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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