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PIPPI’S LITTLE PRANK DAY
A Holidays at Rawhide Ranch Story
ALLIE BELLE
CONTENTS
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
About Rawhide Ranch
About Allie Belle
Also by Allie Belle
© Allie Belle and A&A Publications. All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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2024 © Published by A & A Publications
Edited by Maggie Ryan
Cover by AllyCat’s Creations
This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as the author’s advocating any non-consensual spanking/sexual activity or the spanking of minors.
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PROLOGUE
Twenty years ago
Piper sat on a sofa with her head down and her hands clasped between her knees as a very angry Dominant stood in front of her. The area surrounding them was covered in tissue paper confetti. When she’d set off the confetti cannon, she had no idea how much was going to come out of that skinny little tube. Turns out the answer was a lot. And her Dom was pissed.
“Piper, this behavior is unacceptable and has gone way too far. You are too much of a bad girl, and if you don’t learn to control yourself, then no one will ever want to keep you. Nobody likes an obstinate brat.”
His words hurt. They hurt a lot. She was relatively new to the world of BDSM, but she’d thought she’d finally found a place where she could let loose a little and trust that the people around her would take her to task without casting her aside like everyone else in her life had done. She’d apparently been wrong.
“We’re done.”
The last two words were the final nails in the proverbial coffin. Not only were they done, but she was done. She’d tried but apparently she’d failed and she didn’t want to be anywhere she wasn’t wanted if she didn’t have to be.
As he turned around and walked away, she got down on the floor and began to pick up all of the pieces of confetti. She’d only wanted to celebrate her nineteenth birthday a little, maybe earn a nice hard spanking that would quiet her mind and ease her feelings of loneliness, but it hadn’t turned out that way. She’d made it all worse and, on that day, she decided she would never again even acknowledge her own birthday, let alone celebrate it. March thirteenth would forever just be another day on the calendar.
She dropped the last handful of confetti in the trash and dusted her hands off. The club around her was in full swing yet no one paid any attention to her. With one last look around, she collected her things and left that life behind for good.
CHAPTER ONE
Piper Webb sat across from her husband, the man she’d met at the office and married nineteen years prior. He’d given her two beautiful twin girls and a life that most women would dream of. Every one of her needs had been met; she’d basically wanted for nothing as far as the outside world could see. Unfortunately, their marriage had been little more than a piece of paper that made them legally bound to one another. Sure, they had good times, great times even. Hell they even loved one another on a deep level, but one thing had always been missing. Sexual intimacy.
They engaged in sex, that was what married people did, but it had never been like anything she heard her friends talk about. They had all talked about their lovers in a way that made her feel a little jealous. She and Hank had tried, but neither of them had ever found much enjoyment in the acts and eventually they stopped trying all together.
Their girls had graduated high school last summer and were now moved into their college dorms when he finally admitted to her that he was gay. He’d wanted to stay together for the kids and to keep up his image with his crazy religious family. But he’d met someone and he couldn’t live the lie any longer. The amount of relief Piper had felt knowing it hadn’t been her non-existent sex drive or anything she had done or not done that had caused their divorce had been enormous. However, facing a solitary life had been a difficult pill to swallow. She was happy for him, elated even. He would get to live the life he should have been free to live all of this time, but where did that leave her?
The divorce was fast and easy with each of them agreeing to split everything fifty/fifty and not having to discuss custody or anything like that. They would each put an agreed upon amount of money into accounts for the girls every month to support them through college and that was that. Nineteen years of marriage was over with a simple swipe of her pen.
After a tearful hug and a kiss goodbye for Hank and his fiancé, Piper was on her way home. She’d bought him out of the house so the girls could keep their space and she could maintain just a little semblance of security for herself. She made more than enough money to support herself and then some, she just needed to figure out what she wanted to do with all her new alone time.
Her phone buzzed next to her and she smiled seeing her best friend’s picture show up on the screen.
“Hey, Kay.”
True to form, Kay skipped the niceties and began to belt out the lyrics to Free Bird.
Piper laughed as she was gifted the worst serenade of her life. It was so bad, but it was exactly what she needed. By the time Kay decided to stop singing, Piper’s face hurt from laughing and she had tears running down her cheeks.
“You’re a free woman, Pips. Let’s celebrate!”
“I don’t know. It’s been a long day and I’m pretty drained.”
“Too bad. Go home and take a nap. Be ready to go by six. I’m taking you to dinner and if you say no, I will not hesitate to kidnap you against your will. Don’t think I won’t.”
Piper shook her head at her friend’s antics knowing full well that it was not an empty threat. “Fine, I’ll be ready, but you’re buying and I’m getting wine and dessert!”
“Good girl.” Kay laughed.
Those words. How could one person simultaneously love and hate two words as much as she hated “good girl”? Kay said them to her all the time and each time she’d cringe while a little flutter of happiness warmed her insides. It was maddening. She’d never told her friend how it made her feel out of fear that she would reveal too much about her past. A past that no one knew about. A past that would go to her grave with her if she had anything to say about it. Unfortunately, it was a past that also haunted her. It had been over twenty years ago, but she still heard that man’s disapproving voice in her head. She still found herself longing to be accepted by him. Maybe not him, specifically, but accepted in a more general sense. Not that she ever let that side of her out anymore; she would never be that vulnerable again.
She got inside and stood there for a moment. Hank had moved out a few days prior but now that everything was signed and permanent, it all felt a whole lot more real. Kicking her shoes off, she left them by the front door and headed to her bedroom. Hers. She looked around. Maybe it was time to make a few changes. Brighten things up a bit. Find a style all her own. She liked the sound of that. Stripping to her bra and panties, she crawled into bed and got on her phone.
She added a few things to the cart of her favorite online store and began to get excited. She needed to stop focusing on how scary all the changes were and embrace them. This was a new adventure for her, the future was completely unknown and she could mold it however she wanted. Setting the phone on her dresser, she curled up on her side and sighed. She could do whatever she wanted. Go wherever the wind blew her. The only thing she knew for certain was that she would stay single. She couldn’t handle the physical expectations of being with someone. She hated it. If she never had to have sex again for the rest of her life, that would be one hundred percent fine with her.
“Good girl,” Kay praised as she helped Piper change into some comfortable things to sleep in. There were those two words again. Why did her bestie keep doing that to her? Didn’t she know what kinds of feelings they brought up? Her drunk state made the feelings even stronger and she couldn’t hide it anymore. Maybe she just didn’t want to.
“I’m a submissive.” Piper yawned as Kay was helping her into bed. She might have celebrated too hard and had a little too much to drink, but it had certainly been a lot of fun.
Kay cocked her head to the side and smiled. “Pips, we’ve been friends since second grade. I swear I know you better than you know yours
In her drunken fog, Piper tried to reconcile what her friend was telling her.
“How did you know?”
“Okay, maybe I didn’t know know, but I always suspected. When you used to date that guy before Hank. I found a napkin for the BDSM club in your car. I was about to ask you about it but then you broke it off with him and got with Hank. I figured if you wanted me to know then you would tell me eventually.”
“I thought I was so careful,” she mused.
“You were. Careful and secretive and I didn’t want to pry, but I’ve got a secret of my own, sweets. I’m a switch.”
“You are?” Piper sat up quickly, almost falling out of her bed as the room spun in front of her.
“Whoa there.” Kay grabbed her by the shoulders and held her steady. “Yes, I am. I’ve been in the lifestyle a long time. Longer than I should have been because I was way too young to be doing some of those things in the beginning.”
“That’s so cool. I’m a brat so I couldn’t be in it anymore.”
Kay’s eyebrows knitted together. “What do you mean?”
“The Dom. Alex. The one I dated. He said no one would ever love me because I was a brat. He kicked me out and I can’t be in it anymore.”
If Piper had ever seen Kay mad, she’d never seen her as mad as she was in that very moment. The other woman turned six shades of red and Piper swore she saw smoke coming out of her ears.
The calm in her voice did not match the rage on her face. “I’m sorry? Can you repeat that please?”
Piper shook her head and began to scoot away. “I’m not a brat anymore. I promise. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you mad. I stopped all of that a long time ago. I didn’t fit in. No one likes brats.”
She was used to not fitting in. She was the tall, lanky goofy redhead who stuck out like a sore thumb wherever she went. It shouldn’t have been a surprise to her when she hadn’t fit in at the club back then.
Kay shook her head slowly. “Don’t you dare apologize to me, young lady. You did nothing wrong. But I need you to explain to me exactly what happened.”
“I’m not sure that’s the best idea.” She felt small and unsure, and all she wanted more than anything in that moment was to have Kay’s smile back. “I didn’t mean to make you so angry.” Tears filled her eyes and she was helpless to do anything but allow them to spill down her cheeks.
That seemed to jar Kay out of her anger and she took a deep breath before sitting on the side of the bed.
“I’m not mad at you, Pips. I’m mad at the asshole who lied to you. People like him give our lifestyle a bad name. I’m also mad at myself. I should have asked about things back then. I should have opened up to you and told you I understood and then maybe you wouldn’t have gone through all of that alone. Fuck, I can’t even imagine how much that fucked up your head. I’m sorry, girly.”
Piper hadn’t anticipated this conversation, let alone the reaction she was getting from her best friend, but as much as it hurt to talk about that time, it felt so good to get it off her chest after holding it all in for twenty years, and there was no one on planet Earth she trusted more than Kay.
“It was my nineteenth birthday,” she began to explain. “I brought a confetti stick to the club. It was small and full of tissue-paper pieces. I didn’t think it would cause any harm, but I thought it would be a funny way to announce my birthday. He didn’t see it that way. He’d made a couple of comments before about me being such a brat, but I knew I was a brat. I thought it was okay. I was told to be myself. I was lied to. No one got mad when I did it, everyone around us laughed and told me ‘happy birthday’ until they saw his face. Then they gave us a wide berth and just let him tear into me. I thought I had friends there. I thought submissives looked out for one another. I just told myself I wasn’t only too much for him, but too much for everyone else. So I left.”
“Hold on. Wait. Let me make sure I’m understanding this…” Kay took a deep breath like she was barely holding on to her anger. “You played a harmless prank on your birthday and he couldn’t deal?”
“I guess.” Piper shrugged.
“Yeah, that’s a him problem, girly. Not a you problem. Most Doms I know, present company included, would have beat your ass good for something like that. Maybe made it interesting by making you clean it up naked with a plug in your ass. But mistreat you for it? Verbally abuse you for it? Absolutely not.” Kay stopped talking and stared into the distance like she was lost in thought. “Please tell me this isn’t why you stopped celebrating your birthday.”
Piper nibbled her lip, not wanting to admit it was, in fact, the exact reason. Her birthday was just another reminder that she would never be accepted for who she was.
Kay shook her head. “You don’t even have to answer. I can tell by the look on your face.” She sighed and scrubbed her hands over her face. “I’m going to find that man and chop his balls off and feed them to him,” she muttered.
Piper opened her eyes in pure shock and a little fear. Who was this woman? “That’s a little violent.”
“Trust me, it was tame compared to what I’m picturing in my mind. Anyways, since I don't have a time machine and don’t know anything about this guy to hunt him down, and I’d look hideous in one of those orange prison jumpsuits anyway, all we can do is move forward.”
“That’s what I did.” Piper shrugged again.
Kay raised a brow and a vaguely familiar niggle tickled Piper’s tummy. She hugged herself to make it stop.
“Shoving down your feelings, giving up something you love, and changing the way you interact with the world is not moving forward,” Kay told her.
Deep down Piper knew her friend was right. She’d shoved it all down so deep and tried to ignore the pain for so long. Her stomach roiled.
“I think I’m gonna be sick.”
Jumping out of bed, Piper stumbled to the bathroom where she spent quite a few minutes emptying the celebratory dinner out of her stomach and into the toilet.
Kay brought her some water and a towel and even pulled out her toothbrush and put toothpaste on it for her.
“Alcohol and emotional turmoil apparently don’t play nice,” Piper said as she fought to get the disgusting taste out of her mouth.
“Depends on who you are,” Kay teased. “I’m really sorry I wasn’t there for you, Pips, but I have a plan to help you really move forward.”
“You do? How did you come up with a plan so fast?”
“I’m a problem solver. It’s a gift.” She shrugged. “Have you heard of Rawhide Ranch?”
Piper thought for a moment but came up blank. “Can’t say that I have.”
“It’s a BDSM resort in Montana. It’s pretty spectacular. I’ve been once and plan to go back. You need to book a birthday/divorce celebration trip and go.”
“By myself?”
“Yeah! Why not? It would be perfect because you’re in a place no one knows you. There are no preconceived notions or standards. You can play in the dungeon and brat till your heart’s content with no worries. You’ll leave with a bruised ass and a full heart. I want you to see how real lifestyle interactions look and stop basing everything you think on one spineless idiot.”
“I don’t know, Kay.” Piper shook her head. She’d never been on a vacation on her own and allowing that side of her free after how hurt she’d been did not sound like something she was ready to do. Plus, wouldn’t anyone in a situation like that then expect her to have sex with them? As much as she wanted Kay’s plan to work, it just wouldn’t.
“How about this. I’ll give you the website, you check it out and then go from there. No harm in looking, right?”
