention seeking. She had been at his beach side condo, drinking cocktails and making out with him, while sun baking topless on a balcony where anyone could see her in action.

That morning after her father had read the paper and spilled his coffee in rage, he had balled her out for about an hour, banned her from everything, and when he noticed she was simply unphased by his punishments he sighed and sunk down in his chair and ran his hand through his hair "I am sending you away" Becca looked at him and was tempted to say so whats new, when he told her what was new "I am taking Vivian's advice I am sending you to the ranch" Becca had to think for a moment...what Ranch? she had never been to any Ranch, then it dawned on her 3 years ago about the same time Vivian had came onto the scene. Her father had taken to traveling to a Ranch he brought for quiet time with his new wife.

Like hell Becca was going there, her father looked at her and noticing she was about to explode in a tantrum held up his hand to silence her "It's the ranch or military school....you need discipline Becca and I just can not deal with you any more" he slammed his hand down on the table "Your going it's final, I have arranged for you to leave in an hour make sure your packed" She stood there stunned her father had never been so blunt, cold or forceful with her. She was seething and wanted to ring Vivian's neck, but inside she was crushed once again her father had chosen to let someone else deal with her.

Becca climbed the stairs to her room and slammed the door and simply screamed, she was so angry she could break something and did as she threw a photo frame across the room and then began to pack her bags. She was going to go but only because she was tired of fighting to be noticed here. She was letting Vivian have the king and the castle, the princess was leaving. Hot tears, cursed words and an hour later Becca was at the bottom of the stairs with her bags and watching the driver load one at a time into the car.

He never even bothered to say goodbye, he had left her a note with the maid and had gone back to work. Becca was tempted to turn around and go back to her room just to spite him. But when she turned around there was Vivian at the top of the stairs smiling like a Cheshire cat. So Becca did the only thing she could, she flicked her hair and got into the car and refused to look back.

About an hour or so into the trip, with tears streaming down her face she opened the letter from her father.

My Dear Becca,

This is simply the only way, I do not know what else to do with you or for you.
While at the ranch you will be under the watch and guidance of Mr Paul Carpenter,
He will be reporting to me and your step mother on a weekly basis.

You will be expected to do as he says without question, and to help out on the ranch in any way that is needed.
I am hoping this will teach you responsibility, discipline and a healthy work ethic. If you do not comply with his wishes and he informs me of this,
you will be going to military school or be removed from my will. Do not fight me on this.

I suggest you use this time wisely, I have not told Mr Carpenter of a time period, but I think 12 months at least is needed.
For my disappointment to subside and for you to learn what is required of you as my daughter.

Daddy

Becca was so shocked she almost passed out, how could he...how could he do this to his own daughter. She scrunched the note and shoved it in her jacket pocket. She was so angry she couldn't make a sound, she couldn't cry she just sat there like a statue for the rest of the trip.

She was not sure how long it had been, but she noticed it was dark outside and that they were heading up a dirt drive way. She scooted forward on her seat and looked out the window to try and see what awaited her, but it was too dark to really make out clearly. The car came to a halt and the driver got out and began unloading her bags and then came to her door and opened it.

Becca checked herself once in her compact, she couldn't really do much about her appearance except try and clean the tear stains from her cheeks and add some lip gloss and sun glasses to hide her red eyes. She stepped from the car as if she was strutting some red carpet. Her blond hair cascading down her back she was in a short red dress, high heels and a cute little jacket that probably wouldn't warm her during the heat of summer.

She faked a smile as she spotted who she assumed was Mr Carpenter, she waved as if he was some long lost friend "Paul I assume, grab my bags will you?" it wasn't really issued as a question and she then simply turned strutted towards the large house and onto the porch and waited for him by the door, and began checking her nails. The driver simply shrugged at him and got back in the car and drove away. She was his problem now.

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[Powerdog16]

John watched this young woman slide out of the car and the first impression that he got from her was that she was even more beautiful in person than she was in the tabloids. He had seen her picture from time to time when he was checking out at the grocery store in various levels of disarray and trouble. He knew of her reputation and when he learned about her soon to be coming arrival, he took a short trip to the library where he got onto the internet and googled her.

He read up on her exploits and as he finished with his studies, he had a sinking pit grow in his stomach. He wandered why in the hell would John send her to the ranch under his care? What could he do to change her that had not already been tried. His impression of her beauty was quickly tempered by the arrogance of her attitude towards him.

He had learned a long time ago that women had two different kinds of beauty. The outer beauty and the inner beauty. Only one truly mattered and without inner beauty, it didn't matter how much outer beauty they had. Without what it took on they inside, they would always be ugly. And she was looking pretty damn ugly to him at this point.

He watched her strode into her mansion, then turned to see the car turn around on the open ground and drive away. He imagined the driver breathing a sigh of relief as he turned onto the main road, leaving this source of trouble in his 'capable' hands.

"Paul I assume, grab my bags will you?" she had said to him as she waited by the door. A half cocked grin appeared on his face as he studied her. She gave him a look of impatience when he did not do as he was bid to do.

He simply shook his head and said, "You got two legs... two arms so I can see... You can get your own bags, Becca..." He had decided that if he was going to take charge of this situation, he had to start off with little things. He would not do for her what she could do on her own. He would also not give her a label like 'Ms. Peterson' or 'Your grace'.

He looked at her and said, "Morning comes early... I suggest you get some sleep." With that single statement, he turned and headed into his house... knowing it would piss her off to know end...

 

[Rayne_Clowd]

Becca was shocked, no one refused her. How dare he!!.... and she would have given him a piece of her mind and reminded him who paid his wages. But he had simply walked back into the smaller house shutting the door in her face and leaving her Gucci luggage sitting in the dirt.

She glared at the door as if it was him standing there or her father, she was so furious and angry but she really didn't know who at...Paul, her father, herself. She threw open the ranch house door grateful it was not locked and fumbled for a light switch, finding one she turned on the porch light and the light inside the entry way of the house and then stormed down the steps to struggle with her bags.

She had to carry them one at a time into the house, but the last one was far to heavy for her to lift on her own. So she did what she had swore she wouldn't do, she had to ask him for help.

Crossing the yard she mounted the porch of the smaller house and knocked on the door. She stood there with her jacket gone, her sunnies gone, her shoes covered in dust and looking misserable....

 

[Powerdog16]

Paul walked up to the screen door, holding a bowl of beef stew that he had cooking slowly in hand taking another bite out of it. He took a look up and down her and got a chuckle out of her. He said, "So... what can I do for you?"

He really did find her very attractive. Even more so with the dust and dirt on her. He said, "You want something to eat?"

 

[Rayne_Clowd]

He stood on the other side of the door and he looked totally amused with himself, Becca ground her teeth and tried to count to 10 before replying. The stew did smell good, although she had to wonder what on earth he would put in it and if it was worth the risk.

She shuffled a little on the spot trying to find something she was not use to eating, humble pie. "after your meal" she nodded to his bowl "would you mind helping me with the last case?" she looked back to were it sat in the dust "it is too heavy for me" she said although it was kinda obvious. She looked up at him and then away not liking having to request help like this...it was simply not how she was use to getting her way but she was too tired from her emotional ordeal to fight it.

 

[Powerdog16]

"Now... was that so hard? A bee is drawn to honey much more than vinegar. You would be wise to heed my advice. Paul said as he set his bowl down and then opened the patio, crossed the yard and picked up the case. He took it to her room and he noted how she followed close behind him.

Once he put her case on her bed, he turned and said, "Let me fix you a bowl of stew." He turned and headed back out of the mansion. Truth was the mansion itself stayed relatively abandoned pretty much all the time, save for the cleaning crew that would come out once a week to wipe off the dust and other little things.

He never liked spending time in that mansion though it was not until recently did he really understand why. This mansion represented a life he would never have and to be honest, never wanted. He had known a lot of well to do people and more often than not, they were snotty, greater than thou, and prissy...

The last word stuck in his mind with this one. Though she had been humble enough to ask for help, she was every bit of prissy. She was too prissy. He reached the service exit of the mansion, then crossed the yard. As she walked, he saw her slip in her heels and said, "You might want to change out your shoes before tomorrow. Going to be hard to work with them things on..."

He reached his house and picked up his bowl before pouring up another, getting her a spoon and setting at the table with a hunk of fresh bread and a glass of milk. He sat down opposite of her and continued to eat his food without further conversation... as of yet...

 

[Rayne_Clowd]

Becca looked at him, she really wanted to punch him. But for once she kept her mouth shut and followed him as he lugged her last bag into the house and into the first bedroom. She had taken up the first room she found, not really caring one way or the other. It was not as fitted out as her room back home, but comfortable enough she supposed and it had its own en-suit.

He then offered her stew, She was a little surprised not thinking he would want to deal with her, no one else ever did. He did not wait for her reply or anything he just put the bag down and strode out again. Becca looked at the bag and then his back and the decided she may as well follow she had not eaten since breakfast and was starved and would even eat what was ever in his stew.

She followed him from the main house to the little house, several times her damn heels caught in the rocks and rolled her ankles squeaking in pain as she did, he commented she would need different shoes tomorrow...she froze for a moment and watched his back, what did he have planed for her. She despised this and could feel a hot knot forming in her stomach as her anger at everything bubbled up.

Paul grabbed a bowl and filled it and then placed it on the table for her with some bread, and a glass of milk "thank you" Becca said as she slid into the chair and began to eat the stew and drink the milk. Every now and thens he glanced at him and then would go back to eating not sure what to say ....she began to push the food around her bowl, and began stabbing at something with her spoon, she had lost her appetite. Her thoughts became consumed of being stuck here and her fathers betrayal.

"So what do you plan to do with me Paul?" her voice was anything but friendly, she had all but hissed the words at him venomously. She was certain he would palm her back to her father or ignore her existence.

 

[Powerdog16]

"What do you plan to do with me, Paul?" He heard her say with venom and he only smiled. He finished off his meal, taking is own sweet time. Once he finished his stew and cleaned up his bowl with his bread, he got up and went to the living area, which was no bigger than a small bedroom in the mansion and sat down in the recliner he had positioned in front of the TV. He picked up the remote of turned on the set and 'WHEEL .... OF... FORTUNE..." echoed from the tube.

He looked towards her, still fiddlin with her food and said, "If you ain't going to eat, you can come in here and sit with me. You are going to need your energy..."

He felt her eyes turn to daggers on him and then turned and said, "Look darlin, your daddy did not send you out here to be waited on hand and foot. I certainly don't have the time for it. He sent you out here on some kind of ... personal quest. That kind of stuff is too... fancy talk for me. He sent you down here to work, plain and simple. Get your hands dirty and maybe learn a few things about manners. Now, you can sit there, puffed up like a cock out in the pen out there and you can go to your room scream and yell and whatever your pretty little self wants to do... or ... you can sit here with me... try and solve a few puzzles with me and then go to bed peacefully. Either way, you will be up at 0430 hours and dressed and fed by 0500. We start work at 5, like it or not sweetheart." He turned and looked a the puzzle and said, "Ah... Speaker of the house!"

 

[Rayne_Clowd]

He was ignoring her she was fuming, her eyes shot daggers at him that would cause any lesser man to cringe or cower.....but not Paul Carpenter, this both intrigued her and pissed her off. Becca was not use to being ignored or forced to do things she did not want to. So when he told her she would be working for him and that no matter what she would be getting up at 0430 she lost it.

She slammed down the spoon and stood up from the table screeching the chair across the floor in her haste and stormed into the lounge room standing in front of the TV so he had to look at her she glared at him. "You can not make me do a damn thing, I don't care what you say or think I am sent here for one reason and the fact is I am here because my father would rather fuck his trophy wife then deal with me.......I am not here to be your slave no matter what daddy dearest said so you Mr Cocky can bite me" she had her hands on the hips of her dress and her blond hair was in disarray around her face, her blue eyes blazing with intensity and pain.

 

[Powerdog16]

Paul looked up at her and said, "Then I guess, you have got it all figured out don't you?" He stood up and walked towards her... then past her and shut off the TV. He turned back towards her said, "Let me make this clear to you, sweetheart." He walked around her slowly, standing in front of her only a few feet away. "Daddy has put me in charge of you. Your future depends on the reports I give your precious little daddy. Now... let's play this this little situation out sweetie. I give your daddy a good report. You get to leave here and live your playgirl life as you see fit. What happens if I give a bad report? Military school. Perhaps take away your pretty lifestyle. You spend the rest of your life washing dishes in some backwater cafe in downtown LA."

He walked past her and then headed to his bedroom, stopping at the door as she thought about her choices. He put his hand on the handle and said, "This is your last chance sweetheart. I don't give a damn if you help or not. I have run this farm for a long time on my own. But I won't lie to your dad. If you are a sloth, spending your day in your room or in the pool eating bon bons, I will report it. I call it like I see it ma'am. He turned his head to look at her and said, "Tomorrow, 0500, be dressed, fed and ready to work. Good night.

Without saying another word, he slipped into his room and prepared for bed.

 

[Rayne_Clowd]

He stood up and Becca flinched and took a slight step back, She was just not sure what he was going to do, he was a large well built man and she was on this Ranch with him alone she followed him intently with her eyes as he walked towards her. When he just went around her to the TV she released the breath she was holding, that was until he spoke in that cool calm collected way that made his words seem assertive and firm, there really was no other option then what he was saying. Becca's face drained of colour she actually felt light headed and like she was going to be sick.

She lost the glare she had been shooting him, her eyes wanting to look any where but at him as she began to panic a little. He just continued to go over the situation outlining for her how he saw her options, and what the repercussions would be if she did not comply. She opened her mouth a few times but nothing actually came out, for the very first time in her life she was speechless she had no come back, she had no quick reply or scathing remark that would make him bend to her will she was helpless.

She didn't hear his last words her ears were too full of the sound of her own heart beat, he left the room and she closed her eyes and thought she was in hell and then sank down onto the couch and curled up into a ball.......that was the last place she was conscious and the last thoughts she had.

 

[Powerdog16]

Paul woke up the next morning at exactly 0430 hours and rolled out of bed. Ranch hand hours as they called it between the hours of 0400 and 0700. 60% of the work was normally completed by then.

He walked into the kitchen opened the fridge, staring inside and reaching for the bread, ham and cheese. He stopped in mid reach when he realized he was not alone. He slowly closed the fridge and then turned and looked to his couch and sure enough, she was laying there on it, sleeping what appeared to me very deeply. He let his eyes examine her slowly and realized that the entire time he had known her... all 12 hours of it, the was the sexiest he had every seen her.

THen his eyes shifted down her body to her breasts, which heaved up and down slowly. He felt that familiar tingling of his groin springing to life which went to overdrive when he found that her dress had hiked almost up to her chest and she was without panties underneath. He shook his head and muttered, "No... she is the bosses daughter. He would have me killed."

He turned and sat down, making a sandwich and then preparing a second one and putting it on a plate for her. It was most he would do for her this fine morning...

He finished eating, letting his lustful eyes examine her perfect body and wanted so desperately to go and fuck her right then and there. But there would be a time and a place for that later.

'Did I just think that dude?' raced through his mind. He couldn't let that happen. He wouldn't. But... then again.

He got dressed and then glanced back into the room. He smiled again as he found her on her back, one leg up on the back of the couch and one hanging off the edge. She was so open and vulnerable. He then found to his surprise that as she slept, her hand eased down to her pussy, slowly rubbing it... She whispered something not understandable but it was easy to see she was making herself horny in her sleep.

He couldn't take it any longer. He reached to the chair and pulled off the blanket that he hung off it. He opened it up and laid it over her body. He couldn't watch anymore unless he participated.

He then walked to the sink, poured up a tall pitcher full of ice cold water. Then turned, walked to her and poured it all over her body in one might toss!

 

[Rayne_Clowd]

Paul's hard warm hands running up over her soft thighs lifting her dress as he pushed her to the wall and kissed her throat and across the top of her breasts, the straps of her dress hanging down off her shoulders exposing more to him a she clings to him and wraps her thighs around him. His groin against hers showing her clearly how much he desired her, she fumbled at his belt and felt his erection between her fingers and moaned, his jeans pushed down and he roughly tugged her panties across and he slid his..............

"WHAT THE FUCK?" she jumped up off the couch screaming, her eyes wide her anger clear, she had just be covered in cold water. She shook her hands and peeled the dress away from her body a little, her nipples hard from the cold and from her dream.

She glared at Paul "Did you really have to do that? Did you have to be so rude? if you hated me sleeping on your damm couch so much you could have just said so" she glared a him, and stomped her foot. Becca was so tired of him pushing her around and she was now pissed because he was haunting her dreams as well as her waking hours.

 

[Powerdog16]

Paul laughed and said, "You think it is about sleeping on my couch. I don't give a damn where you sleep. This is essentially your farm, I just work here. But... your late. I told you 5AM, fed and dressed for work. You have made me late and I don't take kindly to being late."

He turned walked to the door and then say, "I reckon you should get up, to change into something more comfortable. Oh... I hope you brought other kinds of shoes than just those." He could see she hadn't and said, "hmmmmm... you didn't did you?" He turned and faced her and said, "Didn't your dad tell you anything about what you were going to do here?"

He turned and said, "Hurry up. Breakfast is over. Meet me in the horse stables in ten minutes." He turned and dissappeared, heading to the stables...

 

[Rayne_Clowd]

She was glaring at him trying to pull her wet dress from her body, she had reached her limit this cowboy needed to be brought down a peg or two. She was not one of his animals that he could just boss about and treat like dirt. She was about to tell him this when again he just walked off.....Becca growled in frustration. She stomped through his kitchen and grabbed and apple on her way to the main house to get changed.

She had no idea what she was meant to wear or not so she went with what she deemed casual , a red bikini, jean shorts and a white buttoned shirt that she left open. Becca had no work boots, she rolled her eyes at the thought so she just slipped into a pair of red ballet slippers and made her way to the stables munching on the apple. Swallowing the last bite she looked at Paul and watched his back as he moved about before she cut into the silence "So Master will this do?" She tossed the apple core over her shoulder and turned very slowly for him before meeting his gaze and smiling at him coyly.

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[Powerdog16]

Paul had headed to the barn and was in the process of releasing the horses from the stables so they could go out into the field when she arrived in the outfit was in. He turned and saw her and let his eyes wander down her body a few moments. Her firm roundness of her breasts heaved slightly, cool goose bumps riddled her otherwise near perfect skin. He let his eyes roam down to her legs and feet and saw her slippers and gave a have a grin. He said, “What do you plan on doing with those? Dance around the barn?”

He walked back towards the front entrance and brushed past her carefully, and said, “Come with me, darlen…” He walked to the seat near the door and pulled out a pair of rubber boots that were covered in grime and gook on the outside. He sat them next to her and said, “You are going to want a pair of boots. It get’s pretty dirty in here.” He gave another casual glance down her body and then turned and walked back to the last horse. He opened the stall door, stepped inside and petted her mane before giving a click and sending her on her way.

To John’s surprise, the horse, a paint known as Matilda stopped and turned to face the other human in the room. She studied the woman and gave a stamp of her hoof, before turning and charging out into the field. This clearly was surprising to Paul as he walked out of the stall and looked to the little priss. He said, “Hmmm…. Never seen her do that before…” He turned and headed to the back of the barn, pulled out wheelbarrow covered in grime, a large shovel, a rake, and some work gloves, likewise covered in gook. He moved it to the first of the 18 stalls and said, “You wanted to know what you are going to do today. These stalls need cleaned. The pile of poo is near the compost pile… can’t miss it. I will throw down some hay for you to line the stalls with and the feed barrel is over there. Water hose is outside.”

He turned and headed for the ladder to the hayloft…

 

[Rayne_Clowd]

"I am game to dance if you are?" she teased and smiled at him and the way his gaze lingered over her skin made her tingle, it was hot. He was a very sexy rugged man, Becca had noticed that much, if it wasn't for his contempt of her she would be almost tempted to play cowboys and Indians.

She smiled at the thought as he brushed past her stopped just near the door of the barn and he pulled out those most god awful disgusting dirty boots. It then clicked into place.......he wanted her to wear those?

But that wasn't even the worst of it before she had rejected that idea he releasing animals which made her nervous and was informing her she was cleaning stalls, with her nails? not likely. He turned to walk away from her AGAIN and she lost it.

"JUST STOP!......STOP walking away from me" she strode over to him and spun him around to face her. "I can't do that...I just can't" she screwed up her nose the smell of the barn offending her. He just looked at her and her shoulder slumped and she whispered "why do you hate me?" she hadn't meant to say it out loud she hadn't even realized she had she was just tired and scared and feeling so out of control nothing was her choice any more.

 

[Powerdog16]

"You think I hate you?” He leaned into her whisper and gave a cocky grin on his face. He looked at her and said, “You think that because I am making you work for the first time in your life, that I hate you?” He stepped into her, letting his eyes move from her eyes down her body, settling on her heaving bosom. He said, “I see… He let his eyes move to her head, which was now looking down in sadness. He put his finger on her chin, lifted her head to make her look at him and said, “Darlen, you don’t have any clue what I think about you. I do give a damn about you, because I am making you work. I don’t want to see you go to military school or wind up broke and alone. No body deserves that. You startin to get the picture now sweetheart.” He released her chin, turned and put his hands on the ladder and began to climb up into the loft, “If you don’t think I give a damn about you, the go back to your bedroom, watch TV and eat bon bons. When your daddy calls, I will tell him what is going on and you will just pay the piper.”

He turned as he reached the loft and leaned slightly on the railing looking down at her, “You are used to the pepperoni’s taking your pictures and plastering your face on the papers. You are used to men falling at your feet because of your body. You are used to the world revolving around you. Well, those days are over sugah.” He reached to a pair of hay hooks and slipped one on each hand and said, “This is my world. Your daddy has charged me with it and I run a tight ship.” He turned, hooked a hay bale and tossed it over the loft onto the ground several feet from her. He said, “You are in my world now and you will be obedient.” He tossed another bale of hay to the ground and then another. He turned and looked at her and noted her staring at him with a most unusual expression on her face. He was already a little sweaty and now covered in bits and pieces of hay that came loose from the pile. He said, “Now, put on the boots, pick up the gloves and put them on. Start cleaning those stalls. If you do it right the first time, should only take you an hour or so…” He turned and tossed down one more bale of hay.

Despite his tough farm hand exterior, he was a bundle of nerves. He had often admired her from a distance, watching the tabloids, even fantasizing about her at night. His mind raced with ideas about things he wanted to do to her in this very barn… in this very hay loft. Dominating her, controlling her, having complete power over her, turned him on like nothing ever had. But, he couldn’t give into those cravings and betray her dad’s trust in him. It was one of the hardest things he had to do controlling himself but if he kept busy, worked her hard, and tried to keep moving, perhaps he just might make it through this with his honor in tact…

 

[Rayne_Clowd]

Becca stood still completely shocked staring blankly at Paul, she didn't know what she had expected but that wasn't it...he gave a damn about her? why? This was a new concept to Becca, she didn't even think her own father gave a damn about her so why would this man why this total stranger.

She was so thrown she had just kinda stood there and hadn't moved until the first hay bale hit the stable floor, she jumped and then looked from the hay on the floor and then up to the loft as if suddenly realizing he had moved. She heard him tell her to put the boots and the gloves on and she complied she moved robot like over to the boots and sat down on a bench and slipped them on. She then pulled on the gloves and winced her nose at the smell but Becca didn't complain instead she simply moved to the first stall and taking the wheel barrow with her she began to shovel the horse manure into it.

Becca worked without a word and kept from looking his direction, she was still trying to figure out if he was for real, and if so why...what possible reason could he have to care what happened to her. Maybe her father was paying him some small fortune, that was the only reason she could think that he would say that...there was no way he could really mean it.

No one really cared about Becca she was either a paycheck or an inconvenience that was it. Even the people she called friends back home were only her friends because she was Becca Peterson, it wasn't because they actually liked her or had formed some close bond. She wasn't feeling sorry for herself it was just a fact, she was liked because of who she was and what that represented not because they genuinely liked her.

She flicked her hair from her face and then went to empty the wheel barrow it was harder then she had thought it would be and her shoulders were sore from shoveling. She was now on her second stall and was a little sweaty and it stunk in short Becca wasn't very happy as she wobbled and wrestled with the temperamental wheel barrow. She rounded the corner leaving the stables and was headed towards where she thought the compost heap was when the wheel barrow bumped over a rock and tipped over taking Becca to the ground with it, she squealed as she bit the dust skinning her knee and her elbow as she skidded across the gravel.

 

[Powerdog16]

Randy heard her yell and quickly dropped what he was doing, which consequently had been collecting corn seed for the chickens into buckets for feeding. He found her on the ground with a skinned up kneed and a wheelbarrow partially tipped over. He walked past her and straightened up the wheelbarrow, then turned to her and knelt down in front of her. She was on her knees and nursing that leg. He pulled off his gloves and and said, “Let me take a look at that.”

He felt her cringe back as he reached for her and he stopped and looked at her and said, “Just relax sugah, I ain’t gunna bite.” He continued to move to her leg and touched it. She was so soft to touch and oh damn he felt something there. He took a closer look at it and realized it was as just s scratch, albeit kind of deep. He looked up at her and could see a faint line of tears on her cheek and said, “Just relax sugah. It is okay.” She looked so young to him at this moment. He said, “It is just a scratch. You can walk it off or go into the cabin and get some ointment and a bandage from the closet it you want.”

He stood up and then offered his hand to her. She had removed her gloves already and reached to him. When he pulled her up, he noted her limping as she stood there and so he said, “You are a big baby you know that.” He gave a grin as he spoke to her, but then he put his hand around her waist, put her hand over his shoulder and walked her back to his cabin. His heart raced as he couldn’t believe this moment. He felt a serious lust for her and here was… alone with this woman in a position where millions of men all over the world fantasized about .

Once he had her in his cabin, he put her in the chair, picked up the ointment and bandage and washrag. He cleaned in, applied the cream and then bandaged her up. He looked at her and noted that she had not taken his eyes off of him nearly the entire time. He said, “Hey… you okay?”

 

[Rayne_Clowd]

Becca was fighting back tears of pain and frustration, her knee and her elbow stung pretty bad but her knee was by far the worst. She then wanted to die as she grew so very embarrassed when Paul knelt down to check on her. As he reached for her leg, she instinctively pulled away not wanting him to hurt her leg but his soothing voice calmed her and she released her grip on her leg and let him look at it.

His hands were warm and slightly rough but not unpleasant as he caressed her knee inspecting her injury, Becca's stomach did a funny kind of flip. She was not use to anyone looking after her or tending to her like this. Then again she had never injured herself while trying to haul a barrow of horse poo before either.

She had been absorbed in looking at him and admiring his features, that it at first took her a moment to realize what he said ..."It still hurts" she whispered softly and looked away, feeling like a cry baby but it really did hurt. She was not use to the rough tough things like he was the worst things she normally dealt with were a bent back nail or two nothing that drew blood like this did.

He then offered to help her up so she took his hand and tried her best, but it really stung so she limped a little. She was about to fire up at him for his calling her a baby when she looked at him and noticed he was smiling, he wasn't trying to insult her he was teasing trying to make her smile and so she did. He then slid his hand around her waist and drew her close and helped her hobble to his cabin.

Becca couldn't help it she was kinda stunned by this side of him, it almost seemed like he really did care and that kinda left her off balance. She was huddled close to his side leaning on him, with his hand circling her waist and it made her tingle a little, Becca also noticed he smelt good really good. It was a combination of sunshine, male and she didn't know what else but she leaned in and couldn't help but inhale him again.

Paul placed her in a chair and started to fuss about her knee, Becca just got lost in her thoughts and was staring at him admiring this side of him when she started thinking about his hands touching her in other ways. She even began to imagine what it would have been like if he had woken her in an entirely different way this morning. She licked her lips and sighed a little at the thought her body responding to the idea in a very favorable manor.

She only snapped out of her day dream when she heard him speak to her. Becca blushed again and almost giggled when she realized she had been staring and caught fantasizing about him. Thankfully he didn't have a clue what she was thinking, so she smiled and looked at him "yeah much better thank you Paul" she said it honestly and sincerely probably for the first time in her life.

 

[Powerdog16]

He could see her expression change from resistance to something else... much more terrifying to him. She smiled gently and there was softness that had not been there a moment earlier. He knew that she was falling for him just by that look alone. Her dad would kill him if he found out they had ever been together. He had to shake it off her. He admitted he had a strong link with her that was growing a little more each moment. He cleared his throat and said, "Well... umm... good. We got work to do now... yes..." He got up and headed to the door and then glanced back at her and said, "Let's clean the stables quickly. I have a little treat for you afterwards."

He turned and headed back to the barn with her in tow...

 

[Rayne_Clowd]

Becca was a little confused in the change of mood, he had seemed gentle and caring and then nervous and like he was eager to get away from her and back to work. She was going to ask if anything was wrong but he was headed for the door before she had even a chance to get up. She groaned at the idea of going back to the barn but she didn't actually complain in words.

She hobbled after him a worried expression on her face, and then she heard him say he had a treat for her? She smiled a little wondering what it could be but again didn't ask she just followed along behind him and tried her best to keep up.

Becca walked to the wheel barrow and picked up her gloves and slid them back on, she then walked back into the stables and grabbed the shovel and then went back to the spillage and began to clean it up.....her heart was hammering in her chest because she was confused she had felt something with Paul but she now thought she was the only one who felt that zing so she was embarrassed.

 

[Powerdog16]

Paul watched her often as she shovelled the stalls for the next hour. She had no other incidents other than her knee that she managed to walk off after 20 minutes of hard work. That was the only real way to get any pains through your system was to work them out. Sitting on a chair for days was a waste. What didn't kill you made you stronger, he thought to himself as she finally reached the final pile of poo in the final stall.

He was surprised she actually finished the rest of her work without complaint though she seemed quite distracted. As she started the final stall, he left for a few minutes to prepare for his surprise for her. She earned a good meal and he knew exactly where and how.

He packed up a wicker basket with cold fried chicken, day old biscuits, a couple of water bottles of sweet tea, and two pieces of cherry pie that he had stashed in his fridge. When he returned to the barn, he watched her walking the last wheelbarrow of poo to the back... then come back and started laying out fresh hay for the horses.

He took the basket to the back of the barn, then whistled out into the field and watched as Beth the paint, and Spot the quarterhorse approached him. He pulled out two carrots from his pocket and fed one to each of the horses as he led them to the barn to saddle them up.

He caught glances of her looking at him and it sent his mind a spinning. What was he really doing this for anyways? He was supposed to be a hard ass with her and she hadn't been here a day and he was surprising her? no... he had fences to check too didn't he? They were still working... weren't they?

He finished saddling Beth up and watched her walk to him and he said, "The stalls look great. Thank you sugah..." He then said, "Want something to eat?"

He watched her nod and said, "Then get on..." He handed Beth's reigns to her and said, "She is the calmest gentlest horse on the ranch... She will take you where you need to go..."