Bratty Blair - Long Form Story

Howdy, patrons! We're on a roll, so please enjoy this first look at a whopping 3k+ word piece commissioned by Rikki-Oh as an accompaniment to the two pieces commissioned, pictured above!

I tried to write a bit more of the lore of the ranch into this piece, as I know people have been asking just how the BDSM ranch works. Hope y'all enjoy this look into it, and having advance access to it a week before it goes live to the public!

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Beneath the wooden archway of the ranch, Blair the cat stopped to take a deep breath of fresh Nevadan air. His flight had been long, and the drive up through the mountains had been bumpy and full of traffic jams. But now, standing on the threshold of the service farm, he felt the tension of the journey melt. This trip had been months in the making. But, Blair thought to himself, taking in the stunning vista of the orchards and sweeping mountain range beyond the beautiful main building, it was already worth it.

Before he could pick up his bags, the slender cat heard a distinctive clip-clopping in the distance of hooves on dirt. A figure was trotting up the driveway towards him. As Blair moved to pick up his bags, the figure called out to him.

"Don't worry about it! I'll get them for you!"

A donkey with disheveled hair drew up to him, barely bigger than the cat himself, but broader in the shoulders. Blair smiled and gestured a wave at him as the donkey paused to catch his breath. He seemed fresh from the field, with dirty denim jeans and a plaid shirt that was open down the middle, revealing a chest heaving with lithe muscle from the farm work he had undoubtedly been tasked. After heaving a final pant and regaining his composure, he tossed his hair out of his eyes and reached out with a hand.

"Name's Austin! You're Blair, right?"

"Sure am," the cat answered. "Lovely to meet you!"

"Same! Here, let me get those, miss."

Blair smiled wide, standing aside so Austin could take his bags. He didn't bother correcting the donkey- after all, he loved it when strapping young men took him for a girl. Not that he identified as one himself, but the beauty and grace of a girl was something he'd worked hard to perfect, and it was always pleasant when he could shatter gender expectations. The donkey easily hefted Blair's duffel bag, throwing it over his shoulder like it was made of clouds. The tawny-furred cat hoped he wouldn't gain too much muscle himself during his stay at the ranch. He preferred a lean build that could be bent on a whim towards one gender or the other, or perhaps neither at all.

The two set off down the long dirt driveway, which was meticulously raked and edged. Under a deep blue sky that was nearly as pristine as the ranch grounds, Austin led Blair towards the house.

"You're staying in the barn, right?" the donkey asked.

"I suppose so! At least, that's what the confirmation email said."

The donkey grinned at him and offered a wink. "Let me guess... signed up for Lightning, didya?"

Blair fought off a blush, but smiled, charmed by Austin's forwardness. "How'd you know?"

"Y'got this glint to your eye when I mentioned the barn. Hardly anyone signs up for a week-long stay without wanting a piece of that ol' stud. I know I did!" Austin chuckled. "Here, this way."

He led Blair down a fork to the left of the main road, shaded on one side by lush trees and open to a truly massive field of green grass on the other side. It was remarkable to see such a sight in Nevada- surely this ranch must be doing quite well. And why not? There was nothing quite like it. The ranch was a haven for practitioners of BDSM, offering full-service vacations to folks wanting to experiment. Blair was determined to experience it all, starting with the highest-recommended top on site who went by a simple yet mysterious moniker: Lightning.

"How would you describe Lightning?" Blair asked.

"Oh, Lightning's a good guy," Austin said. "He's popular for a reason! Just do as he says and you'll be fine. Or, you know. Don't. Though I wouldn't recommend that... more than once, at least."

Blair smiled as the donkey blushed. It was clear that this young jack was speaking from first-hand experience. Blair felt his body tingle at the thought. 

It didn't take long for the pair to reach the barn, walking through the massive double-doors which were flung open to let in light and fresh air. Once inside, Blair blinked as his eyes adjusted to the natural lighting within, taking in the wide walkway down the middle and rows upon rows of stall doors. Huge beams towered overhead, supporting thick rafters and a cathedral-like roof arching high above them. A string of lights ran down the middle of the lattice of rafters, currently switched off in favor of the sunlight streaming in from skylights overhead. At the end of the long walkway was a barred door, which he couldn't see beyond. Over the lip of the stall wall, however, Blair could just barely make out the top of racks from which hung something that looked suspiciously like a row of handles to various... tools.

Blair shivered with excitement.

"Before I show you your stall, Lightning will want to meet you. Wait here, I'll get him for you."

Austin dropped Blair's bags at a door to the side of the entrance flanked with large pine panel walls. Blair waited with bated breath as Austin knocked.

A muffled voice came from within. Blair could hardly hear it, but Austin swung the door open.

"Sir!" Austin trilled. "Blair is here! Should I show h-"

He was cut off by the voice again. Blair strained to hear as Austin's long ears drooped- whatever it was saying, the voice sounded curt and no-nonsense.

"Y-yes, Sir, I knew today was... Y-yes, L-Lightning..."

Looking dismayed, the donkey stepped through the doorway and disappeared. Blair stepped forward to see, but the door was shut just enough to block his view. Suddenly, a loud crack, like a thunderclap, echoed in the barn. It was followed by five more in quick succession. Then, a short pause before the door swung open again to reveal Austin, who'd done up his shirt and tucked it into his waistband. He looked over to Blair and gave him a strained smile and curtsy before picking his bags up and trotting deeper into the barn with them without another word.

Blair wanted to ask him what happened, but the healthy blush on the donkey's face and the stirring in Blair's own crotch answered the lingering question for him.

He just heard a spanking!

"I apologize. Austin knows better than to escort a guest looking like that."

Blair looked around, his gaze falling over a steel-gray stallion hulking in the doorway. He contrasted Austin in every way- neatly combed hair, pristine jeans, shined boots, and dressed smartly in a pearlsnap button-down that was straining to contain the clearly-defined muscles beneath. There was an aura of authority about him, but also calmness and serenity.

"I'm Ivan Doe," the stallion said, reaching out. "But during your stay, you can call me Lightning. It's a pleasure to meet you, Blair."

"L-likewise!"

Lightning's grip was firm, and he looked Blair in the eyes as they shook hands. The cat felt heat rise in his cheeks, instantly taken by Lightning's stature.

No regrets.

"Please, come inside. We'll hash out the particulars, and I'll show you to your quarters."

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Suddenly, Blair awakened with a start. He hadn't meant to drift off to sleep, but the trip had been so tiring, he supposed it was inevitable.

As inevitable as his pending meeting with Lightning, he realized.

Dusk had befallen the ranch and barn. The skylights were a silky navy, the last tinges of light disappearing from them and from the window in his stall that stared out on the horizon. Despite the creeping darkness, the lights in the barn's breezeway filtered through the top of his stall's walls, dimly illuminating his surroundings. The stall was cozy, more like a studio apartment than anything, complete with a large mattress stuffed with soft hay, a dresser in which to put his belongings, a floor-length mirror, several hooks on which to hang personal items, and a bedside table with a lamp, which he clicked on. Rubbing his eyes, his gaze fell upon a tin bucket in the corner, which caused him to laugh as he recalled Austin catching the tawny cat staring incredulously at it. It was, he'd explained, a trash can- bathrooms were communal, and located in an auxiliary building just outside.

Blair fell against the soft woven sheets -made on-property from real sheep's wool- and the downy pillows beneath him, staring at the ceiling as he mulled over his arrival and subsequent meeting with Lightning. They'd discussed everything from what Blair wanted from his time here on the ranch, to pronouns, to safe words, and the barn's schedule. It had been a little hard to focus at first, as the cat had noticed a thick wooden paddle laying on Lightning's desk. Surely it had been used on Austin's backside not moments before Blair had sat down for his meeting with Lightning... and Blair couldn't get the thought out of his head of his own spanking due this evening.

It was to be an introductory session but nonetheless a very real one, which they'd talked about at length. Blair bit his lip in excitement and wriggled on the bed as he thought about the details they'd discussed. Blair gave Lightning specific instructions to give him a hard and real spanking. No matter how hard he pleaded, he wanted to wind up sobbing over the horse's lap, like a contrite lad. Only their safe word could stop the session. The cat writhed on the bed, his loose pants tenting. Reaching down to unzip himself, he nearly forgot Lightning's first command, given to him just before he left the meeting.

No touching.

He was to be fresh for Lightning that evening.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, Blair heaved a sigh of frustration. Suddenly, he lept up from the bed, deciding to make SOME use of his pent-up energy. Unzipping his bag, he rifled through it until he found what he was looking for: a gorgeous set of lingerie, dusty pink and lacy. Perhaps not his most frilly, but it would certainly do for a first meet-up with a handsome stud like the one that was about to flip him over his lap.

As he wriggled out of his day clothes and into his underthings, he paused to admire himself in the mirror, tracing tickling paths up and down his slender body and hissing in pleasure as he dragged his claws teasingly over tender, sensitive skin. He turned around, admiring his ass and how wonderfully cradled it was in his pink panties. How much more wonderful would it look, he mused, after his session with Lightning this evening?

He was unaware of how long he spent admiring himself before the mirror when there was a hard knock at the door.

"Coming~!" Blair trilled.

He pulled the sliding door open to find... no one. Confused, he called out: "Hello...?"

Ears twitching, Blair looked over at the clock again and realized it was time.

Swallowing hard at the sudden realization, he stuck his head out into the barn. No one was out in the breezeway. In fact, the barn's lighting had dimmed a bit, and a bright light shone from a door cracked at the end of the hall. 

Lightning's door.

Blair took a deep breath before stepping out into the open. How freeing it was to not have to worry about putting on over-things. Lightning had made it very clear that Blair was welcome to wear whatever he wanted in the barn, particularly during session times. Blair practically skipped to the doorway, pausing only to knock gently on the thick pine door.

"Come in, kitten," an imperious voice called.

His ears burning with a delightful blush, Blair stepped inside.

"Close the door," Lightning ordered.

Blair did as he was told. When he turned back to face the stallion, he found himself nearly pinned up against the door by Lightning, who had drawn close enough for him to see a sheen shimmering off the stud's bare chest. Lightning was clad only in a red, studded pleather harness that criss-crossed his body in a tantalizing pattern. Blair didn't know what to look at first. It was a buffet of muscle, and his cock twitched as if it were an entranced cobra, bewitched by Lightning's skilled charming.

The horse leaned over him, towering, a smoldering look on his face.

"I've heard you've been a naughty little kitten," Lightning cooed to the cat, placing a hand under his chin and tilting his gaze upwards into the horse's face.

"Yes, Daddy," Blair replied, breathless. This was all moving so fast! So delectably, tantalizingly fast.

"You know what I do to naughty kittens in my barn?"

"What, Daddy?"

"I spank their bare butts until they promise to be good again."

"I'm a good kitten, Daddy!" Blair feigned a blush, falling into his role with little effort.

"No good kitten walks around looking like that. Though I don't expect you'll be wearing these much longer."

Lightning reached down, stroking his thick fingers over the waist of Blair's panties. Blair shivered, panting and palming Lightning's bare chest, hungry to get to the main event. He looked up into Lightning's face, effecting the best and cutest pout he could muster.

"I don't want a spanking, Daddy!"

"That's too bad," Lightning said. "Because a spanking is what you're going to get. Come with me."

Lightning gently but firmly grabbed Blair's wrist, leading him into the room. It was brightly lit by a lamp on a nearby dresser, pressed up against a bed and framed by a set of fearsome tools meant for blistering the bottoms of miscreants that wandered inside. Besides a bed, the only seating was a single stool, which Lightning lowered himself on, splaying his thick legs open. Blair couldn't help but notice a sizable bulge being cradled by a handsome red thong, and felt his own stir, getting harder and harder by the second. The stallion dwarfed him, and he felt just like an errant brat about to go over the knee of a fierce authority.

"I don't wanna!"

Blair had warned Lightning during their meeting that he wanted to struggle and protest. It only added to the authenticity, he'd said- besides, that's what safe words were for! But that had only given Lightning ample time to prepare. As Blair half-heartedly tried to pull away, Lightning pulled him forward and threw off his center of balance, easily tipping him over the horse's broad lap. Blair kicked while softly squeaking, only for Lightning to push him farther forward over his lap, until his cute round bottom was high in the air. Blair was forced to brace himself on the wooden floorboards, panting with desire as Lightning inserted a thumb into the waist of his panties and pulled them down just beneath his buttocks.

"This is long overdue, naughty kitten," Lightning said, pinning Blair firmly under his forearm. "It's time you had a Daddy to punish your disobedient bottom."

Before Blair could put up any more mock protests, the stallion raised a hand high in the air and brought it crashing down onto Blair's upturned cheeks, where his sandy fur was thinnest. His massive hand nearly covered the entirety of Blair's bottom, and he squealed as the searing palm pushed him forward over the stallion's lap. Another spank caught the cat before he could speak, then another, and another. Soon, blows rained down, thick, hard, and fast, until Blair's protests turned from surprised squeals to moans of pleasure.

As Lightning spanked his bare, bouncing bottom, Blair looked up to see his image reflected in a mirror across the room- artfully placed, as Blair had requested. His normally well-kept hair was a sweaty mess, his mouth open in a perpetual pant, one of his bra straps falling over his arm as Lightning's firm spanking hand raised up and smacked down against his plump, arched rear, which was turning a bright shade of red underneath the tawny fur, and framed beautifully by his panties, which were falling down his legs. He looked every bit like the punished, contrite little brat he always wanted to be, and Lightning was the very picture of his hottest fantasy top.

And that did it.

As one particularly hard and well-placed spank clapped down on his lower buttocks, catching both cheeks, Blair arched his back and yowled- but not in pain. Claws digging into the floor, a blazing rush charged through his body and burst from his shaft, causing him to kick out his legs as his toes spread in pleasure. He came hard, not bothering to hold back, nursing his pulsing pole against Lightning's thick, warm thigh. Blair rode the high for what felt like minutes as Lightning continued to spank him, until finally, he collapsed over the horse's lap, totally spent.

He hardly noticed that the spanking had paused, taking his time regaining his senses as the horse opted to knead his burning bottom like fresh dough.

"W-woah..." Blair finally huffed. "A-amazing... Thank you, Daddy..."

"You're welcome, kitten," Lightning replied. "Are you ready?"

"R-ready...?"

Blair tried to push himself up only to be pushed back down again. Unable to look behind him, he looked up into the mirror. His heart leapt into his throat as he saw Lightning heft a thick belt in his spanking hand. He began to struggle again, this time harder, genuinely not wanting to feel the bite of the belt against his bare, exposed ass.

"N-no! Please Daddy, not the belt!"

"Yes, kitten," Lightning cooed. "Look at the mess you made on my leg! This is supposed to be a punishment, remember? It's clear you enjoyed that a little too much. Now that you're ready, I think it's time for you to get a taste of Daddy's belt."

"No! Please!"

Suddenly, Lightning's hand drooped, and he looked straight at the mirror, staring into Blair's eyes. "Unless kitten would like to safe word? You're free to use it any time."

Blair stared tearfully back, biting his lip. Memories came flooding back. He'd asked for this... He wanted to be pushed to his limits. He relaxed, the question leaving him feeling quite safe in Lightning's very capable and caring hands.

But he was unable to say it. So he shook his head instead.

"Do you remember the safe word?"

Blair nodded. It was 'sour grapes'.

"Good kitten." There was a grunt as Lightning re-adjusted himself. Blair watched balefully in the mirror as the gigantic horse raised the belt over his shoulder. "I'm certain the whole barn heard that performance just now. I'll have to make sure they hear this too, as a reminder not to misbehave."

A sob eked past Blair's lips at those words, and he lowered his head back towards the floorboards as he felt Lightning squirm beneath him, adjusting. Out of the corner of his eye, Blair saw their shadows on the wall, and the shape of the belt whirring down towards the upturned curve of his ass.

CRACK!

He heaved upward again, curling against the belt's bite, which consumed his entire bottom. The afterglow of his orgasm had nearly faded, but it carried the searing strike down and between his legs, running all the way to his toes, and he kicked out in hapless protest. This time, his cries were real, beaten out of him by Lightning's wickedly thick belt as the horse orchestrated a steady onslaught of blows all across his hapless cheeks. CRACK! WHAP! SLAP! SMACK!

Exhibition was important to Blair, as had been discussed in their meeting- but he was surprised to find that he just didn't care all that much who heard him wail and cry over the barn walls. If he'd been in any state of arousal at all, he would have been turned on by the thought of the other barn inhabitants enjoying the sounds of his merciless spanking just like he planned to enjoy the sound of theirs in the privacy of his room. But the furious sting of the belt pushed everything out of his mind except for the wildfire blazing across his bottom as blow after blow after blow crashed against his ass. No matter how much he wiggled and squirmed, Lightning gave no quarter, expertly wrangling the slippery cat and pinning him against his thighs for further application of the belt to his bare butt.

Eventually, the individual blows bled into one another to form a blanket of white-hot, all-encompassing sensation, and, unable to fight it any longer, Blair burst into tears, falling limp across the horse's lap.

Sensing that the cat had reached his limit, Lightning delivered one final hard strike across both of his cheeks before dropping the belt onto the floor in favor of stroking the cat's soundly-spanked rump with a hand that just as expertly applied care as it did punishment. A fresh wave of tears exploded from Blair as the horse massaged his buttocks, whispering platitudes. "There, there, that's a good kitten. It's all over. You did wonderfully. That's it, let it all out..."

This continued for several minutes, with Lightning patiently guiding him through and out of the whirlwind emotions of the aftermath of a spanking via soft touches and coos. Finally, Blair began to push himself up. Lightning gently helped up the sniffling cat, then wrapped him in a hug. Surprising himself, Blair threw himself into the firm embrace. His backside pulsed with a potent burn that ebbed and flowed. When he was ready, he pushed himself back and looked at the horse with a grateful smile.

"Th-thanks, Lightning. I needed that."

The horse nodded with a knowing smile. "Happy to help, little kitten. Now," he said, sitting back. "Why don't you get yourself back to your room? We'll expect you bright and early for barn call, then breakfast."

"And more spankings?" Blair teased, sticking out his tongue.

"Already want more! I can put you back over for another dose of the belt, if you'd like!" He teasingly tapped the cat's nose while playfully -and only a little menacingly- reaching for his wrist to guide him back towards his knees.

"N-no!" Blair squeaked, laughing. "I don't think my ass could take it!"

Lightning chuckled. "Then off to bed you get, naughty thing!"

As Blair turned to leave, Lightning gave him one final smack on the rump, causing the cat to squeal and trot off into the breezeway.

The barn's air felt cool compared to the air in Lightning's room, and he shivered with a smile as the night air caressed his sweaty body. Traipsing towards his room, basking in the glow of his spanking, he paused only to listen to the sounds of faint whimpers and the distinct noises of stalls full of submissives like him pleasuring themselves to his scene.

Blair grinned from ear to ear, sliding into his stall, already daydreaming about booking another vacation.