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Laura’s scheme was to bring Ruth pleasure rather than pain. After ten or fifteen minutes of the spanking-strap and wild cries from the charming victim with her cropped halo of curls, Laura put down the strap. She knelt behind Ruth, where the soft young thighs were spread wide by the wooden mount and applied her mouth to the rear of the feminine slit.

I saw Laura’s tongue now diddling to and from in Ruth’s light-haired cunt-slit. I heard Ruth’s choking cries of pleasure. Nor did Laura neglect her own desires. While she mouthed Ruth between the legs, spreading the love-juice with her tongue over the secret places of the girl’s thighs, Laura knelt astraddle, one hand between her own legs. 

You guess the secret? Unlike Ruth, Laura was a consummate masturbator and now timed her own climax to match that of her pretty partner. The dewy lubrication which she milked from Ruth was visible upon her lips and all round her mouth. In her zeal to be a dirty girl, Laura’s tongue gave a quick lick up and down between Ruth’s ass-cheeks. Then she pushed her lips and tongue between the younger girl’s legs, rubbing herself with firm skill at the same time. 

The moment was upon them. Crying out Laura’s name as if dying in ecstasy, Ruth reached the pinnacle of joy and then her shrillness fell to quiet sobs of relief. Laura came with a gasp and a long shuddering. They lay quietly together for a long while, Ruth sprawled limp astride her nursery mount, Laura curled beside her with her auburn hair pillowed against Ruth’s bare hip. It was fully half an hour before they stirred from their trance. Neither girl bothered to put on her riding-trousers and panties. They made a charming sight, bare legged and hipped, as they twined their arms about one another and walked slowly down to the bedroom which they shared.

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Lord Frederick is so aroused by the sight of the two girls’ antics on the rocking horse, he later decides to try it out with his young Welsh maid, called Sian, ‘a warm and red-haired maid, of but twenty years of age’. She is clearly more than just his maid as you will see!

I led Sian quietly to the room where Laura and Ruth had performed their sports and where the saddle was soon strapped on the wooden mounts again. Then … I undid her drawers and pulled them down, laying bare her trim pale legs and the soft rounds of her rear cheeks… I then ordered her to get on the rocking horse and straddle it.

….Cautiously she eased herself astride the saddle, my hands guiding her. There was a shrill gasp partly of shock and partly of excitement as the leather diddler entered her cunt a little. 

“Lie forward, Sian! Arms round the horse’s neck! Spread those legs and ass-cheeks! Push your backside out a little more!” 

And there she was, straddling the smooth wooden horse as lewdly as either Ruth or Laura. With the red tresses still in delightful disorder round her face as she lay there, Sian was squeezing and tensing on the horse, her breath breaking from her in irregular gasps.

I went to the cupboard again and examined it’s treasures… There was a row of pony-tails, the hair being in a variety of colors which matched the hair of two legged fillies rather than the four-legged kind! I chose one which was the shade of Sian’s. There was also an ingenious instrument of control, a martinet. It consisted of a thick handle and twenty or thirty thin tails of leather hanging from it, each no thicker than a stout bootlace. A jar of Vaseline into which cologne perfume had been mixed was the third item of which I possessed myself. 

“Lie still for a moment, Sian!” I said firmly, though this command was easier for me to give than for the girl to obey in her present state of excitement. “We must make a proper pony-girl of you.” 

“Oh, its lovely!” she cooed, squeezing and riding the cunning leather thumb. 

I examined the pony-tail. There was a rounded butt, intended for insertion into the girl’s bottom, from which the hair ran up, under a waist-belt, and then formed a tall and graceful curve over the charming buttocks. I loaded my finger with the perfumed Vaseline and smeared it thickly on Sian’s anus. She tensed in apprehension but I was not to be deterred. 

“You must have the butt of the tail in your butt-hole, Sian. I’m sure you’ll enjoy that too when the ride reaches its climax!” 

Asa’s photo of Kate riding ‘Little Neddy’ – she is not, however, 

quite wearing a horse tail butt-plug!

Sian offered no resistance as I pressed the butt of the tail into place, then drew the woven strand up between her buttocks and under the leather belt at the rear of her waist. It made the most charming plume and cascade, spreading over the pale rounding of the redhead’s soft bottom. 
The leather thumb of the saddle between her legs, Sian was now goaded to excitement by having her anus stretched on the Vaselined butt of the tail. But she was also tickled and teased by the soft hairs of the tail which lay over her buttocks, between them, and even tantalised the rear of her pussy flesh between her spread thighs.

… Sian rode as if her life depended on it, at once the jockey and the pony herself. Her bare thighs clamped the wooden flanks and her hips urged the rocking horse onward-and-back, onward-and-back, onward-and-back. Sian’s orgasm must not come too quickly, for that would spoil our fun. I stopped and steadied the wooden horse after about ten minutes during which the tail of hair swept to and from across Sian’s ass as she rode. Cruel as any tyrant, I now laid the tail aside and withdrew the leather thumb which had brought her to such a pitch between her legs. 

A moment more and the saddle was gone. Sian was lying like any other girl astride a rocking-horse. What dismay this caused! 

“Ride hard and finish yourself off quickly, Sian!” 

“I c-c-can’t! Oh, I can’t!” she wailed. 

For answer, I picked up the martinet.

“A filly sometimes needs a taste of the whip across her rump, Sian. I shall be cruel in order to be kind.” 

Gently I laid the thin tails across her backside to let her feel the thrill of cold leather. Sian tried desperately to clench her buttocks together. Her thighs and butt being so spread as she straddled the horse, she thought herself fearfully open to the havoc of the martinet. To prevent her avoiding the treatment she needed, I fastened her wrists to the wooden forelegs and strapped her down at the waist. I was aware that pleasure or pain might cause her to yell loudly enough to wake the house. Looking round I saw the web cotton of Laura’s briefs lying on the floor. When folded, they made little more than a handkerchief. There was something both lewd and yet provoking in making one girl wear another’s panties in this fashion. 

“In your mouth, Sian,” I said gently. She obeyed with unease. 

Now the Welsh beauty’s gallop began. I whipped hard across the full soft pallor of Sian’s bottom-cheeks. At every stroke the martinet produced red streaks of angry fire. Most fell upon her buttocks. A few of the little thongs curled between her ass-cheeks and even streaked the inner surfaces of her thighs. Yet Sian rode like a champion, her hips pumping and legs tensing.

 

“Did you like that, Sian? A flick of the whip-tails across your backside. … Ah, that one caught you between your ass-cheeks, Sian! That makes you ride harder! … We must drive you to the pinnacle of pleasure, I think. … Now, the whip across your backside. … Between your buttocks. … Across your thighs. … Between your legs. … Bottom-cheeks. … Bottom-cheeks. … In your rear crack. … Between the legs. … Back of the thighs. … Thighs again. … Bottom-crack. … Bottom-cheeks. … Bottom-cheeks. … Bottom-crack. … In your crack again, Sian. … Bottom-cheeks. … Crack. … Bottom. … Bottom. … Bottom….

To those who were not present, the ordeal may sound worse than it was. Many a little girl of ten or twelve is chastised by the martinet. In France, the practice is universal. At last I laid down the tailed whip and regarded my panting filly, her bonds removed. I closely examined Sian’s crack, the forbidden valley between her buttocks. Though she flinched at my finger’s touch there, it was as much modesty as tenderness. 

Now I came to the last act of the drama. Pulling off my trousers, I mounted pillion on the rocking-horse behind my perspiring girl. How gratefully Sian raised her hips, spread her thighs wider still and then sank down with my stiffness embedded in the velvety sheath which lay so moist between her legs. Now we began to ride together. Sian arched her hips and threw her head back. The red tresses swept to and fro across her collar as she panted and whimpered with longing for the moment of her pleasure which had been so long delayed. 

With my hands on her flanks, I guided her through the gallop, driving her on with thrusts of my manhood which went deep enough to touch the very nerve of her womb, provoking those cries which are part fear and part abandon to ecstasy. At last she began a series of short, rising cries, for all the world as if the truncheon-handle of the martinet were being forced up Sian’s butt or some other torment being applied by the hangman. So close is the association of pleasure and punishment, desire and pain. Yet, as anyone might guess, this breathless aria was the signal of her coming climax. It proved the final spur to my own release. While the first spasms possessed her, I felt my own passion boil and threaten to spill into her womb with incalculable results. I had no wish to swell Sian’s belly for her, having other plans to occupy her days and nights. I drew from her, causing a softly forlorn wail of bereavement on the girl’s part. The sperm jetted in long and passionate bursts, forming its arcs of spawn across Sian’s softly-rounded bottom-cheeks and running down between them. She lay exhausted by her ordeal, head pillowed on the mane of the rocking-horse.

I shall end this post with a collage of bare-arsed, bare-back horse riders for your delectation. Sitting astride a horse certainly enables these ladies to display their lovely curvaceous rumps to the full!