He was pacing the yard when she arrived at the stables, and scrambled frantically from the car, aware she was 15 minutes late. She knew he loathed tardiness, especially when it inconvenienced him. He stopped pacing as she hurried over, glanced at his watch ominously & frowned. Cutting short her hasty apologies he caught hold of her upper arm and pulled her into the empty loose box.
“You are late, again.” he said, in a voice of deadly calm, “and you know how I feel about promptness”. It was that voice. The one that made her heart sink and her anxiety ratchet up.
“I’m really sorry Sir, but ….” she began, before he cut her off once more.
“We’ve spoken about this before haven’t we?” She nodded miserably, biting her lower lip & looking down, hating the disappointment in his voice. “You know I hate to be kept waiting,” he continued. “I think we need to find a way to make sure you remember what you’re told, don’t we?”
Knowing he expected an answer, as he never asked a rhetorical question, she whispered “Yes Sir.”
“Hands in front of you” he said, reaching for the bridle hanging by the stable door, and quickly unbuckling the reins. Once he was done he wrapped them around both of her wrists, tying them firmly together before leading her to the rear wall. There he secured her hands above her head, through the ring that normally held the hay net. After tying off the improvised restraint he checked her wrists to make sure the leather wasn’t cutting into her skin, then walked outside, leaving her alone.
While he was gone she fidgeted nervously. The normally comforting smells of the stables, of slightly dusty hay, warm horseflesh & leather didn’t relax her today as they normally did. She knew he was disappointed in her, expected better from her, as indeed she expected from herself. Not to mention he had disciplined her for today’s misdeed previously. He wasn’t the sort of man who cared to repeat himself.
Hearing him return her head snapped round, to see him carrying his crop, tapping it ominously against his riding boots.
“Face the wall please” he said quietly, walking up behind her & stroking a hand over her bottom. Then he quickly unfastened her jeans, tugging them down to her knees. Her panties followed swiftly, exposing her soft skin to his view. She shivered as his warm hands kneaded the rounded cheeks of her bottom, squeezing the flesh firmly, the callouses on his fingers slightly rough against her silken skin. Lowering his mouth until it was against her ear he spoke to her quietly.
“You know I don’t like punishing you my sweet, don’t you?” She nodded once more, her stomach churning. Then remembering herself quickly added “Yes Sir”, as he continued: “You will receive ten strokes my love. Five for being late, and a further five for making me repeat this lesson” he said, and she dropped her head forward, saying quietly “Yes Sir”.
As he stepped away she shivered once more, missing the heat of his body, and closing her eyes. The strokes were delivered firmly and evenly, across her bottom & upper thighs. By the 4th she was sobbing quietly, biting her lip to keep from crying out. Once he was done he rubbed a hand gently over her burning flesh, soothing the stinging welts left by the crop. He lifted her chin, raising her face to his & kissed her trembling lips, gently wiping away the tears as he released her hands.
“Now get dressed my sweet girl, and let’s go home. You’ve delayed me quite enough for today.”
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