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Punishing the stable boy
October 4th 2011
Today was absolutely fabulous.
After a terrible week in London I managed to get down to my country house for some relaxation and to relieve the stress and tension which had been building all week
I love nothing better than to dress in my exquisite English riding habit and, selecting my favourite long dressage whip, set off for the stables.
Arriving at the stables I was infuriated to find that my mount was not correctly tacked up and ready to go. This was my weekend and was supposed to be stress free. Ian, my stable boy, was going to pay for his poor work. Ian had been in my employment ever since I had managed to get him off a break and entering charge and had him assigned to me under the terms of his probation. Any violation of his probation and he would find himself back in court, something he planned to avoid at all costs. Being a pretty and somewhat effeminate boy the last place he wanted to be was jail with a bunch of hardened, and more to the point horney, convicts. The important thing with Ian is to keep him in his place so after a verbal tongue-lashing I decided to relieve some of my stress by applying a physical lashing, to his bottom. Standing behind Ian as he bent over a bale of hay and swishing my whip made me feel better right away. Applying six slow hard strokes, and seeing his reaction to each one, removed any stress that still existed. Setting off for my ride I naturally gave Ian something to think about while I was away and that was the promises of more punishment upon my return. Today’s ride was delightful. The stories about girls and their horses are true. Sitting astride a large powerful animal and rubbing up against the saddle is a wonderful turn on. Add to that the ability to control such a big beast with the flick of my whip is delicious. And as I like to ride hard I have no hesitation in urging on my stead whenever necessary. Not is a cruel way but in a way that appeals to my dominant side. Returning to the stables I decided to give my dominant side some more pleasure and as I had promised Ian some additional punishment I had to keep my word. With more time to spare than at the start of my ride I had Ian strip completely before putting him over the hay bale. I noticed his erection and flicked my whip cross it to teach him some manners about self-control.
To be continued…..