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Rocking horses revisited

by Robyn Jones

Rocking horses feature in a lot in Asa’s stories, particularly in his story about ‘The Inveigle’, where ‘Little Neddy’ makes several appearances! I also featured rocking horses in one of my earlier posts, quoting from a novel called ‘Beatrice’ concerning a young lady being spanked whilst riding a rocking horse. You will remember this lovely picture by Paula Russell from a relatively recent addition of the book:

Here is another Paula Russell illustration for a story in Janus by Nick Fowler called ‘A.W.O.L.’:

Not exactly a rocking horse, but a rather beautifully drawn picture by Herric/Cheri Herouard. I haven’t a clue what the story-line is behind this picture, but I’m sure it was rather interesting!

This rocking horse scenario is repeated in a fair number of other erotic novels and stories, as for instance the one described  in ‘School for Scandal – Memoirs of Lord Frederick CYR’. Although the novel was supposedly written by ‘Anonymous’, it is actually the work of Richard Manton. 

Richard Manton is a well-known pseudonym in the stories and books concerning erotic flagellation or chastisement, the name appearing as the author or editor of numerous erotic novels, many of them are set in the Victorian era, such as ‘A Birch in the Boudoir’ and ‘School for Scandal’. He also wrote numerous shorter stories for Janus Magazine, such as ‘The Man with the Golden Rod’. 

In the second chapter of ‘School for Scandal’ there is an incredibly erotic account of some spanking and sex in which a rocking horse plays a big part in the action. I thought that I would post some extracts from this chapter to wet your appetites. The illustrations used are not from the original book.

The story revolves around Lord Frederick who inherits a large mansion and estate. On arrival he discovers two young ladies in residence, Laura (aged 17) and Ruth (aged 16), who were being ‘looked after’ by Mr.Fortescue the previous owner of the house as a ‘charitable work’. It later transpires that Mr.Fortescue, who was  very ‘partial to whipping’, had been giving the two girls ‘riding lessons’ on a pair of old rocking horses in his attic! 

Soon after his arrival, Lord Frederick observes the two ladies surreptitiously making their way up to the attic.  Out of curiosity he follows them:

You may be sure that when I tip-toed out to the marble-paved hall, it was curiosity and not suspicion which led me… I stood in the hallway and looked up at the graceful curve of the stairs above. What do you suppose I saw? Laura and Ruth moving softly to the attic floor…

A gentleman does not choose to be a spy upon the young ladies in his care, but I resolved to discover what was happening in that spacious attic room. If it was innocent amusement, there was no harm in my peeping upon it. If it was something else, then the sooner I discovered, the better it must be…

 When I reached the attic landing and stood there soundlessly, the place was in darkness. All the light was in the old playroom where I had first set eyes upon Laura and Ruth that afternoon. I ventured to the interior window which looked from the darkened landing into the gas lit room with its comfortable old sofas and its pair of rocking-horses.

Even as I watched Laura walking across the room to the cupboard, it seemed to me that the front of my trousers had grown uncomfortably tight. The rounded sweep of her silky golden-brown page-boy hair swung to and fro across her shoulder-blades. She has that lithe and firm young figure of a seventeen-year-old which is alluringly shown in the tight blue denim of her riding jodhpurs. My pulse beat faster at the trim young thighs and the agile rounding of Lauras bottom-cheeks, so high and taut in their youthful elasticity. This delightful girl crossed the room, stopping only to stroke the painted smooth flanks of the wooden rocking-horse with an affection which seemed curiously bestowed on an inanimate creature. As she bowed her head demurely, the golden brown waves of her tresses fell from their central parting on either side of her pretty face. It almost seemed as if Laura struggled against her natural shame and modesty. All the time, however, the luscious and tautly rounded buttocks of this seventeen-year-old nymph moved lasciviously under the tight denim of her riding-pants. Laura went to a cupboard on the far side of the room and returned to the rocking-horse with a leather saddle. I was puzzled at first. Whoever heard of strapping a saddle on a toy horse? Yet when I looked more closely, I saw that the saddle was not quite of the usual shape. It had a slight projection rising up from it and a ridge which ran down its length. I guessed the reason, of course, for such a shape. Often in India I heard tales of ladies being made to ride the masturbating saddle for the amusement of their masters. Yet this was my first sight of the ingenious contrivance. 

 A collage based on some of Asa’s photos in which Kate demonstrates the use of a masturbation stool – an antique version of the modern ‘Sybian Saddle’!

……Laura stripped herself to a sleeveless blouse above the waist, ready for the warm work which lay ahead. She undid the riding-jeans, the golden-brown hair cascading round her face again as she pulled them off. Her panties came next and soon I was able to admire Laura’s naked charms from her waist to her heels. I confess freely that those tight slim thighs of a girl of seventeen please me greatly. Laura’s bottom-cheeks had the same taut elasticity, though with the first signs of a womanly roundness. Her belly was flat and delightfully ornamented by the little curls of golden fleece at the opening of her legs.

I have since seen Ruth, Jacqui, Diane, and several other girls ride the ingenious saddle. Yet I shall never forget how my heart jumped when Laura first cocked her leg wide astride it and settled down. At first she sat upright, content to gasp with a woman’s natural expectation as she felt the protrusion enter between the lips of her pudenda a little. I listened intently and presently heard the first slipperiness which assured me that Laura was lubricating nicely in her excitement, milking the love dew from her Venus-cleft on to the leather thumb between her legs. 

To watch the demure slim figure of Laura riding the phallic saddle was to see a pretty pagan queen astride her stallion. Her neck was arched back, the rounded page-boy cut of golden hair brushing her shoulder-blades. Her eyes were closed in a dream of bliss and her pretty teeth fretted at her lower lip in the excitement. Laura’s slim and agile thighs gripped the smooth wooden flanks of her mount in a desperate, pulsing rhythm as she struggled to bring herself to orgasm. And all this time, sixteen-year-old Ruth with her solemn young face and cropped curls looked on in astonishment. 

“Ahh! … Ahhhh! … Ah-ah-ah!” Laura’s whimpering sighs broke the silence of the room, the jerk of her bare hips in the saddle urging the rocking-horse forward and back, forward and back. … Presently all decorum was overcome. Laura threw herself forward, hugging the wooden neck of the horse and lying along its back so that she might feel the rude leather phallus more deeply. As she jigged and pumped herself upon the polished erection, her hips were thrust back almost over the wooden rump of her mount. With her thighs stretched wide she showed a rear glimpse of the projection entering her in its lewd rhythm. The lithe young cheeks of Laura’s bottom were also pulled hard apart by the thrust of her hips. With the long page-boy cut of her golden tresses and her high-boned prettiness, she looked a perfect picture. Between her spread rear cheeks I could even see the dark dimple of Laura’s arsehole, so appealingly tight and vulnerable.

I do not think that Laura attained her climax, even after twenty minutes of lascivious riding. Instead she lay limp, moist, and panting astride her mount. Then it seemed that she forced herself to surrender her own pleasure to that of her friend. Easing herself from 

the saddle, Laura went to Ruth and took the other girl into her arms.

Ruth was by far the more shy and reluctant of the pair. It needed Laura to kiss the quivering lips and fluttering eyelids, to stroke the short crop of fair curls and murmur reassurance into those startled ears… Ruth wore tight caramel jodhpurs and a black singlet with a belt round her waist. The softer fullness of Ruth’s bottom-cheeks and hips made an intriguing contrast to Laura’s slim beauty. 

It was Laura now who was undoing Ruth’s jodhpurs and Ruth who was trying to back away. I was so often to have a rear view of Ruth’s bottom, its soft young cheeks rolling and rounding as she climbed the slopes of the gardens in one corner of this estate. Yet now I was all agog for my first glimpse of her with her pants down. Behold, the caramel jodhpurs fell. Only Ruth’s knickers concealed her now, the filmy knickers caught up by the dampness of her body between her legs and in her rear cleft. 

Soon they were gone. Laura’s hand was soothing Ruth between the legs, consoling her whimpered protests as one hushes an awkward child. As I watched, I saw Ruth’s softer thighs and ass-cheeks begin to move in a tightening and contracting rhythm upon the fingers busy between her legs. She kissed Laura back quite as hard as the slim pretty girl had kissed her in the first place. Without resistance, Ruth allowed herself to be led to the rocking-horse and mounted astride its saddle. 

“Lie forward, Ruth,” said Laura quietly, “Put your arms round the horse’s neck. Open yourself nice and wide, my love.” 

Ruth obeyed. It was charming to see how she lay with her halo of fair curls, her face turned aside as if to let Laura admire her wide brown eyes and the sweet pertness of her nose and chin. Now the older girl stroked the soft pale shimmer of Ruth’s bottom flesh and thighs. Laura’s hand slipped between the stretched legs from the rear, stroking and fondling as she coaxed Ruth to ride gently. Forward and back … forward and back … forward and back… 

…Now she bowed her halo of cropped fair curls to hide her eyes and opened herself more fully to Laura’s wicked fingers. Sixteen-year-old Ruth pushed her hips up an inch from the saddle showing the leather wet with her slippery love-dew. Yet she made this movement in order that Laura might intrude her fingers in the younger girl’s cunt-slit and into its very grotto. 

Had you heard the excited, yet frightened little cry which Ruth now uttered as her passion began to overwhelm her, I swear she would quite have melted your heart. She is a young woman with a child’s timidity. Yet what alarmed her most was not the threat of Laura’s gentle lasciviousness but the wildness of her own desires as she was masturbated pitilessly by the slim and pretty girl who stooped over her. 

“Oh, Laura!” she cried imploringly, “Laura! Help me! Help me!” 

For all the world you would have thought that Ruth was crying out to be rescued from some demon ravisher. Yet all the lusty movements and the passionate heat which inflamed the nether lips between her thighs had been of her own devising. Why should she cry for help in this manner? 

…Her despairing cry had another cause. Ruth was well roused but she was still a novice in the art of masturbation. She was in that fearful predicament for a girl of her age, when she longs to come but cannot…..Strung on the rack of desire which stretched her nerves without mercy, she writhed in vain for the bliss of release.

Laura had a true woman’s instinct. Murmuring in Ruth’s ear, she slowed the desperate jigging of the soft pale hips and made her lie still a moment. Laura herself went to the cupboard and presently returned with a thin leather strap, eighteen inches long and several inches broad, split into flat tails at its end. It was nothing but a school spanking-strap…

… She then took the belt from Ruth’s jodhpurs and used it to fasten her down on the wooden horse by her waist, so that the soft young beauty straddled it and hugged its neck. Taking the strap she smacked it hard across the plump cheeks of Ruth’s bottom with a crack that made me wince. Ruth gave a gasp and then a wild cry as the pain sank deep. The rocking horse plunged and reared under her wild squirming. But the strap caught the ass-cheeks of the softly-shaped sixteen-year-old again and again. Across those delicious rear mounds it raised broad paths of bright crimson… Laura thrashed hard so that livid welts appeared across Ruth’s backside almost at once. 

A schoolgirl receives a sound strapping with a school strap very similar to that Laura uses on Ruth tied down across the rocking horse . Observe how the strap moulds it way lovingly around the curves of the exposed buttocks with each stroke.

Asa says that once a post gets up to 10 photos, it can become a little slow, so more next week!

Robyn