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At the Stables.
On
a crisp Sunday afternoon, the sky painted with pastel shades of blue,
the air smelling faintly of freshly mown grass, and the sun casting a
warm glow over the stable yard. He glanced around, taking
in the horses in their stalls, their coats gleaming like burnished
silver, their breath misting in the air. It was then that he heard the
faint sound of a car engine approaching.
The car turned the corner, and there she was: Stephanie, clad in a blue jumper that hugged her curves and tight cream jodhpurs that accentuated her plump bottom. Brown riding boots encased her legs, their leather polished to a mirror shine. Her hair, tied back into a ponytail, her hips swayed gently with her every movement.
She had an air of confidence about her, as if she owned the world and everything in it. She was in her mid thirties and a stalwart of the local community. She often had a glint in her eye the sort of glint that suggested she could be a handful in the right situation.
“Hello, James,” she said with a smile, her green eyes sparkling. “I hope I’m not too late .”
James blushed slightly and forced a grin. “No, not at all. The yard is shutting at four but you have enough time to take take mare out Stephanie.
I’ve just been giving the stables a once-over. You know, Sunday best
and all that.” He turned his attention to her horse, checking its saddle
and bridle. All was good. He handed the reigns to Stephanie
Stephanie
watched him for a moment, her gaze lingering on his broad shoulders and
muscular arms. She couldn’t help but feel a tingle of anticipation.
Today was going to be a good ride.
As she climbed on to her horse, her plump bottom
bounce in the saddle, causing it to shift and ripple ever so slightly.
James felt his heart skip a beat as he watched her, he had noticed her
bottom on many occasions. Her jodhpurs were always immaculate, she often
wore thin white dressage ones just for a hack . unable to tear his eyes
away, he jumped as he realised he
was staring. Don’t be late Stephanie. I need to close the yard by four.
She kicked and the horse trotted on. Ok.. she shouted. I won’t be out
for long. With that James watched her ride off into the lane.
Your
came and went and with each passing minute, James became more and more
concerned. It wasn’t like Stephanie to take this long on a ride. He
began to pace back and forth, glancing out over the fence, hoping to
catch a glimpse of her returning.
Finally, he decided he couldn’t wait any longer. He grabbed a torch and
a first aid kit, just in case, and made his way out of the stable yard.
The air outside was cool and crisp, and the sky was beginning to
darken. He called out for Stephanie as he headed down the lane, his
voice echoing through the quieting countryside. As he searched, his
heart raced faster and faster, his thoughts spinning out of control. He
tried to remain calm, to tell himself that she was probably just taking a
longer ride, but the fear in his gut wouldn’t let him shake the feeling
that something was wrong. After an hours fruitless search James was now
very worried and returned to the yard to phone for help.
As
he reached the yard James caught sight of a figure in the distance,
moving slowly through the lane. His heart leapt into his throat as he
recognised her blue jumper. “Stephanie!” he called out, running towards
her.
She
turned around, her face flushed and her breath coming in short gasps.
“James, thank goodness you’re here. I got lost. I wasn’t sure which way
to go.” She gestured to her horse. “I stopped at a friend’s place for a
drink, and then I couldn’t find my way back.”
James
frowned, feeling a mixture of relief and annoyance. “You should have
let me know, Stephanie. The yard should have been shut two hours ago.
You could have been in real trouble out here.” He glanced at her, taking
in her disheveled appearance, and felt a pang of concern for her
safety. “Are you okay?”
She shrugged, trying to play it cool. “I’m fine. Just a little shaken up but thanks for coming to find me.” She glanced down at her horse, who had started to fidget beneath her.
James
nodded, his expression softening slightly. “Alright, let’s get you and
your horse back to the stable. We can talk more about what happened once
we’re there.” He offered his hand to help her down from her horse, but
she hesitated for a moment before taking it.
As
they made their way back to the stable, Stephanie tried to compose
herself, straightening her posture and adjusting her hair. James glanced
at her sideways, wondering if she was truly as unaffected by the
situation as she seemed. Once they arrived, he unsaddled her horse and
helped her brush it down while she cleaned up her riding gear.
“So,”
he said, once they were both finished, “I assume you’ve learned your
lesson about getting lost and not letting anyone know where you are?” He
felt he had a right to tell her off. She nodded, biting her lip. “I am
sorry, James. I really didn’t mean to cause so much trouble.”
Words
then tumbled from his mouth. He took a deep breath, trying to remain
calm. “Well, I think it’s clear that you need a reminder of the
consequences of your actions. I’m not sure if you’ve ever been spanked
before Stephanie but it’s something that I’ve found to be extremely
effective in situations like this. Her cheeks flushed at his words, and
she hesitated before answering.
“I-I
haven’t been spanked since I was a child,” she stammered. “But I
understand that you’re only trying to help me learn from my mistake.”
Her voice was shaky, and he could tell she was fighting to keep her
emotions in check. “”Stephanie,
James said “This would have to remain between us. I believe in
consequences and there are consequences for what you have done”.
Stephanie just nodded.
Jame
decided the conversation had gone too far to back down, took her by the
wrist, leading her over to a nearby bale of hay. He sat down on the
hay, then patted his knee. indicating that she was to bend over his lap .
“I want you to know that I’m not angry with you,” he said gently, as
she slowly lowered herself onto his lap. “But it’s important that you
understand the consequences of your actions, and that you’re held
accountable for them.”
He took her across his knees, resting her on his strong thigh, he laid his
hand on her bottom and pressed slightly . “I think a good, hard
spanking is going to help you remember this lesson,” he murmured, his
voice a low rumble in her ear. Her heart raced as she felt the warmth of
his hand against her backside. “Are you ready for your punishment,
Stephanie?”
She
bit her lip, the anticipation making her stomach flutter. “Yes, James.”
Her arched slightly raising her twin mounds higher. Stephanie closed
her eyes and took a breath.
His
large hand came down hard on her rounded jodhpurs clad cheek, the
impact flattening her buttock, sending a jolt through her body. “Ow!”
she gasped, her cheek immediately radiating heat and sting . His his
hand smacking down again, this time even harder. “You’ll be hearing that
a lot more, I think,” he warned, spanking her over and over.
The
sting of each slap spread across her bottom, making it feel as though
it were on fire. Stephanie couldn’t help but wriggle and squirm as his
punishment grew increasingly intense. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she sobbed
between breaths. “I won’t do it again, I promise!” James surveyed the cream
tightly clad bottom dancing under his hard hand. Her legs were kicking
but he held her on his lap firmly, his hand continuing to strike her
plump jodhpurs with unrelenting force. “That’s what they all say,” he
murmured, before delivering another resounding smack. “But actions speak
louder than words, don’t they?” whack!
He
spanked her harder now, each slap making her cry out in pain and
surprise. Her bottom burned like fire, and she could feel the sting of
each spank spreading outwards. She twisted and turned, trying to escape
the relentless punishment, but there was no escape. She apologised repeatedly
He held her firmly in place, his strong hands keeping her where she
belonged. Each cheek wobbling and springing back into shape.
Finally,
after what seemed like an eternity, he brought his hand down one last
time with such force that it made her yelp. “Alright,” he said, his
voice gruff with emotion. “That’s enough.” He tipped her off his lap and
onto the floor, her bottom stinging and sore. She curled into a ball,
tears streaming down her face.
James
knelt in front of her, taking her chin in his hand and lifting her gaze
to meet his. “I want you to look at me,” he said firmly. “I want you to
understand that I care about you, and I want what’s best for you. This
was hard for me, too, but it had to be done.” He wiped away a tear from
her cheek. “Do you understand that?”
She nodded, sniffling. “I-I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from crying. “I won’t do it again, I promise.”
James
smiled gently, pulling her into a hug. “I know you mean that, but I
want you to mean it deep down. This time, you got off easy. Next time,
the punishment will be worse if you don’t learn your lesson.” He held
her for a moment longer, then let her go. “Now, why don’t we go back
inside and get you cleaned up? You’ve had enough excitement for one
day.”
She
nodded, sniffling. As they walked back toward the barn, her hands were
glued to her red hot , stinging rear. Stephanie felt a mixture of shame
and relief. Her bottom burned, but she knew that James’s punishment was
for her own good. She glanced over at him as they entered the barn, her
cheeks still flushed from the spanking. “I’m sorry I worried you.
James smiled reassuringly, his expression gentle. “It’s alright. I’m just glad you’re safe now. Here, let me help you clean up.
As
they made their way to the stables, he couldn’t help but feel a sense
of relief wash over him. The spanking had been hard on them both, but it
had been necessary. He knew that Stephanie was a strong-willed woman,
and sometimes she needed a firm hand to keep her in line. He only hoped
that this experience would serve as a reminder to her of the dangers she
faced out there in the world. They
shut the yard up between them and James walked Stephanie to her car.
She winced as she sat on the seat. Her eyes still red from tears. “See
you next week James”. James smiled. “Take care Stephanie “. He shut her
door m, turned the key in the ignition and drove towards the lane. James
watched her go. He had spanked a grown woman but it had felt the right
thing to do. Would he do it again if the opportunity arose….. yes of
course he would. He smiled inwardly.
That was one of the first disciplinary spankings I ever gave. She was a good few years older than me. Looking back it probably was not wise thing to do. There could have been repercussions but it all worked out. In fact it was not the last time I went searching for a bale of hay with Stephanie in tow.
More to come…
Asa
