Chapter 9

The flogging event at Ranchos had been a watershed moment for Lewis Denton.

It had given him an understanding in how Ranchos had evolved under the rule of his father; and the possibilities of what it might become under his guidance in the future.

Some of the established residents felt unsure about this new Mr Lewis who had mysteriously returned with Ranchos sole owner, Laura Denton.

Who was he? Where had he come from? And what did he hold in store for their future?

Lewis had become aware of these questions against him, that were never actually put into words; but could read in their eyes when he was dealing with them.

And none knew he was the son of Richard Denton!

And arriving as Laura Denton’s new husband, that was also something that had to remain a secret between himself and Laura.

For even in this rudimentary clan, their true relationship was taboo.

Laura had originally left England when Lewis had gone off to University.

She’d left to join Richard in South Africa; because he’d begged her to do so, and she could find no reason not too!

They had exchanged occasional phone calls over the years, and things were good. But then Laura’s husband Richard had been murdered!

Laura had returned to England with an ambition to entice her son out to Ranchos; because she could see the goldmine really needed a strong white bossman at the helm; ... and she was also desperately lonely.

What Laura had not planned though, was the pair of them falling madly in lust for each other from the start!

But that had been their fickle hand of fete.

Knowing they were unable to conceal their lust for each other, they had adopted the guise of husband and wife. And it had worked well, especially as they shared the Ranch-house with Olandar and her son Obitty, who were highly regarded on Ranchos. Each of them had their own private room. They were a strait-laced pair. ~ ~

In the late evening after the flogging, over an after-sex drink in bed, Laura and Lewis mulled over its potential as a professional venture.

‘Yes, Laura had agreed; the flogging event had revealed a hidden potential for Ranchos. The spectacle had so many possibilities!’

‘But would that be as a Daytripper’s sideshow?’

‘Or maybe a very private experience for a wealthy individual?’

‘Then there was that powerful sexual kick they had both experienced!’

‘What would a wealthy punter be willing to pay for such a unique thrill; of welding a whip onto a naked bound figure before them?’

One idea spun on to another –

‘What sort of patron would be good for Ranchos?’

‘Wealthy? How wealthy?’

‘But how would they get here? And where would they stay?’

These were the questions that Lewis and Laura posed, while Olander listened intently, up against the glass tumbler, between her and their adjoining wall!