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Tuesday, 30 September 2014

Fresh start for Rowena

Surprise events at the Riding School. Rowena finds that  she likes discipline in her life and discovers new things about herself.

Rowena spent the afternoon tidying up the stables after the children had gone away from their riding instruction. She had been pleased to be asked by Sally, the riding school owner if she could look after the farm, whilst Sally went in to town to do some legal stuff.

Having only joined the stables about six months ago Rowena had worked hard to be friendly and generally useful. There was no need to do either because she was paying a handsome fee to ride one of the horses twice a week and she could have just driven up and had her time out in the fields with her favourite pony and then left, but that wasn’t in her nature.

She enjoyed everything to do with horses and riding and now that her husband had left her and gone off with a younger filly, she was well off financially and had time on her hands. At 48 she was still fit and good looking enough to attract a new man but she was no longer interested in a relationship. Men only led to trouble she had decided

There were only so many coffee mornings and lunches she could go to, so now Rowena divided her time between housework, a local charity and now her passion for riding. She had done her research and found this small livery stable with only twelve horses and a cheerful owner who seemed to enjoy having company during the week, when few adult riders came along because they were working.

Generally speaking, the mornings for Sally involved stable work and her afternoons were filled teaching children how to stay on a horse. On Saturday the stables were filled with teenage girls fussing around their ponies and horses and providing free labour for mucking out. On a Sunday Sally either rested or did housework in the farmhouse or entertained friends.

Sally had once been engaged to be married but she had pulled out before the big day and had not regretted her decision. Her parents had passed away within a few years of each other and she had inherited their farm. The land was rented out to a local farmer and all she had to do was receive the income, which left her free to engage in her equine passion.

As Rowena placed some feed in front of the last remaining horse which she had to stable for the day, she looked at her watch. Sally would not be much longer. She decided to polish her saddle with soap and placed it on the trestle near the workbench. She was soon absorbed in her work and heard no sound until the whizz and whack of something hard landing on her bottom. Jumping with the shock Rowena uttered a shriek of surprise and turned to see a tall man in a suit holding a riding crop, that presumably had just delivered  the stripe of pain on her jodhpurs.

“Oh god. You’re not Sally.”

“No, obviously I am not. What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Look I’m sorry that was truly awful of me. I must apologise. I don’t know what I was thinking of.”

“Who the hell are you anyway?” Rowena asked, rubbing both hands hard on the back of her bottom.

The man who, although middle aged, was perhaps not unattractive, explained that he was Mike Hudson, the father of one of the girls, Katy, who had a horse at the stable.. He had passed by to pick up some clothes which his daughter had left by mistake, in a bag, at the weekend.

“That must be it  there,” said Rowena  pointing to a multi-coloured satchel in the corner of the stable near the door.

“I am sorry I didn’t see it.”

“No you saw something else instead. What makes you think you can go around whacking women on the bottom anyway?”

“Like I said I thought you were Sally and I just did it for a bit of fun. She’s quite a good sport you know, quite a gal.”

“And I’m not I suppose?”  Rowena asked with a smile on her face.

They stood facing each other, neither saying anything.

Finally Rowena broke the silence.

“Well I don’t suppose any harms done. Maybe you would like to carry on?”

Turning her back to him Rowena bent a little over the top of the saddle pushing out her bottom. She turned her head back to look at him.

“Well, cat your tongue?” she asked looking back over shoulder.

“Are you sure?” Mike asked, not quite believing what was being suggested.

“Sure I’m sure. Just don’t go mad with that crop. I’ll tell you when to stop.”

Mike stood behind her fingering the tip of the crop between his fingers and then raised his arm. The crop shot across the tight material and left a momentary impression in the fabric.

“Ouch,” Rowena muttered.

Without warning he cropped the bottom again and then a third time. Rowena wiggled her hips to shift the pain but stayed where she was Mike admired her pluck and was about to strike again, thinking that she might take another six or so strokes.

“What the hell is going on?” Sally’s strident voice rang out from the barn door. She strode towards them and stood with her hands on her waist looking furious.

“Well I’m waiting Mike. What are you doing whipping one of my customers.?”

“Rowena stood upright, one hand rubbing at her bottom.

“It’s OK Sally, I kind of asked for it.”

“Be quiet please Rowena,” Sally commanded. “I was asking Mike.”

“Look Sally it was a misunderstanding.” Mike explained how he had spanked Rowena with what he described as a little tap.  “I thought she was you and I got a bit carried away in the moment.”

“I’ll say you did and so then you went to give her more of the same did you. Maybe Rowena should see you get a taste of your own medicine?”

Sally put out her hand to reach for the riding crop Mike was holding.

“Oh come on Sally!”

“I mean it Mike. Get over that saddle but drop your trousers first. Unless you want me to report you for assault of course, and then stop your daughter coming here..

Looking into Sally’s eyes Mile knew she meant business. He took off his suit jacket and placed it carefully on the stool near the bench. Moving slowly over to the trestle support he undid the belt around his waist and let the trousers fall to the ground as he bent over the side of Rowena’s  saddle .

Moving up behind him Sally grabbed the waistband of his boxer shorts .

“And these as well Mike.”

“Oh no,” he complained. “Not bare.”

“Yep, bare bottom. It’s the only way . Now be quiet while I whip you.”

Sally grinned across at Rowena who was wide mouthed at the spectacle in front of her. How many times had she pictured her ex-husband in just such a position, waiting bare -assed for the whipping of his life, as pay back for the humiliation he had brought her. Silently she hoped that Sally would teach this representative of the male of the species a damn good lesson.

Mike stretched his legs out behind him as Sally ran the tab of the crop up the back of each tight thigh. Sally raised the whip high in the air and the whipping began. She was unforgiving in her efforts and his white skin became quickly pink and the deep red as the strokes landed hard and fast.

Mike groaned and moaned and shuffled his feet trying to absorb the flashes of pain. The saddle trestle rocked back and forth as he tried to move forward with the stroke to reduce the impact.

There was no holding Sally back. She looked as though she was taking careful aim, and quite a lot pleasure, ensuring that  the full extent of Mike’s bare  bottom had its fair share of  red lines on the surface of  Mike’s bottom. Rowena had tried to count the strokes but gave up once Sally had gone beyond fifteen.

In a dramatic gesture Sally finally threw the crop on the floor and told Mike  to get dressed and go home.

“I will see you around Mike. Just try to be good in the meantime.” Sally smacked the bare bottom as she went by.

Leaving him to dress Sally took hold of Rowena’s wrist and led her out of the stable.

“Wow. That was fun. Did you see his ass? Nice and toasty. I need a drink after that – do you want to join me.”

Rowena was pleased and excited to be invited into the farmhouse. She had wanted a look around inside the centuries old building since she first came to the riding school.

As the door closed behind the women they heard the BMW turn in the yard and then disappear. Rowena wondered how comfortable Mike would be in the car seat, even if it was leather upholstery. The pair took off their riding boots in the storm porch and walked in their socks into the farmhouse kitchen. Sally pointed at a chair by the long pale colour wooden table which was deeply scarred with years of use and bleach cleaning.

“Right then, A large glass of Chardonnay is called for I think, we have both earned it. Thanks for looking after the shop and I’m sorry that Mike took a swing at your bum. I can’t blame him really. It does look kind of tight in those pants.

Rowena flushed at the compliment. She had always wondered what she looked like in her riding gear. Maybe she still had it if younger men were interested in looking at it.
As the wine was being poured, Rowena asked a question that was uppermost in her thoughts.

“Erm, Sally It seemed that Mike wasn’t totally surprised to have his bottom spanked?”

“Hah. You call that a spanking do you? I thought it was a pretty good whipping.”

They both laughed, remembering the sight of the naked cheeks quivering under the lashing of the crop.

“Well yes, whipped would be better I suppose. I mean, has that happened before, you whipping him like that?”

“Oh yes. Mike is a bit of an addict actually. His wife died a few years ago and he has been pestering me to go out on  a date with him since he and his daughter turned up here a couple of years ago.”

Sally took a sip of wine before she continued. “I don’t blame him for trying but I am really not interested in him or any other man come to that.”

For another five minutes Sally explained her history and her lifestyle to Rowena as they sat at the kitchen table enjoying the relaxing effect that the wine was having on their limbs and brains.

“I‘m a bit like you, you know,” Rowena said once Sally had finished. “Now that I am on my own I can’t see how I would let a man tell me what to do anymore.”

“Absolutely and some men, like Mike, actually seek the total opposite. He likes being bossed around and he pays me double the fees to have me do it. I have to punish him from time to time, but hey, it pays some bills. So to answer your question, today was not the first time.”

Rowena took all this on board in a bit if a daze. Today had not turned out anything like she had expected it to.

Taking a deep breath she asked her next question.

“So do like, you know, do you do that with anyone else?”

"Aha. You’ve caught me out now.” Sally laughed at Rowena’s eager expression on her  face.

“Yes I do. The stables don’t cover their costs and my own horse costs a lot, so yes I do have a couple of clients who like special treatment.”

So now Rowena had arrived at her last question.

“Would you, I mean, could you whip me?”
“I could and I can. I wondered if we were getting to this. Did you like your little spanking from Mike then?”

Sally stood up from the kitchen table and went to the porch door.

Rowena watched as she took down a  riding crop from a hook among the coats.

“Bring your wine and we’ll go the sitting room. It’s more comfortable there.”

Rowena followed feeling every ridge through her socks in the cold stone tiles on the floor in the hallway. They turned into a large room at the front of the house. This was obviously the room for entertaining as it was tidier and more fashionably decorated than the everyday kitchen. Sally took the wine glass from her and placed it on the coffee table, pushing the horsey magazines to one side. She sipped her own wine and waved the crop at Rowena.

“So let’s have the jodphurs off shall we?”

In a dreamlike fashion Rowena unbuttoned the waistband of her riding trousers and wriggled them down over her hips. She sat on the sofa to pull the elastic sided trousers off over her feet and then stood up wearing only her socks, pale pink high leg panties and blouse.

Sally sat down on the edge of the coffee table and slid open a drawer concealed in the frame beneath the table top. She pulled out a small wooden paddle with a short handle and round hole in the flat paddle blade..

“This is my favourite little paddle Rowena and I am going to warm you up first." She slapped the paddle against the top of her thigh, before continuing.

" It came from Ireland actually. My mum brought it with her when she married my father and it’s been in the house a long time. My Grandma used it on her when she was growing up and she in turn paddled me with it when I deserved it and sometimes when I didn’t. It might look small but I can assure you it hurts.”

Staring down straight into Sally’s eyes and then averting her eyes to the floor, Rowena became instantly submissive. She had no idea where her next question came from but she knew she had to ask.

“Please would you spank me Miss.?”

“Yes I will. You have been very naughty haven’t you?”

Their words hung in the air for a moment. Rowena just nodded her agreement.

“Go to that bookcase over there and fetch me the two belts on the top.”

The belts she was referring to consisted of one made from broad leather and another elastic snake-buckle belt,  which Rowena had not seen since her childhood. She handed them both to Sally and stood back in obedience.

“Arms out in front, hands clasped together.”

From her sitting position on the edge of the table Sally wrapped the snake belt two or three times around Rowena’s wrists. She clipped the buckle together. Rowena felt constrained but not uncomfortable.

“Move to the end of the sofa and bend over.”

With her hands tied together using her arms to support her was difficult but Rowena slid into position over the armrest of the large leather sofa. She stretched out with her head on the seat cushion and her legs behind her. She was practically balanced see-saw like over the wide leather support, because her toes did not touch the carpet.

Sally looked at the peachy pink knickered posterior for a moment taking another sip of wine and then lifting the leather belt from the table top. Casually she ran the end of the belt over Rowena’s bottom and thighs, watching her squirm with anticipation. Then she knelt and wrapped the belt around the crook of Rowena’s knees. She pulled the belt tightly through the buckle so that there could be no movement in the legs.

With gentle touches she ran her fingers up the soft thighs and hooked up the hem of the left side of the panties and then the right side  making a tight wedge of cotton material in the crack and exposing the globes of white bottom cheeks to view.

Still kneeling by her side Sally stretched her arm back to the table to reach for the paddle and placed it on the sofa in front of Rowena’s face. Then she very lightly spanked one cheek and then the other using only the tips of her fingers. Between spanks she rubbed the soft flesh gently and then carried on tap, tap, tapping. Rowena moaned with the pleasure of having her bottom pinked up and smarting in this slow leisurely fashion.

After five minutes of this treatment Sally stood and picked up the paddle. Rowena watched the paddle as it was taken away from the sofa and closed here eyes in anticipation of what it would do next. Sally moved so that she was slightly to one side, and in front, of Rowena’s bottom and could deliver downward spanks easily on each cheek. She began the real spanking. This time the slaps were a little harder than the hand spanking, but not by much, and the cheeks took on a new deeper pink hue.

The light spanks then turned louder and heavier. Rowena moaned with pleasure and attempted to lift her bottom to meet the paddle

“Lie still.” Sally whispered softly in her ear. “We have plenty of time and there is no rush.”

Rowena relaxed her upper body and surrendered to the flurry of spanks. When they landed on the backs of her legs she jumped a little and mouthed a few ouches.

“Not so much fun right there are they?” Sally laughed as she smacked away. “My mother could get me howling in a few seconds when she really spanked my legs.”

After quite a long time Sally put the paddle down and soothed the hot bottom with rubbing motions of the palm of her hand.

“All good now?”

“Yes miss. Very, very good.”  

Carefully, not wanting to rush her fences, Sally let her fingers run between the bound thighs and  into the tight crack of Rowena's cheeks.  With her other hand she took hold of the top of the panties and yanked them up hard into the crease. Rowena responded by trying to open the gap pushing her legs against the leather belt binding. Sally’s fingers slipped into the warm recess of soft lips.

“You want to be spanked Rowena?”

“Yes Sally”

“”Miss!” A loud smack reverberated round the room as Sally brought her hand down on one cheek.

“Yes Miss Sally, I want to be spanked.”

“Good, then I shall spank you and I will whip you and you will do as I tell you. You will do as I tell you every time without argument or you will be spanked. Do you understand?”

“Yes Miss Sally, I understand”

The fingering in the bottom crack continued and Rowena arched her back trying to encourage a penetration in between the stretched cotton gusset and her vagina.

“Steady girl. You will have to wait. Everything comes to she who waits, so go steady. The best is yet to come.”

The hands left Rowena’s begging bottom and she wiggled trying to get comfortable with the tight panties.

The tab of the riding crop was the next thing to smack her. Making rapid movements across the bottom and down the thighs Sally had the submissive woman moaning with pleasure in a few minutes and then the real whipping commenced.

Hard cracks of the bendy nylon crop lashed across soft skin at the crown of Rowena’s bottom and she squealed with the pain. For two or three long minutes the cropping continued and thin red lines became joined together to become purple patches

When she sensed that Rowena was finally on a high, Sally stopped and quickly undid both the wrist and leg restraints.. She pulled the panties off down the legs and over Rowena’s feet and told her  to shuffle forward over the arm and onto her back. As the fiery red bottom touched the cool leather cushion Rowena smiled up at her new Mistress.

Passing the tab of the crop over Rowena's thighs in gentle strokes she came to the V at the top of her legs. The pussy was shaved in a tidy fashion, just a small triangle of hair. Sally tapped the leather against the mound and Rowena opened her legs in acceptance. The smacking of the tab against the pink skin of the pussy lips brought Rowena to a new high and she lay there moaning and writhing.

"You are such a naughty girl Rowena. So naughty. I think I am going to have spank you a lot."

Rowena groaned and agreed.

"Yes Miss. Thank you Miss."

“Come on upstairs, quickly now.”.

Sally took hold of Rowena’s arm to pull her from the sofa, then smacked the side of her hips and prodded her to go through the door an then up the stairs. Sally repeatedly spanked the bare bottom in front of her, telling Rowena to speed it up and turn right at the top of the stairs. They both giggled as Rowena stumbled on one of the steps and nearly went face down in her efforts to get ahead of the spanks.

Once in the bedroom Sally closed the curtains and told Rowena to get on the bed.

Within seconds Sally had stripped her clothes off and was kneeling on the bed helping Rowena to get rid of with her blouse and bra. 

They were under the bedcover in a trice and as Sally's lips touched hers and a hand went between Rowena's thighs.

And so began a new phase in Rowena's
 education at the riding school.


  1. That is a very nice story and nicely told. I imagine being Mike in a future chapter,being caiught peeking at the women then whipped by both, then tied up but allowed to watch them.


    1. Hi Rosco. Thanks for the positive comment. I will try to build that in in the future.

  2. Great story. I kinda figured where it was going and it was a great one. very arousing.

    1. Thanks Baxter. I will try to be less obvious with my plots. Glad you liked it.

  3. Well done Michael. Nice story. Thanks for sharing.


    1. Thanks Ronnie. Your blogs on jodphurs and saddles were the inspiration.


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